Chevalier And Prompt 3

chevalier and prompt 3 🥺❤️

A/N: My first entry for @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore 's Tis The Season for Love Content Creation Challenge

Chevalier x Reader

Word Count: 754

“I do not understand the need for a Christmas tree in the salon. Your efforts have resulted in a tree as tall as four men in the palace foyer as well as one in the gardens, not to mention the tree we traditionally provide in the town square.” His royal highness King Chevalier Michel is standing in the doorway of the aforementioned salon, watching as you artfully toss handfuls of shiny gold tinsel across branches bedecked with porcelain bells, golden orbs, shimmery iridescent ornaments that look almost like bubbles, and a massive string of white pearls winding from the top to the bottom of the dark green fir.

“Because,” you say cheerfully as gold tinsel flies from your fingertips, “it gives the room a nice, cozy holiday feeling.”

He snorts, crossing his arms across his chest. Clearly he does not share your opinion. Your tinsel has run out and so you turn toward the wooden box resting on the couch, shooting him a look. “Huff all you like but you put me in charge of decorating because you did not want to bother with something so trivial AND because you did not want Clavis booby-trapping all the decorations again.”

“Black nearly had a heart-attack last year when the tree ornaments started exploding,” Chevalier murmured.

You nod, remembering as you open the wooden box and carefully remove the golden star tree topper. “And Sariel was furious at all the green dye in the fountains.”

“Four Eyes is always furious about something,” Chevalier states as he watches you walk back toward the tree you had placed in the back corner of the salon. He must admit, it does compliment the darker tones of the room and you have done a fine job decorating it in angelic white and gold. Now as you approach the tree, a slow grin pulls on the corner of his mouth.

“You cannot reach the top.”

He sounds far too amused for his own good, you think as you assess the tree. The top is rather high but it isn’t like its giant cousins in the town square or downstairs in the foyer. This one is about as tall as Chevalier and you can reach up and push your fingers through that pale, silken hair without trouble.

“Of course I can.” Think tall thoughts. Pine trees. The palace spires. Luke. Slowly, you raise yourself up onto your toes, stretch out your arm, and will the heavy star-shaped golden tree topper to reach the top. Not.....quite.....your toes are beginning to hurt, screaming at you that they have reached their limit. Your arm is starting to shake, a weary soldier with only a few last gasps of air left before it collapses. Just....ugh....a...half a centimeter.....the topper brushes the tip of Christmas tree in the very faintest of kisses. Come on....argghhh.....

And then something hard is gripping your waist, your aching toes leave the wooden floor and your arm manages one final act of bravery as it sets the topper onto the tree before falling, exhausted, to your side. For a moment you are at height with the golden star, floating in the air like the spirit of Christmas itself, suspended above the tree in all of its now complete glory. You gasp softly as the sight, your eyes trained on the star even as you slowly sink back down to earth, your feet coming to rest on the floor once again.

Chevalier’s hands slide from your waist, forward, wrapping around you and pulling you back against him. You lean back into him, admiring your handiwork. Even in the thin winter light pouring in through the arched window, the tree shines, a celestial wonder with its white and gold ornaments, glistening tinsel and of course, the majestic Christmas star at the very top, twinkling proudly.

“Thank you,” you sigh happily as you hug his arms against you, nestling against the wide, comforting feel of his chest at your back.  He lowers his head, pressing a kiss to your temple before speaking. “I was correct in my assertion that you are too short.”

A smile, soft as snowfall, bright as moonlight, crosses your lips as you turn your head to look up at the man you love.

“I seem to fit here,” you snuggle even closer against him, pulling his arms more tightly around your midsection, “just fine.”

He laughs, a quiet sound as smooth and fine as velvet. “That you do.” Another kiss, this time to your cheek. “That you do.”

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Catching Belle when she falls~

Hello dearest Chaya🥺💖 I've said it many times before, but I'll repeat myself and thank you for letting me live the true magic of ikerev through your characters🥺😭 Their journeys will always be in my heart, even though it's saddening the game will be stopping.

