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whatever-fanfics · 4 months

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Imagine the princes as uncles

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Ikemen prince

Suitors: Rio Ortiz, Silvio Ricci, Yves Kloss, Licht Klein, Nokto Klein

Tw: contains children, bullying, harassment, verbal harassment,

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Imagine Rio and MC's little boy running from other kids in the palace as they see their uncle King Silvio. Silvio talking with other ministers has his back to the scene, being so engrossed in what the ministers are saying he doesn't notice his little nephew until he crashes right into his legs, almost losing his balance. His annoyed face softens ever so slightly, only visible to himself as he sees his nephews crying face, blonde hair slightly covering his reddened eyes, sniffling as he hugs the little stuffed bunny, made for him by his grandmother. A quiet "oi" fell from his lips as the young boy rubbed his face into the crease of his knee. Sighing in fake exasperation he lifted the young boy into his arms, quietly griping as he took out his handkerchief to wipe the boys sniffling nose. Resting him on his hip his eyes took notice of the three young boys, as he raised an eyebrow they flinched and cowered back. Immediately understanding the situation he spoke lowly "what?" Not at all surprised as the boys turned and ran scared by the man in front of them. The ministers could only watch in silence as their king turned back around, seemingly unbothered by his nephew hiding himself in the kings shirt. "You were saying" Silvio continued.

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Or, Licht looking at the door of the kitchen, the light of the hallway cut off by the small shadow by the door. Sighing as his young niece made her way from the door to him, in her tiny nightgown. Not sparing her uncle one glance as she made her way straight to the cupcakes on the counter. Specially made by her father and mother earlier that day, try as she might she couldn't reach the cupcakes. Looking at her uncle for the first time that night she pouted at him and reached her hands up, with a sigh he put the rest of his cupcake in his mouth and lifted the young girl. "You shouldn't be up so late" he gently chided, as he set her down on the counter. She surprised him as she didn't let go immediately, he hugged her back and waited for her to let go. After she did Licht took notice of her barren feet, sighing he put his fur over her. Together the two sat in silence eating their cupcakes until each had their fill. Afterwards, Licht quietly carried his niece back to her room as she dozed off on his shoulder.

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Or maybe, during a ball Nokto sighs as he downs the rest of his liquor and leads the noble woman out of the ballroom. Her giggles falling on deaf ears as he comes to a stop, her giggling ceased as she laid eyes on the scene in front of them. "Should we alert a guard?" She whispered, as she looked the young princess of age 14, trying to mold herself into the wall behind her as a young, most likely, inebriated nobleman pressured her. "Get my twin" she didn't like the way his voice lowered an octave. Nonetheless, she scurried off back to the ballroom in order to fetch the princess' father. Nokto wasted not a single second before walking towards the pair. Nokto's eyes darkened as he heard the young nobleman speak as he walked closer, though the pair had yet to notice him. "Just say yes while I'm being nice" the young nobleman paused and put his arm on the wall next to her head, half caging her in. "Honestly, I'm the best yer gonna get in yer situation. I mean come! on!" he learned in a little close to her. "You're not even a fully blooded noble, your mom is a Commoner and yer a twin to boot" he snickered before feeling a pressure on his shoulder. Not before feeling his weight shift, stabilizing himself as he looked at who had shoved him. Retort dying in his throat as he came face to face with the seventh prince. His legs gave out beneath him as he wondered if this was what a rat felt like when faced with a fox. Nokto's anger only quelled as he felt his niece squeeze his midsection, small sniffles escaping her. Nokto breathed through his nose, calming himself down, losing his temper now would only scare her further. They didn't have to stay silent for long as they heard multiple footsteps hastily heading their way. Nokto didn't have to turn around to know they belonged to his twin and his family. Nokto didn't realize it but he was holding onto her just as tight, only letting go as she wriggled herself out and threw herself into the arms of her mother. The young nobleman was ready to sprout tears as he stared up at Nokto, Licht, along with the young princess' older twin brother. Luckily you had been able to diffuse the situation enough for the guards to escort the young nobleman put of the palace. As Nokto was about to take his leave he felt someone tug his coat from behind, turning around he was surprised to see his young niece's reddened eyes and sniffling nose. Before he could ask she hugged him tightly once more, staying like that for what seemed for hours. The rest of the family looked on in silence as Nokto comforted his niece.

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scarletlove2 · 2 months

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MDNI!

Warnings: incest, non-con, poorly written smut and poorly written in general, groping in Jin’s part, spanking in Chevs part, blind fold in claivs part, undergarment stealing in Leon’s part, blow Job in yves part, sharing in and fingering in licht and noktos part, oral in Luke’s part,

Made with a fem reader in mind reader is probably around the ages of 20-22

You know damn well if the princes had a baby sister they’re gonna try and keep you as innocent as possible until they corrupt you enough before a prince of another kingdom can do it.

