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randonauticrap · 2 years ago

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🥰 ~ with Clavis Lelouch (Christmas Twist!)

Part of the Kiss, Hug, or Cuddle? event

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Pairing ~ Clavis Lelouch x Reader

Word Count ~ 1938

Author's Note ~ I have no idea what happened, but I got sooo carried away with this one. Thank you for the request, Mary Ellen (@rhodolitesrose)! It was a joy to write, and I hope you enjoy it!

Christmas twist: keeping each other warm

You much preferred your room; quiet, peaceful, and beautiful. The window sill in your room at the palace was big enough for you to sit in, perched on the precipice between the inside and outside worlds, with only a thin veil of glass separating you. Sometimes, like in the current winter chill, you breached the wall of glass and pushed one side open, letting the crisp breeze of the night air reach your legs under the blanket. It was snowing, everything was frozen, even you. But that didn’t stop you from letting the fine, ephemeral flakes swirl into your bedroom before hitting your blanket; the carpet; the bed; and sticking, then slowly melting into nonexistence. Snow was a beauty you didn’t get to see often, and if getting to see its beauty up close meant freezing your limbs, so be it.

A soft knock at your door pulled you from your reverence and you padded, sock-footed, over to the door and opened it to reveal a certain plum-haired prince in your doorway. “Good evening, Clavis.” you gathered him in your gaze, searching for any obvious clues as to why he had arrived here like a lost puppy at some poor unwitting woman’s doorstep.

“I couldn’t help but notice, my lady, that you have your window open despite it being unbearably cold outside.” Mischief glinted in his eyes and you stepped back involuntarily.

“I do, yes.” you replied hesitantly. “Were you watching me from the garden?”

“Mhm,” he hummed, taking the space between you as a sudden invitation to cross the threshold, and strolled over to said open window. “But what’s the point if you can’t sprawl out in it, am I right? Tsk tsk.” he chided, the ghost of a smile haunting the faux disappointment on his face.

Whereas normally yours and Clavis’s ideas of fun were vastly different, you couldn’t help but agree with him here, and let out a soft sigh. “Sariel would kill me. It’d be too easy for me to get sick and fall behind in my studies.”

“Well then, little kitten.” Clavis turned abruptly to face you. “Isn’t it just perfect that Sariel isn’t here right now?”

“You know he has eyes everywhere, Clavis.” you admonished.

The 3rd Prince’s grin widened into that Cheshire smile you were so used to seeing blooming on his lips. “Not in the places I know about. Come on! We’re gonna have some fun tonight, and Mr. Grumpypants will be none the wiser.” Before you could even consider disagreeing, your hand was folded in Clavis’s and he was tugging you out the door.

You should have been rolling your eyes; you should have been concerned about what Clavis was up to; you should have missed the novel you had left discarded on your window sill. But all you could think about, as a blush crawled its way up your neck and face, is how soft Clavis’s hand felt as he laced his fingers with yours, and how your heart lurched at the idea of him letting go.

Squeezing through a cabinet in the kitchens, down back stairs that had no flames to light their descent, through a small alleyway between two of the palace towers, and down into the courtyard below, Clavis led you, taking care to keep you upright and unharmed. “It would ruin the fun if we had a blood trail,” he had said, but a small piece of you hoped he simply wanted to keep you from getting hurt. You yelped in surprise when he lifted you off your feet and settled you into his arms, bridle-style.

“Shhh!” he chuckled softly. “Don’t wake the guards. The Devil will really have our heads then!” he was chastising you, but there was mirth in his gaze, and you tucked your head in his neck to keep from giggling foolishly.

“So why are you carrying me?” you whispered into the warm skin of his neck.

“This way, there’s only one set of footsteps leading out of the castle, not two. No incriminating evidence of you disobeying orders, milady. Just me.” you could feel his triumphant grin without even looking at him, and snuggled closer to his chest.

“And you’re okay with that?” you whispered again.

“Of course!” he replied under his breath. “I am an expert at evading the Devil’s wrath.”

“And what of your secret passageway? It’s practically ruined now.” you murmured, almost feeling guilty at the absurd notion.

“I have plenty.” came his simple reply, and your guilt vanished instantaneously. Of course he did. After several moments where you heard nothing but the crunch of Clavis’s shoes in the snow and the consistent beat of his heart against your ear, you reached a secluded part of the garden that he had shown you once before, in the spring. The wrought iron gate was decorated in a collection of icy flakes, making it sparkle and shimmer in the pale moonlight. Even in the winter, this tiny corner was ripped straight from the pages of a fairytale. You had every intention of walking in yourself, but Clavis made no moves to put you down as he fiddled with the key in the lock to the gate, merely shifting you so he could hold you with one arm instead of two.

Your giggle finally escaped your lips and you clapped your hands over your mouth, until you looked down at Clavis, who had ceased in his war with the gate and was gazing up at you with- no, it couldn’t be, could it? Your hands lowered from your face absentmindedly, gravity returning them to where they belonged. Clavis’s smile was no longer that of an unruly wildcat, but of an arduous lover, and suddenly this rendezvous felt forbidden in a different way entirely. A clank beside you pulled his gaze from you at last, and he cast his eyes down at the lock that had haplessly fallen from the gate. “Shoddy piece of rubbish,” he mused, shaking his head.

A moment later he had whisked you inside and closed the gate behind you, setting you down with a distinct crunch as your sock feet collided with the wet snow. “Ah!” you yelped at the stinging cold and hopped over to the bench in the center of the alcove, brushing the mound of snow away and sitting down, much preferring your rear to freeze than your feet. Clavis laughed, trudging over to you.

“What a show you always give me,” he muttered, a tender smile on his face as he pulled a pair of slippers from his coat.

“How did you-?” you muttered.

“I wasn’t planning on letting you say no.” he grinned up at you as he bent in front of you and took your foot into his hand, eliciting a surprised gasp from you. Winking, he slipped the shoes onto your feet and shrugged off his cloak, wrapping it around your shoulders instead and tying it at the base of your throat. It was warm, and smelled like him: lavender with a hint of cinnamon that drew you to close your eyes and absorb it without any other sensory distraction. When you opened your eyes, he was leveling you with that look again; the look that stoked a fire inside of you, hot enough to burn away the remnants of the chill.

“Clavis-”

“How do you like the snow?” His sudden and sharp change of pace threw you out of orbit and you sputtered for a moment, unsure of what to say.

“I- uhm, it’s beautiful. Thank you for bringing me out here.” you replied, at last forming a coherent sentence.

“Good, I’m glad you like it.” he turned away from you, as though he were admiring something within the bushes, then he bent low like he was examining something.

“Clavis, what are you- ah!” you screeched as a splat of something distinctly cold and wet hit your cheek. Upon recovery, you realized that Clavis had flung a snowball at you, and was now grinning cheekily at you from where he stood. Once the shock wore off, you began to laugh; an unruly, unfettered laugh that very well could have carried on the wind to the palace guards. But you couldn’t find it in yourself to care, because you were already picking up a snowball of your own to hurl back at the 3rd Prince, who livened up immediately once he was sure the game was on.

Snow was volleyed back and forth, defensive walls were made, and laughs exchanged. The snow had long since ceased its descent from the sky by the time the white flag was raised, and you were a mess of wet snow and incessant giggles. You met Clavis in the middle of the alcove and shook his hand in mutual surrender, then the prince burst into laughter too. “Alright, let’s get you inside before you catch your death - or I catch mine.” he said with a more serious tone. You nodded, remembering his weak constitution, and let him lead you back to the gate. But before he exited, he turned, holding his arms out. “No evidence, remember?” he smirked and you tittered, nodding. He hoisted you into his arms once more and you laid your head against his chest without even thinking. You heard his melodic chuckle above you and you realized what you had done. Despite the fact that your cheeks were burning, and not from the cold, you didn’t move. You laid against him willingly the whole way back to the castle, snuggling as close to his damp skin as his clothes would allow.

Once you were back at the door to your room, he made a little mockish bow. “Milady,” he said curtly and turned to leave. But your hand shot out without warning even you, and your fingers curled around his bicep. He turned to look at you, surprise written in his shadow-cast features.

“Do- do you want to warm up?” you asked sheepishly. “I can light the fire in here. It gets warm pretty fast.” A beat of silence. Two. Perhaps you were mistaken? Perhaps the heat between you was yours alone. You loosened your grip on his arm and pulled your own back to your body, subconsciously curling into yourself. “I apologize. I crossed a line. Goodnight Pr-” but before you could even finish the word, he had pressed up against you, pushing you to step back until he stood in the room with you.

“I’d love to.” he murmured softly, tracing your features with his perceptive gold eyes. “Warm up.” he added, his voice barely above a whisper, and your heart began to race.

“Okay,” you replied, a small smile catching your lips up in your heart’s erratic hoping.

That is how the night ended with a roaring fire in your fireplace, and two bodies tangled closely together under the covers of your bed, fingers tracing every available inch of skin with reverence and vulnerability, and lips gracing lips with unspoken words of ardor and desire. The cold had melted away in the arms of the man that never failed to make you smile, and you snuggled impossibly closer to him, your heart swelling when he beat the odds of pulling you in even more, his hand crawling under your nightshirt to splay his palm against your back, his touch as smoldering as his eyes before they closed so he could kiss you again. You sighed, relinquishing your will in the long battle against sleep, and drifted into a world where no number of beautiful dreams could possibly contend with your reality in Clavis’s arms.

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venti-tangents · 2 years ago

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Confessions on the Beach

For the past few months, this has been living rent free in my brain. The Sultry Summer Nights event was the last story event we got where the MC and Clavis weren't lovers. Don't get me wrong—I loved the way the romantic tension played out in the event. However, the event being so close to his actual route release, I couldn't help but wonder what it would look like if the beach scene were a part of his route, or ended in some sort of resolution to the romantic tension. Thus, this was born. Enjoy!

WC: 794 Warnings: Spoilers for Clavis’ route in the Sultry Summer Nights Event.

THE sand felt icky between my toes; the crash of the waves provided a remedy for my condition. For a moment, washing away the sand was the only care I had in the world, as I hiked my skirt over my knees and marched into the ocean.

Unfortunately, my expectations that were set high by the lovely descriptions of the sea in my books were intimately deflated the moment I stepped foot in the water. Instead of washing off, the sand stuck to my feet, made worse by the seaweed tangling around my ankles and the clams below my heels. All of a sudden, my body reacted out of instinct, desperate to flee.

“GET IT OFF–what the fuck is that ?!” Half shriek, half cry I jumped around, trying to put distance between me and whatever ungodly creature just crawled out of the ocean.

Laughter rang in my ears, the source being a doubled over Clavis desperately trying to catch his breath. “My goodness” he managed in between gasps “…what an amazing reaction!”

Contagious. So much so that in spite of myself I found humor in my own humiliation.

“Is that why you brought me here?” I quipped back, as I struggled to contain my own giggles.

Time seemed to freeze, as the world narrowed to just the two of us, laughing like children on the beach. Even as I lost grip of my skirt and the water soaked its hem, even as a wave knocked me off balance, sending me face down into the wet sand. Except the impact never came. Instead of the expected cold embrace of the water, I found myself embraced by warm arms; instead of finding myself reflected in the blue of the ocean, I saw myself in Clavis’ golden eyes.

“Ah, I can’t take my eyes off you for even a second, my sweet” He chuckled deeply. Clavis, who was usually impeccably groomed from head to toe was in absolute disarray below me, sand plastered to his shirt, seaweed tangled in his hair. Yet, he laughed wholeheartedly, like he was genuinely having the time of his life.

“Your hair is a mess.” Giddy, I plucked seaweed out of his drenched waves.

“Yours isn’t any better. Maybe the local children will mistake you for a sea spirit.”

“Is that so? Then they must mistake you for a sea monster, given your state”

“A male siren! Ah, you say the most flattering things, my sweet”

“Between us, I’d be the one mistaken for a siren. Especially next to you!”

He let out a deep, bellowing laugh, making me much more aware of his chest pressed up against mine. I figured he was built solidly, but the lean elegance of his body was all the more obvious with his soaked white dress shirt…

For the first time in my life I snapped my head up to the sky in silent prayer–please don’t let him notice the blush climbing up my neck. When I regained enough of my composure to look down. I was met with a tilted smile and flushed cheeks—I could not breathe, could not think, could not do anything but look into his eyes.

Clavis called out my name, hands around my waist trembling. Nervousness, excitement, adoration and fear danced on his face—the man that I had only caught glimpses of was finally in front of me, tangible and real. My thumb found its way to the beauty mark right under his mouth, traced its way across his plush bottom lip.

“Yes, Claivs?” I barely recognized my own voice, raspy and raw, filled with want. Time stopped–all that mattered was his warmth, his laugh, his smile.

“What do you want to do now?” Slowly, his hand tangled in my hair.

