A/N: Happy Birthday, dear @queengiuliettafirstlady !! This is my gift for you, a person who not only happens to share a birthday with her ikepri best boy, but also is just as big of a sunshine as him. I’ve already sent all my wishes to you, but I want to tell you once again that you’re one of the nicest, strongest, most loving, most creative people I know - I LOVE YOU JULIE!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!! ❤❤❤
luke randolph x reader (who shares the same bday as him)
rating:G
tags: Surprise Birthday Party, Birthday cakes, fluff, humor, featuring also Leon, Yves, Jin as well as the other princes!
It’s a new day in Rhodolite and you welcome it with a lazy yawn, stretching out the luxurious 9 hours of sleep from your well-rested muscles. You snuggle closer to your boyfriend Luke, caressing him gently in order to wake him up.
You’ve been told by Leon to go into the garden first thing in the morning today… Well, judging from the position of the sun which is seeping in warm rays through the window’s curtains, it’s a little before noon already. But, you’re sure the ever-so-thoughtful Leon has already taken Luke’s laziness into consideration. And, just because it is highly contagious, your own as well.
The mass of entangled sheets and amber hair locks produces a deep bear-like rumble. Instead of disturbing the slumber of a beast, you feel like you’re merely teasing a cute napping bear cub, so you continue.
Luke opens his gentle green eyes at last, droopy and heavy with sleep, and eyes you with the cutest pout on his lips. You can’t see how his expression changes when he shoves you close to his chest in a cuddle, but you’re guessing that pout is fast to melt away to a content, lazy smile.
Only for the pout to return anew when you remind him that you two have to get out of bed and get ready.
After helping each other get dressed and nearly dozing off a couple of times in the meanwhile, you and Luke are entering the sunny garden at last. Leon has instructed you to head towards the resting area with the sofas, so that’s exactly in which direction you tug Luke by the hand. Seeing the bright smile on your face as you walk by his side, he is hardly able to complain about being dragged into everything as long as it includes you.
The idle conversation you have with him soon gets forgotten because of the sight in front of you. You blink in confusion, and from the corner of your eye you catch Luke being equally as puzzled.
The resting area in the garden has been transformed into some kind of party venue - colorful garlands hanging from the surrounding tall rosebush-lined fences, tables with food and drinks placed around….and, a mini-crowd. A mini crowd of princes.
Leon is first to notice you approaching and claps his hands with a smirk on his face. Amidst the sudden chaos you failed to notice the two chairs-no, thrones?!- situated right in the middle. Until Leon drags you to them, and respectively, Luke gets dragged as well.
He prompts you to take a seat on the makeshift thrones and as he does, the mini-crowd starts singing the familiar lines of Happy Birthday to You, Happy Birthday to You!
You gasp in realization and turn your head to Luke, who is gasping as well. When it sinks that it is, indeed, your birthday today, which means it is Luke’s birthday, too - you stand up from your throne to throw your arms around your boyfriend. Under the sounds of the cheerful tune, Luke’s excitement gets the best of him and he gives you a quick kiss on the lips - which earns a round of applause to finish the song with, along with a whistle that you recognize as Jin’s.
Yves barely waits for the song to finish until he adapts that painfully familiar but always funny expression of utter shock on his beautiful features.
“Both of them? THEY BOTH FORGOT?!”
Jin pats Yves’ shoulder soothingly through laughter. “That’s what we are for, isn’t that right?”
Your gaze is shifting from one person to another, still fairly surprised.
“Would anyone explain what is happening here? Why are we sitting in this?”
While you’re busy asking, Clavis has snuck behind you and you only catch a glimpse of what looks like a paper crown being lifted and then placed on your head, Luke receiving the same treatment in another second. Leon is quick to answer, rolling his shoulders at you like it’s obvious.
“Just preparing you two for the life of Rhodolite’s King and Queen. The celebrations are going to be much more lavish that that, you know.”
Similar to your initial reaction before, this time you and Luke sigh in unison. Is this really necessary? With the coronation ceremony being just behind the corner, there are already enough reminders of the busy times that are ahead of you. Luke reads the good intentions behind Leon’s humorous explanation, and smiles.