You’re just so sweet and innocent you can’t blame them for wanting to you corrupt I mean they are called beasts after all,

Jin will summon you into his room to discuss something, as a sucker is lodged between his lips. He then guides you to his bed, holding you down and in position, before removing the sucker from his lips. With his thumb, he’ll gently part your lips as the candy meets your tongue. Meanwhile, his hands explore downward, finding your breasts and groping them through the fabric of your dress. He reassures you that it's customary for a big brother to ensure they are perfect for your future husband to cherish and fondle.

As you enter Chevalier's private library and request to borrow some of his books to pass the time, his irritation steadily mounts. By the third time you approach him, he seizes you, swiftly positioning you over his knee and lifting your skirt. Using your back as a makeshift table, he places his book, his gloved hand descending upon your posterior as you release whimpers of pain. Amid your tearful apologies, he reprimands you for your persistent nuisance before dismissing you. Left with sniffles, watery eyes, and a tender bottom, you should know better than to ask him about borrowing his books, but he has to make sure you know asking stupid questions will get you punish by your future husband he just prepare you for it.

Claivs suggests a surprise awaits in the garden, one meant to be unveiled through touch rather than sight. He carefully blindfolds you with one of his ties, ensuring secrecy as he leads you through the garden to the secluded gazebo nestled within the rose gardens. Seating you on a bench, he gently urges you back against it, delicately lifting your skirt and positioning your leg over his shoulder. His touch glides soothingly up and down your legs, gradually venturing further down your thigh. With a hushed gesture, he presses a finger to your lips, reminding you to maintain silence, a skill essential for your future husband's comfort and satisfaction.

Leon, who will have a sleepover with you, will maintain innocence as you fall asleep. However, unbeknownst to you, he will rummage through your drawers, finding your lace bra and panty sets. He'll discreetly pocket a pair or two before leaving your room. The next morning, he'll send Julius to fetch you, claiming it's for an urgent royal matter. Once in the office, he'll insist you lock the door, citing the need for privacy. Shouldn't you trust your big brother? He'll then approach you, cornering you between himself and the door, producing your undergarments. He'll express disappointment and indicate that punishment is in order, deeming it inappropriate for you to possess such items. After all, your husband wouldn't approve. Thus, he takes it upon himself to administer discipline for your possession of these garments.

Yves will offer to assist you with your makeup, ensuring your lipstick and eye makeup are flawless as you both stroll around town. However, you can't help but notice the lingering stares from men, eyeing you like a naive prey they can devour. Yves, too, observes the way they gaze at your lips as you politely wave and smile, oblivious to their predatory intentions. His frustration mounts until you return to the palace, where his anger radiates palpably. He guides you to your knees, gripping your hair as you take his cock in your mouth, all the while venting about the men in town. Your mascara streaks down your cheeks, and your makeup smudges from the intensity, tears threatening to escape your eyes. you, should be grateful it’s him. Knowing if you get those stares while married your future husband might not be as nice as your big brother,

Licht and Nokto will sandwich you between them during the carriage ride home from Jade after attending a meeting. They'll boldly slide their hands up your skirt or pull down your top to fondle your breasts, teasingly nipping at your neck as they exchange remarks. Pushing your panties aside, they'll explore you intimately, their fingers delving into your depths, all the while bantering with each other. Amidst your moans of pleasure, you find yourself immersed in a whirlwind of carnal delight, surrendering to the sensations and the allure of their touch. They have to make sure you can take the touch of more than one man in case your husband wants to share you around

Luke simply aims to be a supportive baby brother. In the garden, he attentively tends to your desires while the tea and treats remain untouched. With your hands gripping his hair, his chin adorned with your juices, he devours you fervently, akin to a hungry bear awakening mid-hibernation. He fervently swears that you taste superior to any honey he's ever sampled. His only hope is that your husband shares his appreciation for your juices like he does.

