#clavis lelouch PoV

[ohtomatotome]

It's You. You're My Kink.

Recipient: @kokorokai as part of the ‘My Ikémen Valentine' Gift Exchange hosted by @ikemenlibrary

Characters: (Ikemen Prince) Clavis Lelouch and MC/Emma. Established relationship

Recipient’s Request: 🌶 NSFW content with a dominant Clavis

Premise: He knows she knows his weakness is alcohol and his fetish is her thighs.  But he doesn't know her weaknesses, fetishes, kinks, or fantasies. It's time to force some sexy secrets out of his lovely lover. Written from Clavis’s PoV.

Content Tags: consensual, soft dom, cunnilingus, sensory play, blindfold, light bondage/restraints, ropes, temperature play, spanking/impact play, anal toys, dildo, vibrators, ball gag, orgasm control, edging, begging, praise.

Word count: 7,500

Author's Notes are at the end of the story.

TITLE: It's You. You're My Kink.

Emma unwrapped the gift box and took out a skein of lavender shibari rope and leather wrist restraints. There was a pause as she held them in her hands before giving me a dubious glance. 

Oh? Already wary, are we? Heh, heh.

“I’d make a guess that you are inviting me to be your ‘lovely accomplice’ in setting up traps, but … Clavis, this … is not your usual rope for traps. And this.” She dangled the cuff from her fingers, “isn’t usually part of your traps, either. I’d hope, anyway?!?” A strained giggle, paired with her eyebrows pulled up together in confusion made an exquisite reaction.

Ah, well, let me spell it out so she’s not taken unawares when the fun begins tomorrow.

“What’s that? You say you would love to enjoy some alone time with your handsome prince? And you give your consent for some kinky fun? Oh, Emma, I’m so happy you decided to accept my invitation!” 

I noticed her eyes widened at the mention of ‘kinky’. Oh ho. 

My meaningful gaze bore down on her and I gave her my most wicked smirk.

“Oh! Oh, that’s what this is about? Clavis, your ruses and … gifts always make me second-guess myself. At first I thought it had to do with something sexy, but that’s not usually your style to be so obvious, so I was stumped.” This time, Emma’s giggle was adorably genuine.

The smirk still firmly in place, I waited a moment for her to continue. For her to give the answer I was certain of. For her to say ‘yes’.

But she only just looked at me, mild amusement on her face and nothing else coming out of her pretty mouth. 

Well.

I cleared my throat, “Aaaaand, my lovely lover? What is your answer? Do you give me your consent to try all manner of delicious deviant deeds this weekend?”

At this, her perfect cheeks turned a ripe shade of strawberry pink. 

Hm, yes that’s more like it.

She asked, “...all manner? Like what?”

Just as I was about to open my mouth and give her a most ambiguous answer, she hurriedly spoke again.

“Nevermind! I don’t think I want to know ahead of time. I trust you. Yes, darling, you have my consent for … kinky things.” Her hesitation towards the end came with downcast eyes and even redder cheeks. 

Excellent, excellent.

I clapped my hands once in triumph, crowing, “Wonderful! You can leave all the travel preparations to me. All you need to do is pack your own bag.”

I leaned forward so my face filled her view, and pitched my voice lower and with seriousness, without a trace of my usual flamboyance, “Listen closely.” 

She stiffened at this unfamiliar tone, curious eyes never once leaving mine.  

“This is what you will pack: 4 pairs of panties and bras, your most comfortable robe, and the new corset you will find in your bottom dresser drawer. That is all. You don’t need anything else to wear on this trip. Nod if you understand.”

Emma hesitated, looking as if she had a question to ask, but then nodded. A timid smile was creeping across her lips. 

I wanted very much to kiss it off her face, and then keep kissing her until we were both breathless. 

Instead, I kept my composure and merely said, “Good girl. Be ready to go in the morning. Good night, and sweet dreams. I love you.”

After a kiss to her forehead – mm-hmm, her hair smelled heavenly – I stood up to leave. 

“Uh- um, good night, darling. I love you, too.” 

I closed the door and inhaled deeply. Why did no one warn me that practicing dominance meant that you also were to be exercising extreme self-control on yourself?? Augh! 

I had seen a heated glimmer in her eyes, something I’m sure was not there before I gave her her packing orders. 

Good. Good. 

The experiment was off to a smashing start. I had intended to begin the kink level low, even before we reached my manor. This first part was intended to dictate her actions. By commanding what she must pack, my words and presence would continue to be with her as she is packing. She’ll be thinking about me all night and morning, long before she even sees me in the carriage. Every time she looks at her suitcase, she’ll be reminded of my strong tone of voice.

I wonder if she liked that experience tonight?

Emma liked it. Liked it very, very much. She sat on the sofa for a good long while, savoring the intimidating and arousing aura that Clavis had directed at her. It was so new!

When she finally pulled out the corset he had mentioned, she swallowed hard. This wasn’t a pretty lace and satin thing of lingerie. It was leather, well-stitched and expertly made for durability and comfort. It was an elegant shade of lilac, with an almost pearlescent sheen. Beautiful, actually. There were buckles and straps, metal eyelets and rings attached at various places that had nothing to do with the closures. 

Now that she looked at it with a critical eye, the row of three black and gold straps across the front mimicked Clavis’s short uniform coat. She bit back a chuckle at her fiance's audacity before setting to work with packing only the essentials he had mentioned, all the while her imagination filled with images of him.

“Stand here. Don’t move from this spot.”

We had reached my manor without incident, and I immediately went to work on my experiment to discover Emma’s hidden kinks. I removed my white overcoat, boots, and scabbard, placing them on the bench by the bedroom door. Watching her as I loosened the buttons of my lilac jacket and returned in a slow stroll, I noticed she was clutching nervously at her skirt. But she never took a step.

“Should I take off my clothes, too?” Her question was touched with anxiety.

“No,” I cooed, “You only need to do what I tell you to. For right now, place your feet a little further apart so you have better balance. Yes, like that. Well done.”

I delivered my praise with a light caress to her temple. I was pleased to see the glow of warmth was back in her exquisite eyes. My bunny must be liking this already. I wonder what is going on inside that brilliant mind of hers right now?

I slid the dark violet cravat off my collar and stepped around behind her.  Silently, I tied it around her head as a blindfold. Only when I was certain it was secure and she couldn’t see, did I lean in close to her ear to whisper huskily, “First: a little sensory deprivation to heighten your other senses.” 

She flinched at my nearness, but relaxed soon enough. Next it was time for the wrist cuffs. These were a thing of beauty, crafted by the same skilled leather worker who built Emma’s custom corset. They were made of white leather with padding on the inside and edges, adjustable buckle, and reinforced D-rings. Expertly designed to my specifications.

