#chevalier x reader

[worfi]

"Interrupted Reading" (Working Title)

Chevalier Michel x Reader

Mdni, 18+, smut, female bodied reader (reader is MC—but no name is used). Established Relationship.

Word count: 1,940...ish

Contains sexual content. Penetrative sex. Maybe some other stuff. Have I said it enough times? Are you warned? This is a bit new to me so I don't know exactly how to warn you. Reader is a needy brat. And a bottom. And there's for sure some kind of kink for being ignored in here too but even I don't know what that's called.

"Chev," you said, putting your hand on the table. "My lips are dry." How creative you were, and how straightforward. Chev being Chev, he would pick up on this, right? There was no way a genius like your fiance couldn't tell you were hitting on him. You didn't have much experience, but this must scream 'kiss me', right?

Chev flipped a page of his book without looking up at you. He was leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, fully immersed in what he was reading. "There's a balm in the desk near the door."

...Okay, so maybe a bit more than that. You weren't experienced in flirting. If he had looked up, and seen that your lips weren't actually dry... Ah, but it was fine. You could try something else. You went to the desk and pulled open the drawer, finding lip balm like he said. You brought it back over to him, and asked, "Can you help me put it on?"

"You're perfectly capable."

"But I want you to do it," you tried to get your point across with the inflection.

Chev held out his hand to receive the balm. You gave it to him, and seeing an opening slid naturally onto his lap. He always wore so many layers, it was a bother for things like this. Oh well. You parted your lips into an O, and he finally looked at you. He didn't put down his book, but he used the pointer of his other hand to rub the rose scented oil into your lips. You pushed them together and bit the bottom one, trying to look appealing or interested or anything that would get the vibes across of wanting a kiss. He used his thumb to wipe off the excess, and then set down the container and turned back to look at his book.

Huh? That's all? There's no way he missed all that. But even with you on his lap he was expressionlessly reading once again. It should have been obvious what you wanted right now, yet here he was ignoring you...

"Is your book important?" Maybe he was in a rush to finish it.

His hooded eyes drawled across the page, unmindful and unhurried. "Fairly."

Well... "Is it interesting?"

"Quite." His tone was so bland you weren't sure whether to believe him.

"What's it about?" You resettled your legs, curling one knee to the side to face him, and to pinch the bottom of the uneven strands of hair on the other side of his blank expression.

He said, "Something too complicated for a simpleton like you."

You bit your tongue. Fine. Be that way.

You pushed your chin into the crook of his neck, and pulled up your skirt so that it wrinkled in your lap instead of getting between you. You flattened your tongue, then, and pressed it to the side of skin. He tasted like nothing at all. He flipped another page like nothing was happening. No reaction, not even to ask you to stop bothering him while he was reading.

He was fucking with you on purpose. That had to be what this was. He knew how desperately horny you were, and he'd woken up on the wrong side of the bed. Was his sadistic side finally showing? Well, he was never unsadistic, but, still.

Frustrated and wanting to find his limit, you pressed your hips down into his, grinding your body onto him. Your underwear rubbed against his pants with more strength than was necessary, so much that he wouldn't be able to ignore it, but he still did. He didn't move a muscle, even when your breathing was becoming uneven and your underwear were starting to soak through to his own clothes.

Since he still wasn't doing anything for you, you reached under your skirt and pushed your panties aside, letting out a moan into his shoulder. You tried to center yourself on the bulge in his pants, but he had his sword strapped to his waist, so it felt more like you were rubbing up on his belts than on him. You tried to move them as much as possible to at least feel his cock through his clothing. Was he even hard?

Pressing your chests together and wrapping your arms around his neck, you moved your hips to try to find out. You looked up at him, but he was focused in. As if you didn't even exist, despite your desperate clinging. You drew your hips up and down in small circles, giving it your all.

You heard him turn a page, and for some reason, it drew out a moan from your throat. You were getting lightheaded. You tried to move positions to the side of him, and swayed. His arm reached around your waist to steady you without looking. You thought maybe he was finally giving you attention, but he wasn't. You bounced on his thigh a few times, somehow already exhausted.

"Chev..." you mumbled.

"Yes?" He didn't look up.

You reached out your hand and drew your thumb over his lower lip. At that, he snorted. He finally set down his book, facedown to mark the page, and he pulled your waist back in against him and kissed you.

It was an open mouthed kiss, both of your tongues traversing each other at will—mostly his. You were moaning against his mouth and gripping him from behind as tightly as you could. All your worries melted, forgotten in the tangible bliss of finally kissing Chevalier.

He leaned you back against the table as he unbuttoned your blouse, and then swiftly sent a hand under it to unhook your bra. You were naked in seconds, and you hadn't even seen your skirt drop to the floor. Chevalier pushed the book out of the way so that he could lay you on your back on the table. You clutched the edges of it as he got himself ready for you. "Mmmn..... Chev......" you mumbled.

"I'm aware of your impatience," he said, with a quirk of his lip.

Out of spite, you pushed his book off the table, so he would lose his page. He probably knew where it was anyway, but you shouldn't have to share your sex table with a book.

As it turned out, he was hard. And as big as always, and judging from the way he was going in, not planning to go slow. You didn't have time to voice anything before he shoved it in, one hand shifting to your neck to hold you in place like it always did.

"Chev, Chev—wait!"

Chev waited for you to focus. Your gaze was blurry, and your pussy was adapting to the sudden stretch. No matter how many times you did this, he was always just a little too big at first. He knew to wait for your ok, and he rubbed his thumb on your throat while he did it. He didn't apply any pressure. Rather than asphyxiation, his hand on your clavicle was there for comfort. You stared into his eyes while blood rushed to or from your head, until the waves became as cool and as gentle as the two blue pools staring back at you.

You moved your own body experimentally, and then requested, "move slow..."

As he began to pull halfway out, he leaned down and kissed you. You could tell he wanted to do more, to fuck you roughly and bite your lips and hold you down hard enough to choke. You kissed him back in appreciation for his patience.

One of his hands massaged your chest and nipple, while the one that had been on your neck caressed your cheek amid the kisses. He rocked his hips slowly, just like you had asked; an even, pleasurable push and pull. With each thrust you moved a bit away from him, so you had to use your hands to push back, sliding down to meet his thighs until your legs began to curl around his without your brain's say.

"More," you said.

He lifted one of your legs up, turning you a bit on your side. When your hair fell in front of your eyes, he reached out to fix it, taking a look at your face before anything else. You imagined he could see the excitement on your cheeks. He pulled out completely, then thrust back in.

He did that again and again, his hand under your knee to keep you steady. You thought you were moaning, but couldn't hear even your own voice, so perhaps you were only letting out long, voiceless gasps instead.