This was very much rushed but I swear to god I’ll have nightmares about how badly I wrote this

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hhoneypop · 5 months

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@hhoneypop. — “ stare in the mirror and hide in the attic, cry in my bed; i'm a dopamine addict. . . ”

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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Licht: *nodding off*

Nokto: *nodding off*

Both: *bonk heads*

Both: *sleepily* Ouch

Both: *nod off in the opposite direction*

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yukkins64 · 9 months

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Nokto brainrot 🤡

Definitely digitalizing these sketches one day

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sevenai · 1 year

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SILVIO?!?! SIL- SILVY DARLING HELLO???? NOKTO NO! PUT YOUR ARM DOWN AND GET A SHIRT ON! AND SILVIO GET UP YOU NEED A SHIRT TOO I CANT DO THIS! WHY ARE YOU COMING FOR ME SO MUCH LATELY LIKE OKAY IM YOURS YOU WIN STOP IT MY HEALTH IS IN DANGER!

meltdown aside, i think i won’t be pulling for anything until this and the other silvio card comes out hehe

Silvio: I’m getting use to you giving it to me. But this childish kissing isn’t enough.

Nokto: Today I'm going to kiss and caress you from your red ears to your toes...... I can kiss and caress you all over, can't I? It feels good to have every inch of you to myself.

(Translation isn’t 100% but that doesn’t matter because have you seen them?? Look at them! LOOK AGAIN!)

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le-chat-sofi · 1 year

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Nokto: I'm a very mature man! I always apologize when I'm wrong!

Yves: But I've never seen you apologize before... (・・ ) ?

Nokto: Ohh well, that's because I'm never wrong (´ ∀ ` *)

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ikeromantic · 2 years

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Hey there! I wonder if you take requests and if you do, do you do pregnancy fics? It seems like ikemen prince is gravely lacking those! I wanted to request one for nokto 🥺 No force tho but I'd be happy if you decided to write something! ❤️

So pregnancy fics are not something I usually do? But I thought why not. Especially with Nokto! So much room for drama! Approx. 2400 words of papa Nokto.

Nokto sat in stunned silence. It wasn’t often that his quick wit was outdone, but today he was as tongue-tied as a courtier on their first day in the palace.

His wife, once the Belle and now a princess-consort, watched his expression with anxious eyes. “Are you happy?”

Happy did not enter into it. He was shocked. Numb. His chest felt tight, his belly heavy as if full of lead. “Happy? If it’s mine, I guess.” The words had a sharper edge to them than he intended, but he didn’t try to take them back.

“IF? What is that supposed to mean?” Her eyes filled with tears but she furiously blinked them back.

“I’ve been in Benitoite for three months.” He shrugged, pretending nonchalance but he felt ill. Lightheaded and nauseous.

The Belle took a deep breath, gripping the arms of her chair so tightly that her knuckles turned white. “Yes, and I am nearly five months along. Unless you’re insinuating the doctor would lie.”

“Why not? A few extra gold for a slight math error. It wouldn’t be the first time a woman hid her indiscretion with a little professional help.” He could not look her in the eyes. His gaze stayed on the swell of her belly, barely visible through the loose gown she wore.

“Nokto.” Her voice shook. “Do you really believe I would take anyone else to my bed?”

“No,” he conceded. “No. Of course not. This is just . . . I didn’t expect it.” He rubbed his hand over his face. “I’m sorry.” Nokto stood and went to her.

She looked up at him, still hurt from his harsh words.

Nokto knelt in front of her chair and rested his chin on her knee. “Forgive me? Please?”

“Always. You don’t need to ask.” She chewed at her lower lip before continuing. “I - I should have written you when I found out. I just thought it would be better to say it in person.”

“It’s alright. I’d rather hear it from those delectable lips than read it from a dry bit of paper.” He pressed a kiss to her leg. “Who else knows?”

Belle shook her head. “No one. I have been wearing these gowns to cover my belly.” She gave a rueful laugh. “It’s already so round, and I’m only half way to the end!”

“You’re telling me no one noticed?”

“Well . . . Rio knows. He put up with me through the first few months of morning sickness.“ She grimaced. “I couldn’t keep anything down. And Sariel knows because he brought the doctor. And Chevalier knows, I think. Because he’s King Highness and I believe sometimes he reads my mind. Oh! And Clavis probably knows because he’s Clavis.”

Nokto gave a soft laugh. “So everyone but Luke and the other faction?”

“Probably. But no one has said anything. I swore Rio and Sariel to secrecy.” She smiled. “Honestly, I think those two enjoy having this little conspiracy.”

He nodded, sliding his hand under her skirt to stroke her leg. “They probably do.” Nokto felt a slight guilt at missing those first few months. He knew how Ortiz looked at his wife. Only a fool could miss the loyalty and love he held for her. Well, a fool or the Belle, who thought he was only a good friend with bad jokes.

“Should we . . . announce it?”

Nokto still felt that sense of dread. A heaviness on his soul that only grew as he considered the next steps they must take for the child. His child. “Yes. We should tell the other princes first, officially. Then Sariel will send out announcements to the nobility.”