I gracefully slid my palm down from her shoulder to her wrist, stopping there to encircle her delicate wrist within my thumb and forefinger. Just a moment, just long enough to give her a hint of what was coming. I put one cuff on that wrist, tightening the strap until it was almost flush to her skin. “Tell me: Is that too tight?”

She shook her head. I saw it, but this wouldn’t do. Had she forgotten already? 

I tapped her lips with my gloved finger. “Use your words, darling. You must answer out loud when I ask you a question. Now try again: Is this too tight?”

“No. …sir.” The second word was added with apprehension, as if she wasn’t sure she should use the term or not. 

Sir? 

Hm. I certainly didn’t order her to call me that. Had she read such things in her romance novels? I didn’t want her thinking of those fictional men when I’m right here. Hm. Hmmmm. No. No, I didn’t like it. She needed to call me by my name, dammit.

I held her chin with my thumb to get her attention. “Listen closely: You are to call me Clavis. Not ‘sir’, not ‘master’, not anything else. Do you understand?” 

“Yes, Clavis,” her answer was confident now. 

Good. Very good. 

I let go of her chin and put on the other wrist cuff, then snapped the rings of both cuffs together so her hands were bound in the front. She still would have the use of her hands. The object of the cuffs was to give her a small taste of being restrained while I tease the rest of her body.

The next thing was a ball gag. I had made sure to choose the most breathable, most comfortable one intended for beginners. Despite those precautions, I was still worried she might find this item repulsive. Positioning it in front of her mouth, but still an inch away, I warned her, “I have something to put in your mouth. It’s meant to stay there and keep you from talking. If you don’t like how it feels, use the non-verbal sign on tapping me twice to remove it. Do you understand?”

“Yes, Clavis.” My lovely fiance opened her mouth obediently. 

Such a glorious sight. I wanted to fall to my knees and weep with joy. 

But no. No. I must continue to be the one in control. 

The Dom. 

Right. Back to work.

I set the ball inside her mouth, ordering her to bite down slightly to hold it while I fastened the strap on the side of her head. I waited a moment while watching her face for any signs of discomfort or revulsion. There came none. Just placid trust and patience. 

Oh, my sweet, sweet Emma. Well done. Very good. You're being so good for me.

This deserved a reward … which just happened to also be a test. I stepped close to her side, my chest touching her shoulder. My arms encircled her waist to hold her upright as my mouth came a hair-breadth away from her ear. I sighed softly, letting the warm air waft before I assaulted the shell of the ear with kisses, toothy nibbles, and noisy sucking. I didn’t let up until she was fully squirming and seemed unsteady on her feet. But not once did she safe-tap me to stop.

“Ah, your ear is so sensitive now, hm?” I whispered before flicking my tongue out to tickle her ear lobe. 

She jerked her head away in surprise, but my arms kept her balanced. I chuckled breathily as her face relaxed and leaned towards me once again. I kissed her cheek, down her jaw, and the side of her neck. 

Emma’s muted breathing grew heavier the lower my lips went. Where her blouse collar began I sucked and nipped to leave a splendid mark. I admired it a moment before moving my hands; one to grip the hair at the base of her neck, the other to slowly snake across her stomach and down, traveling over the waistband of her skirt. 

I could feel her quiver under my touch, but still she stayed in place. Oh, I’m so proud of you, my sweetest. My hand fisted in her luscious tresses and pulled gently back and to the side so as to expose more of her pure neck to me. I gave a quick peck to the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her neck again, this time focusing on the erogenous zone where the neck meets the shoulder. 

Meanwhile, my other hand continued its journey downward over the beautiful swell of her abdomen, palming her pelvic mound. I pushed the tips of my fingers into the crevice at the apex of her thighs. This earned a shudder from her and a gasp muffled by the ball gag.

So delightful. So trusting. So mine. I love her more than words can say. 

I glided my hand upwards to her bound wrists, holding them. My other hand had let go of her hair to settle at the small of her back. 

Humming my approval, I pressed a little kiss to her cheek, “You did so well, darling. Such a good girl for me. Now, let’s make you more comfortable, hm?”

After removing the gag, cuffs, and blindfold, I led her to sit on the edge of the bed. She was flushed, but her eyes were bright with delight and curiosity as I knelt in front of her. My hands rubbed back and forth across the tops of her thighs, ruching up the fabric of her skirt.

“Tell me: How did you like the blindfold? The gag? The wrist cuffs?”

Each question was delivered with as calm a voice as I could muster, even though I was bursting at the seams with excitement to know if anything had her galloping with arousal.

She paused before answering, as if she wasn’t expecting to be reviewed on her experience. I smiled and narrowed my eyes.

“Come, come. I’m not looking for an in-depth analysis. Just let me know if any one thing in particular stood out as a favorite.”

Recognition lit her face, as if she had just come up with an answer. As she took a breath to reply, I began unbuttoning her blouse. This action stopped her before any words came out. 

Heh, heh. I LOVE to keep her on her toes!

“Don’t mind me, darling. Simply multi-tasking while you talk. Go ahead, now. You were about to say the part you liked the best?” I flashed her an innocent smile, and began to kiss the notch of her throat, eager to keep kissing the skin I exposed while I continued unbuttoning.

She raised an eyebrow in skepticism, but spoke anyway, “I liked it when you gave me orders.”

I was in the process of leaning in to kiss the swell of her breast when this admission caught me by surprise.

Ah! 

Darling… ah, my lovely lover. Now it is YOU who have shocked me. Of all the kinky equipment, it was the commands that turned you on the most? 

I smiled into her skin as I sucked her nipple into my mouth, earning a responsive jolt and gasp from her. Oh, does she even know how much that answer pleases me?

I pulled away and nodded as sedately as I could, trying not to show how much her reply affected me. “Hm, I see. Thank you for the feedback, dearest. Now, let us continue the experiment, shall we?”

She quirked her eyebrow once more, but I offered no explanation as I finished undressing her and ordered her to lie face-down on the bed. I ran a knuckle lightly over her shoulder blades, murmuring “good girl” as she got comfortable. 

The second set of implements were intended to expose her to various temperatures and sensations. I was most interested in the last part of this section: impact play. Would my bunny enjoy being spanked, I wonder?

Over the next few minutes, I subjected her unblemished skin to an ice cube melting over the curve of her buttocks, melted wax dripped down her spine, feathers tickling her rib cage, softest cashmere rubbing up the backs of her creamy thighs, and rubberized mitts dagging over her hips. All the while, I gave her orders to either be silent, or be vocal. To either keep still or to wriggle and writhe. 

During the use of the equipment, one of the commands I gave her was to “respond as honestly as you can, however you wish.” 