“Maybe we can get away with much less hassle… if I’m a King I should be able to change the rules-”
“Luke, no.”
Everyone laughs at Licht’s sudden concern expressed in a flat voice. Jin finishes off where Leon started while helping himself to a drink from the table.
“We figured you two would prefer a celebration held in a more narrow circle. A quick talk with Sariel and he let us prepare this for you.” Seeing that you’re just on the verge of exploding in gratitude, Jin raises his hand to tell you to hold on.
“If I were on you, I wouldn’t hurry with the thank-you’s before I’ve seen it all. Service, please!”
Despite Yves’ obvious displeasure about being bossed around, upon Jin’s signal he pushes a food cart into view. On top of it is one of the most beautiful pastries Yves has created so far - and you’re definitely not exaggerating because of the sudden realization of what exactly it is. It’s a two-tier cake - not just a cake, a honey cake, the best cake flavor known to humankind, at least according to you and the man sitting next to you. Somewhere between the fascination of the mouthwatering aroma and the cute little edible bumblebees on top, you don’t know just when did you get up from your seat to give Yves a big hug, not letting him finish the verbal presentation of the cake. Soon, the weight of Luke is on Yves’ shoulders as well, sending the poor fifth prince through a whirlwind of emotions, his ego being stroked but his cheeks turning pink with all the attention.
Behind your back, you can hear the bunch throwing a fit about Yves taking all the love and gratitude for himself… though, they should’ve seen it coming when honey is mentioned in front of the royal couple.
Feeding Luke cake is a delight to your heart. And Luke feeding you cake in return is equally as such, as it is a delight to your belly. Even if it’s a little embarrassing in front of the guys, you feel comfortable in Luke’s presence as it almost feels like it’s only the two of you when he looks into your eyes like that - the rest of the world is quick to blur away. The party seems to be just beginning, because music comes to your ears and an invitation for dance is quick to come - from none other than Leon. You turn to your boyfriend to ask if it’s alright, and he mutters something among the lines, “you’re lucky that I’m still busy with the cake.” But that’s only for show, you figure, because he leans in close to your ear to whisper something.
“I want you only for myself later…”
Cheeks starting to burn on an instant, you stare at him for cues - is this about dancing? Or is he trying to say something else…?
Your boyfriend is only giving you his most adorable expression, fork in his mouth, as he prompts you to go.
Leon’s gentlemanly lead clears off your mind just a little, and Jin whisking you away right out of his grasp for another dance is putting laughter in your mouth. Having fun from the bottom of your heart, the only reason that you’d ever want this party to have an end could possibly be in order to be alone with Luke again. To slow dance in some more private part of the garden, when the sun drops low and the soft candlelight is all around you, or even later on, when smiling faces bid you goodnight and Luke takes you by the hand, leaving the garden in the same fashion as you came there.
Or, even later than that, much later, when you’re done fighting the nervousness and the excitement, and you present your gift to Luke, revealing that truly, you’ve remembered what day it is all along. And maybe the curious little you who had accidentally found his own gift for you a few weeks prior but kept quiet, would manage not to cry out of happiness a second time. The tightening of your belly on the thought of all those strong emotions that your boyfriend, soon-to-be-husband evokes in you, makes you question how such happiness is possible. For now, you decide to breathe in deeply, and let your heart be light as you enjoy yourself to your heart’s content today.
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Hello! I have been tossing around the idea of hosting an IkePri gift exchange and wanted to see how many out there would be interested in participating.
Detailed information to come, but here’s the basics:
Open to fanart and fanfic (500 words or more).
Signups would be until June 30.
You would receive your giftee information around July 10.
Requirement to post your gift on Tumblr on August 30.
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If you are interested or have any questions, please reply to this post or let me know via DM.
F: Fight- Woule they be easy to forgive their S/O? How are they fighting?
Gilbert has made it clear many time that he doesn’t like it when people aren’t being truthful to him, and there have been times where he caught a few lies passing your lips. Yet, after being in a relationship with you, he noticed how all these were the so called “white lies”. He is forgiving towards you, but nothing goes without punishment, so at the end, you are either asked to do various things until you miss him, or you get to try Clavis’ food before he does (he makes sure that it’s at least safe). Gilbert, in your fights, uses his wit as weapon, knowing that words hurt more. He points out the lies hidden in the truths and manipulates you to spill everything.