Our situation was ridiculous, yet it was the first time in years where I didn’t care about what came next. “Kiss me, Clavis.” Barely a whisper, my heart sored—finally getting its way after years of being ignored.

“As my lady wishes.” Swiftly, he closed the distance between us, his plush lips meeting mine. Softly, I kissed him back, afraid that he’d disappear behind his usual mask.

Through soft kisses and caresses, our hearts shared secrets that our heads were too scared to acknowledge. When we finally broke for breath, we burst out in giggles—giddy like a pair of infatuated teenagers.

In this special place outside of time, the tension between us finally broke. It was a long time coming, and I was sure that once time restarted and we returned back to Rhodolite, we would be back to our positions; as Belle and a Prince. Yet, the sight of a genuinely happy Clavis is enough to give me just a little bit of hope that things would turn out okay.

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writingwhimsey · 1 day ago

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Hi! 🤗 Congratulations on 400 followers🎉. I choose suitor as a dad from the fluff prompt list. Can I have Mitsuhide, Arthur and Clavis please?. I hope you have fun with this but no pressure🩷

Thank you darling! I love this one and I hope you do too!

400 Follower Celebration

Fluff headcanon: Suitors as fathers

Suitors: ikesen Mitsuhide, ikevamp Arthur, and ikepri Clavis

Only warning, you may get cavities from how sweet this is.

Mitsuhide

He’d never given much thought to becoming a father. Bringing a little one into this war torn world, adding another person who could be at risk of being pulled into his darkness? It didn’t seem right to put a child through that. And yet once he met you…and then when you told him you were pregnant…he was scared, but oh so happy.

Once your little one arrived, Mitsuhide fell in love instantly. He vowed that he would make the world a safer place for the little one your love had created. He would always protect and cherish your child. As your child grew, he made sure that they never wanted for anything. Never saw the horrors and hardships he, himself, had experienced.

Though he makes sure your child doesn’t have to experience the same things he had, he still teaches them all the necessary skills they will need to survive…much like he had done with you when you first arrived. He is gentle yet firm while teaching your child all the important skills they’ll need to survive…though he does his best to make sure they never have to actually use these skills.

Arthur

With as much as he had played around, Arthur hadn’t really pictured himself settled down with a family. But then when you came into his life…into his heart he couldn’t help but to want those things. After months of trying, you finally tell him the good news that you’re pregnant, Arthur is over the moon with joy.

He is loving and supportive and doting throughout your pregnancy. He is a major support during the delivery of your child. And as soon as he sees the little one you two made together…he is completely head over heels for this child. He is the most loving and devoted father.

He helps you with the late night feedings, diaper changes, all of it. He doesn’t want to miss a second of fatherhood with this child you two share. As the child grows, he takes to making up bedtime stories to tell them. One of their favorite past times. He is fully involved in your child’s life and loves being a father.

Clavis

From the moment you two marry, Clavis can’t help but to tease you about having a child. Telling you the kingdom of Lecloch needs an heir. Deep down though, he really wants to be a father. Not because of having an heir or such, but because he genuinely wants to have a child with the woman he loves. He wants a family with you. And when that finally happens…he is ready to shout from the rooftops. There may or may not be a week long celebration in his “kingdom” once you announce the news.

During your pregnancy, Clavis is at your beck and call. He is overjoyed when your strange cravings are for his inventive cooking. He happily cooks for you. He dotes on you and loves speaking to your belly. During your labor and delivery, he is by your side the entire time holding your hand…he may make a joke or two trying to lighten the mood of the room, but when you give him that stern look…he knows.

As your child grows, Clavis is loving and attentive. He makes sure to be present in your family life. He never wants you or the child you share to doubt his love for you. He is determined to be a much better father than the one he had. Once the child is old enough, Clavis is teaching them all of his tricks and having them help with his pranks. When they are seen together the staff go, “And now there are two of them.” Clavis is fun, loving, and doting as a father. He absolutely treasures being a father and considers it the best title he has ever held.

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wistfulwanderingone · 1 month ago

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🫐Foraging for Mischief🫐

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Characters: Cassandra Bellarose (OC), Clavis Lelouch, Yves Kloss, Licht Klein

Pairing: Clavis Lelouch x OC

Event: Falling For Fall CC

Hosted by: @violettduchess & @lorei-writes

Prompt: Foraging (Fluff)

🫐Foraging for Mischief🫐

Sunlight filtered through the dense canopy of leaves above, a soft, golden glow dancing across the forest floor in playful bursts. Cassandra inhaled deeply, savoring the crisp, earthy scent of the woods. Here, in this verdant sanctuary, she found a tranquil reprieve from the life of nobility and the relentless clamor of responsibility. This was her haven, a beautiful escape—a berry foraging foray into the heart of nature with her closest friends, Yves and Licht.

Yves immersed himself in the task with a seriousness that made her grin. His porcelain brow furrowed in concentration as he moved ahead with purpose, his basket already half-full of glistening berries. His intensity was almost amusing, but endearing all the same. He had declared that only the freshest and ripest would suffice for the dessert he envisioned for their tea party tomorrow.

Cassandra watched him, her heart warming at his quiet dedication. For Yves, it was never merely about the dessert; it was a quest for perfection, a mission as delicate and precise as the ingredients he handled. His passion inspired her, and she admired him for it.

Behind her, Licht lingered a few steps back, his usual guarded expression firmly in place—a silent sentinel amidst the beauty surrounding them. Since their departure, he had remained quiet. Even though it wasn’t unusual, Cassandra cast a glance over her shoulder, her heart tightening at the sight of his stoic, withdrawn demeanor.

Something about Licht always tugged at her heartstrings, an ache that lingered just beneath the surface whenever her eyes found him. She had known both Yves and Licht long enough to recognize the hidden burdens each bore, the quiet scars etched deep within their souls. But there was a stark difference between them—Yves, for all his struggles, had learned to weave his pain into something purposeful, like turning sorrow into a thread of quiet resilience. His strength wasn’t loud, but it radiated through every small action, a subtle defiance against the past that could have weighed him down. He refused to let it define him, instead allowing it to shape him into someone stronger, more resolute.

But Licht...Licht was different. He moved through life as if he existed in a world apart, a place draped in shadows that no one else could breach. It was as though the darkness had claimed him, and he, in turn, had accepted it—resigned to its embrace, believing it was where he truly belonged. He could see the light—it flickered just beyond his grasp, tantalizing in its warmth—but something always held him back, an invisible chain tethering him to the quiet despair he wore like a second skin. He never reached for it, as if convinced the light wasn’t meant for him, as if the shadows were his only refuge.

“Yves makes this look effortless, doesn’t he?” Cassandra said, her words threaded with lightheartedness as she fell in step beside Licht.

Licht glanced at her briefly, his ruby eyes meeting hers for just a moment. “He always finds the best berries.”

She glanced at Licht again, the corners of her mouth lifting in a soft smile. “Trust Yves to transform a humble outing into a display of artistry”

Yves glanced up, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Some of us are simply blessed with natural talent," he replied, the hint of pride in his voice echoing through the trees.

Cassandra chuckled softly, the sound like the rustle of leaves in the gentle breeze, as she tossed another berry into Licht's basket. like the sun filtering through the trees, casting golden flecks on the forest floor. She gazed at the serene beauty of the woods, the world around them bathed in quiet light. “It’s such a lovely day, Licht. Here we are, together, gathering berries for tomorrow’s tea party. Could it get any more perfect?” Her voice was soft, lighthearted, as if the forest itself had breathed peace into her words. “No burdens, no obligations. Just friends...enjoying the quiet serenity of the woods.”

Licht’s gaze rose to meet hers again, his dark eyes catching the dappled sunlight for a moment. The tension that always clung to him seemed to ease, if only by a breath. Though unspoken, Cassandra could feel the weight of his burdens hovering between them. She didn’t need words to sense the quiet walls he kept in place, the silent resolve that guarded him from fully letting go.

Bending down beside him, she plucked a few more berries, watching as they tumbled into his basket. A playful glint sparkled in her eyes, her voice teasing as she added, “And don’t worry—no one’s judging you. Well, maybe Yves, but that’s simply his way.”

Licht’s expression softened, his features relaxing ever so slightly. Though his movements were still careful, there was a new ease in them, a looseness in the way he reached for another berry, as if for a moment, his burdens had lessened. Cassandra smiled at the small victory, her heart lifting at the sight of him letting the peace of the moment reach him, even just a little.

Yves glanced up from his basket, a smirk playing on his lips. “I don’t judge. I merely maintain...higher standards.” He winked, plucking another perfect berry. “And if you must know, I’m silently rooting for your success. Though, by all means, continue to place the blame upon me if it brings you comfort.” His voice, teasing yet tinged with that usual air of casual confidence, made the moment feel lighter, as if the sunlight itself responded to his jest.

Cassandra chuckled at Yves’ jest, shaking her head in mock disbelief. “Well, we’re indeed fortunate to have your silent support, then. Perhaps a touch of your perfectionism will grace us from your mere presence.” Her words floated between the trees, carried on the breeze, and the gentle teasing between them filled the forest with a sense of camaraderie, of easy companionship that soothed the soul.

Licht’s lips twitched, the flicker of a smile threatening to escape his otherwise guarded expression. Cassandra, ever attuned to the smallest shifts in him, noticed the subtle change—the way his shoulders softened, the invisible weight lifting, if only for a fleeting breath. She cherished those moments, small as they were, when the shadows that clung to him seemed to fade just a little.

Yves, straightening from his spot a little further down the path, held up a handful of perfectly ripe berries, his usual smirk still in place. “Cassandra’s right, you know. It’s not a contest. But if it were, I would be the clear victor."

Licht let out a small huff, a sound that hovered somewhere between breath and laughter, and Cassandra's heart swelled at the quiet joy of it. It wasn’t often that he let his guard down, but in these small moments—those rare, soft chuckles—she glimpsed the man hidden beneath the stoic exterior, the one who still remembered how to laugh, however fleeting the sound might be.

“You see? We’re all in this together,” she said, her voice warm as she stood, brushing the earth from her hands. “And for the record, Yves, you’re only winning because we’re letting you.”

Yves raised an eyebrow, feigning offense with a dramatic flair. “Letting me? Please, Cassandra, let’s not pretend you don’t admire my impeccable berry-picking skills.”

Cassandra shook her head, her laughter bubbling forth. “Very well, you may excel in berry picking, but my enthusiasm remains unmatched.” Her eyes sparkled, the playful banter weaving between them as light as the breeze that carried the scent of ripe berries and fresh earth.

As their conversation wove through the tranquil rhythm of the forest—the soft whisper of leaves above, the occasional chirp of birds hidden in the branches, and the gentle breeze carrying the sweet scent of earth and ripe berries—Cassandra felt the warmth of camaraderie settle around them, like a comforting blanket of peace. The weight of expectations, of the world they had left behind for a moment, seemed to fall away, replaced with the simple, unspoken bond she shared with her friends. Here, in the heart of the forest, surrounded by laughter and light, she could breathe freely.

She stooped down, her fingers delicately plucking dark, plump berries from the nearby bush, each one feeling like a small, perfect jewel cradled in her hand. The satisfying weight of them grounded her as she placed them into her basket. But then, a soft sensation brushed against her ear—a whispering caress, as light as a feather's kiss.

Cassandra froze, her breath catching in her chest. Her hand instinctively rose, fingers grazing the spot where the sensation lingered, tickling the edge of her skin. Was that...a leaf?

A frown creased her brow. She knew the forest wasn’t playing tricks on her. Shaking her head, she tried to dismiss the odd feeling, but then it happened again—a faint touch, followed by a low chuckle, like the echo of mischief in the breeze.

She sprang upright, spinning around with a sharp breath, her pulse skittering in response. "Who's there?" Her voice, though quiet, trembled with the tension now humming through her.

Yves and Licht exchanged startled glances, the stillness of the forest suddenly charged. "What’s wrong?" Yves asked, his brow furrowing in concern as he studied her face. Beside him, Licht’s hand instinctively moved to the hilt of his sword, his body poised and tense, his gaze scanning the trees with quiet vigilance.

But before Cassandra could answer, a flicker of movement caught her eye—a shadow, swift and teasing, slipping through the woods like a playful ghost. Her pulse quickened, a familiar spark igniting at the sight, recognition blooming in her chest. A smile tugged at her lips, her heart tightening in that way it always did when he was near.

"Clavis..." she whispered, savoring his name like a secret she cherished. Just saying it stirred something warm and familiar deep inside. His presence lingered in the air like a breeze, invisible but brushing against her skin, sending a thrilling shiver down her spine. “I think we have company.”

“Clavis,” Yves groaned softly, rubbing his temples. "Of course. Just when I thought we might have a peaceful outing..." He trailed off, scanning the trees, fully expecting Clavis to appear at any moment. "Could we truly expect a peaceful day in the forest without Clavis appearing to cause his usual mischief?"