And what was her adorable answer? “No, please, Clavis. Tell me what to do, what to say. Please?”

I couldn’t help but grin broadly at that, glad she could not see how thrilled I was at her plea. Of course I never let her know my joy. Instead, I bent down so my lips were next to her ear, and she twitched from hearing my threatening tone so close to her, “What’s this? Disobedience? Are you telling me what to do?”

She was quick to shake her head, uttering “Nuh-uh. No. I just … I, um… Sorry? I’ll do my best.”

I straightened up and patted her head proudly. “That’s a good girl.”

It was so cute seeing this new side of her! It seemed as if she was truly enjoying herself in this role. 

We continued, eventually getting to the impact play portion. I propped her hips up on several pillows so her gorgeous ass was raised high, perfectly poised for my hand. 

I noticed a slight glistening of liquid at the lips between her legs. 

Hm. Nice. I hadn’t even touched her there yet. 

I hadn’t warned her what was coming next. As I was rummaging through my case for the leather paddle, she ventured a timid question, “Clavis? Are you going to fuck me now? Is that why you stacked all these pillows under me?”

���So soon? Oh, no. Not yet, my lovely. Before we can get to that, we have so many more experiments to try.” I saturated my voice with wicked pleasure.

Her head dropped to the mattress, letting out a groan of immense disappointment. 

I chuckled, “Oh, don’t sound so discouraged. I thought you were having fun. But …” I paused, inflecting my next words with dramatic self-pity, “... if you’re getting annoyed with me and wish to stop and go back to your books, I’ll understand.”

Emma snorted with amusement. I could sense the frustrated eye-roll she was giving me. “No. ….Ugh, no. Don’t – “ she huffed, pausing a second as if she needed to recollect her submissive act. “PLEASE don’t stop, Clavis. Please?”

I was more than happy to oblige her eager entreaty. She was scrumptious when she acted like this: wanton for me to fill her, but pliant enough to go along with my schemes. I was rock-hard already, my already tight white pants made all the tighter.

“Mm-hm, you asked so nicely. I suppose I could continue.” I rested my gloved hand on her soft bottom, to hint at what was coming. “This next part may be a little intense, darling. So please remember to use the safe-word if you need me to stop. Okay?”

She meekly answered, “Yes, Clavis, I understand.”

“That’s my girl.” I began slowly tapping her butt cheeks lightly, alternating randomly between sides. Then increased the tempo. Then the force, just a bit. 

Her ass was slightly pink. Like a peach. Mmmm… so juicy, I could take a bite of that velvety flesh. Fuuuuuck, I want her now.

No.

Not yet.

I removed my gloves and ran my hands soothingly over the skin, reveling in the warmth and softness, trying to rein myself in.

She hadn’t made a sound until my bare palm met her skin – that’s when Emma gave a happy fluttering sigh, like the releasing of doves. 

Oh, my sparkling jewel. My beautiful bride-to-be. My everything. How can one exhale from you do such things to my soul?

I took a deep breath and pulled my hand back, aiming for the next series of spankings. Each got progressively harder and closer to her center, near her lips. Droplets of clear nectar dotted the pillows beneath her. It coated my hand more and more as I slapped her pussy. But still she only moaned. She gave no signs of pain or reaching her limit. Marvelous.

I stopped to wipe my sticky hand on a towel, rewarding her with a low-pitched “You’re such a good girl for me. Now, I’ll need you to count each spank, okay? Can you do that for me?”

There was an immediate nod and “Yes, Clavis!”

Again, my domineering posing was protected by her not seeing the big smile I wore. Honestly, I don’t think she had ever been this complaint before. And she seemed so happy to be in this role!

I decided to leave that pondering for a later time, as there was a perky red ass waiting to be slapped right now. I picked up the paddle, and slowly sounded out several hits to the globe of her cheeks, sweeping upwards to channel the force away. She counted as each one turned her skin darker, making it glow with heat. 

I stopped my motions, using the cashmere to soothe her inflamed ass and offer a change in sensation. 

“Very, very good, dearest.” I picked up an ice cube as I asked, “Now, time for more feedback. Which of these experiences did you like best?”

As if to remind her of where we started, I slid the ice over her buttocks to cool them down. She gasped and shrieked almost in the same breath, jerking her hips at the cold sensation. I kept the ice moving quickly, so as to disperse as much healing coolness as possible. It melted within seconds. 

God, her cheeks were red and taut like a ripe plum. She looked good enough to eat.

Ah … That was an excellent idea. 

It might be slightly ahead of schedule, but I needed to do SOMETHING to clean up that rivulet running down her inner thigh before it completely drenched the pillows.

She hadn’t answered my question yet.

Hm.

I knelt on the bed behind her and between her legs, gently spreading her thighs with my hands, getting ready to tease her entrance with my tongue as soon as she started speaking.

“Tsk, tsk, I asked a question. You need to answer. Now.”

Emma began, “Well, I re–EEEE! Ah, mmmm!”

I had lapped ravenously at her juices, rejoicing at the lewd sounds it made. And at her own vocal additions, too, of course. I loved her squeals, her moans, her gasps, her groans. 

I pulled away just long enough to give her a warning, the hungry growl in my voice not intentional, “Answer, Emma,” before diving back in to finish cleaning her up. 

I could get drunk on how she tasted, how she smelled. The musky fragrance filled my lungs. How much longer could I hold out before needing to have her?

She managed to eek out a few words, no semblance of formal sentence structure to be found. Something along the lines of, “Commands. You, your touch. With orderssss. ….f-force me. Love spanking. Pleeeeease, please…. More, more control.” 

Those were the words I was able to make out between the whines.

Hm.

She wants to be controlled more? That fit well into my next set of plans.

I petted her hair fondly as I gave her time to come down from the stimulation. “Very well, my lovely fiance. You’ve done so well for me. I think you’re liking this, aren’t you?”

She turned her head my way and dared a glance up. I knelt next to the bed so she wouldn’t have to strain her neck to see me. Her face was beet-red, eyes moist and dreamy, a sleepy smile on her lips. She had caught her breath by now.

“I am. Oh, I am, Clavis. But …” She bit her lip, eyes sliding away from mine.

I knew that look. I LOVED that look. She wanted something, but was feeling foolish for asking. I wanted to pull the truth out of her. Tease it gently, unravel it thread by thread until her innermost wishes were laid bare, safe and vulnerable in my hands.

I began to stroke her hair again, and her eyelids immediately fell shut in contentment. Soft as a summer breeze, I asked “But what, my love? You must tell me, or I’ll never know.”

Her relaxed features twisted suddenly in annoyance, eyes no longer moony but now flashing with sparks. I stopped petting her, doing my best to keep a look of total innocence on my face.