One of Chev's hands was on the plump of your stomach now, and every once and a while he would brush his thumb over your clit. Just enough so to remind you of the side of pleasure you weren't getting. Having had enough, you moved your own hands to that spot, only to have them lifted away before they could reach anything. He kissed the back of one, and you tried again with the other, but you could hardly fight him on this when he was still ramming into you and sending your whole body into fits of pleasure.

To keep you away, he took both your hands under his and pinned them above your head, having to lean forward to do it, and bend your lifted leg even further. The position put a lot of weight on your other hip, crushed beneath both your bodies in a crooked half-missionary. If the table weren't so hard, you probably could have handled it for longer, but you whined and pushed your legs to turn yourself around.

He released you, and you both found a more comfortable place—you were now facedown on the table, legs bent and spread to either side, with his hand still pinning both yours above your head. It probably looked more lewd than the previous, but at this angle he could rub against the more sensitive nerves of your inner workings, and could kiss your back as he slowed down.

You moaned. You knew him slowing down like this usually meant that he was close, but you couldn't get off with just this much. You tried to press your body down onto the table to rub off on it, but doing so caused Chevalier to stop altogether, no longer lined up comfortably.

He pulled out and took you by the thighs, pulling your butt higher and rubbing his slippery erection against your front instead. It was a stimulation you could both get off on, so you helped him by rocking against his member and reaching your freed hands out to to press it tighter to your clit. He kept moving as if he was still inside you, holding your hips, until his release spilled out onto the table underneath you. His hand reached around your hip to bring you to completion with him.

You set your cheek on the cool wood. The world grew still.

Chev walked around the table to pick you up from the other side. He was gentle, doing all the work of balance and strength and leaving none for you. You felt your skirt slide back up your legs.

"What are you doing?"

Chev steadied you onto your feet but kept you leaning against him. "I'm putting our clothes back on."

"...n...why?" Once was enough? For you, maybe, but Chev was never satisfied with just that.

"So we aren't naked when we walk to the shower," he answered.

"Oh~" you put on a silly grin. "A shower? And then what?"

"We'll bathe."

You sidled up closer. "And then?"

He gave you a long stare, fixing your last button. "And then, I'm going back to reading," he said. "I really do need to finish that book." He kissed your forehead, and led you out of the room.

[violettduchess]

A/N: A continuation of this headcanon, here is the same scenario with Chevalier and Licht, a small child entering their bedroom in the middle of the night

WC: 1.3

The child's white bedroom door, painted with a silvery moon and twinkling stars, opens slowly, a whisper in the still of the night. A small head pokes out, knuckling sleepily at eyes still heavy with the remnants of dreaming. A look left, then right.

The hall is empty.

Tiny bare feet tiptoe across plush carpeting.

One hand clutches a stuffed animal, the other reaches for the curved handle of your bedroom door and which, on a quiet exhale, opens.

Chevalier

The door slowly opens and a pale head of blond hair, silvery in the moonlight that spills through the bedroom window, peeks around the corner. Chevalier is still awake, reading by the warm glow of the oil lamp on his nightstand. You are sound asleep on your side of the bed, your feet stretched out and resting against his legs. It’s a small thing really, but he cannot deny the way it feels to know that even in sleep, you seek him out.

He lowers his book, making eye-contact with the little girl who is still peering around the door. “Yes?” It’s invitation enough. She enters, her stuffed white tiger tucked under one arm, both hands clutching a book to her chest. She approaches his side of the large bed, shoulders squared as she looks at her father, quiet determination in her expression. Chevalier glances at the silver clock, ticking quietly away on his nightstand, next to the lamp. “You should be sleeping.”

She nods, drawing a breath. “I know, Papa. But I have a dilemma.”

He forces himself not to smile at her very serious expression but the warmth is there, winding its way around his heart as he regards her. “Do you?” 

Carefully, she lays the book she’s been holding down onto his lap. He recognizes it as the book of fairy tales he has been reading to her for the past few nights, the one you had gotten for her birthday a fortnight ago. “I would like you to finish the story we began this evening. The one about the fae and the knight.”

Chevalier tilts his head, regarding her. “I believe we had this discussion an hour ago when it was your bedtime and I told you we would finish it tomorrow night.” 

She clears her throat, looking at him with eyes as blue as the endless sea, eyes that perfectly mirror his own. “I know and that is my dilemma. However…I’ve thought about it. And I have a good reason why we should continue now.”

His eyebrows raise ever so slightly. “Go on.”

She takes a moment, gathering her thoughts. “You see, the story was so interesting that I have not been able to sleep. In fact, I have been kept quite awake wondering what is going to happen. As you said Papa, this has already cost me an hour of rest. But…” She takes a deep breath, reading herself for the heart of her plea. “If you were to read me the last three pages, it would take you approximately fifteen minutes. And then I would know how the tale ends. And I could go to bed. If not, I worry I may continue to toss and turn and my sleep will be further interrupted.” 

He does not answer a moment. His words momentarily robbed by the strange and heady mixture of pride and love for his daughter that is squeezing his heart, an emotion she so often evokes and that never fails to leave him amazed. She waits, the only sign that she is eager to hear his response is the impatient wiggling of her toes. Finally, the corner of his lips lift in a soft smile.

“You make a very compelling argument.” He sets aside his book and then gets out of bed, taking her fairy tale book in one hand and holding out his other to her. “We’ll finish the story in your room, in our reading chair so that we don’t wake your mother.”

She smiles, brighter than the full moon, and suddenly he sees you, his beloved wife. There you are, the echo of your warmth and joy painted across her young face. The warmth and joy that reached through the walls around his heart and gathered him close, taught him not only was he worthy of love but he could love back just as fiercely. 

And here, your daughter, the living embodiment of that very love, grips his large hand happily as she leads the way back to her room. Impulsively she turns her head and kisses the top of his hand. “Thank you, Papa.” Chevalier answers her affection with a tender smile and a squeeze of her hand in return. “You are very, very welcome.”

Licht

He stirs the moment the bedroom door opens, having not quite sunk into the well of dreaming yet. Pushing himself up, his first instinct is to reach for the nightstand drawer where his dagger is waiting to bite into any intruder. But his hand stills, midair, when he sees who is peeking her pale head around the door. “Papa?” 

He murmurs her name and motions for his daughter to come in as you sleepily rub at your eyes, rolling over to see what’s going on. She rushes to the bed, her stuffed wolf held by its bushy tail. It’s only when she’s close that he notices the watery eyes, the rapid way her small chest rises and falls, the paleness of her cheeks.

“Sweetheart? What’s wrong?” She climbs onto the bed and launches herself into her father’s arms, burying her face in the soft white linen of his sleepshirt. “I had a bad dream,” is her muffled reply. 