Licht, however, looked more concerned than annoyed, his grip on the hilt of his sword steady, muscles tensed. His brow furrowed, apprehension etched across his features. "You think he’s nearby?" His ruby eyes flickered toward the shadows, his vigilance sharpening. "Is he planning something?"

Cassandra’s smile deepened. "Oh, you know him as well as I do. He’s always up to something." A chuckle escaped her lips, light and carefree. “But rest assured, Licht, he tends to bring more disorder than any true harm." She waved a hand dismissively, her smile easing the tension around them like sunlight melting morning mist. "It’s just Clavis being Clavis."

Yves sighed, casting a weary glance at their half-filled baskets. "Great. Just what we needed—berry-picking sabotage. How utterly delightful."

Cassandra grinned as she bent down to gather a few more berries, her heart still humming with the lingering energy of Clavis’s presence. "Oh, come on, Yves." She plucked a particularly plump berry from a branch as she bit her lip. "At least he keeps things interesting, don’t you think?"

Yves muttered something under his breath—likely a complaint—but his expression softened despite himself. "I wouldn't call it 'interesting.' Annoying, perhaps. Distracting, most certainly,” he quipped, his tone carrying the exasperation of someone far too used to Clavis's antics.

Licht’s gaze remained sharp, his eyes constantly scanning the shadows of the trees, as though expecting Clavis to strike like a hunter pouncing on its prey, ready for whatever mischief Clavis might bring. Cassandra couldn’t help but notice the contrast between his guarded nature and Clavis’s unpredictable energy. "If it’s Clavis," he muttered, his voice low, "we should be ready for anything."

Just as Licht finished speaking, a soft rustling came from the nearby bushes, stirring the quiet air around them. Cassandra straightened, her pulse thrumming in response. "I think not knowing what could happen is half the fun," she murmured, her voice light but laced with anticipation.

“Cassandra,” Licht muttered, shooting her a sideways glance, his expression stern. “You really worry me sometimes.”

Before either of them could protest further, another flicker of movement caught Cassandra’s eye again, followed by the unmistakable sound of Clavis’s laughter. Low, alluring, full of mischief, the sound sent a familiar warmth spreading through her, stirring emotions she could never fully ignore.

Yves groaned, his exasperation evident. "Marvelous. Truly marvelous. He’s bound to turn this into a circus, isn’t he?"

Cassandra’s gaze drifted toward the treeline, her heart skipping as she imagined him stepping from the shadows. "Oh, most likely," she murmured, climbing onto a rock, her hands trembling—not from effort, but from the sharp awareness of his presence, the way the very air seemed to shift when he was near. She smiled to herself, knowing he was nearby, already scheming. Meanwhile, Licht’s steady gaze never wavering, full of the steady vigilance of someone who knew better than to let his guard down.

Then it happened.

One moment, Cassandra was reaching for an elusive branch, its ripe berries just beyond her fingertips. The next, her foot slipped on the moss-slick rock, and with a startled gasp, her basket tumbled from her grasp as she teetered dangerously to the side.

Before she could hit the ground, a strong arm wrapped around her, pulling her back from the brink. She blinked and looked up to, finding herself pressed against Licht, his arms steadying her.

"You need to be more careful," he scolded, though friendly concern flickered in his red eyes.

"Thank you," she managed, feeling embarrassed by her clumsiness. She reached up and patted his cheek lightly to ease his tension. "I may have gotten a bit overly enthusiastic about the berries."

Before she could say more or stand upright, the air shifted, the familiar voice of mischief breaking through the moment. "Well, well. What a sight we have here—our dear Lady Cassandra, safely ensconced in Sir Licht’s protective embrace."

Licht steadied her quickly with his hands before releasing Cassandra. She turned, her breath catching as her eyes found Clavis leaning casually against a nearby tree. His arms crossed, a wicked grin curling on his lips as though he had been watching them for some time, thoroughly entertained. But there was something else in his eyes—a flicker of something deeper, something that made her heart stutter. She pushed the thought away quickly. This was Clavis, after all—always playing his games. Yet, she couldn’t entirely shake the feeling.

"What fortune, Licht, to be the gallant hero today, rescuing our damsel from her perilous fall,” Clavis drawled, pushing off the tree and strolling toward them with that infuriating, irresistible swagger.

Licht stiffened, stepping back from Cassandra, his eyes narrowing slightly as he straightened. "It wasn’t like that," he muttered, averting his gaze. "She slipped."

"Of course, of course.” Clavis stopped beside them, his smirk widening as he raised an eyebrow. “Just a friendly rescue. I didn’t realize you had such a gift for rescuing damsels, Licht. Should I be worried?"

"No." His voice was flat as he placed his hands on Cassandra's shoulders, gently guiding her until she stood directly in front of Clavis, his eyes steady, unfazed by the jab.

Clavis blinked, his smirk faltering for just a split second before he recovered, a chuckle escaping his lips.

Cassandra stiffened as she found herself face-to-face with Clavis. Her lips parted, not from surprise, but as if to speak—yet no words came out. She blinked, struggling to regain her poise, but a tangle of emotions caught in her throat. The playful smirk Clavis wore didn’t help, his closeness stirring the feelings she kept trying, and failing, to suppress.

"Isn’t it amusing?" Clavis leaned in, his golden eyes honed in on Cassandra in front of him. "Here you are falling into Licht’s arms, and yet you’ve deftly evaded all of my traps. I must confess, I’m utterly heartbroken. Such a cruel woman you are, my dear Cassandra—leaving me to suffer while you go falling into other men’s arms."

Cassandra narrowed her eyes at him, though the heat in her cheeks betrayed her. "It seems I’m simply too quick for your tricks, Clavis," she teased, her voice light, despite the sharp awareness of him that tingled through her. "You’ll need to exert more effort if you ever hope to catch me."

Clavis's smirk deepened, his golden eyes gleaming with devilish delight as he tilted his head in mock contemplation. "Ah, I see now. You’re inviting me to ensnare you in one of my little traps," he mused, leaning in just a touch closer. His grin was full of self-assured charm,but there was something sharper behind it—a glimmer of calculation, as if he was already planning his next move. "I hadn’t realized we were engaged in such a flirtatious game of cat and mouse. How deliciously unexpected." His voice dropped to a smooth, velvety murmur, the air between them thickening with an undeniable tension. "But fear not, my little forest sprite—I shall catch you when you least anticipate it. Consider it a promise."

Her heart stuttered at the intensity in his gaze, and for a moment, she was lost in the game—his words a tantalizing thread pulling her deeper. Was this all just a game to him? Or was there something real, something deeper hiding behind his teasing?

Just as her lips parted, Yves’s voice sliced through the tension like a sharp blade. "Clavis, must you always turn everything into some kind of theatrical performance?" His dramatic sigh filled the air, his expression that of mild irritation.

Clavis, entirely unfazed, raised an eyebrow and turned toward Yves with a shrug. "Must? No." His smirk never wavered. "Yves, my dear brother, it’s what we call charm. You might consider trying it on occasion." His eyes flicked back to Cassandra, and though his grin remained, there was a glimmer in his gaze—something more tender beneath the surface that made her breath catch. "Besides, I’m merely providing what the people so clearly desire."

Cassandra’s soft chuckle spilled out, cutting through the rising tension. But as she turned back to her basket, her fingers brushed Clavis’s—his hand was already there, as though waiting for hers. The touch, though brief, sent a spark rushing through her, igniting warmth in her chest that she couldn’t quite ignore.

Clavis smirked, his voice lowering into a teasing murmur, just for her. "Do be cautious, young lady. If you continue to touch me like that, we may lose track of the berries...and perhaps a heartbeat or two." Though his words were laced with playful charm, there was a softness in his gaze that made her heart race.

Cassandra swallowed hard and quickly pulled her hand away, her pulse racing as she fought to steady her breath. Her thoughts spiraled, the logical part of her mind trying to push back the rush of emotions. But every time he looked at her like that, every time his fingers brushed against hers, her resolve wavered.

But then, as he let her hand slip away, his voice dropped even lower, the teasing edge tempered by something more elusive, something almost wistful. "You know...sometimes, the smallest touch lingers the longest. But you knew that, didn’t you?"

The playful smirk remained on his lips, but his golden eyes softened for just a moment, the briefest flicker of something deeper passing through them—something Cassandra couldn’t quite name. His hand remained suspended for a heartbeat longer than necessary, as though he was reluctant to let the moment end, before he casually plucked a ripe berry from her basket, the familiar wicked grin sliding back into place.

He plucked a ripe berry from her basket, bringing it to his lips with deliberate slowness, chewing as his golden eyes never left hers. "Mmm," he murmured with an exaggerated sigh of satisfaction. "Sweet...but not nearly as sweet as the look on your face right now."

Her pulse raced, every heartbeat loud in her ears as the air between them thickened. That glint in his eyes, that challenge—it was becoming harder to brush off, harder to pretend she wasn’t affected. It was maddening—how easily he unraveled her, how his teasing words left her breathless.

Was it all just teasing? Or was there something more—something real—behind the flirtation? The logical part of her mind urged her to dismiss it as just another one of Clavis’s tricks, a harmless bit of banter meant to make her blush, but her heart whispered otherwise.

Was she simply part of his game, or was there more beneath the surface?

Yves raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed by the exchange, and shook his head. "I don't know what's more exhausting—watching you two dance around each other or actually picking the berries when they keep disappearing," he muttered, plucking a berry from Clavis’s hand and tossing it back into the basket.

The warmth he stirred within her lingered, refusing to fade despite her best efforts to regain composure. Her hand, trembling slightly, pressed lightly against her flushed face, but the heat clung stubbornly, refusing to fade. She cleared her throat, forcing herself to smile. "Now that you’ve indulged in your fun, Clavis, are you going to assist us in gathering berries, or are you just here to merely observe?" Her voice carried its usual playful lilt, but the quickened beat of her heart was another matter entirely.

Clavis’s smirk deepened as he dusted off his jacket with dramatic flair. "If you insist, I suppose I could lend my assistance...if only to prevent you from tripping over your own feet again." He leaned in slightly, his lips curving into a more wicked grin. "Though, I must say, I’m envious. Had it been me, I’m sure we’d both still be in each other’s arms." His hand brushed hers as he passed, the fleeting contact sending a jolt of electricity through her, igniting a warmth in her chest. "After all," he added, his voice softening as his eyes locked with hers, the playful edge in his tone tinged with something more serious. "We wouldn’t want you falling for anyone else, now would we?"

Her breath caught, her pulse quickening at the teasing edge of his words. Was it all just a game to him? Or was there something real, something lurking beneath the surface that she couldn’t quite reach? Beneath the playful charm, there was something more, something she wasn’t sure if she could trust.

Before she could respond, Yves rolled his eyes with exaggerated annoyance. "For heaven’s sake, Clavis! If you spent half the energy picking berries as you do tormenting Cassandra, we’d have enough to fill the palace pantry by now.”

Clavis let out a dramatic sigh, his hand sweeping theatrically across his chest as if struck by Yves's words. "Ah, the trials of a misunderstood genius," he said, sidling up beside Cassandra once more, his shoulder brushing hers lightly, the brief contact sending another wave of warmth through her. "You misunderstand, Yves. Berries are fleeting, a momentary delight. But...catching someone’s attention, now that’s a much sweeter challenge." His tone softened, the weight of his words settling like a quiet storm between them. “It takes skill and...persistence, wouldn’t you agree, Cassandra?"

Clavis’s gaze lingered, his smirk sharpening, and though his eyes still held that familiar mischief, there was a flicker of something more dangerous, more uncertain, as if he was testing the waters of this game and wasn’t sure of the outcome. But before she could respond, Cassandra caught the flicker of movement from the corner of her eye—Yves, shaking his head in obvious frustration.

"Honestly, I’m amazed you manage to accomplish anything with the amount of energy you dedicate to...whatever this is.” Yves gestured vaguely between Clavis and Cassandra, his tone dry. "Some of us are actually here to gather berries, not stage a romantic comedy."

Clavis’s grin widened, and he adopted a mock-serious tone. "Alas, the heart wants what it wants," he teased, feigning solemnity, “here I am, the leading man caught in the throes of a grand romance."

With a flourish of dramatic flair, Clavis swooped Cassandra into his arms, spinning her in a grand, theatrical gesture. "And who better to star in this than our enchanting Lady Cassandra?" His golden eyes sparkled mischievously as he twirled her, pulling her closer than she expected, his hold strong, as though they were the stars of some secret, private stage.

Cassandra’s heart leapt, the sudden closeness taking her breath away. Her hands instinctively clutched at his shoulders, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket, her laughter bubbling up—part surprise, part something deeper, something that stirred in the very core of her.

She felt his warmth everywhere he touched, the way his hands held her with effortless ease, as though she belonged there, in his arms. His fingers pressed against her waist, firm and solid, igniting a fire beneath her skin that left her both flustered and craving more. Even though she knew she should protest, part of her didn’t want him to let go. She cursed how easily he could unravel her, how his every touch made her lose her footing in more ways than one.