Of course I knew what she wanted.

I wanted it, too.

But not yet.

…Not. Yet.

“Clavis. I want you to make love to me. You already know; I said it before. Please? Don’t … don’t make me ask for it again.”

“Ohhhh, that. Hm,” my tone was non-committal, teasing. I leaned in to kiss her temple, smiling where she couldn’t see me. “Don't worry, I will satisfy you completely. In due time, in due time. But before that can happen, there are just a few more experiences I need you to have, and then review.”

I was being an absolute villain. I was pushing the bounds of her patience. 

Would she angrily stomp out of here, cursing my name? 

Or would she remain, but grow sullen and cold to my touches?

A plaintive whine left her throat, surprising me. Emma's gaze smoldered, the fiery frustration giving way to a simmering desire. And there was something else in her face … was it uncertainty? She reached out to grip my wrist, a silent request. 

What was this about? Was she unwell after all? For a moment, my mask slipped. Concern pinched my brows. My voice was naked, forgetting to dress up in neither dominance nor feigned innocence, “Emma? Are you really okay with continuing?”

She must have sensed my seriousness, because she squeezed my wrist in reassurance before letting go as she nodded. “Yes, truly. I’m sorry if I made you worry. I only whined because … because I am so SO ready for you, and I don’t want to wait any longer. But most of all, I don’t want to beg. And it … it feels like you are pushing me to the brink in hopes of making me beg, like I’m some dog,” her pretty mouth turned down in disgust, “Is that what you are doing? Please, be honest, just this once, no tricks. What is your aim in all these sexy experiments?”

Ah.

So this is something new I have learned about her. Fascinating.

“Sweetest. Darling. I admit I am trying to find out your limits for certain things, but not the boundary you’d cross for begging. My aim, hm? I promise I’ll tell you when all the tests are done. So you keep your pleas unspoken, I do not want you to beg. I only want your honest reactions. I won’t leave you unfulfilled.”

“Promise? I feel like you’re teasing me much more than usual.” A pout began to form on her luscious lips. 

“I promise.” I brushed a damp strand of hair behind her ear and pressed another kiss to her temple before standing up. “Now, let’s have you sit up so I can put one little thing on you before you lie on your back.”

My goodness, what a glorious sight. 

Was there any man on this earth as lucky as me, to be blessed with seeing his lovely lover trussed up, spread out, and waiting in complete trust? I stood back to take in the full view, and swallowed hard. 

I had taken great delight in lacing her up in the custom-made corset, seeing the leather pulling taut against her breasts. Her wrists were back in the cuffs, attached to the headboard. One leg was bent at the knee, pulled back as far to her torso as was comfortable, and then bound in that position with the lavender rope. Her other leg was restrained at a similar angle in a white leather straps to match her cuffs (a gentleman makes sure his lady’s accessories always match), clipped to the rings in the side of her corset. 

It was an uncoordinated sort of look, more slap-dash than I had originally planned. Also, I was irked at not getting to try out the nipple clamps, but they wouldn’t work at the same time as having her wear the corset. 

Was I rushing the schedule? 

Perhaps.

Was I loading up all the implements and toys in one go, instead of one at a time like I had originally planned?

Maybe.

Was it because I was hanging on to my self-control by a thread?

Yes.

Yes, absolutely.

I had been straining at the front of my trousers so tightly that I decided to remove them and everything else I was wearing.

“Comfortable, darling?” I asked as I walked around to the head of the bed once more. Emma eyed my erection greedily, licking her lips. 

But she only said, “Yes, Clavis.” 

Her voice was sweetly obedient. The sound of it made me proud enough to crow from the rooftops.

“Then let’s begin our last set of experiences. You asked for me to be even more controlling, so that’s exactly what I’ll be doing. Don’t forget to use the safe-word if you need to. Do keep in mind that I will be asking for feedback. So try to keep track of how everything I do makes you feel.” 

I kissed her full on the mouth quickly – too quickly so she wouldn’t have time to reciprocate – then gave her a cheeky wink before strolling to the foot of the bed, where I had a tray waiting with lube and various toys, plugs, dildos, and vibrators.

Choices, choices.

Where to start?

I looked adoringly at the two holes presented to me: one inviting and glistening, the other shy and puckered closed. Hidden at the top of this sight was the precious little rosebud that led to the high-pitched squeals I loved so much.

Deciding to start out slow with minimal invasion, I lubed up the tiny anal probe vibrator and smeared a dollop at the entrance of her ass. I felt her shiver at the touch, yet I pushed in slowly, slowly with the tip of my finger until it was finally granted at admittance. Emma gasped. I slid the probe in next to my finger until it was all the way in where it needed to be. Then I moved my finger in and out slowly a few times to help that area relax, to get her familiar with the sensation. 

When I pulled my finger out, I pressed a lubed-up anal plug to the entrance until it sunk in. There came a tiny groan from my lady love. The facets of the princess-cut amethyst at the end of the plug caught the light and twinkled at me. I couldn’t help but smile with satisfaction at the view. I decided right at that moment to buy her matching amethyst earrings made with the same exact cut. It would be our own little private joke when she wears them in public.

“Turning it on, my dove,” I crooned a warning before toggling the switch on the probe.

“Huh? Turning wha–aaAHH!” Her hips jolted off the bed as soon as the vibrator went to work in her pert little asshole. 

Miniscule moans were uttered from the head of the bed as I began to prepare the next toy: a dildo with a harness that connected to her corset rings to keep in place, so it wouldn’t get pushed out in her exertion. It was needed since my hands would be busy elsewhere. No lube was needed for this one; she was already wet enough to have a pool gathering on the purple towel underneath her. I rubbed the head and shaft along her folds, coating it in her essence. 

This earned an audible inhale from her; does she know how her sounds drive me mad with lust? 

I pushed it in slowly, letting her adjust to the size. It was another custom-designed item, made especially for tonight. She hadn’t seen this dildo before, but if she had there would have been recognition in the length and girth, even the slight angle. Of course it was a product of my ego. But if she was going to have anything inside her besides me, then I wanted to be like me in every way possible. 

Once it was in all the way up to the hilt, I pulled it out at a lazy drag asking, “Still feeling fine, sweetest?”

“Uh-huh,” she confirmed while wiggling her hips to bring back some friction. The restraints of leather and rope made this futile effort extremely entertaining. I gave her what she wanted: I thrust the toy in and out repeatedly at her favorite pace. The languid moans rose in frequency and pitch. 

God, she was magnificent.

I. Needed. Her. Now. 

I held onto my sanity long enough to thrust it in one last time before attaching it to the harness. A questioning whine came from her throat as she saw me move to the side of the bed with the tray. From her vantage point, she wouldn’t be able to see the vibrators I was going to use. 