Licht’s breath hitches in his throat. He is far too familiar with the phantoms that still sometimes haunt his nights, the dark tendrils of fear and terror and pain that wrap themselves around his mind at its most vulnerable. Noticing the way he’s frozen, you reach over, placing a reassuring hand between his shoulder blades, rubbing gently even as you reach with the other hand to touch your daughter’s bare foot, letting her know you are there for her.

Licht breathes in, your touch bringing him back from the shadows. He adjusts his arms around her, then strokes her moonlight-hair with a steady hand. Your touch on his back soothes him, sending calm waves of warmth through him, the same steady flow of love and reassurance he is giving to your child.

“Dreams can feel very real,” he murmurs, speaking slowly and tenderly, his lips resting on the top of her head. “And it’s ok to be scared.” You nod, resting your chin on Licht’s shoulder and brush the back of your fingers against her round little cheek. “We’re here for you, my love. Always.”

She leans back, sniffling and Licht tenderly brushes her hair away from her flushed face. “Can I sleep here tonight?” He nods immediately, a smile gracing his lips as she climbs her way over the both of you to wiggle herself under the covers. Her wolf tucked close to her chest, she throws herself against her father, eliciting a soft laugh before snuggling up against his side, her head on his chest. 

Licht glances at you over her head, his eyes the soft red of sunset as he extends his arm in invitation. You slide closer, curling up against your daughter, your head pillowed by his arm. 

No nightmares trouble any of you for the rest of the peaceful night.

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[etheries1015]

Hiii! I saw you write for Ikemen Prince, and I really like your writing, so I wanted to ask u a bit of self-indulgent headcanon 👉👈

I wanted to ask some headcanons for Chevalier and Silvio with a fem!s/o (or also gender neutral is fine❤️) who is insecure about having small boobies/a flat chest? If you're uncomfortable with it it's fine! And ty for reading this, have a nice day and drink plenty of water!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

This is probably my first ikemen prince request! YIPPEEEEE <3 heuheuehu.

Fem! MC who is insecure about their small breasts </3

Featuring: Chevalier and Silvio!

general warnings: Afab reader + fem pronouns, mildly suggestive, slight spoilers of Silvios route.

Chev

Chevalier could tell by the way you requested your dresses with more ruffles and outfits that hid your chest that something was amiss. It wasn't the first time he realized you had this insecurity, the way you would stare off in the distance at a group of noble women with envy and sadness glinting in your eyes as you took note of their curves, your hands absentmindedly fiddling at the ruffles the top of your dress. This went on for a week, the stares, the off-hand mindless comments about your undergarments, the mannerisms you had at night in your gowns, and the insistence of ones that accentuated the right places (he over heard you speaking to the tailor he had assigned you for.)

He thought this was normal womanly behavior, for every woman seems to find jealousy in others for reasons seemingly ridiculous in his eyes. Always being a man of action Instead of speaking words of affirmation, Chev would do things such as reject certain clothing you wanted to wear to balls and suggest something else that actually seemed to show off your flat-chested outline, or lay out outfits he had chosen rather than allowing you the freedom of that choice. He did not know that the problems were rooted deeper than that until you brought it into the bedroom.

Things were becoming heated when you insisted that you not face him during intimacy, and began covering your chest shyly as he undressed you with typical eagerness for the nights passion. finding himself becoming rather annoyed at your sudden shyness, Chev found himself grabbing your wrists and pinning them above your head, moving his eyes right above yours to tower over you.

"I thought I had made it clear," He stated in his usual monotone voice, "That you have no need to be insecure about something as frivolous as your chest." He grunted. Your eyes widened in surprise at his comment and turned your head shyly, your hands struggling to break free from his strong grasp with the automatic response to cover up what you have been trying so desperately to hide. You should have known he would have easily caught onto you.

"I can't help it, King Chevalier," You replied with sadness in your voice, "It's just something you wouldn't understand. Having breasts like this just...feels debilitating as a woman," You felt yourself choke up, Chevalier's eyes squinting ever so slightly as his lips began to lower themselves to your buds.

"You do not need to worry about such drivel," He said, planting a soft kiss against your small mounds before taking a gentle bite, smiling at your eager mewl.

"The size of your chest does not determine your worth," he said with his mouth pressed against your sensitive skin, hands snaking down to your thighs and in between, "Such silliness does not matter. As far as I am aware, one's breast size does not factor in what makes you a woman. You have many more qualities that I would see classify you as such, much more than something like your bosom." He riddled your skin with kisses and teased your breasts with love and attention, bathing you in rare verbal praise to match the marks he left upon your body. Chevalier was certain to prove to you in his actions over and over again that you were his queen, his prized possession, and the most beautiful being he ever had the pleasure of spending the rest of his life with.

Silvio

Unlike Chevalier, Silvio was a bit more clueless on things such as comparing yourself to other women. He thought he had made it clear to you that his eyes were set upon nobody else but you, for you were the shiniest treasure he ever laid eyes upon. He never actually noticed the jealousy in your eyes at passing women in the halls and simply assumed when your gaze lingered on another woman at balls it was perhaps in interest to their dresses. He didn't notice the way you would ask him to start providing your clothing with a baggier style, thinking to himself perhaps it was a trend you caught onto. Never being a fan of getting to know other women, he seemed to be rather clueless in the comparisons and habits they may make out of insecurity.

He had, however, noticed your silence and lack of enthusiasm whenever you undressed, the way your optimism as of late had dwindled, and how your smile did not seem as vibrant as before. This happened in your shared bedroom with the king, preparing for your nightly bath that became routine with your lover. He noticed the way you stared into the mirror with a look of sadness glinting in your eyes, your arms moving up to cover your chest and sighing.

He was quick to move behind you, snaking arms around your waist and moving his head to kiss you gently against your neck. You tried to give him your normal enthusiastic smile with very little success, groaning in frustration at your low energy.

"What's gotten into ya?" He asked with worry thick in his tone, "Why're ya covering up like that? Let me see you," He purred, turning your body and tilting your chin to reach his gaze. You pursed your lips and gave into your resolve of leaving him out of it, blurting out your honest thoughts to your lover.

"Aren't you...y'know... embarrassed to be with someone with not many..um.." You glanced down at your chest before looking back up at him, "Assets?" Silvio's eyes widened in shock at your sudden inquiry, grunting in annoyance as he lifted you up with great strength and sat you on the counter of the bathroom.

"Hah? What are you on about?" He sneered, furrowing his eyebrows and holding your body close to his, "Ain't nothing wrong with being a bit flat chested- if that's what you're talking about." You looked away with a blush upon your cheeks.

"So you admit that I have small boobs?" You were half teasing your lover, knowing the best way to talk to him seemed to be with playful banter. He raised his eyebrows at this accusation, although his gaze remained sweet and calm seeing through your rouse.