“We don’t have to if you don’t want to.” She leaned forward to kiss the top of his head. “I can take a trip to the country and have the baby there. Then we can tell them when we feel like it. Unless . . . is there some law?”

“I want to. We aren’t going to hide our child. Everyone should know. To share our - our joy.” Nokto said the right words, but he didn’t feel them. He felt terrified. “I’ll go speak with Sariel and arrange it right now. You rest, alright?”

She nodded and gave him a sweet smile. “I’m so glad you’re back. I missed you so much. It was hard to do this without you.”

“I’m sorry you had to.” He lifted himself up and kissed her full on the lips. She tasted of summer and sweetness, ripe and full of promise. It was almost enough to make him forget the strange new shape of her beneath her gown. The life they’d made, growing there.

Sariel met him in the hall. The devil knew exactly what was needed. “I’ll invite the princes to a welcome home dinner. We can keep everything quiet until then.”

“Is there some danger I should know about?” Nokto felt a sudden alarm and wondered if perhaps this suspicion was the reason for his apprehension.

“There is always the risk of an assassin, or course. But more worrisome, she is common and her marriage to you has always been a point of concern. This would be a prime moment for her to become a target. Poisoning. A slip down the stairs. A fall from horseback . . .”

Nokto’s lips thinned. “I see.”

“Additionally, there is always a risk she may not carry to term. We do not want to announce the news until we can be certain it won’t end in tragedy.”

“Of course.” His mind went to the stories he’d heard. Women dying in childbirth. Stillborn babies with grey skin and staring eyes. Blood and tears and graves with weeping angels perched atop them. “She has the best care?”

“The very best.” Sariel smiled thinly.

Nokto nodded.

“One additional thing,” the councilor said. “I took the liberty of clearing a room beside yours for use as a nursery. I assume the Belle won’t want to hand the raising of her child off to a wet nurse and nanny?”

A sharp discomfort crept up his spine. “I . . . you are probably right. She will want the child - our child - close by.”

“Excellent. Then let me make preparations for our dinner. I’m sure your brothers will be thrilled.”

Nokto gave him his usual lackadaisical grin. “Yes, we’ll all toast the new babe like one big happy family. What could be better?”

Sariel’s eyes narrowed. “I expect so.” Then he turned and left, his steps as clipped and precise as always.

“Wish it was so easy,” Nokto mumbled. The next few days were tense for him. He smiled and nodded and laughed as if everything were grand, but he could not shake the tension in his shoulders or the heaviness in his gut.

Belle noticed, of course, but she didn’t press him on it. That was what he loved and hated about her. She let him breathe. Gave him space. Trusted him. Nokto knew he deserved none of that.

It was Rio that finally took him to task. Cornering him in what would be the nursery. He pretended the door was stuck. “So sorry, my lord. I’ll just take a moment.” Rio tugged at the door. “We wouldn’t want to be away from the Belle longer than we have to right?” His blue eyes were hot with held anger.

“I’m sure she’s fine.” Nokto shrugged.

Rio’s expression turned cold and that suppressed rage flowed to the surface in a smooth transition that left the blonde almost unrecognizable. “She is fine. But that’s not the point. She needs you to be there for her. Not distant. Detached. Avoiding her.”

“Oh? One wonders why you care. Wouldn’t it be just the thing for a lonely wife to seek comfort in the arms of her -”

A white-gloved hand darted forward, fast as a snake. The slap rocked Nokto back on his heels. “I promised myself I would be happy for you two. That I would support you both, because she chose you. She loves you.” Rio’s voice was as cold as deep winter. “If you break her heart, I will break that promise.”

Nokto rubbed his jaw.

Rio took a step back. “She spent those months apart writing you letters every day about the baby, about the pregnancy. She was going to give them to you when you got back, to read together. Now she’s thinking of burning them.” He turned to the door. “Don’t let that happen.”

He opened the door smoothly. “Well look at that! I guess it was just clumsy old me.” Rio’s voice was back to its usual tone, gentle and foolish.

Nokto stepped past him and into the hall. His heart ached more than the side of his face. He wanted so much to be genuinely happy. To share all of this with his love. But the anxiety would not leave him. And now he was afraid that if he couldn’t root it out, he would lose her. The woman that made him feel alive again. That taught him what love was.

“There you are!” The Belle’s sweet voice beckoned him from the doorway to their room. “I was just about to come looking for you two. I was thinking about which crib would be be best for our little one. The carpenter in the main square has several designs that -”

“I’m sure whatever you pick will be fine.” Nokto flashed her a strained smile. “I - I’ll be back in a bit. I have some errands.”

“Oh.” She blinked and offered him a wavering smile in return.