K: Kiss- Are they a good kisser? What was the first kiss like?
Gilbert is amazing at flirting and kidding, which didn’t take long for you to find out. His lips might be chapped and cold, but all the kisses shared between you two are passionate. Your first kiss felt dangerous, forbidden even, slightly igniting a fire in you that couldn’t be put down. After all, he is the well-known enemy, although your feelings can’t be hidden forever. The kiss itself quickly turns delicate and sweet.
L: Love confession- How would they confess to their S/O?
He would confess to you after everything has been taken care of. Obsidian at that moment will be able to stand up again, other than seeking war with neighboring countries. It will be more peaceful and you’ll suddenly see him in your room in the castle at night, laughing at your stunned/scared face. He will tell you or show you how he feels, while waiting for your answer.
X: XOXO- Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?
The ruthless 1st prince of Obsidian, the “Beast of the Beasts”, as he is called by many, is so affectionate that it makes you cover your face in shyness/embarrassment. He is the person who would hug you from behind and kiss all over your head and neck, even in front of the others.
“Fufu, I can now brag to the other princes” He would answer to your questioning look with a small, refreshing laugh.
Cuddles and kisses from you are his favorite past time, while you are both under the covers of his bed. He’ll wrap his arms around your middle, as you talk about your favourite books together.
L: Love confession- How would they confess to their S/O?
Silvio isn’t afraid to show his interest in you, the person that everyone in Rhodolite’s castle is gossiping about and the one who lifted Gilbert’s interest on day one. So, after getting to know you, putting the past aside and finally overcoming a few things that kept him chained at it, he confesses his feelings for you in a way that you both like. If you don’t like flashy things, he’ll try to minimize it, but they will still be there. If you enjoy a quiet place more, he’ll take you by the sea and let the gentle sounds of the waves calm you down (as well as his nerves), and he’ll speak, hoping that you’ll accept (he is confident enough, but your answer is what matters).
J: Jealousy- Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?
Silvio is very possessive by nature, so it’s easy to get him jealous. If you catch him on one of these moments, he’ll click his tongue in a very arrogant way and deny it, with a noticeable blush covering his cheeks, before he roughly pulls you closer, making you cling on him. The only way he can deal with it is spending time with you, until you “make up again”. He’ll ask you to “wag your tail” at him and “listen obediently from now on”.
Y: Yearning- How will they cope when they’re missing their partner?
Silvio dislikes being alone and you’ve caught him many times with a frowning face, asking you to not leave him. But if you have to leave for an important reason, he’ll try distracting himself by completely giving himself to his business work, since money is important too.
O: On Cloud Nine- What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?
Everyone can easily spot the lovestrucked prince, who spends most of his time with you. He usually blushes when you point out little details on him that show ‘clumsiness’ and you find it very endearing. Silvio knows when to be affectionate and when to focus on his work, but you are never left yearning for him for long. And you can feel it in his touches, that are somehow more gentle and genuine than before. He gets teased by Gilbert all the time, so you might find Obsidian’s first prince giggling and your lover glaring and yelling at him.
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Based on my observations, this woman is highly sensitive(all of them are), Dirty thoughts. If someone touch her in the cheek, she would think they’re romantizing her.
2. Emma/Belle from IkePri
–most likely the one to get her hopes up
3. Yoshino from IkeGen
–Honestly, i would think the same as her if half of the guys are flirting with me.
4. MC with no name from Ikevamp
–She called Comte “Daddy” without stuttering.