"Clavis!" she gasped between giggles, half-flustered by how her body responded to his nearness. "Put me down!"

Clavis’s smirk only widened, ignoring her protests. “Darling, I’m afraid you're stuck in my arms now. What kind of leading man would I be if I let my lady fall?” He shot a teasing glance at his brothers, still holding Cassandra in his arms as if it were the most natural thing in the world. "We mustn’t forget the supporting cast. Yves, clearly the quirky sidekick in our rom-com, always meddling in the love plot." His eyebrow arched, his grin widening. "And Licht? The brooding figure who pretends he doesn’t care but secretly ships us the most."

There was something about the way his touch lingered—how each brush of his hands sent sparks across her skin, leaving her alive with sensation, her heart aching for more. Even in the midst of his teasing, there was a weight to his hold, something that made her wonder if she was falling into one of his traps, or if they both were.

Yves rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed, though there was perhaps a flicker of reluctant amusement in the corner of his gaze. But Cassandra’s breath hitched, and for a fleeting moment, the idea of her and Clavis playing out this romantic comedy floated through her thoughts, lingering longer than she meant it to. The possibility danced through her mind like a forbidden dream, one she both craved and feared, unable to dismiss it as easily as before.

Licht, stoic as ever, glanced away without a word.

With one last playful wink, Clavis slowly lowered Cassandra back to the ground. Her legs wobbled slightly as they found solid ground, but the sensation of his hands on her skin still tingled, refusing to fade even after he let go. "Careful now, Cassandra. You’re still on stage, and I can’t have my leading lady slipping away before the grand finale," he murmured, his teasing tone undercut by a warmth that felt far more intimate than his words.

Cassandra’s cheeks flushed from both the whirlwind of the moment and Clavis’s relentless charm. Her pulse raced, her breath coming in shallow bursts as she grappled with the realization of how effortlessly he unbalanced her, leaving her vulnerable in a way she didn’t quite know how to guard against. Despite the teasing, the banter, and the theatrics, one undeniable truth swirled within her—she loved him. And that realization both thrilled and terrified her, because in Clavis’s world of games and ever-shifting masks, where could love possibly fit?

Cassandra let out a breathless chuckle, her voice teasing. "I think I preferred it when you were just causing trouble from a distance," she said, though the grin tugging at her lips betrayed the thrill still pulsing through her veins, a thrill she couldn’t quite hide.

Clavis’s smirk widened, his golden eyes gleaming with a dangerous, teasing light. "Oh? What’s that I hear, my lady? A plea for me to sweep you off your feet with a kiss that will haunt your dreams?" His voice dipped lower, smoother, laced with a playful intimacy as he leaned in—closer, much closer.

His lips hovered just above hers, the warmth of his breath brushing against her skin like a soft whisper. Time seemed to slow, each heartbeat louder than the last as his gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there for a heartbeat too long. Cassandra’s breath caught, and without thinking, her eyes followed his gaze, locking onto his mouth as the space between them narrowed into a fragile thread. She could almost feel the heat of his lips, so close to hers—just a fraction of an inch separating them, one small movement enough to close the gap.

Her pulse thundered in her ears, her body alive with an aching need she couldn’t quite suppress. She felt torn between the temptation of the moment and the knowledge that this was Clavis—playful, unpredictable Clavis. Could she truly trust this moment, or was it just another one of his games? Every fiber of her being screamed for him to close the distance, to make real the kiss she longed for. But the playful game they always danced around suddenly seemed fraught with something far deeper, something far more vulnerable.

Clavis tilted his head ever so slightly, his breath feathering against her skin, warm and intoxicating. His lips hovered near hers, close enough that she could almost feel their softness—so close that it felt like the entire world held its breath, waiting for them to cross that tantalizing line.

Cassandra’s breath caught, not because she believed he would actually kiss her—he was Clavis, after all, a gentleman who lived to play on the edge of things—but because of the way his nearness always seemed to unravel her composure. He wouldn’t cross the line; she knew that. And yet, the heat of his breath lingered, teasingly close, as though daring her to wonder if maybe, just maybe, this time would be different.

"You wouldn’t dare..." Her voice was low, but not from fear—it was almost a challenge, a knowing taunt. She knew he wouldn’t. He was too much of a gentleman to cross that line. But that didn’t stop her heart from racing as she said it.

Clavis's smirk deepened, his golden eyes locking onto hers. His lips curved into a slow, devilish grin, his gaze holding hers captive, glowing with mischief—but there was something more beneath the surface, something dangerous, something real. For a fleeting moment, she thought she saw his usual confidence waver, a flicker of uncertainty crossing his gaze. Could he be as affected by this as she was? Was he playing a game, or was there something deeper hidden behind those golden eyes? Her heart skipped at the thought, her pulse quickening. Was this almost-kiss, this moment, more than just another playful tease? The thought stirred something deep inside her, something that made her breath catch.

"Don't be so sure..." he murmured, leaning in just a breath closer, his lips grazing hers in the faintest, most tantalizing way. "Every gentleman has his limits...and you, my enchantress, are dangerously close to testing mine,” he murmured, his lips ghosting across hers with each word, "I might be inclined to prove you wrong."

Her heart slammed against her ribs, her entire world shrinking to the space between them, to the heat of his mouth hovering so temptingly near hers. She wanted nothing more than to close the gap, to fall into him, to surrender to the kiss that hung so dangerously in the air.

"Clavis Lelouch! Are you seriously trying to kiss Cassandra now? In the middle of berry picking?!" Yves’s voice broke through the tension like a sudden gust of wind, his tone that of disbelief and horror. His hands flew up dramatically, as if sheer will could stop the impending kiss.

Clavis paused, his lips still barely brushing hers, the promise of the kiss lingering like a half-formed dream between them. Slowly, he pulled back, but his golden eyes remained locked on hers, gleaming with mischief, yes—but also with something that left Cassandra breathless. "We’ll get to the berries, dear brother," he said smoothly, his gaze never leaving hers, his voice lowering into a more intimate murmur. "But some moments deserve a little more...attention." His words carried a lingering promise as he cast Cassandra a look that sent her heart racing once more.

Cassandra’s knees weakened, her pulse still erratic from the near kiss, her lips tingling from the feather-like contact. She forced a shaky smile, trying to steady her breath, but the memory of his lips so close to hers clung to her like a second skin.

Yves’s voice cut through the moment, like a splash of cold water on the warmth between them. "I didn’t think it possible for anyone to be this insufferable," he muttered, his tone half-exasperated, half-amused. "But once again, Clavis, you’ve surpassed all expectations. We are here to gather berries, not to star in some...scandalous affair!"

Clavis let out a dramatic sigh. "Truly, dear brother, you wound me. Here I am, offering a moment of pure romance, and you want to talk about...berries?" He ran a hand through his tousled hair, though his eyes sparkled with unabashed mischief. "Very well, very well. I am a gentleman, after all, no matter how captivating the lady may be.” He cast one last glance at Cassandra. "But mark my words, my enchantress…” he said, his voice dipping into a suggestive murmur, “this scene isn’t over."

Licht, who had been silently watching the exchange with his usual stoic demeanor, shook his head with a resigned sigh. "It’s already been far too long," he muttered, turning back to the task at hand and resuming his berry-picking.

Cassandra struggled to steady her breath, her pulse still fluttering from how close they had come to crossing that line. Clavis always had a way of turning the game on its head, slipping between playful teasing and something deeper before she could catch her breath. Her heart still raced, but she couldn’t let it show—not now, not with Clavis so close and the game still afoot.

With a playful toss of her hair, she tried to shake off the lingering heat between them, forcing herself to focus on the task at hand, even though her pulse continued to dance to the rhythm of the near kiss they hadn’t quite shared.

As the group continued picking berries, Cassandra couldn’t ignore how Clavis lingered near, his usual playful energy softened into something quieter, more intimate—as if he was content just being close to her. Her heart thrummed with a familiar warmth, one that had long since taken root whenever he was near. She was utterly, hopelessly in love with this man—head over heels in a way that left her dizzy, her thoughts constantly drifting back to him, always him. His presence was like a gentle hum beneath her skin, igniting a warmth that fluttered in her chest without him even trying.

It was maddening—how easily he unraveled her. How her heart skipped every time his fingers grazed hers, how her entire body seemed to pulse with the awareness of him. Each fleeting touch was brief, but enough to make her heart stutter—and no matter how much she tried to focus on the task at hand, the sensation of him lingered, like a flame she couldn’t extinguish. Her pulse, wild and untamed, refused to settle.

When they finally gathered what they needed, Yves stretched his arms and let out a satisfied sigh. “Well, it seems we have gathered enough for tomorrow's dessert. Excellent teamwork, everyone—except you, Clavis.”

Licht, always practical, gave a small nod. “We should head back before the sun sets. We don’t want to be out here too long.”

As Yves and Licht began leading the way, Clavis lingered behind, his presence like a magnetic pull Cassandra couldn’t resist. Her pulse quickened, as though her body knew before her mind caught up—he was going to do something. And, as always, she found herself bracing for the moment—whatever mischievous, heart-racing thing he would do next.

He plucked a perfectly ripe berry from her basket, twirling it between his fingers before holding it out to her with a teasing smile. "Only the finest berry for the finest company," he murmured, his tone softening, the playful spark in his golden eyes flickering with something deeper—something that twisted deliciously in her stomach.

Cassandra’s cheeks flushed as she gazed at the berry held between his fingers, her heart leaping at the way he looked at her—so close, so intent. There was a challenge in his eyes, a silent dare she wasn’t sure she could resist, no matter how much her heart raced.

This was it—their game, the one she pretended not to take seriously. But when he looked at her like that, it was harder to remember her role, harder to keep her heart from betraying her.

Her pulse quickened, the playful tension between them tightening like a coil ready to snap. "Surely, you’re not planning to feed it to me, are you?" she teased, her voice light, though her heart skipped at the thought.

Clavis’s smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with that irresistible mischief as he held the berry closer to her lips. The air between them thickened, charged with something unspoken, a crackle of anticipation. "I would never deprive you of the full royal treatment, my lovely enchantress," he murmured, his voice a smooth, seductive whisper that pulled her in like a promise.

Cassandra hesitated, her mind warring with her heart. This is just him being Clavis, a game, nothing more, she reminded herself. But she wanted it to be more. She longed to lean in, to let her heart win, to believe that the way he looked at her was more than just teasing. She saw the glint in his eyes—the dare, the invitation—she leaned forward, her gaze locked with his, and took the berry from his fingers, her lips brushing lightly against his skin, savoring both the sweetness of the fruit and the brief, intimate touch.

A soft hum escaped her as she pulled back, her senses alive with the memory of his touch. The berry was sweet, but it was nothing compared to the lingering electricity of his fingers, the thrill that raced through her veins. Did he feel it too? Or was he still playing the same game, one that was quickly becoming dangerous to her heart? It sent a jolt through her that made her breath catch. Her heart stumbled, as if it had forgotten how to beat properly.

"Delicious," she whispered, barely keeping her voice steady, though she managed to meet his gaze with a playful spark of her own. But behind that playful façade, her heart whispered a dangerous truth—she was falling for him, deeper than she ever imagined. There was no turning back. And more than likely, her heart would be broken one day. But she couldnt stop the fall…nor did she want to. Clavis was life to her, freedom, the very breath she took.

"Happy now?" she teased, her voice a little breathless, with nerves and exhilaration.

Clavis's smirk turned sly, his golden eyes glinting as they held her captive. "Ecstatic," he murmured, his voice low, teasing—but his gaze lingered, carrying an unspoken promise."But do not think for a moment, my lady, that I won’t be raising the stakes next time." His eyes swept over her, slowly, deliberately—the challenge in his gaze unmistakable.

Cassandra tilted her head, her breath hitching at the intensity of his stare, but she refused to let him see how deeply he affected her. Even as her heart pounded in her chest, she matched his gaze with a smirk of her own.

She had to keep playing the game, even though every word, every glance from him made her feel like she was standing on the edge of something much bigger. “Oh, I would expect nothing less,” she replied, her voice soft but tinged with a playful challenge of her own. How could she resist? When he looked at her like that, it was impossible to pull away. “But you should know by now...I’m always ready for whatever you throw my way.”

“Good.” Clavis chuckled, his eyes gleaming as he held her gaze, the tension simmering between them, unwilling to break. “My finest mischief always involves you.” The words were spoken with a light tone, but something darker, more vulnerable, flickered in his eyes.

As they fell into step behind Yves and Licht, Cassandra couldn’t shake the warmth still buzzing through her chest. Her thoughts spiraled, caught in an endless loop of his touch, his words—how effortlessly he unraveled her.

Did he know what he was doing to her? Could he see past his own teasing to the truth she tried so hard to hide?