Thank you for making this amazing prompt list🥺💕

I would like to request the lovely Rose with Edgar Bright and the prompts/dialogs:

"Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree"

And

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

Darling Nadia ❤️ Thank you so much for all your support and love you always shown me. I am truly lucky to have such a sweet friend. I hope you enjoy 💝

By Your Side

Fandom: Ikerev

Pairing: Edgar Bright x Roselina Kingsley (OC)

Type: Fluff

Prompt: "Lift me up so I can put the star on the tree" & "I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this"

WC:1100+

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The sound of hooves approaching the house has Edgar smiling to himself. His eyes glance over to his desk, the letter he received this morning from the King. Knowing who is approaching, he places his paperwork away, his day off officially beginning now that the Princess is back. He stands up as the front door click and opens.

Roselina steps into the house, carrying her bag and toolbelt in one hand. Placing everything in the entryway to put away later, she starts moving into the house.

“Ed, I’m home” the voice that fills the house has been gone far too long. Watching the twins place the voice, Edgar smiles when he sees the twins try to stand up.

“Mama” Jayden tries to move towards the door, but he stumbles forward. Rose appears in the doorway, her tired eyes lighting up when she sees her sons and husband. Jayden manages to make it to the door, clutching her leg as soon as she steps into the room.

“Jay baby, I’ve missed you so much” She whispers, kneeling down to give the almost one-year-old a hug. Her arms reach out to the approaching Kayden and pull him close too. Pressing a kiss on both of their heads she looks up.

“I’m finally home” She murmurs again, shutting her eyes. Arms wrap around her and the twins, pulling her against a warm chest, a familiar heartbeat.

“Welcome home Jelly Bean, we have missed you so much” Edgar murmurs against her head. His arms tighten slightly, shutting his eyes to hold his family closer. The twins are both trying to babble to Rose, pressing kisses to her cheeks, and causing their mother to giggle. Lifting her head up, she kisses Edgar, finally looking around the room.

“Hey Ed?” her voice holds a hint of amusement and Edgar hums in acknowledgment. “Why does the Christmas tree only have lights?” Rose is trying not to laugh at the tree in the corner of the room.

“Because I didn’t want to decorate it without you,” Edgar explains and Rose smiles back at him. Breaking the hug, she picks up Jayden and holds Kayden’s hand as they approach the tree. Boxes under the tree hold the ornaments, but none of them are actually on the tree.

“It didn’t feel like Christmas with you gone. I have the twins' gifts wrapped, but that was about it” Edgar admits.

“You always do things at the last minute.” Opening the ornaments, she picks them up and hands them to Jayden.

“Want to put it on the tree?” she asks, watching as his finger holds the ornament before he attempts to put the ornament on the tree. Edgar picks up Kayden and does the same thing. A competition is born between the two officers, seeing who can place the better ornaments with the twins. Stepping back when the tree is completed, Rose looks up.

“We are forgetting something very important” She places Jayden down to play and leaves the room without another word, leaving a stumped Edgar. She hurries to her chest in the bedroom, searching for a very specific box.

“Here you are,” Rose lets out a relieved sigh, lifting the delicate box to her chest. Carrying the crest of the Kingsley family, she opens the box to check its contents. Her mother's tree topper, a gold star set with rubies and magic crystals.

“I can’t believe they didn’t put you out sooner.” Speaking more to herself, the woman exits the bedroom, cradling her prize to her chest. Moving through the house, she goes back to the living room.

“Found it, and I am never leaving you in charge of the decorations again” she scolds her husband, noticing him sitting at the desk. He lets out a hum, acknowledging her words, but he seems deep in thought. Assessing the tall tree, Rose looks over at the desk next to the tree and a smile creeps on her face. She walks up to her husband and presses a kiss on his temple.

“Hey Ed, I need to use a corner of your desk for a minute” she calmly states before hopping easily onto the desk, catching the Jack’s attention.

“Rose what on earth are you doing?” Edgar raises his eyebrow at his wife and she lets out a giggle, looking down at him with amusement shining in her crystal blue eyes.

"Wel someone forgot to add the most important decoration to the tree, so now I am trying-" her voice fades in concentration as she teaches up on her tippy toes. A peek of gold and magic crystal shimmers in her hand and Edgar holds onto her leg in worry. Leaning out too far, Rose loses her balance, letting out a squeal as she falls off the desk.

“Easy Jellybean, if you wanted some attention you didn’t need to fall into my arms.” Edgar teases, standing up in time to catch his wife. Rose opens one eye, her arms both holding the tree topper against her chest, a barrier of magic protecting it.

“My knight in shining armor” Rose whispers, pressing a kiss to Edgar's lips as she sets her back on her feet.