DIS WOMAN FIGHTS BACK. SHE A BAD BITCH YOU CAN’T SEDUCE HER.
this has been bouncing around in my head all night i just gotta write it down
how the ikepri boys react when u catch them from falling;
Yves Kloss;
you’re casual acquaintances. technically he’s your employer as you’re one of the maids in the palace but he never really treats you that way (which you appreciate)
you’re extremely competent in your work. you always manage to have the right things at the right time, and your sense of duty is almost frightening. somehow, somewhere, you always know what is need and when precisely that is.
one afternoon Yves is climbing up the steps to the palace. his mind is elsewhere, and he accidentally misses one of them, throwing him off-balance and plummeting backwards
he curses under his breath at his own thoughtlessness. a prince falling down his own stairs?! he closes his eyes in anticipation for the impact but in its place he feels softness, as a pair of capable arms envelop him and hold him steady
“Master Yves, are you alright?” comes your ever-pleasant voice. once again you have mysteriously appeared to save the day, thank the gods for you!
but when he looks up at you it’s like he’s seeing you for the first time. your beauty stuns him silent, the setting sun is positioned perfectly behind your head giving you the appearance of a halo. you look worriedly at him, and his gaze is drawn to your intense eyes then down to your beautiful lips
he doesn’t hear you when you try to talk to him again, instead all he can hear is violins and flutes in his mind playing a romantic ballad. has he perhaps gone mad due to his near-death experience? or did he actually die and get transported to heaven?
eventually he shakes himself out of his reverie. he becomes painfully aware of his rapid heart rate and his blushing cheeks
“I-I’m fine, thank you Miss [Name]!” he almost yells as he gets to his feet. “I meant to do that anyway!”
“You meant to fall?” you lightly tease, a playful smile tugging at your lips. his heart pounds painfully. “Sorry, Master Yves. Next time I shall endeavour to let you tumble down the steps.”
“Good!” he huffs as he turns his back to you, speed walking up the rest of the stairs. “That is all! Back to your duties, if you please!”
he doesn’t see the nod you give him, he’s far too busy trying to run away from the situation. he meant to do that? how embarrassing! why did he say that?! and why was he getting so worked up about you holding him like that? it was like he was a princess in a romance novel!
he’s not a princess, damn it! he’s a prince! and a powerful one, too!
as much as he tries to rationalise his feelings away, poor Yves finds himself plagued with repetitive dreams of being a damsel in distress and you his valiant knight that comes to the rescue every time. perhaps it is more accurate to the truth than he cares to admit.
Nokto Klein;
you’re the bodyguard/valet of a powerful merchant lord. while you were born in the slums as a peasant, through your diligence and strength you worked your way up in the world.
Nokto often sees you at parties, your boss is a man who always wants to know everything and suffers from severe FOMO, so he attends as many soirées and events as he possibly can. you, being his most trusted companion, always accompany him.
seeing an armed and armoured woman at a party is deeply amusing to him, so he sometimes found himself drifting over to you to try and tease you.
it never works. you’re a master of keeping a stoic face, and you can hold your liquor better than most drunkards, so you pose a big challenge for him.
that’s fine though, he’s not a quitter when it comes to bedding beautiful women— he always gets what he wants. honestly, if he could just get you to smile, or look something other than vaguely pissed, he’d count that as a success.
he challenged you to a drinking contest, since your pride is well-known throughout Rhodolite, and much to his delight you agreed.
by the time he realised he stood no chance against you, he was too drunk to care.
“[Name], my dear, it seems we’ll need to continue this elsewhere. Somewhere more… private, perhaps?” Nokto was still surprisingly smooth despite having drunk enough to down an ox. he lingers far too closely to you, just an inch away from kissing your ear.
it would fluster a lesser person. but you’re unfazed. you eye him neutrally. “Yes. You seem in dire need of a nap, Prince Nokto.”
he casually waves you off as he begins to walk away. “Nonsense. You’ll find it takes more than a few drinks to—“
he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as his legs surreptitiously decide to give out and he trips. he hears you call out to him before you catch him in your arms.
instinctively he rests his hands on your biceps. they’re quite… hard, aren’t they? his eyes widen in shock as he realises what’s just happened, and perhaps it’s the drink influencing him but he could’ve sworn his heart just skipped a beat.
he composes himself quickly and his shocked expression melts into a lecherous smirk. “Oh my, how gallant. You’ll make me blush if you keep holding me like this, [Name].”
the last thing he remembers is a small smile on your face. then, he wakes up in his room with a pounding headache and an uncharacteristically empty bed.
as the memories slowly return to him about what happened that night (you had helped him into a carriage and the servants took him to bed) he finds himself extremely disappointed that he failed to bag you yet again.