It wasn’t just his teasing, or the way their hands had brushed—it was the way he looked at her—like she was something more, something he wasn’t ready to let go.

Cassandra sighed softly, the weight of her longing settling deep in her chest. How much longer could she play this game with him, pretending it didn’t matter? Pretending he didn’t already have her heart.

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♡ Suitors ♡ · Silvio, Clavis Nokto and Luke. 🩷

⌈ ⚠️ 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ⌉ Yandere themes, slightly suggestive, Murder. Fluffy yanderes 16+ ☺️

Silvio

He hates the man from the moment he sees him. How dare he approach you? It was very fucking obvious that you were HIS woman. You were covered in HIS Jewellery, wearing HIS fancy collar. It was clear as day that you were Silvio Ricci's possession.

No one should be approaching you. Especially not that sneaky cunt of a nobleman who has a reputation of being a womanizer. After he sees the nobleman put his hand on your waist, Silvio snaps and is by your side in a split second, his hands grabbing the guy so hard that his rings leave imprints on his skin. He shoves him away from you, and you take Silvio’s hand to immediately calm him down. You just know that Silvio will turn this into a fight if you don’t. Silvio huffs, still very fucking annoyed by the nobleman as nobleman dismisses himself, coming up with an excuse to leave, and apologizing profusely as he does so.

When he leaves, you pull Silvio in for a hug, Telling your sweet boy how happy you are of the progress he’s made, and how he didn’t do something like dumping the man in the sea. Silvio nestles his head into the crook of your neck and listens to you, feeling somewhat content with your praise as you give him your affection.

He’s still beyond jealous. How could a scummy little nobleman touch you? Especially when he knows that you belong to Silvio. HIs mere audacity was enough to land him dead in the sea behind the palace. If it weren’t for you, Silvio would have the man tied and then drowned. It’s only because of your kindness and your ability to deal with his yandere tendencies that he got away… That doesn’t fully mean that he gets off the hook though. Silvio is hateful, Very hateful and possessive. He’ll make sure that the man’s business turns into a living hell. May that be a lesson to the scummy nobleman never touch you again.

Oh, But Silivo’s jealousy will get toned down after you give him some kisses! Just don’t surprise him, and make sure that you give him a warning before you smooch him. You don’t want his face to turn the same color as a tomato’s while there are still other people around.

Or do you?

Clavis

“………”

A very long moment of silence, and cue to Clavis looking at the man with murderous intent. Ooh, what will he do to that man? He’ll dig a pitfall so deep for him, that he can fall in and possibly break a leg. He’ll fill it with poison ivy so that he gets problems with his respiratory system, and–

You notice your lover’s salty frown from across the room, then immediately know what’s up. You dismiss yourself and walk over to Clavis, enveloping your lover in your arms to hold him close. Clavis pouts, but hugs you in return before resting his cheek on your shoulder. “All he did was greet me. Clavis.” You tell him while snuggling against his chest.“

Clavis somewhat calms down, For now… And it’s only because you look so cute when snuggling against him. Still, In his head he schemes what he’ll do with the man late at night, before he returns home to you. He knows who the man is, and he knows how infatuated the man is with you.

That’s why he’ll deal with the matter later.

Now, Is it wrong, or is it right? Taking a person’s life just because they touched something that’s his? Was it immoral to be protective of what you hold dearest to you? Was it okay to stab someone, and then watch as the blood gushes out of them?

Clavis watches the blood seep out of the nobleman’s wound, and although he knows that he should feel guilt he feels nothing. In his eyes, he simply did what was right. The man shouldn’t have touched you. He shouldn’t have tried getting close to you, and it was his own damn fault that he was dead. Clavis kicks his body off of the cliff and watches as it plunges into the depths of a thick fog. The cold night air chills his skin, and the coppery smell of blood still lingers in the air. Letting out a resigned sigh, He decides to finally go back home to you. You’ll surely be waiting for him in bed, and he can’t wait to shower you in his hugs.

He’ll never hold another ball in his territory though.

Nokto

Oh. He’s mad alright.

He hates the man from the bottom of his heart. How could a disgusting insect like him kiss the back of YOUR hand? Nokto appears behind you and makes a show out of pulling you close to him by your waist, and then kissing your neck to show off that you’re his. Jealousy easily bubbles up within him when another man does as little as look at you. You are beautiful. Gorgeous, clad in one of the nicest looking dresses which he picked out for you. Other men getting to look at you was bad enough, But, having the audacity to touch you was foul. His display of affection, of course, makes the guy who kissed you leave awkwardly.

Nokto watches in annoyance as the man leaves, and then he pouts, looking like an annoyed little fox. He takes your arm to lead you toward the rose garden.

“Don’t go seducing other guys besides me now.” He teases you, trying to sound as unaffected as possible while you leave the ballroom together. But of course, you can see right through his facade.

In the garden, his lips are all over your body. His hands roam over your skin, and he sucks and kisses every inch of your chest. He loves you. He loves you so much, Your body, mind and soul. You’re perfect, and he adores you. So, don’t leave him no matter what, and don’t look at any other man. He’ll love you sweetly, and he’ll hold you even closer until his jealousy melts away… His jealousy of course, quickly dissipates when you cup his cheeks and kiss him. Your sweet words of reassurance make his heart melt, and he sighs in bliss as he rests his head onto your shoulder.

You coddle him all evening long, giving him your undivided attention and sweet affection. Needless to say, This wild fox is tamed and cuddly on your lap, absorbing all of the love that he can like a sponge.

Luke

Your protective boyfriend doesn’t leave you alone. That’s why, It comes as a surprise to both of you when a rather audacious man starts hitting on you right in front of him. You chuckle, clearly not fazed by the man’s flirty demeanor, and obviously finding him rather ridiculous. Luke, on the other hand, just watches as you reject his advances and laugh at him. You don’t waste any time entertaining the man, and simply hug your boyfriend closer. He wraps a protective arm around you, and shoots a piercing glare at the man so that he finally leaves.

Once left alone, you go back to munching on your honey’d snacks, and enjoying the theatre’s play. You have a nice day with Luke and forget all about the man from earlier,

Luke on the other hand hasn’t. He knows that the man who followed you to the theatre was a nobleman who was deeply in love with you, and thinking about how the guy must have been stalking you to get here was insufferable. He decides to take things in his own hands that evening so that the nobleman wouldn’t stalk you again. He waits for the man to appear behind a bar before grabbing him by the collar of his neck and slamming him against the building. Before he knows it, He strangles the nobleman to death– and then looking down at his hands, he feels guilty.

He let his obsession get the better of him, and allowed his impulsive decision to take control of him.

Luke comes home looking like a kicked puppy and confesses what has happened, expecting you to immediately berate him for what he did… But you don’t. He’s surprised when you sigh in exasperation but still comfort him, and tell him everything will be okay. You snuggle against your gentle giant and pet his head until he feels better, and his heart flutters when you run your fingers through his hair. Even after finding out about something like that, you were still so king. Even though he killed someone, you didn’t look at him like he was a murderer.

You still looked at him like he was your lover.

Luke hugs you tightly, then he kisses your forehead to thank you for not hating him. <3

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chirp-a-chirp · 2 months ago

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Ikemen Prince: Protection

Emma: *Picturing Leon’s soft smile* I WILL PROTECT THIS MAN WITH EVERYTHING.

Yves: You are over half a foot shorter than Leon is.

Emma: THEN I WILL WEAR HIGH HEELS AS I UNSHEATHE MY BLADE.

Yves: You HAD to teach Emma how to sword fight, didn’t you Licht?

Licht: It was either that or have her accidentally stab others.

Yves: And you just HAD to get Emma THOSE heels, didn’t you Jin?

Jin: Actually, that was Clavis. He’s our leg man.

Clavis: And yet she refused the pair with my special straps!

Emma: Those heels were more net than shoe. And the straps went PAST my thighs!

Leon: *Walks into the room* Now wait a minute, let’s see these shoes.

Clavis and Jin: *Grins*

Leon: JUST ME PERVS. *Picks Emma off and dashes away*

#ikemen prince #cybrid ikemen #ikemen prince leon #ikemen prince emma #ikemen prince yves #ikemen prince licht #ikemen prince clavis #ikemen prince jin #fluff and crack #otome

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princess-pray-a · 1 year ago

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Characters: Gilbert, Chevalier, Clavis reader

Paring: Gilbert X reader

Words count: 750

Synopsis : Clavis and KING Chevalier visit Obsidian as Rhodolite representative on birth of Gilbert and former belles (your) child. As Gilbert let's them meet the baby they both witness something that leaves them surprised and smiling in the end .

Gilbert holds his little baby just so precious, his eyes so soft on her his bloodlust gone the room felt so calm like a shrine ! Everyone including Clavis and Chevalier could feel that the conqueror beast was conquered by a little kid , something not even the most genius of men could do . His smile is so care free as he gazes at his little daughter . “ My little tiny bunny , you look soo much like your mother , let daddy protect you ok !?” He speaks to her his tone coated in honey, after coming out from his world of happiness a joy after being a father for the first time Gilbert glances at Clavis and Chevalier .” Fufu look how cute is my daughter Chev I bet you are jealous but you too have been an uncle , And Clavis I hope you won’t drag my little one into your pranks ! But I am assured you will help me like a good friend won’t you !?”. “ The mood grew slightly tense as Clavis understood who it was before him . The conqueror beast was a beast after all now a protective one . Chevalier heaved a sigh “ Ridiculous, I don’t care”. He was almost going to leave the room when Gilbert blocked his way out .” Aha nope nope atleast have a look at her , no wait fufu hold her see for yourself how charming she is!” With the gleeful smile Gilbert hands his daughter to Chevalier , Chevalier who was clearly annoyed now holds the infant with somewhat awkward clumsy handle on her yet being careful not to hurt or drop the little one . When he gazes at her face her brown doe like eyes sparkle and a giggle escapes her lips while her hands extends towards him, trying to grab him , Chevalier who always had even adults cowering at his intense icy gaze felt a sense of warmth and surprise at how this baby was clearly enjoying herself held by a man known as brutal beast , it probably was because she herself was the daughter of the women with the most beautiful heart in rodholite “ BELLE” and the conqueror beast as her father. Chevalier smiled a little the same soft smile he rarely showed some selected people . “ Ah Chev smiled ! Wow she even won over the brutal beast “. Clavis exclaimed . “ hhaha didn’t I say you Clavis … she “ Gilbert was trying to explain about how wonderful his daughter is when he got interrupted, he couldn’t believe his ears “ ma.. ma … mama” his little baby was looking towards the door while held by chevalier, there stood the love of his life mother of his daughter , you , THE WOMEN. WHO ONCE WAS BELLE. That was your daughters first words . You and Gilbert rushed to her but she was not done yet . “ pa.. pa .. papa fuuup “ she called gilbert. Chev holding the baby didn’t know what to do . He was confused why were both you and Gilbert acting so strange its just some words by a baby while Gilbert and you both were tongue tied and almost going to burst to tears. “That’s our baby’s first time speaking “ Gilbert spoke softly . Now he gets it getting to witness a child’s first time speaking is definitely something to behold he realized how warm Gilbert gaze felt . But what he didn’t anticipate was the child’s next move .“ cheu, chewu, chev “ she called out to him with her so precious smile . How could someone so small be so courageous . It wasn’t anything big but it was big for chevalier it was Important for him. And not only him she glance at Clavis and started calling out to him as well “ clai, clavi, Claveshee “ . Now it was Clavis’s turn to run to Chevaliers side “ dearie me ! You are definitely dangerous taming 3 beasts as soon as you start speaking How am i going to leave your side when you call out to me soo lovingly !you are going to be more courageous than your mother who married the world wide disaster !”Captivating the brutal beast , the conqueror beast and the pleasure loving beast all at once with her charms your little baby was definitely was an enigma who was to turn the world upside down ! . You thought as Chevalier handed you your baby while Gilbert pressed a kiss to your forehead ! While the four of you made your way to the gardens to witness something even more wonderful with you little life in arms.

THE END …

A/N CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING TO THE END ! I was soo much in awwe with the new card for gilbert in jp where emma has been changed to kid it made me write it💓💓💫😌 my hearttt feels blessed hope you like it !!

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cloudcountry · 1 year ago

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AUBBIE! Can I, can I get claves and mc dancing in the rain pretty please?

SUMMARY: you dance with clavis in the rain.

WARNINGS: None!! :D

COMMENTS: OF COURSE YOU CAN CECE!! i know clavis kissers are out there i hope i did your man justice <3

I FINISHED THIS IN LIKE TEN MINUTES I WAS SO INSPIRED...THANK YOU CECE <3

The pond bubbles as your feet sweep across the cobblestone, carefully stepping around Clavis’s feet so you don’t trample on him. He seems amused by your caution, keeping his hand steady on your hip as the other spins you around. You part your lips as you suck in a breath, the scent of fresh air and water and flowers soothing your anxiety. The paths are slippery under your feet from the rain, but you know he won’t drop you.

