#ikepri abc

[rjthirsty]

H For Handicap

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Angst, Disabilities, Post Canon, GN!Reader,

Chevalier

Chevalier stands from his throne, waiting for you to hook arms with him. The two of you have gone through this routine many times, it’s so natural at this point for him to escort you out of the throne room once you’ve finished the petitions and visitors that came for the week. He can hear you moving, and a moment later he feels your hand slide through his waiting elbow. As regally as ever, he descends the stairs in measured steps. Nine stairs. Twenty-three to the door. No one is left in the room save for Sariel, he always could feel the presence of others very well, even Four Eyes.

The feel of the floor changes under his boots. Through the palace the two of you stroll. Most people will move aside for the King of Rhodolite, so it is of little consequence to move less carefully in the hallways than the social gatherings full of nobles and other public functions where he continues to pretend nothing had ever gone wrong. The last ball you two attended, he danced across the floor cleared for just the two of you. You’d never know he had an impairment with the way he managed to lead you around the room. Then again, that was the point.

One-hundred-forty-two steps and you two came to a stop. The room he had designated for his own office was in front of him. Easily he reached for the handle and pushed the door out of the way. One person sat inside. Chev could tell from his faint cologne that it was Clavis, he could smell the products he used to tame his bedhead.

Confidently, Chev moved into the room and around the desk, fingers touching the edge of it to keep him aimed in the right direction. Eight steps. Two steps. Two steps. Without your help, he found a seat - his seat - where he would field visitors inside the palace. You took yours beside him where you managed most of the work he was unable to perform these days.

Clavis knew. Everyone in his closest circle knew, but the maids and other workers on the grounds didn’t. It was kept secret to keep the peace. If the world found out he no longer had his vision, there would be people aiming to use that to their advantage. It was easier this way. He didn’t need to see to be aware of his surroundings, or to use his intelligent mind.

Papers shuffled. People spoke. He heard most of them approaching before they entered and announced themselves. He often held documents that had no purpose for him to rifle through. Five pages. Seven pages. Two pages. You were the one that looked over them, or Clavis, or Sariel, even Leon when it came to domestic affairs. He had to trust all of you to be certain his standards were maintained, but through the brief overview any of you made, he could determine the best course of action without seeing the words.

Anything requiring a signature would be seen to at a later time, when no one else was around to witness the way you guided his hand to the place for him to mark his name. He had never looked warm when he looked at anyone but you, so no one can tell from his uninterested stare that he can’t actually see them. It’s easy enough to tell where they’re located, people make an exorbitant amount of noise just existing.

The day finally draws to an end. Sixty-seven steps to the staircase taking the two of you to the next floor. Twenty-two stairs. One-hundred-eleven steps to your shared bedroom. Nothing moves inside this room. Everything is kept in exactly the same place so that Chevalier can manage his own routine without the need of baby-sitting. That is how he feels. He knows he should be grateful for your compliance, but he can’t help but feel resentment for himself and his need for you.

You read to him. It’s a much slower pace than he used to read silently to himself, but hearing the words come from you makes it more than tolerable– it’s pleasant to listen to your slower cadence. He misses the faces you’d make when you read, the emotions that would cross without you even realizing it. Gently, he cups your cheeks and finds your mouth through the measure of his touch.

He misses your bright, clear eyes. It’s only darkness now. You’re not as easy to read anymore. It’s more difficult to judge how you’re feeling. You have had to become more honest with him in order for him to continue to feel connected, because otherwise he just knows you exist in a capacity nearby. He knows you’re there, but what was it that your smile looked like again?

What was the face you’d make when the blush would crawl across your skin as you two made love? He can hear your sighs and your moans, and they’re as lovely as ever, but when was the last time he saw you intoxicated with lust? If he had felt like he was fumbling before with physical intimacy, he was even more clumsy now that nothingness existed in the spaces between you and him. Groping in the dark only to bump into your form in a place he hadn't predicted.

[rjthirsty]

E for Erogenous Zones

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Mature, Headcanon,

Chevalier

Let's ignore the obvious genital area and go exploring a bit more, shall we?

Chev loves the underside of his jaw and chin gently stroked. Yes, like a cat. But not because he's a cat, it's because no one touches his neck and under his chin even less. He's not even aware this is a thing until one day you trace his jaw and suddenly he wants you to touch him there again and again.

The pads of his fingers are also sensitive. He wears gloves so he doesn't have to feel sensations on his fingertips he doesn't want, but when the gloves are off, he wants his fingers brushing all over you. He slides them in your mouth, along your body, into your hair for the tactile sensation. Give his fingers a suck and you'll have him eating out of your hand.