"Well, yeah you ain't gotta lot there. But none of that matters to me, and it shouldn't matter to you."

"I feel like it makes me less of a woman," You pouted, "There's a lot of other women who-" He cut you off with a rough kiss against your lips, pushing his tongue into your mouth and moving his hands to cup your breasts. He began to massage it gently, a hum of satisfaction deep in his throat. Silvio pulled away with an arrogant smile at your pout, trailing kisses from your jawline down to the breasts you claimed you detested.

"You better stop all that talk. You should know by now that you are more a woman than any of those plastic noble women will ever be," He placed kisses around your now sensitive mounds, "Now, next time just come out with it and tell me instead of bein' all sulky, alright? I don't care how long it takes or how many times I gotta do it, I'll convince ya time and time again how you're my queen."

[solomons-poison]

Unpredictability

Chevalier Michel x reader

: ̗̀➛ A/N: OK I had to do just a little bit more with the Chev thoughts of having a daughter, connected to my headcanon post here, so just have this little slice of life thing. Papa Chevalier has a very special place in my heart ❤️

: ̗̀➛ Warnings: fem reader, reader is the mother of Chev's daughter and queen of Rhodolite; just some sweet fluff mostly in Chevalier's perspective; Chev is likely OOC for a bit lol; not proofread~

: ̗̀➛ Word count: 2193

Chevalier had a knack for predictions. His perception had always been extraordinary, able to pick up the smallest of clues from his environment and the people around him to know what would happen next. It aided him in his development as a prince, working with his brothers to keep the kingdom running smoothly as his father’s health declined, and it helped him now that he was the king of that same kingdom. He was a monster on the battlefield, strategically taking down enemies with the ease of a beast, and was equally a monster in the courts, always knowing what information was needed where and who to deal with.

When it came to you, however, you were his blind spot.

No amount of strategy and foresight could have prepared him for the way your fates intertwined, or the way you captured his very heart in the palm of your hand. A younger Chevalier would have scoffed at such a notion, that he had the human emotion to even fall in love to begin with when he was most aptly labeled as the "Brutal Beast" by every possible noble in the court. But of course all it took was the wisdom and pure heart of Belle to look deep inside and find the truth. Looking back on the events leading up to the discovery of these feelings, once he met you, he realized it couldn't have gone any other way.

You managed to surprise him at every turn, with your unending love, your wisdom, your thoughtfulness and devotion. That's what made you fit to be his queen, someone that helped him bring out and connect with his human side. The day he married you was something he never could have dreamed of in a hundred years, and even much less so, the tiny babbling bundle you delivered into your lives a year later.

Now he watched as his tiny daughter, three years old and full of toddler mischief, ran through the rose gardens of the palace at alarming speed, eager to see you again after being separated during a diplomatic trip– and she wasn’t the only one that was eager. He could just make out the top of her head, her hair color the exact same as yours and bouncing along as she moved.

That was something he was thankful for, the way his daughter resembled you in so many ways. Her hair color, the shape of her face, even her personality and stubbornness was coming to resemble you too, and he had no doubt the similarities would continue as she grew older. She was also attached to books the same, though honestly he was just as much at fault for that as his queen. However, the one thing that differed was that she had inherited his eyes, a strong clear blue that somehow looked right into your soul.

The little princess was beginning to learn how to use those ice blue eyes to her advantage, much to his amusement. When something didn't go her way, she'd glare at whoever was responsible in no dissimilar way to his own until they cracked from the pressure. It was no end of stress to Sariel or his brothers, realizing there was a little Chev 2.0 in the making. She'd even turned that icy gaze onto him, too, managing to surprise him.

Anyone that looked at her knew immediately whose daughter it was, and something about that sentiment, creating this tiny human so clearly made up of his traits and yours together, warmed him up inside.

Getting lost in his reverie, he quickly lost sight of his small child and hastened his pace. The full bushes made it difficult to keep his eye on her, even with his keen eye and sense of danger, so outside excursions were often accompanied by extra help such as the servants or even Lucien on rare occasion. Thankfully, that wasn’t necessary today as you were the one waiting at the end of their journey through the garden, and the thick foliage made the path clear, leading up to a gazebo.

Just as the image of your face came to mind, he could hear a loud exclamation from up ahead, and turned a corner in time to watch his daughter run into your waiting arms.

“Mama!”

You couldn’t help but grunt from the force with which you were tackled, but your arms wrapped around your daughter as she gripped you tightly.

“Hi, my love! I've missed you,” you said, pulling back to kiss the top of her head. You noticed the missing presence of your husband, glancing around before looking back at your child. “I’m so happy to see you again. Where’s your papa at, can you tell me?”

“Papa is slow,” your daughter mumbled, the excitement of seeing you lost already as she caught sight of the butterflies flitting about from bloom to bloom behind you.

Her wording made you giggle against your better judgment. Your husband could be described as many things, but you were certain the word “slow” was not one of them. But almost as if summoned, his platinum blond head came into view over the bountiful rose bushes, and it was as if all was suddenly right with the world— even if he did have a slight frown on his face.

“Little rabbit, I’ve told you not to run ahead in the gardens,” he sighed, entering the gazebo and patting his daughter’s head roughly. Instantly, her attention turned back to him, two pairs of ocean blue eyes meeting briefly before she looked away.

“‘M sorry, papa, I won’t do it again,” she replied, reaching out to hug his leg, gripping the fabric of his pants with tiny hands. Anyone else that saw this scene would expect the King to be cold and unfeeling in response, but instead he sighed, patting her hair awkwardly without a word.

You watched all this quietly, unable to fight the smile that made its way onto your face. The method of his comforting reminded you much of the early days of your relationship in which he did the same, unsure how to touch you or perhaps even afraid to hurt you. Chevalier may have been called the Brutal Beast for his actions, but he was really more of a beast for the way he was unused to loving human touch.

Over time, he’d eventually grown better and more confident with touching you, a way to express his unending love for you that he couldn’t express with his serious and less-than-romantic words. But it all seemed to revert the moment your daughter was born.

You remembered the very first time he had held her. All his brothers and the palace physician had waited with bated breath, and it was clear in Chevalier’s expression that he had his own reservations about what he was about to do. How could hands used for killing, hands used for exterminating the threats to the kingdom and defending the borders, possibly be suitable for holding that of his small, innocent child? The moment his daughter was placed in his arms, his discomfort was extremely clear –to you, at least– arms frozen stiff in an attempt to be gentle to the tiny creature he'd been entrusted with. But it was this same discomfort and worried reaction that showed you just how much he actually cared about her, and about you, too.

The memory brought a smile to your face, which was met by a strong, familiar poke to the forehead.

“Do not let your head get caught in the clouds, Rabbit,” Chevalier said. His voice was chastising, but the smirk gracing his lips was soft, sweet, making your heart thump.