Well, just so long as this dance is entertaining enough for him.

You crack a smile but hide it in his chest, focusing on your movements. Just take it slow, you remind yourself. It’s just practice. It’s just for his entertainment.

You don’t have to speak.

He gathers you into his embrace as you come back to your original position, pressing you closer. There’s a smug look on his face, but it fades into softness, a gradient of emotion he only ever seems to show with you.

“Are you alright?” he teases, voice low and soft. It’s easy to forget that this is the same man that destroys the kitchen on a regular basis to make heinous soup for you, the same man that digs pitfalls for his brothers to fall into (although Yves seems to fall into almost all of them), the same man that left that banana peel in the hall that you spilled on one time.

“I’m better than alright.” you say honestly, and he looks surprised by the admission.

His hands burn through your clothes and you can feel him preparing to spin you again. The rain pitter-patters along the leaves and stones, splashing against the dirt, and there couldn’t be a more perfect ambiance.

“I’m glad.” he beams, and you twirl once again.

Except this time, when he brings you back to him, his lips find yours as his hands find your waist. You’re unsurprised, even though you feel like you should be shocked, and you lean into him as he continues to lead you through the garden in your slow dance.

“Clavis.” you whisper against his lips, a smile on your face and laughter bubbling up in your throat.

“Yes, my dear?” he croons, eyes half-lidded as he gazes into yours.

“You led us right into the pond.” you bite your lip and try to hold back your laughter, but it bursts free when Clavis looks down at his wet boots, ankle-deep in water, and cackles.

#auburn's fics <3 #auburn talks ikepri <3 #ikepri clavis #clavis lelouch #clavis lelouch x reader #ikepri x reader #ikepri fluff #ikemen prince clavis #clavis x reader #clavis fluff #ikemen prince

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thefemvoid · 21 days ago

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Rhodolite Rumors;Nokto Klein

Nokto Klein x GN!Reader (no use of y/n)

Prompt(kinda): You are studying for an upcoming test Sariel is letting you have time to prepare for when Clavis enters to do whatever he did(nothing probably) Around midnight Clavis leaves the library just as Nokto is entering.

(loading screen) Rumor for ref:

Warnings: Nope! Bad grammar and punctuation isn't technically a warning, lol. Use of Belle as a title. Dialog doesn't come in untill the second half.

You were staying up late that night in order to study for a test that Sariel had put together for you to do the next morning, you weren't thrilled with how late it was.

It was probably around 7pm, after dinner, when you had started studying for the test.

Around 10pm Clavis entered to do something, you were being really quiet, he hadn't noticed you.

It is now 12am and Clavis had been in the library with you for two whole hours now, he still hadn't noticed you. Around this time you hear the door to the library open, you glance up quickly to see Nokto entering the library with a book in hand. When he looks up he freezes when he spots Clavis staring back, neither speak.

You watch as Clavis exits past Nokto leaving the two of you there in the library, alone. Nokto walks over to the desk column you're sitting at, only noticing you once you flip to a new page in your notebook, and continue writing.

You flash a small smile at him and continue work.

"Good evening, Belle." Nokto greets with his usual sly smirk, "what are you doing us so late?" he asks, propping his head up on his hand that he is leaning on.

"studying for a test" You reply bluntly, nose still buried in the book you were taking notes from.

Nokto shut up after that for some reason, it was rather uncharacteristic for him. Eventually you finished taking your notes and revising them, grabbing your books. you stand up.

"Goodnight, Nokto," You said softly, glancing down at where he sat 'studying'. You hum and lean down to kiss him on the cheek that wasn't placed on the book he was reading earlier, "Heh, cute~" you mutter with a small smile, and leave the library so you could call it a night.

~End~

YAY! I did it!! I didn't think Nokto's would be easy to incorporate into this sort of thing(It wasn't) :3

Note: I would like to say that there are only so many rumors for these characters that are capable of being translated into a fanfic prompt, lol!

Keep in mind I am still new at this!^^

#ikemen prince #ikemen prince x reader #ikepri #ikepri x reader #ikepri nokto #nokto klein #clavis lelouch #fluff probably #im lazy #Rhodolite Rumors

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ikeromantic · 11 months ago

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Hello!

Wanted to send a fun a little ask from the prompts you posted!

Clavis

Pit trap

Black licorice

A little thought I had.

( nothing SUPER specific bit thought I'd share anyway) But please, do whatever you feel would fit the choices and scenario best!!

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MC is mad at clavis for who knows what, like REALLY mad and clavis just wants to fix it as soon as possible. He can't have his lovely MC mad at him forever after all!

So maybe after trying desperately to talk to her, they both accidentally end up in one of his traps that he had forgotten about. Certainly, I would give them time and space (lol) to talk things out, however upsetting the conversations may be. But it's necessary, and they get through it

You know I adore Clavis ^_^ Here is approx 1300 words of Clavis in a pit trap of his own making . . . a little angsty, a little sweet, a little salty. IkePri New Years Event story!

“I’m not your toy.” She stomped her foot, fists clenched at her sides. Despite her fearsome stance, her eyes were damp with unshed tears.

Clavis chuckled. “My dear, of course you’re my toy. Why else would I play with you, hm? Think about it.” He hoped to tease her out of this snit, and in the meantime, her reaction was simply adorable. Such ferocity!

She let out a long, slow breath, and her shoulders slumped. “You know what? I’m not doing this tonight. I’m tired and I’ve had too much to drink.” Her hand swiped at her eyes, wiping away a tear before it fell. “Goodnight, Prince Lelouch.”

“Lelouch? Since when are we on - hey! Where are you - wait!” Clavis chased after her as she rushed away, down an empty hall. She turned left, then right, trying to lose him. Which was ridiculous. This was his manor, afterall and he knew every nook and cranny. Including - “Don’t go that way! There’s a -”

His warning came too late. His lover tumbled down the hole and landed at the bottom of a pit trap. This one wasn’t too deep, but the walls were angled in and slick. Impossible to climb out of without help.

Clavis leaned over the edge of the hole and peered down. “Are you alright?”

“Would you just leave me alone?” Her voice was full of hurt, and he though he couldn’t see her face, he was fairly sure she was crying.

He sighed, shrugged, and hopped down after her. The landing hurt a bit more than expected, and he made a mental note to add more padding to the bottom. It wouldn’t do to injure a guest, afterall.

She looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open. “You have got to be kidding me. You followed me into the pit? Seriously?”

“Of course. I’m a gentleman. I can’t let my beloved fall into a pit trap by herself.” He ignored her frown and rolled eyes.

“Great. So now I’m stuck with you.” She crossed her arms and slumped to the floor where she could rest her head against her knees.

The position reminded Clavis of a hedgehog, all rolled up, every angle warning him not to touch. Which, of course, made him want to touch even more. Besides, he felt . . . unsettled. She was truly upset with him and it was a bit like having a pebble in your shoe. If the pebble was a hot knife and the shoe in question was your heart.

“Just until morning. Cyran always does a full check of all operational traps. He’ll find us.”

“Great,” she muttered.

“It really is! Now I have you in a place where you can’t run away.” Clavis knelt down beside her.

She peeked at him over her knees. “What do you want, Prince Lelouch?” She said his name and title like an insult, and from her it really did hurt.

“I want to know why you’re so - so -” his mind ran through possible words. Hurt. Angry. Sad. “bad at taking a joke.” Clavis seized on that one, the one that didn’t make his chest tight and his eyes ache. The one that didn’t whisper, she will leave you too, in the quiet parts of his mind.

“A joke?” She raised an eyebrow. “You told that nobleman I’m your plaything. Your words! And I . . .” she took a deep breath, wiping furiously at her face as the tears began to fall in earnest. “I thought I meant more than that to you.”

You do. The words didn’t come out aloud though. “I did say favorite plaything. You see? You’re very important to me.”

“See? That. Right there.” She stopped trying to erase the tears and just let them fall. “I like your sense of humor. Your adventurousness. I like that I never know what to expect from you. You upend everything. Turn all the rules on their heads.”

“Yes. I am a very amazing and wonderful prince . . .” Clavis cocked his head. He hadn’t expected compliments. Didn’t understand where she was going with this.

“I love you. I love all those things about you.”

He nodded. “And I love you.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “But you act like I’m just a toy you own. Replaceable. Something you’ll play with until it breaks and then go out and get a new one. And even if - if you don’t mean it -” Her tears turned into heart rending sobs and the words, whatever they might have been, were lost.

“But . . . there is only one you.” Clavis set a hand on her leg and was surprised when she brushed it away.

“Th-that nobleman doesn’t think so!” Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks flushed with emotion. “H-he thinks you can go to town and p-pick up any common girl. I’m j-just some worthless piece of p-pretty trash!”

Clavis felt his heart clench in his chest. Was this what she thought he meant? Was this how she felt? Her words cut into him, a wound that bled like fire. “I . . .”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she added quietly.

That calm statement froze his insides. Ice and fire together, burning him. Clavis didn’t care what some nobleman thought of his lover. But her hurt was real. He wondered how long this sorrow and anger had been eating at her. And he hadn’t noticed. He felt dumbstruck. A fool, just as Chev always said.

“W-when Cyran comes . . . I’m just going t-to take my things. And go.” She sniffled.

The air left his lungs, and for a moment Clavis was truly struck dumb. He struggled to breathe, to speak. Everyone he loved, left. He would be alone again. “No.”

She pushed the hair out of her face. “What?”

“No.” Clavis reached out and grabbed her hands, ignoring the way she tried to pull back. “I won’t let you go.”

“What are you going to do, tie me up?” A rebellious smile appeared under her tears.

He smiled back, his heart thudding in his chest. “If I have to.” Clavis swallowed. He hated showing his genuine emotion, his soft heart, but for her . . . anything. “But first, I - I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows shot up.

“I’m sorry for calling you my plaything in front of someone too ignorant to understand what that means to me.” He squeezed her hands gently in his. “You are my toy, my most favorite diversion. My very own, irreplaceable, priceless, one of a kind, beautiful, smart, silly, amazing -”

“Clavis, you’re being excessive.” She frowned at him but he noticed her tears were drying up.

“I am never excessive. As I was saying - amazing, wonderful, sweet -” he cleared his throat, “woman, that I love. And I can’t -” he coughed again, “I can’t imagine doing without you.”

Her gaze softened, the anger and sadness in her eyes wavering.

“Please. Stay by my side?”

“I . . . I don’t know. People are always going to think I’m only in it because of who you are. For the money and privilege.”

Clavis snorted. “No one who knows me will think that. Besides, who cares what idiots say? We’ll just sic Chev on them. Tell him they dog-eared a book page or something.”

She laughed then, and he knew he had her. Relief flowed through him like warm honey, sweet and thick and golden. “I don’t know if I’d want them to die like that,” she mused.

Her smile was everything, he thought. “Well, maybe not dog-eared then. Perhaps . . . cracked the spine a bit? Dropped some coffee on it? No?”

“Pretty sure all of those are a Chevalier death sentence.” She paused and took a shaky breath. “This is why you’re so bad for me, you know? I can be rightly pissed off at you, and you still make me smile.” She shook her head. “It’s bad for my heart.”

“Well. I like your smile. And you are cute when you’re angry so . . . I’m not sorry. I can’t ever be sorry.” Clavis smiled at her. “As long as I get to keep you by my side.”

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beneathashadytree · 1 year ago

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BOREDOM - CLAVIS LELOUCH X READER

Warnings : mentions of Clavis’ terrible coping mechanisms, reader is gender-neutral!

Genre : fluff and hurt/comfort <3

Word count : 1.6K words (oops!)

Additional notes : Dedicating this to @venulus, whose adoration for Clavis is infectious in the best way🫶🏽

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“Clavis,” they sighed, exasperation evident on every inch of their face, “What have you done this time?”

“Nothing,” came his cheery reply, though it was anything but reassuring. The grin on his face (though they couldn’t see it, they could perfectly well hear it in his voice) was the one that always came after he’d unleashed mayhem somewhere on the palace grounds, and the way he clung to them like white on rice was exactly like he often did to try and soften them up to get away with it.

“You’re practically squeezing me to death,” they pointed out, trying to wiggle their way out of his tight embrace and to push his face away from nuzzling into their neck from behind, but to no avail.

“Oh, to die in the arms of a lover.” Clavis sounded wistful as he dramatically sighed, his breath tickling their neck. “Wouldn’t that be the most forthright declaration of love?”

“I have no intentions of dying so young, thank you very much!” And with that, they practically ripped his arms off them, mentally preparing themself for the distraught expression that would surely welcome them as soon as they turned to face him. Still, they gave him no chance to guilt-trip them with his sad eyes and miserable pout. “Out with it. Who’s the victim tonight?”

“I wouldn’t call them a victim—“

“Clavis.”

“—not if they were practically asking for it—“

“I’m going to have to force it out of you, aren’t I?”