If you really want to get one up on Chev, you gotta go for his inner thighs. From his crotch to his mid-thigh, light touches will cause shivers and instant goosebumps. Try with your tongue and he won't be able to hold himself back, but also be unable to say why. Don't bite! He'll never let you down there again! But try grazing teeth over skin and his dick will throb for you.

[rjthirsty]

D for Despair

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcannons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Angst, Chevalier Main Route Spoilers, GN!Reader,

Chevalier

Chevalier has had the unique fortune of not knowing what despair is. From an early age he felt things much less intense than others, and in never having the opportunity to explore the feelings he barely registered, he learned to ignore them completely for years - decades even. The day of his mother’s funeral, the eight-year-old felt very little. He thought he’d be devastated like his younger brother was, but on that rainy day, he just felt cold from the weather.

After that, he had nothing to grieve over. He never made mistakes, never made poor decisions, always kept losses to a minimum, and while people died under his command, he didn’t personally know them and lacked the ability to empathize with others to a degree that made a stranger’s death affect him.

But now he has you. He has someone he cares for more than reason. Now he knows what it is like to be without you, and has said he isn’t certain he could manage to go on living without you in his life. Strong words for a man that claims to not have a heart.

Chevalier’s grief is murderous. Unreasonable. Rage. Just knowing you are out of his reach, his impatience grows. His words are so cold they feel scalding. His eyes cut like the ice they mimic. And if you happen to get in the way of his weapon in a mood like this, there is no moment of mercy or chance to defend your actions, or yourself. He will cut down whoever keeps you from him, or threatens you.

If the day comes that you are permanently removed from his reach, the world will rue the day it took you. He will not be tamed again. He will not be sated until every possible person involved has been taken from this world as well. And don’t ever think of leaving, you can’t. There is no way for you to outrun him. You will never be free of the beast who learned to love. His grief would not allow you to part from him.

[rjthirsty]

C for Commoner

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Headcanon, Autism, ASD, GN!Reader,

Chevalier

I once read an explanation trumping claims that autism is a modern disorder that had said something along the lines of, ‘Neurodivergent people have always existed, it's just that they have nowhere to hide now. Instead of having your weird cousin Paul who doesn't talk out watching the sheep, we've put him in the middle of constant stimulation and expect him to work a normal job.’ When I was trying to imagine Chevalier being a commoner, this was what came to mind.

Chevalier is a genius. I also believe he's autistic-coded. I think he'd excel in any job field that doesn't require talking to others. If he happens to have a profession where he is expected to interact with people, he'd find a way to manage it without the need for speaking. People would assume he's mute, but he's simply non-verbal. I think that he also wouldn't have much in the way of ambitions. He just wants to live his life within the rules and do what is expected of him.

So I made him a bookstore clerk.

He's ridiculously handsome - the man who tends the bookstore that you've been visiting since a young child. He was there back then as well, and even when he was a teenage boy you had thought he was prettier than most others. A funny coincidence that you too are a bookstore clerk now that you've grown into a working adult.

He was always reading, he still is always reading. His words are saved for times when the two of you can discuss literature without interruption. You had once thought he couldn't speak, back when you were younger and attempted to make friends with him. He had looked at you with those icy blue eyes and given you his attention but didn't utter a word. He was always listening to you, even when you thought he wasn't. His attention has always been on you once you were older and blossoming into adulthood. 

He always looks so forlorn. A perpetual frown on his lips and his somber silence matched with his cold stare makes him look ethereal. Like he doesn't belong of this world and mourns the place he came from. But you've seen him smile. You've seen the way his eyes light up when he's looking at you when you're sharing your thoughts and gushing about love stories. They're small gestures, but that's when he looks most alive to you. You love that look. You love him. Maybe someday you'll have the courage to tell him, but secretly you wish he would share those words with you first.

[rjthirsty]

A for Arranged Marriage

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcannons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Chevalier Main Route Spoilers, Not Canon Compliant, Angst, AFAB!Reader.

Chevalier

Clavis had so kindly kept you informed of Chevalier's actions over the year since you left the palace after naming the second prince as king. It was tough at first. You cried constantly and pretended you weren't in love with the once brutal beast who had proven to be human after all.

It became easier when Clavis convinced you to stop holding yourself back. When he took you to that window overlooking the King's parade. When you shouted to your love and he somehow found you despite the crowd and the noise. When, days later, Clavis snuck you into the palace to see the king. And when Chevalier took you to your old room, cared for and cleaned like you had never left, and promised to punish you for breaking the rules of the covenant, you could have died right then. He wanted you.