Chevalier caught sight of one of his brothers out of the corner of his eye, a familiar flop of lilac hair waiting just beyond an ivy-covered arch by the gazebo. It reminded him how, as his daughter grew and came to differentiate his brothers, an unfortunate attachment had grown to a particular somebody. Much to his dismay, his daughter seemed to like her uncle Clavis the most, often shouting his name and using her stubby legs to seek him out when she could, and the feeling was mutual with the resident troublemaker. And Clavis delighted in this fact, often rubbing that in his older brother’s face and using it as an excuse to irritate him at every turn.

But today, Chevalier would use it to his advantage if it meant having you to himself, at least for a little bit. He knelt down to eye level with his child, peering into her familiar ice blue eyes.

“Little rabbit, I want to speak to your mother,” he said. He turned in the direction of his brother, pointing to direct his daughter’s attention in the same direction as well. “Why don’t you go see your uncle Clavis? He’s waiting for you in the gardens.”

His daughter’s eyes widened to a comical size, filled with excitement. Her head whipped around to search, despite Chevalier’s finger pointing the way, but thankfully, Clavis was accompanied by his trusty attendant, Cyran, who popped his head out at the perfect time to catch her attention. His shock of red hair made him look like a human rose, against the background of the gardens.

A shrill shriek filled the air, causing you and Chevalier to wince simultaneously. “Unca Cwavis and Cyan!” Your daughter was still having trouble pronouncing her L’s and R’s, but the men didn't mind. Chevalier watched as his daughter shot forward, “Cyan” quickly bowing to Chevalier in greeting before catching the girl in his arms. As he watched the two leave, he felt an arm slip through his and turned to look at you.

“I’ve missed you too, King Chevalier. I’m so glad to see you look okay,” you said, your relief evident in your smile. “How was everything during the visit? Did everything go alright?”

Chevalier huffed at your questions. “Would I have returned so soon if things did not go well?”

Your face scrunched up for a moment, but you were used to Chevalier’s sass.

“I know, but I’m still allowed to worry about you,” you said, leading Chevalier over to a bench in the gazebo. “The people of Rhodolite know now what a kind King you are, but I can’t say the same about people in other countries. And I know you’re capable of handling many things, but I still don’t want you to get hurt. I’ll always wish for your safety and good health, can’t I wish that for my own husband?”

Chevalier took a moment to look at your face, eyes following the curve of your eyebrows and lips, the shape of your nose and jaw, all features he had long since memorized. Finally, he simply snorted, reaching a hand up to poke your forehead again as a smile made its way onto his lips.

“That is awfully sentimental, and also unnecessary,” he said. “I am not so weak as to be felled so easily. I will always return to my Rabbit in the end, so long as you wish to wait for me.”

Now who’s being sentimental? You didn’t dare say that to his face, although the caution was unnecessary, given the way he was always able to read your thoughts based on your expressions alone. His smile turned teasing, clearly knowing what you were thinking, but he didn’t comment further on it.

“Now, I believe you’re forgetting something,” he said expectantly.

He watched as your head tilted in confusion. The gears were clearly turning in your head to determine what he was waiting for, but it only took a moment for understanding to dawn on your face, your lips curving up into a warm smile.

“Welcome home, Chevalier,” you said, stretching up to place a soft kiss to his cheek.

His arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close as he returned the kiss to your lips, the taste of home filling his senses. He didn’t speak further, but he didn’t have to. Every ounce of his love was put into his kisses, and you gladly accepted it all.

Neither of you could have ever predicted being here, Chevalier least of all. His life had become a fairy tale on par with the romance books he enjoyed reading but never totally understood. No amount of strict noble education, military strategy, or the annoying words of a certain foolish brother could have told him that a future like this was possible. But as he held you close under cover of the gazebo, happy to finally have you in his arms once again, he realized he was okay with that. You came into his life in a whirlwind of drama and intrigue, turning his expectations around and introducing him to so many unfamiliar things and feelings, like fatherhood, yearning, and love. It wore on him, at times, not being able to see where his future was heading thanks to all the new things he was experiencing by your side. However, so long as it was with you, Chevalier supposed he was okay with a little bit of unpredictability.

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Hello there (●’◡’●)ﾉ may I request a teen(?)! Belle headcanons. The ikemen princes see her as a little sister figure. Maybe she's 14 to 17. It'll be funny to see her act bratty and chaotic to them once she gets comfortable but she does know when to get serious. Loves fun, food, and maybe she finds smth she wants to do while being there. Maybe she wants to be like one of the princes and handle sword, or maybe a doctor. It could be anything tbh, just want to see little sister fluff.

✮ A Little Trouble ✮

Platonic! Ikemen Princes x Teen! Reader

Hi!! Thank you sm for requesting!! I love the idea and I’m sorry if I went a little off the topic of the request💞 I would have finished this yesterday but tumblr deleted my work :,(

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Clavis can’t help but burst out laughing when he first saw the girl; giggling about “Is there no pure hearted adults left in Rhodolite?

His interest was peaked however at Sariel’s choice of Belle. This meant that Clavis became Belle’s unofficial guide for the first weeks of her stay.

It wasn’t very long until Belle realised how much Clavis loved to prank his brothers and now her (his newest victim). He loved how the girl could get so bratty and chaotic at times, she was simply so entertaining!

Belle endured the whole list of Clavis’ pranks. Potholes, jumpscares, eating cupcakes with horseradish in them (twice) and the list goes on.

It wasn’t until one day that Belle simply had enough. She screamed at Clavis to leave her alone before slamming the door of her bedroom in his face. It was only a couple seconds later that Clavis’ grin turned to a frown, slowly walking away from the girl’s room.

A couple of days went by without Belle seeing Clavis. It was strangely quiet. No pranks, no laughing and definitely no jumpscares. She started to miss the purple haired man’s light hearted pranks and contagious laughter.

Obviously Clavis hadn’t disappeared, he had to make sure that Belle was safe and comfortable so he watched from afar.

Shreds of colourful paper, markers and washitape sprawled all over the Belle’s bedroom floor. She laid on fluffy cotton rug, kicking her feet in the air as she doodled a drawing of a very familiar purple haired man in the decorated page. It wasn’t long before Belle caught a whiff of vanilla surrounding her and the sound of the door closing caught her attention. She looked up to see Clavis carrying a plate of heart shaped cookies, placing them on the ground next to Belle before plopping to lay down next to her. He started to rip pieces of coloured paper too, sprinkling glitter on every surface of that once white page. Clavis’ paper soon filled with messy handwriting, clumsy drawings and too much glitter and stickers to count. The girl couldn’t help but laugh “I didn’t know you knew other languages!”. Clavis simply chuckled “Clavese is the mosy rare language in the world! Only two people understand it. You can be the third.” Clavis didn’t have to finish his words as the girl’s eyes glistened with excitement and her head nodded quickly.