“Ah well,” he says to no one in particular, “next time.”
at least he got you to smile.
Clavis Lelouch;
you’re a bartender and a semi-close associate of Jin’s. while you’ve never expressed interest in becoming one of his partners, you’ve been his wingwoman on more than one occasion.
Clavis likes to stir trouble more than he likes to sleep around, but he always enjoys a good glass of scotch and a conversation with his dear half-brother Jin. your establishment is one of his regular hunting grounds (or did he say watering grounds? he can’t remember) so tonight he invited Clavis along for the ride
Jin took his regular spot at the bar and Clavis took the seat next to him. when you asked Jin about the new face, he introduced you two, and to say Clavis was intrigued by your good looks would be an understatement
for a time the three of you were locked into conversation, though you’d occasionally dip out to serve another customer, and Clavis was starting to see why his brother liked this place so much… although maybe for different reasons
he was so absorbed in shooting the shit with you that he didn’t notice when Jin (so rudely!) abandoned him for a small group of women.
it didn’t bother him too much though, he was having plenty of fun getting to know a kindred spirit like you
you talked, and talked, and talkedand Clavis understood why you were a bartender. a big part of the job is chatting to the customers, and you did a damn good job of keeping a conversation going
when he finished his fourth glass of scotch and his head was starting to swim, he figured he’d had enough for the night
“Well, [Name], thank you for keeping me company after my dastardly brother deserted me, but I should be going back now,” he said with a pleasant grin on his face.
“Back to that big fancy palace of yours, huh? Must be nice… all I’ve got waiting for me is an overpriced shoe-box and shitty neighbours.”
Clavis chuckles. “Is this your way of trying to get me to invite you over, bartender?”
he half-expects you to get flustered, instead you smirk. “You’re cute, I’ll give you that. But I don’t think you can handle me. Maybe ask me again in a few more years, sweet thing.”
sweet thing. the way the nickname so effortlessly comes from your mouth is enough to make him do a double-take. should he be offended by it? is it normal that instead he feels flattered… maybe even a little bit giddy?
it takes him a second longer than usual to formulate a reply, but before he can he’s wrenched from his thoughts by a drunken patron shouldering past him.
he expects to unceremoniously collide with the floor but instead he finds himself cradled in your arms. your breasts are in his face but you’re too busy scolding the other man to notice.
all Clavis can do is focus on your chest. your soft… exquisite chest… are all tits as sexy as yours? he can see why Jin is so obsessed with women if so.
you pull back and he’s met with the almost-as-attractive image of your face as you check over him.
“You okay? He didn’t wrinkle your clothes did he, sweet thing?”
that nickname again. damn it, first you shove your tits in his face and now you’re calling him that. there’s only so much a man can take!
he shoves the feelings down and dons his usual facade. “Oh, I’ll need a maid to iron them out but I’ll live. Barely.”
you laugh and help him to his feet. you say your goodbyes and he returns to the palace, but when he finds Jin the next day he asks to accompany him the next time he decides to visit your bar
Leon Dompteur;
you are an established noblewoman who took over your father’s house and increased its wealth and standing tenfold. you’re known as a charming, philanthropic individual and are quite well-loved among nobles and commoners alike.
you’re holding a charity event and invited Leon to attend, which of course he accepted. it wasn’t really the scene his brothers tended to frequent, so he went it alone.
he even arrived early to help you set up! what a doll!
you’d put together confectionary stalls, games, and musical performances where a chunk of the profits would go towards building a new orphanage.
Leon was surrounded by a small gaggle of kids that seemed to worship the ground he walked on, and he very patiently answered each and every one of their endless questions.
“Mister Leon, Mister Leon!” a girl no more than the age of nine calls out. “My momma said that you and lady [Name] make a cute couple! Are you her wife?”
Leon jolts back and laughs nervously. people seem to like the idea of you and him becoming a couple, since you’re both gorgeous, charismatic, and selfless, but it’s not often that he’s confronted with it so directly.
“No, no, Lady [Name] and I are just friends,” he tells her, much to the children’s disappointment. “What’s more, I’m a man, so if I was married I would be the husband.”