“Well please be careful, I don’t need to explain to your brother or Kyle how you got hurt trying to decorate a tree.” Edgar sighs and Rose lets out a soft pout.

“I thought I could do it from the desk.” Turning her eyes on Edgar, she watches his face soften. “Ed, can you lift me up so I can put the star on the tree?” Rose asks, and Edgar nods.

“I’ll hold you up so you can reach the tree. Stand on the desk for a minute” Edgar sheds his officer jacket as Rose stands on the desk. Shifting his weight, he lets Rose sit on his shoulders to reach the top of the tree.

“Almost got it” Still too small to reach the top, Rose's eyes shift into glowing magic crystals as s a small tendril of magic wraps around the topper and situates on the tree. She lets out a giggle as she takes a second ornament from her hand and places it on the tree.

“All set Sweetheart?” Edgar asks, his thumb trailing along her leg and she lets out a content hum. Lowering her carefully back to the ground. The setting sun sets off the magic crystals lights around the tree, and it comes to life. Wrapping an arm around Rose, Edgar looks down at his wife who is watching their twins play.

"I wish I could spend every Christmas Eve like this" He whispers in her ear and Rose turns to him, smiling as she presses a kiss to his lips. Her brain. Reflects on everything they've been through the past year, a warmth flooding her body. The thoughts of the past months are chased away, replaced by the smiles and warmth of being with her family.

“I will always be by your side. We will have so many more little Christmases together."

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Here's is an unamused Chev Christmas kitten as a thank you for reading:

⚠️KEITH HOWELL ROUTE SPOILERS WARNING!⚠️

I noticed something in his story, which made me wonder (I will put it under the cut!):

When he started telling Mc the reason his second personality was born, he thought back to the past. Keep in mind that Keith is many times called a "tree" by the rest of the characters (and even his little bird believes in that).

It was mentioned by Gilbert how he (Keith) lost someone very precious to him before, which shows the importance his little brother (Tio) had in his life.

Now back to the flashback, Keith was running with his little brother through the unknown, scary forest, until he noticed a tree that was hollow, and he hid him there, telling him to not leave. But Tio wanted to protect him as well, knowing the burden Keith carried all this time from the pressure put on him, so when Keith was on the ground and ready for the sword of the enemy to kill him, he felt the weight of his brother, who got killed instead.

This made me think how that the tree truly represented Keith and how he feels about his brother. He was "hollow", but happy he could protect him, and the tree protected Tio inside it. It was as if his life became "full". Yet, the moment Tio left, the tree became hollow again, and it's how Keith feels for the loss of his brother, and his inability to make their promise with each other to come true.

Just a random thing🥲

"Aere Perennius" 🌟

A/N: I have long admired @ana-thedaydreamer and her beautiful artwork. I am so excited to finally be able to share what we have been working on together! Ana, you are a talent beyond measure and I was overjoyed at the chance to collaborate with you, especially on something honoring our favorite vamp 💜Thank you for your hard work, your time, and your support.

"Aere Perennius" is Latin for, "More lasting than bronze"

Leonardo - Holiday Fluff

Word Count: 1221

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There are many things to love about the holiday season, but one tradition that never fails to brighten my spirit like a string of fairy lights in the dark are the Christmas markets. The booths are a feast for the eyes, endless degrees of craftsmanship on display in the form of bright, homemade candles, intricate wooden toys and puzzles, beautiful stained glass decorations, knitted wonders of all shapes and sizes. The smell of mulled wine and hot chocolate mixes with the scent of candied almonds, roasted meat, and gingerbread. Even the crowds are a part of it, the voices calling for small children to stay close, the greetings called across people’s heads to one another, the couples cuddling close together, warm and snug under the twinkling lights.

This is where I am right now, tucked up against Leonardo’s side as I observe the crowds from a cozy corner of the market, right next to the stand that claims it has the best mulled wine in all of Paris (with a recipe straight from Germany, I note with a wry grin). One long arm is wrapped around my waist, holding me close. The other lifts his mug of wine to his lips as he people-watches with me. The woman who runs the stand watches us both, bright-eyed, offering to refill our mugs the moment they are empty. Starting right from the first empty mug, she was so insistent with her benevolent pouring, I decided to keep holding mine close as if there were still something inside but Leonardo….he has been taking her up on her offers, tossing coins whose number grows more and more generous with every refill. 