Chevalier was the most displeased. As you can imagine.

Chevalier had shown no interest in the new Belle. Since she was a teenager, Chevalier saw her as incapable. Going out of his way to ignore her, but Belle wasn’t giving up that easily . She followed Chevalier sometimes, or simply watched as he finished his work for the day.

The new Belle always remembered to ask about his day, if he remembered to eat and even bought cookies that Yves helped her to make for him. If he ‘forgot’ to eat, he would get an earful of why eating was important (as if he was a mere child who didn’t understand the importance of eating).

Chevalier admired the new Belle’s courage to scold the Brutal Beast over things so minor and soon he felt a weakness sprouting in his icy heart. His weakness being her.

He enjoyed how her voice filled the usually cold air of the faction’s office, her giggles and deep analysis over very minor things. She was the only one Chevalier allowed to ramble to him if she so desired.

He trusted her to invite her to his own private library, watching her curious eyes linger on the golden lettering of each book. Books about politics, romance, plays, novellas, poems and much more littered the shelves of the room. This was part of Chevalier’s little world that he was willing to share with Belle.

However, Chevalier didn’t allow Belle to slack at her new job. In fact, he made sure she did all of Sariel’s homework and read the books assigned to her. Sometimes coming into her room with an icy glare which told Belle all she needed to know.

The bright moon was covered by grey fluffy clouds, rays of its light peaking through the ashy curtain. The pink bedroom was dark, only the light of the brightest star shining through to illuminate its light on the yellowed pages of Chevalier’s book. Belle sat on the floor under the window. Earlier the same day, she had expressed her desire to want to understand Chevalier better; wanting to see the world through his eyes. She had asked the man to train her with a sword but she only got a glare in response. Therefore she had taken the liberty to take steal a book of his from his private library. It wasn’t anything she would normally read but it was the first book she grabbed. Her eyes were glued to the page, reading each word intently with furrowed brows. “Draconian? What does that even mean?” She muttered angrily; so focused on the stolen book that she didn’t realised her door was open revealed a tall blonde man standing in its frame. It was only when she heard a noise that sounded oddly like a snort that she looked at the doorway. Her eyes widened but before she could muster an excuse, Chevalier beat her to it and spoke with a small smile-

“Try reading a book written for your age.”

Luke made sure she was protected. I mean, you can’t blame him. A young girl having to live in a dangerous palace? THE SAME YOUNG GIRL THAT IS BELLE AS WELL?? He knew he had to do everything possible to make sure she was safe.

Imagine his happiness when the new Belle confessed her love for food and honey! That was the moment that really brought the two together.

Belle found the way Luke attracted animals as fascinating, trying to bring him to the woods to lure any cute animals or just have a look at them up close.

Due to this, Belle had taken a hobby of drawing the animals she saw around Luke and dreamed of becoming a veterinarian. She knew she had to work hard if she wanted to achieve her goal.

Luke tried his hardest to support Belle with her studies assigned by Sariel. He went as far as trying to study with her but ultimately failing and convincing her to take a nap outside instead.

When she told Luke about how she wanted to learn more about animals, he was very delighted. Due to his talent of attracting them, Belle learnt a lot about all kinds of forest animals.

It was a calm summer afternoon. Bees buzzed from one blooming rose to another, collecting pollen for their hives. As the bees were busy, Luke and Belle were doing quite the opposite. The two laid side by side under a tall oak tree, resting in the shade as if Belle wasn’t supposed to be in one of Sariel’s lessons right now. The golden beams of sunlight peered through the leaves, the sun directly on Belle’s cheek leaving a warm kiss on her skin. They weren’t the only ones resting under this tree however as earlier that day a dog had followed Luke to the palace. The big dog had chosen to spread its shaggy body and large paws on Belle’s lap, making her unable to get up even if she wanted too. “I had this weird dream where I was a bear and you were a bear too” the [H/C] girl began “We were in a cave and I was really cold. But you came and hugged me! I felt much better” she smiled at the sweet dream and Luke couldn’t help return the smile. It was times like these were life felt the way it should; Simple.

Nokto tried to stay away, mostly because of his reputation. He was fine with Belle and engaged in quick chit chat with her but nothing too long.

That was until he was strolling through the Rhodolite gardens when he heard soft crying. He simply couldn’t ignore the sound which led him to find Belle crying on a bench on the far right of the palace.

The 7th Prince sat on the bench with Belle, saying with his usual grin for her stop crying and smile. Belle simply looked up at the man before turning her head away, mumbling that he wouldn’t understand.

After a while of silence, Nokto asked more sincerely. “What’s going on?”. That was when the new Belle started to explain how, while she was happy to be Belle, she had to leave all her friends and family behind. She missed them and fortunately Nokto knew something about missing family.

“They’ll be there when you come back, no need to cry now”.

That day forwards, they started to talk more before kind of became inseparable. Just like twins, communicating by pulling silly faces across the round table or bickering over the best flavour of pie.

Nokto liked Belle’s chaotic personality, he enjoyed picking small fights and such. One of their favourite activities being chasing one another. Loud laughter filling the halls as Belle fell victim to Nokto’s tickling.

It was only when Nokto realised how close they became when he started to laugh. Belle had started to pick up on some of his habits like calling Chevalier ‘King Highness’ and trying to outfox Sariel (unfortunately that didn’t work). He was happy because she was happy.

However sometimes there were moments where no laughter was heard, no smiles shared and no trance of joy between the two.

Quiet steps filled the air of the palace, the sneaky fox trying to escape the place before a small voice stopped him in his tracks. “Nokto!” The voice called out. Nokto turned slowly to the voice, the red moon’s light casting his face in its bloody glow. A moment of silence passed before the cream coloured marble echoed loud clicking from Belle’s hard shoes which she had put on just a minute prior. When she reached the white haired man, the young girl wrapped her arms around him in an embrace. The Prince’s whole body tensed before relaxing and hugging the girl back. No words were needed to make them both understand. She simply had a nightmare, he simply had to stay.

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Glimpse

Chevalier x Reader Fluff/Comfort Word Count: ~600

A little simple something written for @ikemenprompts Week #2 <3

Content Warnings: none

Chevalier lets out a breathy sigh, but his eyes remain closed. He stretches his back to then turn on his side, sheets sliding against his skin and off his body. Creases form over his brow, insistent warmth clinging to his limbs like a possessive mistress. Chevalier holds no affection for it, however. He buries his face in a pillow.