“—being so defenseless, it’s laughable, really—“

“This could be a horrible preface to many crimes. You’re really not helping your case right now.”

“—but anyways, it’s all in good nature. Fun and no hard feelings, and all that.”

His offhand attitude as he spoke made them realize that it must’ve been someone whose reactions he’d already memorized to the point that they were barely amusing anymore. “It was poor Yves again, wasn’t it?”

“Quite the easy target, I must say.” Clavis clicked his tongue in what seemed to be genuine disappointment, waving his hand as he settled back further into the sofa. “No shock value whatsoever anymore, when you check on your pits before bed to find the same person down the biggest, most obvious hole every night.”

Perhaps they were more exhausted than they’d initially thought they were, because they certainly didn’t put up much of a fight when he tugged them by the arm and sent them tumbling right on top of him. In fact, they only leaned back into his chest, and let him gently caress the soft skin of their thigh to his heart’s content.

They pondered his words and blasé attitude for a few moments, before finally—and carefully—speaking up. “You’re rather bored, aren’t you?”

Their prince stilled his (increasingly risqué, if the direction his fingers were trailing to was any indication) motions for a beat, then turned to them with a smile—the sort they absolutely loathed for how stiff it really was, compared to the usual lovely one of his that he’d only ever blessed them since they’d made him truly, deeply, incandescently happy.

“Implying that I’ve lost my touch, are we? I’ll have you know, nothing’s ever boring when I’m around.”

Shaking their head, their expression began to morph to one of genuine concern. “I asked you if you were bored. Not if you were boring, God forbid.”

What felt like an hour but was probably only a few minutes passed without a single word slipping out of Clavis’ mouth. If his heart hadn’t been pounding rather erratically against their back, they would’ve thought he’d never even heard them. But they knew him well enough to recognize the turmoil inside him that was ripping him apart:

To be honest and bare one’s most safeguarded vulnerabilities? Or to simply hide behind a curtain of falsehoods and niceties that he’d always wrapped himself in?

The choice was all his, and their patience in waiting for his answer went to show just how deeply they cherished him and every little lie and every cracked truth he’d ever told. He was invaluable in their eyes.

When he spoke up again, it was so quietly that they had to strain their ears to hear what he said—and even then, they had trouble believing what he’d actually said.

“Well, I didn’t want to offend you.”

But they had indeed heard him, and it was no use pretending that they hadn’t. As they’d not-so-easily found out (after dealing with his antics for so long, of course), the best tactic to approach Clavis was to hang on to his every word—that is, whenever he granted them the chance to peer into the windows of his soul that he’d obscured for so long.

“But why would admitting that offend me?”

Golden eyes looked away from them, a rare look of shame slipping through them for just a half-second before they cleared. After all, he’d long mastered the art of hiding his every thought behind a façade built on half-lies and crooked truths.

“How would you have felt if I’d told you that, despite having you around all the time, things still felt tedious?” When Clavis laughed this time, it felt more derisive than anything. He still wouldn’t meet their eyes, and that sent a pang resounding in their chest. “I’d never had trouble amusing myself before. So why now of all times?”

Pausing for a moment, they tried to clarify without looking away from him, in hopes of encouraging him to return their gaze—though if the ashamed look on his face was anything to go by, he wouldn’t be doing that anytime soon, if things weren’t cleared up fast. “So… you thought I might’ve taken it personally?”

“I suppose so, yes.”

“Clavis,” they sighed for the umpteenth time (it felt like this was all they’d ever done lately, but that was to be expected when dating the resident hellcat of Rhodolite, who just happened to double as the most wickedly charming man in all the land). “Do you want to hear what I think?”

Pursing his lips, he nodded. Inhaling deeply, they reached out to finally return the embrace they’d struggled so far to express how much they delighted in—but now, it seemed like he was in need of seeing just how much they cherished his every gesture.

“For starters, I would never—get offended by how you feel, that is. That would be terribly self-centered of me. No one should have the right to invalidate how you feel.” They gave him a pointed look before he could even protest. “Not even me. Actually, especially not me.”

“Noted.”

“Look at me, darling.” Maybe it was the tender but firm tone carried by their words, or maybe it was the sweet petname that had surprised him with its unexpected candidness, but for whatever reason, Clavis was unable to do anything but oblige them, and finally turned his wavering gaze to them. Reaching up to gently cradle his face in their hands, they spoke up again.

“You’ve spent your entire life striving to make a name for yourself, and doing your utmost to stand out. It almost felt like you were keeping yourself busy enough to ignore how you were feeling. A commendable show of strength, but not a very sustainable act.”

A flash of shock and thinly-concealed hurt crossed Clavis’ face at their words, then it disappeared before they could acknowledge it—though they still wouldn’t have taken it back, if it meant that they could reach him. They had to get this point across, before he ended up stifling every single negative emotion into numbness. And so they went on.

“Now that—and do excuse my rightful conceit in saying this—you’ve finally let someone in, you’re getting used to living a slower-paced life, one where less and less ridiculously high expectations are chasing after you.” They huffed out a laugh, thumbs gently stroking his warming cheeks. “If anything, I’m actually glad you’ve got enough time on your hands to feel bored in the first place.”

“But it feels agitating, sitting around with nothing to do,” Clavis groaned, momentarily shutting his eyes, before his gaze turned piercing once more. “I just can’t.”

“Then I’ll fill up your schedule. I’ll stick to you and drag you around everywhere I wanted us to go to.” Cheekily pinching his cheeks, they smiled up at their beloved prince, who was so uncharacteristically melancholic. All they wanted was to see him brilliantly beaming once again. “You’ll be complaining of blisters on your feet when it’s time for bed every night, and I’ll be begging you to shut up and quit whining in no time at all, before planning our next outing.”

Clavis looked almost seriously affronted at that, though his squeeze to their flesh showed that he was only trying to humorously pick himself up. “I’d never complain! What kind of prince would I be, if I turned into a useless lump after a bit of walking? And what sorry excuse of a lover would I be, acting the exact opposite of dashing in front of you?”

“You’d just be perfectly in-character, if you ask me.”

“How dare you!” His gasp and exclamation of offense only lasted a half-second, before he was carefully asking a question. “On another note, would our plans happen to include sneaking out and driving Sariel to the brink of insanity over suddenly not finding a single trace of us?”

They rolled their eyes (though they both knew that there was absolutely no malice in that half-hearted gesture), before belatedly realizing that they’d give in to pretty much every single whim and fancy of his, if he looked at them with as much tentative adoration as he did now. “Yes, Clavis, we’ll do it all behind his back.”

A delighted laugh escaped him, and they couldn’t help the way their heart raced at the sight of him looking at them so warmly, like they’d just hung the moon and the stars in his ever-dark night sky. “Dearie me, you really are my wicked accomplice.”

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Ikemen Prince boys as fathers - Jin, Luke, and Clavis

I've done the twins already, and that post surprisingly took off. I know the other boys would be different, AKA less heartbreaking, but I still got inspired to do them.

And this is only Jin, Luke, and Clavis as I've played them recently. I'll get to the last three boys once I play Yves' and Leon's routes.

Jin

When he learns Emma is pregnant, he's surprised but earnestly happy.

Of all the boys, he's the most prepared to be a father. He's already Second Dad to all his brothers, anyway. (The first being Sariel; I will not hear otherwise.)

That eagle eye is 100% on Emma throughout her pregnancy. He'll have anything from tea and sweets brought up for her to a doctor called before she even asks for them.

And he'll always make sure there's a bucket for her morning sickness as well as a chair designated for her in every room she frequents.

Jin about had a heart attack when Emma was surprised by the first kicks of their baby.

The way she clutched at her stomach, her eyes wide with surprise had his heart racing in fear for a good moment before she insisted the baby was just moving.

"You're gonna make me go gray early, aren't you little one?" he teased, resting his hands on her stomach even though the baby wasn't moving by then.

"I'm shocked your brothers haven't made you go gray now," she teased back.

Of course, he's got the normal worries about becoming a father lingering around in the back of his mind.

However, there is one fear that overshadows them all. Sadly, he's too good at hiding it behind either a smile or long winded rambles of how excited he is to be a father.

But his pupil is too good at catching things like his true inner feelings.

"Hey, you're gonna be a great dad. Just like you're a great king. And no matter how fat I get, I'll still be able to shoulder your burdens. It's the least I can do as your wife."

He chuckles, because the love and concern she constantly pours out for him reminds him just how indulgent a luxury true love is and how sad he is for his parents to have been torn apart.

"You're not fat," he'll always point out. "You've just got a little extra sand in your hourglass."

"A lot of extra sand," she'll correct with a smile, resting her hands on her bloated stomach.

Jin sometimes wonders if his mother looked like that: excited for him, a child made and born out of love, to come into the world.

The thought always makes him want to reach for Emma, as his father likely would have wanted to do with his mother before they'd been torn apart.

"But Jin," she'll always finish as he took her into his arms to hold, "I want you to know I'm not going anywhere. No one is going to make me. And I'll be right by your side as we watch this little one grow up, together."

She always got to the heart of it. Because, yes, he was worried about how people would perceive their king knowing he'd fallen for Belle like his father. The nasty rumors were already circulating, no matter how he tried to quench them.

But he was more worried that, like his father before him, there would be a group of people ready with a plan to chase his commoner bride away from him at the drop of a hat.

Sariel, faithful minister he was, was always there to assure Jin that he'd do everything in his power to make sure a tragedy like what happened to Jin's parents never happened again.

Jin was already prepared to go to battle, metaphorically, to protect what was his. But Sariel's support and moments like this only served to strengthen his resolve.

When Emma goes into labor, Jin is in silent worry the whole time.

Everyone knows it, too. Because Jin stays close by the room, getting mounds of paperwork done at a rate unheard of.

Yves bakes his favorite chocolate spice cake, Leon is there for moral support, Sariel continues bringing him paperwork while assuring Jin that the more he gets done now, the more free time he'll be able to spend with his newborn.

The moment Jin is informed he's allowed into the room, he promptly abandons everything to Leon.

(Leon doesn't mind. He just watches his older brother with a soft grin as he cleans up the paperwork to take back to the office.)

With quick but sure steps, Jin hurries inside the room, where he's greeted by his tired wife and newborn daughter.

The first thing that comes out of Jin's mouth was praise for Emma, how amazing is and how thankful he is to have her in his life.

Which turns into spoiling his little girl with words of how happy he is to have her in his world now.

"You'll grow up here with me and your mama," he whispers to her. "I promise."

Growing up

Jin ultimately has his one eldest daughter... and the rest are boys. (I'm thinking 3).

His poor daughter, she is the watchful eye over all of them and the cleaner of all messes. She has the patience of a Saint.

She's a lot like her father, actually. Minus the rebel streak of sleeping around or not believing in true love. She has her mom to thank for those things.

She's the reason Jin teaches all his boys to not be like him and have a bit (read: a LOT) more respect for women than he had.

Sariel is her favorite honorary uncle, actually. It used to be a tie between Yves and Leon, but as she grows up and matures, she connects with Sariel.

She studies under him as a teacher, but she also likes learning about his work.

"She's much more productive than you were, Jin," Sariel will occasionally tease over a drink.

Jin just smiles proudly. That's his little girl.

And she'll always stay his little girl, even when she's of marriageable age.

No man is going to be good enough for her.

"You can do better than that." "Trust me, dad, I know."

While still strong and kicking in his old age, he and his daughter come to an agreement about the next Belle process.

Due to the rules, it's unclear if she as a woman has right to the throne.

So he appoints her into Sariel's position, and she will have the task of choosing the next Belle.

Secondly, it is her job to ensure that Belle does not fall love with a prince a third time around. Though people may be more receptive to it than they once were, it will still be met with hardships and questions about fairness in the system.

But if it does happen despite all her best efforts, she is to fight tooth and nail to make sure that transition happens smoothly.

And he fully believes she will make that happen.

As for his sons, he loves all them even though sometimes... they take after him a little more than he'd like them too.

Yes, they make him go gray early...

But he's still a stud. ;)

Luke

Luke's world revolves around Emma and Emma alone.

So when that world changes and Emma announces she's pregnant, he's got some mental reconfiguration to do.

Because there's not just him and his wife anymore. There's another little life that Emma is bringing into the world. He's going to be a dad, and he's going to have another person to protect.

Once that clicks, protective bear mode activated. He stays within a certain radius of Emma at all times.

Not even honey works to lure him away. Those green eyes of his just turn dark as he stares them down with a ferocity that makes said unsuspecting person duck away with their tail between their legs.

It takes a combination effort of Emma and Jin to get him to do other duties out of the castle away from Emma.

And that's only because Jin and Luke have a gentleman's agreement that Jin personally watches over Emma while Luke is away.

For his adorable little brother, Jin agrees. He also is sure to add that he will protect Emma with his life as well as swear to give his life to Luke if anything were to happen to Emma.