“Huh? Why can’t men be a wife?” a boy complains. “That’s not fair!”
you’ve been drifting over to the group since you heard the sound of your name, and much to your amusement Leon is trying (and failing) to explain to kids how gender roles work.
as you get close another boy tugs at your clothes to grab your attention. “Miss [Name], why can’t boys be wifes? My daddy said wifes are good and nice and I want to be good and nice! Why is Leon not your wife Miss [Name]?”
“Those are good questions, kiddo!” you say, and to Leon’s dismay you look up at him with a grin. “Why can’t boys be wives, Leon? Are you saying you wouldn’t like to be my wife?”
the children all agree with you and continue to pester Leon, and he finds it hard to fight the rising blush on his face. desperate for a way out, he spots an older woman struggling to carry a crate of goods and excuses himself.
“Ma’am, would you like some help with that?” he asks, eager to be anywhere but here.
she smiles at him gratefully. “Oh yes please Your Majesty, that would be a great help!”
he picks up the crate with ease, but the sound of pestering little kids picks up behind him and an unexpected weight latches onto his leg.
he tips, and he tries to angle his body so it won’t land on the (assumed) child but it’s of ill use. all he can do is shout “Watch out!” as he prepares to crash, instinctively squeezing his eyes shut.
but there is no crash. he doesn’t collide with the cobblestone, and there is no deafening sound of wood clattering on the ground. he opens his eyes to see you leaning over him.
one of your arms is wrapped around his shoulders, the other is holding the crate above both your heads. if he wasn’t flustered before he sure is now.
“Prince Leon, are you hurt?” you ask. “I’m so sorry, that was my fault. I got the kids all stirred up then they ran off before I could catch them!”
his amber eyes are locked on yours. he can’t tear them away, even for a second. it’s like no one else exists except you and him. “It’s… okay…” he says finally. “I’m fine. Thank you, Lady [Name]. I’m sorry, I wasn’t watching what I was doing.”
you shake your head and let the crate down before hauling him up. “Not at all. Kids can be a handful.”
he sheepishly scratches the back of his neck. “Yeah.”
he grabs the crate once again and this time, carefully watches his steps as he carries it off. as the children watch him walk away, one of them mumbles to another, “He’s definitely her wife.”
Chevalier Michel;
you’re a soldier in Chevalier’s command, and in fact you are one of the best. that you’re a woman never mattered in his eyes, you were worth a dozen regular soldiers and he has always treated you as an equal.
he likes to run training camps to simulate real war conditions even during times of peace. you never know when someone (*cough* Obsidian) might strike, so it’s good to always be prepared
he emerges from his tent to watch over the troops sparring with each other. if he finds a weakness in their stance, he’ll bark at them to correct it. his demeanour is icy and strict, but he always knows what needs to be done so his judgement is rarely questioned.
you have finished your training for the day (immaculate as always. he never seems to find a fault with you nowadays, much to the chagrin of your fellow soldiers) and you’re busying yourself by running errands
you’re the only woman in Chevalier’s troops, and while women soldiers definitely exist, not many of them (or anyone, really) can handle being under the draconian command of a genius
at first when the men harassed you, Chevalier would make a show of telling them the dangers of underestimating someone. he didn’t need to do that for long though, because they soon learned that lesson directly from you.
he makes eye contact with the back of your head as he sees you tending to the horses, and remembers a battle tactic he wanted to go through with you. he makes a beeline for you, but halfway there he hears a yell and a rope snapping. you instantly turn towards the direction of the noise
one of the soldiers had startled a horse bad enough that it broke free and tried to run through the camp— it had happened fast enough that Chevalier had little time to react
he managed to get out of trampling range, but the wind is knocked out of him and he fumbles for balance
“Prince Chevalier!” he hears, though he’s not sure from who. probably multiple troops who are shitting their britches at the prospect of angering him.
he tries to break his fall, but instead he’s caught. the shocked gasps of his men and the struggles of the horse getting reined in hit his ears, but all he can focus on is the woman whose arms he lies in.
one of your hands is firmly gripping the dip in his waist and the other cups his head. “That was a close one!” you exclaim. “The ground is pretty much frozen this time of year, if you hit that you could’ve gotten a concussion!”
he blinks up at you. why does this feel so… weirdly comfortable? he chooses not to linger on it. “You’re right. I appreciate your quick timing, [Name].”
he gets up and dusts himself off, trying to ignore the unpleasant absence of your warmth. he turns around and glares at the camp. “Now… who was the one stupid enough to scare the horse?”