However, it had been an entire year. A year that Rhodolite had a king without a queen. A year that marriage negotiations were taking place. A year that Chevalier thought he would never have you again. Now it was too late to back out of the planned ceremony. Too late to call off the wedding without having political backlash. It was already set into motion and the heavy weight of royalty was never meant for your shoulders.

It was fine, you told yourself. You could live in the palace as the mistress of the king, and you were free to love him completely. He was also free to love you, just not as his wife. But that was fine! It was okay because you two were still together. It was okay because he still wanted you. It was okay because Rhodolite needed a queen and heirs and things you couldn't provide due to being born in a different world. It wasn't so bad, you reminded yourself. It could be worse.

When his lips fell upon yours, you couldn't help but wonder if he kissed her in the same fashion.

Don't think about it. You're lucky to still be able to kiss him.

When his hands ran over your body, was he so gentle with her too? Did he learn his way around a woman by making love with her? 

It doesn't matter. You're his. You're his and you'd give him everything if you could.

When you two made love and tears collected in the corners of your eyes, were they from happiness or the pain of only taking up a portion of his heart?

You were never meant to be queen. At least you're allowed to be in his presence. At least you're allowed to still love him. At least… this was the life you chose. So why aren't you happy?

[rjthirsty]

I For "I Miss You"

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Angst, Loss, Grief, AFAB!Reader, Childbirth,

Chevalier

There was no one to blame, and yet Chevalier blamed the physician who saw after you and the midwife who was trained in birthing children, they would never bring another child into this world nor would they see to another woman losing her life in the process. In the days after, during his grief, fear permeated the palace. Sariel had attempted to offer condolences, and even he was threatened for daring to mention you. But no amount of life could bring yours back, and eventually his rage turned into smoldering anger at the world for taking you in such a way and leaving him with…

The child was saved. At least Chev could see that this was the last piece of you he had to hold on to, and the child was not to blame in his eyes. Chevalier was not a monster. Merely a beast.

He had grown up without knowing love, only responsibility as royalty. Then he met you and had a handful of years full of love that slipped too easily between his fingers and left him hurting in ways he never imagined. Would he fall like his father? Ridiculous. He had no desire for women. What he was left with was the responsibilities that his birth had given him. A kingdom to protect and the memory of love from a woman who nearly chose her kingdom over him on more than one occasion.

Did he relapse into the Brutal Beast again? Certainly. But that had never steered the kingdom in the wrong direction. He had grown from you, learned to trust his brothers and their counsel. He allowed them to handle matters with the populace. You would have wanted that. Someone with more empathy. 

As much as he wanted to wall his heart off again, he now had a child that required care beyond what he could give on his own. How was he supposed to love as a parent? You would have known. You would have been perfect.

[rjthirsty]

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F for Family

I've created an ABC list for Ikemen Prince ranging from humorous crack-fic ideas to the smutty, with a dash of drama and angst. 26 letters of the alphabet x 13 characters / 12 months = 1 year of drabbles, headcanons, and creating with these men in mind.

Tags: Children, Headcanon, AFAB!Reader,

Chevalier

Chevalier watches his daughter as she practices her manuscript alphabet. He sorts through his paperwork, his 5-year old at the table in the same room so she can spend time with daddy while he works. She declared she will be the next king. Chev believes she could be it, too.

A set of blue eyes so much like his looks up from the book he was reading, feeling Chev's eyes on him. His son sits several yards away, away from the crowd and the social gathering. Chev understands. He was that boy, once. Knowing he was different and never feeling like these events were worth his time. His son came to the party, at least, even if he chooses to hang on the fringes of it. Perhaps it's time to explain to the child the importance of winning hearts and not just winning with intelligence. 

An infant rests on Chev's chest, sleeping soundly as he reclines in bed, reading a book. So small. So fragile. They are the most precious thing to him, second only to you. He never thought he'd feel such love towards his own kin, barely having a connection with his own family. But they are also a part of you, and because of that his heart was connected to his child. Your child. They will be loved. Clumsily and awkwardly, but he still will love them like he never was.

Chevalier had never put much thought into a family, but he expected to have offspring someday. It was his duty. Then you came along and that expectation morphed into a want and a hope. He would have as many children as you requested, giving you ample time to recover between helping rear them.

Being part of his kids’ lives was easier than he had anticipated. His affection towards them was a surprise to himself, but proved to help keep them in his mind like his affection for you kept you constantly in his thoughts. You really were amazing in so many ways, and you created these beings and showered them with love.