Rio stepped past Nokto to offer his arm. “Don’t worry. I’ll help you pick something out. As long as I’m around, you won’t need to do anything alone. Unless you want to!” He laughed, but when his blue eyes met Nokto’s crimson ones, they were not smiling.

The prince turned on his heel and rushed away. He fled to his favorite sulking spot. One he’d used since he was a boy. A balcony that hung high above the courtyard, yielding a view of the path to the castle and the city. He stared out at it, imagining a thousand little children with a thousand happy fathers. A thousand smiling mothers. But the faces of the women twisted and dissolved into one face. Just one.

He laid his head on his arms, his eyes closed tight against tears. He stood like that for hours. Face pressed into the skin of his forearms so hard that the images from his past were replaced by fractured blooming colors in the darkness.

“You know she isn’t our mother, right?” A cold voice, flat and calm as a pond in winter.

“Licht.” Nokto lifted his head enough to see his brother. His twin.

Eyes that saw as much horror as his own met his gaze. “She isn’t our mother.”

“I . . . I know.”

Licht’s finger poked his head. “Here,” then his chest, “but not here.”

Nokto took a trembling breath. “What if . . . what if she changes?”

His brother tilted his head, garnet gaze unwavering. “Do you believe that she will?”

Rather than answer immediately, Nokto considered. His Belle was sweet. Kind. She loved without reservation. She loved even when it hurt her own heart. The heaviness he’d felt since she told him she was carrying their child began to lift. “No.”

“Then stop running away from her. Idiot.” Licht gave him a faint smile.

Nokto grinned. “Playing hard to catch is part of the game, brother. You’d know that if you ever paid more than a glance to the fairer sex.”

“Play to hard, and someone else will catch her.”

“Never.” Nokto reached for his brother and gave him a tentative hug. There was so much that lay between them, a shared history they could never surmount. But he was reminded that despite their differences, they were still brothers.

Licht pulled away, uncomfortable with such closeness. He turned to go.

“Brother?”

His twin looked back.

“Thanks.” Nokto’s voice was rough as he said it. Vulnerable. “And . . . I hope you know . . . I’ll need you around to knock sense into me sometimes. So. Don’t go anywhere.” The words came out haltingly. Cautiously.

“I won’t.” That faint smile again. Then Licht was gone.

Nokto rushed back to the rooms he shared with his wife. His chest felt full, bubbling over with a sudden need to kiss her. To lay his hand on her belly and claim that life within as his - his child.

She was inside, looking at carved wood samples with Rio.

The blond looked up as he came in, a question in his gaze. Then he nodded and stood up smoothly. “Sorry! I just remembered Sariel wanted me to organize the wine cellar! Can’t believe I almost forgot. He’d kill me!”

“Not literally,” Belle laughed. She noticed Nokto in the doorway and her smile faded to uncertainty. “You’re back? Is . . . is everything alright?”

“Better than.” He took Rio’s spot as the blond left. Nokto didn’t even wait for the door to close before he kissed her. Pouring all the warmth he’d been afraid to feel into that touch.

“You’re in a good mood,” she smiled. “I was . . . well, I was getting worried.”

He set a hand on her belly, ignoring the slight tremor. “I’ll have to make that up to you, and to our little one. I swear I will.”

“You don’t need to make up for anything.” She laid her hand on top of his. “We’re just glad you’re here, with us.”

Nokto felt the sting of tears in his eyes and blinked them back. He was not going to cry. His smile felt so wide it hurt his cheeks. “What should we name the little beast anyhow?”

“I had some ideas but I thought you might have a - a family name or something?”

“Absolutely not.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “What about Hesper? Or Anbruch? Hm?”

She grinned. “Dusk or Dawn? Any particular reason?”

“If you’re smart enough to know the meanings, I think you’ll figure the rest out.” He nipped at her ear and kissed along the line of her jaw. “Say . . . did the doctor happen to tell you if it’s alright if we . . .” his thumb ran along her inner thigh. “It’s been an awfully long time . . .”

“You are so - so naughty!” She laughed.

“That doesn’t sound like a no.”

He pulled her back down onto the bed and propped himself up beside her. “I’ll bet we can get up to all sorts of fun. I have so very many ideas.” He pressed a kiss to the gentle rise of her abdomen. “Let me show you how much I missed you.”

She gave a needy little sigh. “Gently? I didn’t actually ask the doctor.” Her cheeks flushed in embarrassment.

“An oversight we will soon remedy.” He kissed the side of her leg. “I will be gentle and creative. My solemn oath.” His expression was anything but solemn.

“I married a devil,” she laughed.

“And you love him.”

“I do.”

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