Okay, time to get into the role, Clavis. 

You can do this. 

This is the last big hurrah. Time to finish things up exactly how she’d like. With complete control. 

I wonder: when she asked me to take more control, did she have any premonition that I’d be ending the experiment with edging and orgasm control?

I began to tease her clit with the lowest setting on the most gentle toy. Switched over to a powerful wand for an intense but short time. Then switched to an intermediate one, moving all the way through the speeds, gauging her reactions. I was careful to keep an ear to her breathing while watching the telltale signs of her hips. 

All the while I was changing the toys to keep her on her toes, I was issuing commands. Things like: countdown from 5, stay silent, moan loudly, scream my name (that one was fun), keep still, don’t you dare cum yet, etc. 

Each time she obeyed, I rewarded her with a “good girl” and a deep kiss. Sometimes I just kissed her through the exquisite trials of a particular vibrator. Other times I slowly massaged her sensitive bundle of nerves with my thumb, sometimes my tongue. I lavished attention on that treasure until her chest was heaving with exertion and the breathing was ragged. 

I had lost count of the times I brought her almost up the edge and then brought her back down. 

I moved all the vibrators aside and sat on the edge of the bed so she could see my face. 

This goddess, this angel, was mine. Completely mine. 

Sweat-soaked face, eyes glazed over with lust, lips dry from panting, hair a total mess. 

She had never been lovelier.

And never once did she beg. No plea of “Just let me cum!” There had been plenty of cursing and saying my name as if it was a curse itself. Lots of delicious moaning, gasping, squealing, and sighing. But no begging.

Amazing. My Emma was simply amazing.

I let her catch her breath before I reached out to cup her cheek and ask, “Now, if you please, I would like some feed-”

…”CLAVIS.” Her hoarse voice was serious. As were her eyes. 

I stopped talking immediately, my attention entirely on what she thought was important enough to interrupt our review. My elegant eyebrows lifted in silent inquiry.

“No feedback,” was all she said.

I echoed her, asking “No feedback?”

“No feedback,” she repeated.

“Care to elaborate, dearest?” I cooed while stroking the side of her face with my thumb.

“No.”

I started to panic a little. She hadn’t used the safe-word, so I had thought she was enjoying being endlessly edged to hell and back. Had I been wrong? Had I missed a cue? Did I hurt her, and she was just being brave? Was she angry with me? 

Something resembling concern must have made it through my mask of dominance, for she sighed and added, “I’m not injured or sore. Maybe a little overstimulated. But I’m fine. I would have used the safeword if I had been unsure about continuing. So don’t look so worried, Clavis.”

Ah.

…okay.

I was flummoxed as to what made her so taciturn all of a sudden.

“You want your feedback, don’t you? Then you’ll get it. But only after you satisfy me.” That severe expression held no room for compromise. 

I loved seeing her so serious. She was breathtaking. How I loved her! 

As my lips began to curl into a pleased smile, she cut in with a demand of her own: “Fuck me, Clavis. Now.”

My smile froze.

Great heavens, she was irresistible like this.

I felt compelled to obey, even though I had been the one issuing commands all day. I attempted to remain smooth and masterful as I lowered my face within inches of hers. 

Feigning nonchalance, I said, “I suppose I could make a compromise, since my lovely fiance is so desperate for me.” 

She rolled her eyes, quirking her mouth into a wry expression. “Well, get on with it. I’m … I am – ugh, Clavis, don’t you … ?“ 

I forstalled her fumbling words by pressing a kiss to those pouting lips, giving her time to gather her words. Would she beg, I wonder? 

At last she mumbled, “I need you. Don’t you … need me, too? Or is this teasing torture all you want?” Those tender eyes slid away from mine, downcast.

Arrows. To the heart. A barrage of steel-tipped bolts lodged in my chest, stealing my breath. 

Oh, my precious. Had I made you doubt my desire for you?

She hadn’t begged or bargained after all. She hadn’t needed to. Not that I ever wanted her to. That hadn’t been my goal.

My goal.

Oh.

In the delicious taunting and torment, I had almost lost sight of why I started all this. 

I wanted to find out her secret kinks, her guilty pleasures.

Sighing an apology, I hurriedly kissed her lips. “No, no, my sweetheart, my dove, my everything. Of course I need you. I’m sorry. The –”

–” then why –” she began.

I immediately rushed in with the explanation she deserved, – “because I wanted to discover what set you aflame. You already know I’m crazy about your thighs. And well, everything about you, truly. And you know all my weaknesses. You know how to drive me wild. I feel at your mercy every time we are in bed. I … I simply had to find at least one of your fetishes, a kink, a secret touch or toy that made you lose yourself to me the way I feel helpless around you.”

There.

I had come clean.

I feared she would laugh, even though I knew my darling would never ridicule me when I was laid vulnerable to her like this.

And yet.

I was scared anyway.

I felt more naked than I actually was. Like my chest was open, heart exposed.

“Ohhhh. Clavis.” Her sympathetic sigh was balm to my nerves. My name on her lips was full of love and acceptance. Not a scrap of judgment or mocking was present.

She began to reach her hands to me, forgetful of their bondage. The clanking metal of the cuffs’ links jangled me out of my self-pity, reminding me to school my features into something less pathetic.

“Let’s get you out of these, hm? I think the sexy experiment is over. It yielded no results.” I attempted to sound like my usual self as I unclasped the leather restraints from the headboard.

“You’re wrong, honey. I thoroughly enjoyed myself.” The sultry smile on her face grew.

I simply blinked at her while I undid the buckles to free her wrists.

Emma continued, “Perhaps the feedback wasn’t what you expected. But I could have told you what you wanted to know without going to all the trouble.” 

Hmmm?? What was this?

She bit her lip slyly before adding, “Not that I didn’t like the, um, experiments. It was a fun and new experience with you.”

I kept silent, but nodded to encourage her to continue. What was she going to divulge?

I moved to the foot of the bed to undo the ropes on one leg and the leather straps on the other as she spoke.

“None of those toys or equipment were something that unlocked a new deviant side of myself. There was no one particular place you touched or action you did that wasn’t more special or spicy than the others. But there was one constant throughout the entire adventure that kept me aroused more than anything else.”

After I tossed the rope and restraints to the floor, I noticed the imprints left behind. Little lines indented her supple skin. My fingers traced them gently, lovingly. Her thighs were like a canvas for the rope patterns. I was relieved to see there were no angry red marks. I kissed the trail of criss-crossing marks, reveling in the softness of her glorious legs. 

She paused, as if waiting for me to give her my full attention. I rose from my worship of the world’s most perfect thighs and asked, “Oh? You’re giving me feedback after all? Lucky me. Do go on,” I purred as my palms glided from her hips to her knees.

