Fandom: Ikémen Prince
Pairing: Leon Dompteur x OC!Lorenzo Rosamond
Genre: Romance
Warnings: Allusions to Leon’s past
Prompt: Kabedon | Festival After Dark
Word Count: 700
This piece is my contribution to the In a Flash Creation Challenge hosted by @flash-exchange and to the Sunshine & Stars CC hosted by @violettduchess and @lorei-writes
(a/n): This is my first time writing for one of my OCs, so this is a HUGE deal for me! I’m super excited! 💜
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The festival was in full swing, with vibrant decorations, lively music, and a bustling crowd. Stalls lined the streets, selling various goods and foods. And the cool, night air was filled with laughter and mirthful conversation.
Leon strolled through the streets, relishing the comfort of blending in as a commoner. But soon, his attention was captured by a woman standing by a stall, admiring the beautiful array of hair ornaments on display. As if bewitched by her mystical beauty, he approached her. When he looked closer at her face, everything fell into place like puzzle pieces finally coming together. For a moment, he found himself rooted in place, only able to gawk at her as she continued walking down the busy streets. Regaining composure, he quickly followed her into a less-traveled street, away from the crowds.
“Lorry?”
The woman started and turned around, immediately recognizing the fourth prince’s distinctive voice.
“You…” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper as her eyes widened in shock.
Leon chuckled, a mix of amusement and disbelief in his amber eyes. "Didn't expect to run into you here, of all places." His tone was light but with an underlying seriousness. "It's been a long time."
"It has," Lorry replied, her voice steadying. "What brings you to the festival?"
"Just enjoying myself," Leon responded with a shrug, trying to keep his cool exterior. But his melancholy eyes told another tale. "And you?"
"Waiting for someone," Lorry answered, her eyes flicking towards the crowd, searching for her loyal servant.
Leon took a few steps closer. In response, she took a few steps back, till her rear was pressed against a wall. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes as he looked at her.
“All this time, you’ve been right in front of me, but I’ve been too blind to realize.” He gently grabbed a lock of her hair and twirled it around his fingers. It was as silky as he remembered.
Before she could protest, he spoke again. “Lorry, or should I say, Lorenzo?” He searched his gorgeous eyes for answers and as if finding them, he proceeded. “I’ve always thought there was something familiar about you ever since you arrived at the palace last year,” he said softly, his tone teasing but with a hint of curiosity. "And now I understand why.” Leon let go of Lorenzo’s hair and rested a hand on the wall, caging him in between.
Lorenzo's heart pounded in his chest as he playfully glared up at Leon; he was trapped but not scared. “You always did have a way of finding me, didn’t you, Leon?”
Leon let out an airy snicker, a teasing smile on his lips as he slowly leaned closer to Lorenzo, carefully studying his gem-like eyes. "Fate has a funny way of bringing people together."
Feeling the intensity of Leon’s gaze, Lorenzo struggled to keep his composure, cheeks burning at their closeness. “You always did have a way with words, Leon,” he murmured.
Leon softened his gaze, his voice sincere, “And you always manage to surprise me.” He grinned, breathing deeply. “Mm. That smell brings back memories. Do your lips taste the same way they did back then?” he whispered, gradually closing the gap between them.
Leon’s beguiling eyes were the last thing Lorenzo saw before their lips met. The kiss was soft and tentative, filled with the innocence of their past. Leon gently cupped Lorenzo’s cheek as the kiss became more passionate. It was as if he was trying to reclaim what he had lost all those years ago; his identity, and his heart.
"You should’ve told me it was you." There was a hint of sorrow in Leon’s gaze.
Before Lorenzo could muster an answer, Marco arrived. The young soldier’s eyes widened in shock. Stammering an apology, Marco lowered his head trying to hide his embarrassment. "Mast—Mistress, it’s time we left."
Leon pulled away, his charismatic smile returning. "Goodbye, Lorry," he said quietly, his lips stained with the red balm Lorenzo was wearing. Before disappearing into the crowd, Leon playfully ruffled Marco’s hair, as usual.
Marco remained quiet, knowing it was not the time or place to question his master's affairs with the prince.
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Lorenzo is not one of Leo’s demons; he is a suffocating heat of a well-heated room on a winter day, warming the bones and making it difficult to breathe at the same time; a silk rope gently brushing skin and biting into it in another moment. He’s a maze yet to be solved, an eagle in flight ready to be drawn and yet moving too fast to follow.