He’s nearly got a handful of them now when I realize I've been so lost in watching the bustle of the market that I haven’t been keeping track of how long we've been standing there. And how many refills he’s had. It’s too hard to see his face clearly in the shadowy corner we're standing in but there is a laxness to his body, a looseness in his stance that catches my attention. 

Perhaps it's time to get a move on.

“It’s getting late,” I say as I gently extract the empty mug from his hand and set it down on the wooden counter. 

He looks somewhat startled at having to say goodbye what feels to him like so soon but I tug on his arm, leading him away. “Thank you Madame, it was delicious!” he calls back towards the stand. The woman behind the counter looks as sad as he does, waving goodbye despondently, sad little Christmas dishrag in her hand. I steer him through the crowd, toward the end of the market. He is hailed by so many people who know and admire him: the watchmaker lifts a mug of beer in salutation, the music teacher calls his name with a vibrant “Yoo hoo!”, the bookstore owner nods respectfully. He is such a part of the fabric of this community, the brilliant golden thread that runs through it, brightening everything.

The lights and sounds and smells of the market give way to a dark winter sky littered with bright stars and the cool calm of night time. Arm in arm, we walk. His strides are slower than usual, his eyes bright, cheeks tinged pink with wine. We take a turn, strolling down one of the main streets with displays in the windows. When we reach the toy store, he suddenly stops.

“Cara mia….wait a moment…” He stands in front of the window where tiny lights illuminate the various toys: a shiny train set with a big black engine, the porcelain dolls with their curls and big round eyes, tin soldiers marching in a row. But what has his attention is the model hot air balloon hanging from a string, floating above the other toys. He raises one hand, pressing it against the cool glass. “Stupendo,” he sighs, almost longingly. I smile softly as I place a gloved hand on his lower back. It is well-documented how fascinated Leonardo Da Vinci has always been with the idea of man and flight. Notebooks full of his theoretical drawings of various contraptions and machines can be found in museums all over the world.

“It happens, you know. America, 1903. They invent a flying machine that becomes the basis for air travel.” My voice is as soft as the glow of the lights through the window, my eyes on his face as he stares at the toy balloon. 

He doesn’t answer. Instead he pulls his far-away gaze from the shop window and turns his full attention to me. 

A lock of hair falls across his forehead, his cheeks are still tinged pink. He looks young, boyish. Almost vulnerable. The mask of the cool, eternal vampire sloughed off with every sip and now all I see in the warm light is a man whose expression is filled to the brim with tenderness. He reaches out, his soft leather glove brushing the skin of my cheek.

“Who needs to dream of the sky,” he murmurs in a voice as soft as the silver starlight overhead, “when I can look at you and see the face of heaven?”

It seems the wine, the starlight, the remembrance of dreams has brought out the poet in the man I love. His words fill my heart, lifting it like heat does a hot air balloon. Now my cheeks are flushed and it has nothing to do with any drink. 

I drop my gaze, a sudden shyness overwhelming me until he catches my chin between his fingers, tilting my face back up. I thought the lights in the window or the stars in the sky were luminous. They pale in comparison to the radiance of his golden eyes.

“C’mere,” he whispers, his free arm pulling me toward him, holding my chin as he lowers his mouth to mine. I can taste the echoing flavors of the mulled wine, the cinnamon and nutmeg and cloves as well as the faintest whisper of smoke from his cigarillos. Here in his arms, there is only the present. His dreams in the past, the uncertainty of the future fade with every movement of his lips, every sigh, every touch. If I have learned anything from loving this man, it is the need to live in the right here, right now. Even this moment, an embrace under a dazzling winter sky on an empty Parisian street will end. And somewhere in the future, there will be airplanes. And rockets. And the eternal vampire will experience it all. 

Without me.

But I believe it is moments like this one, as I wrap my arms around his shoulders and return his kiss with all the love in the world, that will capture a hallowed place in his eternity and light his heart when shadows dare creep near.

The kiss comes to an end, yet he does not move away. Maybe he’s dizzy with wine and needs to be still for a moment. Maybe he does not want to lose the closeness we share. Either way, he doesn’t step back but instead presses his forehead against mine, eyes closed.

“I love you.”

I breathe out, a hand stroking the back of his neck. 

“I love you too, Leonardo. Always.”

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