“It was how you acted. You were still Clavis. The Clavis I love. But you were also … more. Different. It was the domineering act you put on. The way you commanded me to do or not do something. I loved submitting to your orders. I … I enjoyed putting myself completely in your control. Because I trust you. And because it felt exhilarating to be at the whims of a man who usually is out of control.” 

She giggled, giving me a knowing look. It was the truth. I didn’t interrupt her to say she was wrong. 

Emma went on, “You are chaos incarnate, sweetie. Your political plans are masterful, but your outward attitude is so flippant, so unpredictable, that nobody realizes how dastardly clever you truly are. But today you behaved differently. You were so sure of yourself. Sure of what reactions you wanted to pull out of me. And that was what put me into a frenzy more than anything. It was seeing you execute whatever plan you had in mind, and entrusting myself to your care. Because I love you and I know you would never hurt me.”

My mouth had gone dry and I realized at some point my hands had stopped their trek across her sumptuous legs. 

The full impact of what she said was still hitting me: None of the bondage gear or implements or sensation tricks I used were effective at uncovering a new kink. 

It had been me! And her! It had been the Dom/sub roleplay that had been at the heart of her arousal this whole time. 

I almost laughed out of sheer exhaustion at realizing that we hadn’t needed any of the periphery, not a single whip or blindfold or toy. 

All we needed was the two of us.

“It’s you. You’re my kink.” Her sheepish words echoed my thoughts. “There’s your feedback. Now. Ahem. Clavis, I believe you were FINALLY about to fuck me, right?”

“One hundred percent correct, my lovely lover. But first let’s get this off you. I don’t want anything between us.” I made fast work of the buckles on the front of her corset.

Taking into account how tired and sensitive she was from all my previous ministrations that day, I didn’t over-exert our love-making. That first time, at least. The rest of the weekend was full of intense, laborious exercise in bed. I gave in to every one of her whims and requests.

On our final afternoon in the manor, Emma slid off of me, panting, before she caught her breath enough to speak her mind. It somehow flowed from the conversation we had had on that very first day of the experiment.

“No one gives you enough credit for all the effort and intellect. You keep your brainpower too well hidden, and it frustrates me that people don’t appreciate how smart and resourceful you are. Do you know how it feels to have everyone think I love a fool? How it feels to have everyone look at my husband-to-be like he’s just some weird idiot, instead of the intelligent and caring and amazing man he is inside? Do you? I don’t think you do, sweetie. It’s infuriating. And you never correct them!”

“Heh. And neither will you. Ever. I prefer it that way. And you know why.”

She did. And it set my heart aflame to know that she understood my wiles and reasons, yet still got angry on my behalf. 

Oh, darling. I don’t deserve you. 

Knowing that she adored my hard work and brains was enough to spark a dozen new ideas for the next time we had a weekend away. 

She loved my cunning. And my cunnilingus. I would put both to work next time, along with that domineering side that drove her wild.

I grinned wickedly.

She saw it, and responded with a wicked smile of her own. “Uh-oh, what does THAT look mean? You look positively villainous… I love it.”

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AUTHOR’S NOTES: 

😏 I’m curious to see what the readers think their safe-word is? Comment or reblog with your idea! I can’t wait to see what you guess! Hee hee!!! 😘

I don't usually write in first-person PoV. But for some reason when I started this, Clavis INSISTED he be the one to speak. The words must come from his mouth and not from a disinterested observer. Pfft. Okay, pal. Man, he can be pushy. And he's SO GOOD at getting his way!!

Kokoro! Bryn had mentioned you said “It’s Valentine’s Day, I want them to fuck!” 😏🤣 LOLOLOL And here I realized by the time the D/s scenario had wrapped up, Clavis still hadn’t DONE THE DEED. 😳🥹 Ack! I’m sorry! 🙈🙃😅 It was implied that they did, indeed, fuck several times during their weekend away. But I didn’t have time to write it all out. I’m sure the scenes would be far more delicious and steamy in your imagination than I could put them into words. So please visualize to your heart’s content! 😈😉

[greychaosdump]

Memories of Christmas (His P.O.V - Clavis Lelouch) Premium Ending

Clavis went to the bookshop where MC was reading books for children during the Christmas season. He was so enamoured by her. His brain was empty, only MC.

So MC told some of the children that she was going to be spending Christmas with her lover. Clavis overheard this and he started to feel giddy.

When Clavis found time to approach to MC after the reading was over, the children who were previously talking about them came up to the couple. Clavis admitted he was the lover and the kids were all like "wow, you look like a prince!". I think he was eating it up ngl.

I believe in the later parts of the premium ending, Cyran makes an enterance, but only to point out that Clavis was going all-out for Christmas. Well, more than his usual.

Clavis said that it was because his first Christmas with MC, and that's why he's going for the extra mile. Emphasising on their first Christmas, because the first is an important memory to him.

[theimaginativelyreticent]

Dreams of a Beast (Ikemen Prince 3rd Anniversary)

Gilbert von Obsidian - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium End (His POV) || Epilogue

Chevalier Michel - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium (His POV) || Epilogue

Clavis Lelouch - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium (His POV) || Epilogue

Litch - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

Nokto - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

Silvio Ricci - Chp 1 || Chp 2 || Bitter End || Premium || Epilogue

*Bitter Ends will be uploaded if I get them...*

[misty-moth]

POV: You have just complimented Clavis Lelouch

[scorchieart]

Heyy can i please ask for clavis/8/comfort/2nd pov?💕

Characters: Clavis Lelouch x F!Reader

POV: 2nd person Genre: Comfort

Prompt #8: “Just once, I want to hear you say it.”

Wordcount: 3021

A/N: Heyy @aceuuuuu! 💜Thank you for the request. It was a journey to get it finished, got some angst sprinkled in to enhance the comfort, but I hope you'll enjoy the direction it takes. This is the second installment of my reverse-comfort mini series in this larger grab-bag event. Big shoutout to @venulus for the help talking through how Clavis might react in this situation 💜

**Note: Reader is bilingual.

Even with all three wicks lit, the candelabra still felt eerily cold in your hand as you pushed open the door. Night bathed the library in an ethereal, otherworldly view, as though this was a parallel Rhodolite filled with books and knowledge uncharted in your reality. Exotic, mystifying, and taboo.

You tiptoed across polished tile, taking extra care to mask your steps as you peered down the aisles. Rows and rows of lifeless bookshelves returned your curious stares, but you pressed forward with your investigation undeterred. Prince Chevalier was never wrong before.