Their relationship is still a little strained, but for the most part, they've gotten to the point they're on good terms.

And if Luke was being honest, Jin is the one person in the castle he trusts Emma with the most. He's not sure how to reconcile that in his mind, so he kinda just ignores it best he can.

On the other hand, Clavis is not allowed near Emma. There was a very... interesting meeting between a bear and leopard in the darkest hours of the night towards the beginning of Emma's pregnancy.

And Clavis has since decided to... well, not poke the bear.

He's much more adept to dealing with a brutal yet predictable tiger than a bear on the edge of it's sanity. And he'd like not to die today.

As Emma gets further along in her pregnancy, Luke uses her as an excuse to get out of work. Because she needs a break but she won't take one, so he's gotta make her do it. And it's valid because he's got to protect her and the baby, right?

Emma quickly becomes aware of this tactic and hence has had to either make a show of taking breaks frequently so Luke does not have an excuse to stop working or get creative and do work behind his back. She's enlisted many princes and Sariel to assist her in this.

It's a task and a half to get Luke to keep working, nowadays. But the one time she does let him take a break is when the baby is kicking. He gets a couple minutes to feel it move around before she forces him to go back to work when the baby settles.

At night, he always has an arm draped over her belly. He will protect this little life and his wonderful wife.

There is no getting work done when Emma's in labor. Luke is right there outside the door, waiting for the news.

And when he is allowed in the room, everyone knows to step out of the way of the towering bear making his way over to his newborn cub.

Emma hands him his baby girl, one with the beginnings of red hair like him.

He can't help but stare at her with reverence, a new love surging through his heart as he cradles her close as if he could protect her from the world.

"So, I was thinking," Emma starts, saying this only after she gave much consideration to this throughout the course of her pregnancy. "Is Leyla going to be her first or middle name?"

Luke is shocked to say the least, as Emma had never let on what she'd been thinking.

But as Luke looks down at his daughter, the name rolling quietly off his lips, tears start to from in his eyes.

"Either way," Emma continues, soft smile on her lips. "You're required to live the best you can for her, you hear me?"

It takes a moment for Luke's mouth to catch up to his mind, but when it does, he's crying when he responds. "Understood."

Growing Up

Leyla is spoiled with more teddy bears than one could fathom.

And she's always carrying one around with her. Furthermore, she gets bigger ones the more she grows so they're always very huggable.

Her dad is wrapped impossibly tight around her finger.

But it's not just Leyla; it's all Luke's kids.

Leyla was followed by a boy and then another girl.

Can you spell spoiled, because these kids are doted on by their dad.

It's up to Emma to make sure they don't become brats about it and actually do their work.

When he's not spoiling them, Luke is extremely protective. Heaven have mercy on anyone who messes with them because Luke won't.

Their honey sweet tooth runs deep. They start a bee farm in the back gardens. The special castle honey is basically a delicacy when foreign princes come to visit.

Yves and Emma both are constantly thinking of new honey recipes.

As the kids get older, Luke tells them about their aunt and how he wished he could have introduced them to her, how much she would have loved them, and why he's so sad during Bloodstained Rose Day.

But the exact circumstances around Jin's part in that are never told. All that's known is she passed in the action that day.

It's not until Leyla is much older does she question why Jin comes with them to Auntie's grave every year.

And while Jin's hard to crack, Leyla is persistent and doesn't give up. She's a red-headed Belle, through and through.

Eventually, she wears him down, and they go together to the grave for Jin to confess the whole story.

He tells her he's not seeking forgiveness for what he's done. He knows the gravity of what he did.

Leyla doesn't look at him for a while as she processes everything. She lays roses on the grave, roses she grew herself from the gardens she loved so much.

"Why."

"Huh?"

"You said that you did. But you've never said why."

"I took a life. Is the reason going to make that better?"

"I just want to know, because I just can't believe that my uncle is simply heartless."

The only reason Jin gives an answer is because this is his precious niece whom he can't say no to. "I thought there was no way to save her, and I didn't want her to suffer."

Leyla simply nods. Just as Jin thinks she's going to run from him, she hugs him instead.

"I forgive you," she whispers. "I can't force my dad to do anything, but I hope he'll forgive you, too."

Jin's heart breaks in ways he didn't know was possible. It takes him a second to regain his composure, but he'll eventually wrap this girl in a bear hug. Not that he can give bear hugs like her dad, but he tries best he can.

"Right, dad?" she calls out, very loudly.

Jin chuckles. So he's not the only one who knew Luke was around.

As Luke comes out of hiding from behind a tree, Leyla lets go of her uncle to give her father a hug.

"Don't kill uncle, okay, dad? He's trying."

Luke props his chin right on top his daughter's head as he stares Jin down. A weak "okay" is all he can muster.

When they get back to the castle, Leyla disappears off towards Sariel's office for her lessons, leaving the two men alone in the foyer.

"Her love is wasted on both of us," Jin says, deciding not to beat around the bush and just cut straight to the heart this time.

As much as Luke wants to deny it, he can't. "Yeah. I know."

His world may only include his wife and children, but there is a part of him that thinks it's for the best his children aren't like that.

And that's because of the small, heartbroken part of him that believes his sister would truly be proud of the people her nieces and nephew had become.

Clavis

When Emma learns she's pregnant, she does not tell her lovely gentleman of a husband, the King of Lelouch (provincial) immediately,

No. Instead, she ropes a poor, unsuspecting Cyran into her chaos.

He is nervous, not because he does not like the idea of pulling the wool over Clavis' eyes for once, but because he was the first to learn the Queen of Lelouch (provincial) was pregnant.

This would not bode well for Cyran later, he knew full well.

Emma swears to cover for him.

Anyway, they somehow pull this prank off without Clavis learning about it, and neither Emma nor Cyran knew how they did it.

After all, they took all the furniture out of the master bedroom and turned it temporarily into a nursery.

So, when Clavis comes in at the end of the day, a little before Emma so he can set up a bit of a prank for her, he stops and takes in everything.

At first, he's amused. The furniture was completely gone, and he had not a clue.

Good gracious, he was definitely overworking himself if he missed this.

He's clued in immediately that Emma had help doing this, and it was likely Cyran, considering all the heavy lifting and the small list of people who would dare to pull a prank on Clavis himself.

But then he kinda got offended because... were they calling him a baby? Yes, he was whining about work lately, and Cyran was joking that he was exhausted from hearing a baby's wailing, but...

Emma appeared right as her husband was about to have a mental breakdown. And she only knew something was off because that smile said "I'm hiding behind a mask".

"Sweetheart?"

"I've been betrayed!" Clavis cried dramatically, that mask of a smile still not leaving his face. "You went to Cyran, didn't you? My wife is sneaking around with another man. I'm hurt."

He made a show of pantomiming being stabbed through the heart.

"Clavis," Emma deadpanned, cutting past his dramatics and simply resting her hands over her abdomen as she glared at him.

"If you're so lonely that you're seeking out the arms of another man—of my closest companion, even!—then I..."

He trails off, realizing by Emma's glare that she's done with his theatrics, but his mind slowly starts working.

Hand over her lower abdomen, the bedroom turned nursery, the image of "Welcome, Baby Lelouch," on the wall.

His smile disappears, and now he's looking at Emma in wonder. "Are you..."

As much as she wants to, she can's stay mad at him when he looks at her like that. "Well," she says with a smile. "There's only one man I spend that kind of time with."

The smile he's wearing as he scoops her up into the air is a genuinely happy one. No mask in sight as he holds the love of his life tightly while spinning her in circles.

Clavis is in such a good mood that he even forgives Cyran for being the first to learn. "But it better never happen again." And despite his smile, that was a valid threat.

It's not announced to the province, yet. First, he'd like to announce it to his brothers.

That, and rub in King Chevalier's face that his dashing gentleman of a younger brother got married AND produced an heir before he did.

Emma knew that she had to follow closely along... as damage control.

As the news is announced, there is a round of congratulations, but mostly, there is a cloud of terror hanging over the castle.

A little Clavis... lord have mercy on them all.

"May you be blessed with a daughter," Sariel commented, watching as Clavis pranced off to find Chevalier.

"No, no, no," Emma warned. "Have you ever heard the wives tale that first-born daughters are a copy of their fathers?"

Sariel blinked a couple times, and Emma simply nodded.

"May you be blessed with a son just like you."

"Thank you."

Chevalier does not give Clavis the attention he desires. Most he gets is a split second of maybe surprise, but that is all.

When Emma finally makes an appearance, Chevalier does turn to her.

"My condolences for having to bear his child."

Which, with that smile, was as close of a congratulations as they were going to get.

When they return home, it is announced that a royal heir is on the way. Which the town is happy for... but also terrified. The King and Queen of Lelouch (provincial) are still swarmed with genuine well wishes whenever they go out, though.

It takes Emma some time to realize that Clavis' pranks, traps, and chaotic shenanigans have disappeared since she'd told him the news.

He'd actually cleaned up his act for her sake, and for that, she makes a point to reward him with attention and love.

To the point there are times he reconsiders this whole "pranks on Emma" thing.

In reality, he simply doesn't have time for pranks and traps when he's busy researching nutrition for pregnant woman as well as any baby information he can get his hands on. There's so much to learn in so little time.

He will not fail as a father, that is for certain.

He's constantly cooking Emma food with medicinal herbs to help her along through the various stages of pregnancy.

He's honestly in awe watching Emma grow and progress. He does make fun of her a little when she waddles or struggles to do things with her belly, but for the most part, he's a doting gentleman husband.

He does a lot for her, but she's the one who's always having to drag him to bed at a decent time. Otherwise, he's going to stay up late working on a self-rocking crib or delving into more research.

When Emma goes into labor, it's one of the rare times that Clavis' smile disappears. It is not a frequent occurrence, as he can smile through anything. But the longer time wears on, the less he's able to keep that fake smile in place.

However, upon hearing the news that a healthy son was delivered and Emma was fine, a real smile crossed Clavis' face that wasn't going to disappear any time soon.

He practically skips into the room, excited to see his son.

But once he's there, he softens because of the love that overwhelms him upon seeing the tiny baby in his wife's arms.

And when it's his turn to hold his son, he actually grows worried.

No longer does he have to beat his brother to prove his own worth, but now, he has to be better than Chevalier for his son's sake. He would not disappoint his child, that's for sure.

But that's... a lot of pressure to put on a broken man.

Luckily, he is married to an incredible woman who somehow knew how to make him feel like the best and only in the world when he felt inferior to everyone.

And that woman was telling him now, "you'll be the best father ever."

Growing Up

The First Prince of Lelouch (provincial) was very much like his father: incredibly hard-working, persistent, and, most proudly, a gentleman.

However, a reign of terror, he was not.

The provincial kingdom rejoiced.

The First Princess of Lelouch (provincial) however...

Oh, she would charm you, prank you, then make you feel guilty for hating her all in the span of half an hour.

Clavis is very proud. Of both his children, of course.

He spends a lot of time with them, so they pick up his habits. Like that of always smiling, of pulling pranks, and of the value of hard work.

Clavis' son wants to help people and be the best second king of Lelouch (provincial) he can be. Because they are a tiny province between Rhodolite, ruled by the scariest uncle around, and Obsidian, a kingdom with a... reputation.

But because of that, he's constantly pushing himself to be better and better for the people he's come to love that inhabit the kingdom. They will not suffer if he's got anything to say about it.

He will be the second gentleman-liest gentleman (second only to his father) there ever was.

It brings a tear to Clavis' eye whenever he sees such a marvelous spectacle.

Clavis' daughter, despite her chaotic streak, becomes the inventor of the century.

It actually becomes a security issue as Obsidian has their eye on her. Not that Clavis or Clavis's son would let anyone lay a finger on her.

She has accidentally blown up parts of the castle more than once. And Clavis is always so proud, though he can't understand the high staff turnover rate after every incident.

Because of those... unforeseen incidents, she is only allowed in Rhololite castle under specific conditions.

Emma is sure that between her kids and her husband, she will go gray early. Clavis assures her he is working on a potion to keep her hair that color forever.

Chevalier is the preferred uncle.

You see, Clavis' daughter is a bookworm at heart, thanks to her mother. So she stays on Chevalier's good side to gain access to his impressive library. And she's allowed to stay if she's quiet and un-destructive.

Clavis' son takes after his father in one other specific way: he's determined to be the best. So he's constantly challenging uncle Chevalier, partly because that's what he's seen his father do, too.

"Fool, you think you can beat me?"

"No, but I'll never get better if I don't test myself against the best!"

At that, Chevalier's stunned, but he'll entertain the boy for no other reason than amusement now.

"Of all the uncles they have, and they chose you as the favorite," Clavis has bitterly commented more than once.

"If you were any smarter, you'd realize why."

"Go to hell."

#ikepri #ikemen prince #ikepri headcanons #ikepri jin #ikepri luke #ikepri clavis #partly hurt/comfort; partly fluff

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