The morning air smells of lemon grass garnished with a pinch of oceanic salt. It heaves sluggishly as heat streams from above, perhaps still drunk with the wine spilled the prior night. No matter. The breeze is not allowed rest, so it collects the orange sweetness to then combine it with bitter coffee scent, carried over from the narrow streets so typical for Benitoitian towns. Only then does it trespass into the palace, and dressed in the still pale light, sneaks into the guest wing. The air is as curious as it is shy, so it dares not disturb the curtains. Not while the lovers lie side by side.

Chevalier lets out a breathy sigh, but his eyes remain closed. He stretches his back to then turn on his side, sheets sliding against his skin and off his body. Creases form over his brow, insistent warmth clinging to his limbs like a possessive mistress. Chevalier holds no affection for it, however. He buries his face in a pillow.

Another gust blows past a steppe somewhere far away, a commotion stirring within the grass waves – a hand falls over his, much smaller and more delicate, undeniably fragile despite the firmness it has so often displayed. Not unlike a drop inspiring sea inside a cup, it overfills him with affection words fail to describe. Chevalier lifts his heavy lids, both for and against himself. His surprise has dulled, but never will it cease. Not when you are there.

Sun rays melt into an ephemeral dome to shelter you, as vulnerable as a dandelion seed. Perhaps it is the obliviousness you display in regards to your own fragility that enables this state; regardless, you rest, just within the reach of his arm, but also somehow still too far away. You breath evenly, quiet puffs of air emerging from your lips. Judging by the peaceful expression you wear, your must be sleeping and dreaming well. Chevalier turns his hand below yours, to stroke the back of your fingers with his thumb. He smiles the most timid of smiles, too amused with your delight to hold it back. How can you be so open, so honest, when not aware of the dear world around? Truly, so foolish… But is he not?

It is as if an ice pane shattered, a fleeting whimper splitting the air in half. Summer withers for unbearable chill to flood the room, hearts struggling due to thermal shock while lungs contract. Chevalier watches your tranquillity crumble, to be gone completely within a breath or a half. You clutch his fingers now, as if convinced they alone are the lifeline that could save you from whatever nightmare that haunts your mind. And perhaps you are not wrong to have assumed as much.

You grimace, and he does not wait. Chevalier shakes you by the shoulder, albeit with more force than he’d like. You… deserve better, but alas. At the very least, he is efficient in helping you surface from the horror in your mind, however disoriented and terrified you are. It does not matter. Not when your binding is intangible, not when he can steal you away, not when he can lock you in his arms and cradle you against his chest. Not when he is close enough to dry your tears himself.

Tonight you will drink the wine again; the wheel of seasons is bound to turn. Before then, however, let your face be cupped in his rough hands. Let his thumbs wipe moisture from your cheeks, as unpractised and uncertain as they may be. Banish the thoughts of complaining about heat – when the words fail, it is the bodies that speak… and speak they must, for how else could he console the one treasure he has?

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IkePri HCs - Kisses (pt 1)

Fandom: Ikémen Prince Reader-insert: Gender-neutral Featuring: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, Yves & Nokto Warnings: None Additional Warnings: Mentions of an assassination attempt (Chevalier) | Food (Leon) | Suggestive Content (Nokto) Headcanon: Types of kisses they give you

Part 2

(a/n): Happy Valentine's Day, guys! To be honest, I wanted to post these HCs when I was done with the 11 princes + Rio, Sairel and Cyran. Yet writer's block has been mean to me. So, I figured this might help me get the writing mojo flowing, hopefully 🙏🏻

This post by @atelieredux inspired Jin’s part. And this post by @scorchieart inspired Nokto’s part.

Apologetic Kiss

The burgundy-eyed man heaves a resigned sigh and kneels down on his knees

He cups one of your bare feet in his large palm as you stare down at him from the sofa you are comfortably sitting on

He then presses his luscious lips to the bridge of your foot and peppers apologetic smooches up your leg till he reaches your inner thigh 

He proceeds to affectionately nuzzle his cheek against your skin and gaze up at you with puppy-dog eyes

“I’m really sorry,” he pauses, pouting slightly as he studies your unamused expression before continuing, “Will you ever forgive poor old Jin?” 

“That depends,” you reply.

His brows knit together slightly. “On what?”

You lean forward to hook a finger under his chin forcing his head up. 

“On whether you’ll start relying on me or not,” your lips barely graze his and your breath tickles his skin while you speak

He stays silent for a long moment as he contemplates the idea thoroughly

He knows you have all the right to be mad at him for not telling you, once again, about his recent altercation with some criminals trying to wreak havoc in the kingdom

He keeps some things from you because he knows these sorts of situations are dangerous and he wants to protect you

But maybe, just maybe, he should tell you

His brows furrow further as you lean back against the sofa

He knows you won’t rush headlong into danger

It’s just that he wouldn’t know what to do with himself if you were to get hurt because of him

But, perhaps, relying on you wouldn’t be so bad. 

He’d at least have someone on his side, and you might even be able to assist him

“Fine,” he finally says, “I’ll try to rely on you more from now on,” he vows, gingerly taking your hand in his large and warm palm before sealing his promise with a delicate kiss.

Lingering Kiss

It’s well past midnight, and unlike Chevalier, you are sound asleep, completely unaware of the danger approaching

The blond man is holding you in his arms, gently yet awkwardly running his fingers through your hair

His icy-blue eyes are closed as he basks in your warmth and the peace and tranquillity of the moment for as long as he possibly can

But after a few minutes, he gingerly lays your head down on the pristine, plush pillows

You scowl and mumble something incomprehensible in your sleep, evoking a tiny smile to tug at the corners of his lips

He has to leave soon to deal with some foolish intruders who wish to sever his head

Yet, he takes his time staring at your gorgeous, resting face bathed in the silvery light of the moon sipping through his big window

He allows himself to be captivated by your divine beauty but only for a fleeting moment as he brushes your cheekbone with his thumb

You stir and whisper his name, but sleep has its clutches around you and doesn’t seem to want to let go of you any time soon, much to your lover’s relief

Chevalier slowly leans down to press a lingering, affectionate kiss on your temple 

Then, he climbs out of bed and fetches his sword, gripping it tightly in his hand

He gives you one last glance before walking out of the room with a heavy heart as he silently vows to come back to your loving arms as quickly as he can

Early-morning Kiss

Despite the sun not having come out yet, Clavis’s bleary eyes slowly flutter open, and he lets out a small yawn

A low purr resonates deep in his throat as he nuzzles his nose against your neck and breathes you in

Carefully, he peels his limbs off you before getting up

His movements are swift as he silently dresses up and fixes his tousled hair, utterly unaware of your furtive gaze

Once he’s ready to leave, he walks to your side of the bed and leans down to press his lips to your forehead, as he does every single morning

Much to his delighted surprise, the moment his lips graze your skin, he finds himself trapped as you wrap your arms around his torso

Your diabolical laughter rings pleasantly in his ears

“Going somewhere?”