As scrupulous as he is stubborn, he had said, with more contempt than you thought necessary at the time. But the more you listened to his detailed first-hand accounts, the more confused you grew that they existed at all. How could a person, a prince no less, possibly find the time and energy to think and do and be all the things Chevalier claimed of him without going mad? It spun your own head in circles simply trying to make sense of it. 

The bookshelves lining the wall all came up naught, but you had scarcely begun inspecting the rows by the windows when you heard it. Soft and faint yet determined to subsist, like the sizzling candles at your side. You moved slower, the sound growing more alluring the closer you approached, and poked your head just enough to see what was down each successive aisle until you found him.

Perhaps his head was spinning in circles. Or perhaps he was mad.

Perched at the far end of the row was Clavis Lelouch. But like with the library, the darkness altered his appearance into something utterly unrecognizable, and you struggled to keep your heart from beating out of your chest as you took in his mangled form. The space between the bookshelves was narrow, barely enough for two people to stand side by side, but Clavis managed to sit on the floor with his head resting on one of the lower shelves and his legs bent in odd positions to fit against the opposite bookcase. Beside him he had set a single candlestick in a jar, the flame so small the melted wax threatened to extinguish it at any moment. His long white coat draped over his stomach like a blanket, and his jacket and gloves lay neatly folded in the center of the aisle. In his hands he held a large book, though it was only one of many open tomes and papers chaotically piled around him. Ink-blotched sleeves rolled up to the elbows and wrinkled collar limply hanging open, Clavis looked as though he was knocked out cold in a brawl with the books, his normally coiffed hair sticking widely out in all directions and obscuring his typically brilliant shining eyes. But you knew he was awake, because the sounds you were hearing came out of his rapidly moving lips like a man possessed. 

Smoke and mirrors are his favorite toys, Chevalier once said. You pushed his voice away, tiptoeing deeper into the aisle to focus instead on what came out of Clavis’s mouth. Why did his words sound so familiar?

Before you could come up with an answer, your foot caught in the folded clothing and the candelabra slipped from your grasp and fell to the floor with a loud clank! Luckily the flames went out with the whoosh of the fall, but in the dead of night, the sound seemed enough to announce your existence to the entire palace. Clavis flinched in his seat, eyebrows climbing his forehead and hands zipping behind his back like a frightened child caught doing something naughty. But as soon as those brilliant shining eyes found yours, his shoulders relaxed and his face broke out in a brilliant shining smile.

“Dearie me,” he said, wiping the hair from his face and sitting up straight. “And what reason could a darling little one have in a scary library this late at night?” 

“I was about to ask you the same question,” you replied, regaining your footing and crossing your arms. “Minus the darling part.” You wouldn’t let him treat this as a joke. You came here on a mission. 

“Aha,” he mused, stretching his arms like a large cat. “What reason do any of us have to do anything, really, if not for our own enjoyment?” He locked eyes again with you, but you noticed him surreptitiously shutting books and flipping sheets over as he spoke. “Life would be so dull otherwise.”

Even a child has more patience. The only way to progress is to play his game.

“You find enjoyment practicing contortionism in the middle of the night?” you asked. Clavis let out a low, mirthful chuckle. The kind you’d expect from a villain who successfully fooled the hero.

“Would that impress you? To learn your beloved prince is so multi-talented?” he asked, moving in front of the books and spreading his arms. “These limbs will bend and flex at your command! Now, my sweet, why don’t you come and test out a warming embrace?”

The only way to progress is to play his game. 

Chevalier’s voice grimly echoed in your mind as you knelt before the prince and returned his hug. The dim firelight from the jar bounced off his tired face, giving him the waxy, droopy visage of an old candle, but despite his ghastly appearance he was nevertheless gentlemanly in the way he cradled you in his arms and drew small circles on your back.

“Even the bravest of us fear nightmares,” he whispered after some time. “But wandering around in the dark? That’s practically inviting anyone to spook you even more!”

Find his weak points, or he will exploit yours.

You shifted yourself so that your chin rested on his shoulder, giving you access to the mess behind him. Even in the low light you could tell Clavis covered his tracks well in his haste; books were snapped shut and loose sheets were either turned over or tucked away. But all you needed was one clue. You just had to stall until you could find it. 

“You wouldn’t spook a scared, darling little one wandering around in the dark, would you?” you asked innocently, scanning the book spines for any legible titles.

Clavis’s shoulders shook as he chuckled. “Well, I suppose that depends. It’s always impressive the more people you can manage to spook, so I might do it on a group. But if it’s only you—” he leaned his head against yours, his soft hair falling in front of your eyes and obscuring your vision “—I don’t know which side of me would win out. The gentleman or the beast.”

The urge to rip his arms off and shove him into the bookcase rose in your gut, but you suppressed it and instead brought your hand to his head and brushed his hair, moving it out of your view as you resumed your search. Of the book spines that faced you, none of the titles contained any letters or symbols you’d seen in the palace, but it was too dark to make out anything more. 

“Now, wasn’t that simply marvelous?” Clavis announced with a content sigh. “I always feel much more relaxed after a warm hug. Don’t you? And now that we’re both relaxed, let’s get you safely back to bed, hmm?” 

Find his weak points. Twist them to your advantage.

“Not yet!” you blurted without thinking, wrapping your arms more firmly around him. “I… uh… I’m still scared.” Though you couldn’t see his face, you could imagine the smug grin he grew.

“How about a lullaby?” he offered. “I recently learned one I just know will make you smile.”

“No, no. Just keep talking,” you said. The light in the jar was almost extinguished, and you frantically razed your eyes across the mess to catch even a sentence. “Tell me what your nightmares are like.”

He let out a breathy wheeze. “I don’t think you’re ready to hear about my nightmares.”

“Why? Afraid I’ll laugh?” you said.

“They wouldn’t be nightmarish then, would they?”

It was no use. Everything on the floor was hidden too well. He was enjoying this.

“Cry then?”

“Closer, but not quite.” 

Squinting in the dark hurt your head, and you shut your eyes to think. You missed your chance. Clavis could end the game whenever he wanted.

The only way to win is to break him when he thinks he’s got you.

Your eyes shot open and bore at the spot he previously sat in. And there it was. The book Clavis was holding when you caught him, hurriedly shoved to the back of the bottom shelf. It was much too far away to read, but the cover was visible enough for you to recognize it instantly; a book of nursery rhymes from your childhood.

You turned your head, your lips hovering inches from his ear. “Afraid I’ll find out what you’ve been studying?” you whispered in your native tongue. 

Clavis stiffened in your hold then rocketed backward. His eyes grew to the size of saucers and his mouth gaped open and closed as he fumbled over his words.

“Wha…. How…. Who—?” 

His expression morphed again and again with each question until finally settling on a bitter scowl. 