Why ___ and I wouldn’t work out: Ikemen Prince Edition.
Spoilers for Ikemen Prince. (Especially Clavis)
Other than the fact that I’m not nobility.
Jin Grandet:
He just ain’t my cup of tea.
I’m insecure enough as it is without his… Interests… in women
I don’t like to drink, I don’t know if he’d care all that much, but still.
Chevalier Michel:
I’m mean enough to myself thank you very much.
I’m too emotionally fragile for all that.
I actually can be kinda stupid sometimes…
I’d probably tick him off too much.
I never shut up.
I crave affection. He’s not very affectionate. Giving it sparingly even when in a relationship.
I’d be too busy falling in love with Clavis to spend much time falling in love with Chevy.
I can’t pronounce his name correctly
Whenever he insults me I’d probably insult him back and then I’d be impaled.
I think he’s extremely intelligent and I respect him a lot, but I also think some of his views are stupid… And knowing me I’d probably end up saying that to him.
We’d probably butt heads too much (If he doesn’t just ignore/stab me)
Basically he’d straight up find me annoying and I’d probably enjoy annoying him anyway.
Clavis Lelouch:
We’re both way too insecure.
I say stupid stuff impulsively.
We both have trust issues.
I would take his joking/teasing comments seriously (and would feel hurt.)
I’m very nosey.
I’m easily discouraged.
I’d try too hard to be cool around him and would make a fool of myself.
I overthink everything and often think things are my fault, so I would assume he dislikes me all the time.
He works too hard and I’m too lazy.
Either way, we both don’t really take care of ourselves that well.
I don’t really agree with him about Chev, so we’d probably have to avoid that topic entirely.
I’m not a necessarily a morning person, and I stay up late.
Leon Dompteur:
I would find him intimidating, but like in a “I think you’re amazing, so I’m gonna keep my distance from you because you’re kinda overwhelmingly dazzling” kind of way.
I wouldn’t trust his kindness.
He’s a people person and an extravert. I like people, but not a lot at once and I get tired of socializing after a bit.
I’d compare myself to him and others all the time.
Yves Kloss.
I have a feeling he and I wouldn’t really get along.
I don’t dislike him, but I just have a hunch that I’d get on his nerves and/or vice versa
I would immediately take his haughtiness as a challenge.
I’d probably take every little comment personally.
I would enjoy messing with him as well.
I wouldn’t necessarily want to be in conflict with him, but we wouldn’t have a very peaceable relationship.
We’re both too much like a cat.
Licht Klein:
Ummm yeah.
We’re way to similar for that to be a completely healthy relationship.
I related to him a bit too much during his route.
Also, if he tries to push me away, it wouldn’t fully work… But also it would.
If he said he hated me, I wouldn’t really doubt him.
I’d find his view of himself ridiculous and try to fight his reasoning with logic.(and be a complete hypocrite in doing so.)
I’d get too angry on his behalf and would probably get in way to many fights with people who mess with him/slander him.
I’d think I wasn’t good enough for him.
Anyway, my issues come from a completely different source than his. But we’re still similar enough that it could be tough getting through to each other.
Nokto Klein:
Just not interested in that way.
He would make me uneasy.
Yet another I would probably butt heads with.
Luke Randolf:
Honestly, I can most realistically see myself dating him.
Except I think I’d like him more as a friend.
He just seems like a nice guy friend.
I don’t know as much about him yet, but I’d be a mess no matter who I dated so there’s that.
@themysticalbeing , and some Sariel! Whew, he has less CGs than I thought, and none seem to fit the lighter aesthetic quite well, haha.
Also, I realised that this doesn’t look quite as dark as I intended it to on mobile - cursed be the differences between screens :’’) So… I slapped some filter on it to keep it a biit darker, just in case it was too bright as it is on mobile for me. Second version below the cut!