He surrenders, resting his head on your shoulder

“Well, not anymore, hahaha.”

His body ends up on top of you as you gently thread your digits through his purple locks.

“Why are you up so early, love?”

“Have you forgotten already? We have breakfast parties on Mondays, Wednesdays, Fridays and Saturdays. And it so happens to be Wednesday today.”

“I could never forget about such a joyous occasion.”

Clavis lets out a purr as you scratch a certain spot on his head that makes him melt willingly and completely in your arms.

“Can I help?” you coo.

His reply is definite. “Absolutely not.”

You purse your lips in a pout. “Why not?”

He raises his head and gives your cheek a loving peck. “What kind of man would I be if I needed help with such an easy task?”

“But preparing breakfast together is something that couples do. Doesn’t it sound nice?”

He opens his mouth to speak but only takes a breath and closes it again as he considers your words. A moment later, he climbs off the bed holding you tightly in his arms and he rushes out of your shared room

"Clavis, I’m in my night clothes!" You squeak as he carries you to the kitchen.

"Don’t worry, little bunny. You look stunning."

"That’s not the problem!" You can’t help but laugh and squeal all the way to the kitchen, and he can’t help the genuine smile that has crystallised on his face nor the way his heart flutters in his chest.

After that one morning, cooking breakfast with you becomes Clavis’s favourite activity

Smacking Kiss

Like that first night at the palace, you take Leon’s outstretched hand, and he steals you away and, not so discreetly, leads you out of the palace and into the lively town. 

The citizens of Rhodolite are dancing and eating and drinking and having a good time, and you and Leon easily blend into the crowd to join the festivities.

The reason why Leon takes you there is for you to have fun and cheer you up, as you’ve been feeling low lately. And seeing you sad makes his golden heart break into a million pieces

So he does everything he can to make you forget about your problems

He buys food to share with you from every single stall lining the streets

Eating delicious food with a loved one always cheers people up, and you were no exception

Soon, you have a lovely smile on your face, and Leon can’t help but watch you as you enjoy yourself 

To him, you are like the most entertaining book, one that won’t make him fall asleep as soon as he reads the first line

Or the finest work of art that he could just stare at for the rest of his life

He lets out a cheerful chuckle, earning your attention

You stare at him with owlish eyes and puffy cheeks, mid-chew

He reaches out with his hand and wipes a bit of sauce from the corner of your mouth before licking his thumb clean

The action, bold and intimate, evokes a blush to creep across your cheeks and neck

"You’re gorgeous, you know that?" He flashes you a dazzling simper and you swear your heart is doing backflips in your chest

Quickly, you finish chewing, and then swallow before clearing your throat

But before you can say anything, your lover is engulfing you in a tender embrace

One of his hands cups your cheek, and he tilts your head just enough so that you focus your gaze on him

And without warning, his lips are pressed against yours in a sweet, smacking kiss

But it doesn’t end there

He gives you another kiss, and another, and another

The small pecks are so loud that you’re sure people around you are staring

But you don’t care

You simply wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in to deepen the kiss

Chaste Kiss

Yves is seated between your legs in the tub, which makes him feel a tad bit nervous

He’s not used to being pampered, so when you offered to wash his hair for him earlier, he was thrilled

His nervousness, however, vanishes when you run your deft digits through his golden locks

He can feel his anxiety and stress melting away, and he heaves a delighted sigh

A ball was held at the palace earlier, and Yves happened to play the violin in front of all the guests

It had been your idea

And despite feeling a bit apprehensive at first, he ended up doing

And he’s beyond overjoyed that he did because everyone loved his performance

He can still hear people clapping and see their satisfied smiles

Though, there’s only one smile that he made sure to forever engrave in his memory; yours.

He wouldn’t have made it if it wasn’t for you

Heck, he wouldn’t have been invited if it wasn’t for you

Even since you lifted his curse, his life has changed for the better

It wasn’t an immediate change, but over time, nobles and townsfolk alike began to accept him and see him as the kind and compassionate Rhodolitian prince he is

"Haah," he accidentally lets out a soft moan when you begin to delicately scratch his scalp

His ears mirror the red roses in the gardens, and you’re sure that if you were able to see his cheeks, you’d see how flushed they are

You refrain from giggling at how cute he is and proceed to say, "You were great today, Evie. I’m really proud of you."

He stays silent for a moment, replaying your lovely words in his head over and over

"Do you really think that?" He asks in a pouty tone.

"Are you kidding? That was one hail of a performance, Yves!" 

Your reassuring words draw a smile on his face, and for a moment he feels bold enough to say, "I could give you a private performance if you’d like."

He regrets saying that the moment the words leave his lips, but much to his surprise, you tell him you’d be delighted if he did

His heart flutters in his chest 

You never fail to make him feel all warm and fuzzy inside

Swiftly, he turns to look at you

He’s smiling and his eyes are filled with unshed tears; he’s overcome with emotion

He cups your cheek in his soapy hand and leans in to bless your lips with a delicate kiss. A kiss that speaks of his adoration and devotion to you

Needy Kiss

It’s one of those nights when the voices in Nokto’s head just won’t stop their torturous speech

And not even the book you are reading to him is enough to silence them

Reaching his limit, Nokto took the book from your hands and put it aside

You give him a displeased look, but before you can protest, his insecure lips are on yours

His kiss is intense and needy, yet it’s not enough

He needs to get intoxicated on you to quell the yapping in his head

That’s always worked for him, so it should work now, he thinks as he deepens the kiss and relishes the delightful sounds you’re making

But it ends all too soon when you pull away and stare at him with concern in your bright eyes

He doesn’t like that look, and making you worry over him is the last thing he wants

The mere thought of burdening you with his problems makes his skin crawl

"Tell me what’s wrong," you gently ask, caressing his cheek with your delicate hand

He feels troubled, but decides to try and deceive you nonetheless.

"Everything is alright. I just… can’t keep my hands off you any longer." 

He gives you a reassuring vulpine smile, but you are wiser than that.

"Something’s troubling you, isn’t it?"

He lets out a soft, dismissive chuckle and says you’re imagining things.

But when you give him that unamused look, he heaves a long sigh and slumps his shoulders

"You sure know me well…"

"I wish you’d talk to me instead of lying."

"I don’t want to burden you with—"

"Nokto, you’re not a burden, and your worries are my worries. So, please… talk to me."

Finally, he surrenders and proceeds to tell you about the voices, discovering that the more he talks with you about them, the quieter they get.

Since that day, he always uses your chest as a pillow as he talks and, sometimes, cries about the things that burden him, and he always falls asleep with a small smile on his face, his heart at ease after sharing his vulnerability with you

His kisses are still needy

But he no longer feels the necessity of getting intoxicated in you to forget

He kisses you so because he loves you and wishes to keep you in his life forever

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