“I knew you two were talking about me,” he said darkly, in a voice you had never heard from him before. Not even the bliss of night sky from the windows behind him could soften the atmosphere, and your hands grew clammy as the room took on a macabre tone.

“Clavis.” You fought the worry building in your throat. “It’s not what you think.”

“Did you gather enough intel for your lingui-buddy?” he snarled, standing as he spoke. “Were you planning on heading to his room now or waiting until morning to reveal the latest juicy gossip about his failure of a brother?”

“It’s not like that!” you retorted. But Clavis had already turned away, the pile of books scooped into his arms.

“Isn’t it? Why else talk about a man in the same room as him in a language he can’t understand except to laugh at him?” he asked, slipping into the next aisle of shelves.

“Clavis!” you called, chasing after him. It wasn’t true. Even though you’d lived in Rhodolite most of your life, there always existed that veil of separation between you and the natives you could never remove as hard as you tried. And arriving at the palace as the first non-Rhodolitian Belle filled you with the renewed dread of jumping off the deep end from your first day in the kingdom. But despite his reticent introduction, Prince Chevalier quickly proved to be your most reliable companion in the palace. The conversations you held only served to build respect as he helped you navigate your new role, never to provoke others. Except, of course, when you asked about his eccentric younger brother whom you had grown exceedingly curious of.

So impotent he only shows his true self when he is backed into a corner.

You rounded the corner to the next row of shelves and found Clavis furiously shoving books into their slots, the scowl still present on his face. 

“Listen,” you began, “I talk with Chevalier about all of you because it’s my job.”

“Don’t lie,” he spat, ramming a particularly massive book into the shelf. “We already know who you’re choosing as king.” He turned again and disappeared down the next aisle.

“I still have a few weeks until I decide, and I’d like to get a comprehensive understanding of all the candidates before I choose,” you said. “But as some princes aren’t being fully honest with me, I am forced to consult others to fill in the blanks.” Though hot on his heels, you entered the next row to find it completely empty.

“From the day you arrived at this palace, I have been nothing but honest with you,” his voice called from another aisle, followed by the sounds of books getting shoved back into place.

“You just claimed you only came to the library to bend your limbs until I discovered you!” you argued back, dipping into the next aisle. Again, he was nowhere to be found.

“Correction.” His voice floated from someplace else. “You assumed what I was doing, and I only played along because it was enjoyable to me. I neither confirmed nor denied your theory. It’s your job as Belle to determine truth from fiction. And you have at your disposal the greatest fact-checker ever to set foot upon Rhodolite.”

And deflection is his preferred weapon when others are mentioned. Particularly I.

You huffed as you followed the sounds of his footsteps. Why were those two always at each other’s throats? Why was it so difficult to talk to one about the other? It was as if the castle itself was fueled by their rivalry. So why after all these years could they not settle things face-to-face? Why did you, a complete outsider, have to get roped up in their family feud?

“Why must you both be so pig-headed?” You couldn’t suppress yelling the insult in your language. You briefly pictured the two chasing each other in the library, slinging insults over bookshelves like children. But the image didn’t stick for long; it was far too improbable.

And then it hit you. Chevalier’s excessively detailed accounts of his brother weren’t given out of disdain. They were a plea.

“I may not know what all of those words mean,” Clavis called. “But Chevalier is ten times whatever it is you said. And he’s also a big, ugly, ungracious—Goodness!”

The loud thud instantly revealed his location, and you exited the row you were in and made a beeline for the library entrance. Fallen books lay scattered around Clavis’s collapsed body, and you ignored his protests as you knelt beside him and gently brushed your fingers over the fresh bruise growing on his forehead.

“Do you know what a closed door means?” you said. 

“I wasn’t trying to run away,” he groaned, pushing your hand back and sitting up. Darkness masked him, but you could still make out the distressed lines marking his face and the way his shoulders sagged with each breath.

“Clavis, when was the last time you slept?” you asked.

“This afternoon. I took a nap in the office,” he responded quickly.

“No, I mean really slept. Like a full-night’s worth.”

He didn’t answer, instead busying himself with rolling out his sleeves and fixing his crooked collar. It felt awkward watching him, like you were intruding on him getting dressed, and your eyes wandered to the books surrounding you. From nonfiction to folktales, Clavis had amassed a wonderful collection of works from your home. You picked up a children’s book and studied its cover, the familiar shapes and arrangements of letters bringing joy to the desolate library.

“Why?” you asked, flipping through the pages.

“I already told you,” he said. He clasped the final cuff and turned towards you. “I do things because I enjoy them. Nothing less and nothing more.”

“And I already told you I’m trying to learn more about you. And not just as Belle,” you said, your heart growing heavy. You stopped at a page with an illustration of two figures holding hands, a boy and a girl, and traced their smiles with your finger. “Please, just once, I want to hear you say it.”

Clavis inhaled deeply, then scooted next to you and copied your tracing, his calloused fingers occasionally rubbing against yours. “Would you believe me if I said I wanted to learn more about you in turn?”

“Then why go through all this effort when you could just talk to me like a normal person?” you asked.

He tapped his finger on the boy’s head. “I could never talk to you the way Chevalier could. And Chevalier’s not a normal person.”

He was right. Chevalier wasn’t a normal person. He was a prince living arm's length from his people, but behind a veil. Neighbors, and yet a world apart. A world inhabited only by those who have seen the sun rise through his eyes, breathed the air that blew through his skies, and slept underneath the same set of stars. 

No, Chevalier and Clavis weren’t normal people. They were extraordinary. 

Pale light filtered in through the windows as dawn approached, and Clavis discreetly caught a yawn in the crook of his elbow as he stretched his back.

“I wouldn’t call that as relaxing as a warm hug, but now that we’re both sufficiently embarrassed, let’s get you safely back to bed and pretend this night never happened,” he said. But before he could stand, you grabbed his hand and pulled it back to the book. 

“Not yet,” you said. Ignoring his half-bleary-half-astonished expression, you dragged Clavis’s hand to the top of the page and placed his index finger on the first line of the text. “Your pronunciation needs work.” 

It might have been more prudent to take up Clavis’s offer of returning to bed. Your head swam with the discoveries you learned about the royal brothers, and you were sure they would be better digested one at a time while lying in your comfy palace bed. Clavis’s weary head tettered concerningly as you guided his finger over each word in the book and sounded them out to him, and you were certain he would prefer to have this reading session at a time when he could keep both his eyes open. And you were positive that the best thing the both of you needed right now was a restful sleep. It was what Chevalier would say was the logical thing to do in the situation. But as night turned to day, the second prince’s name was never brought up again. And as the sun bathed the library in an angelic, auspicious glow, Clavis closed both his eyes and rested his cheek against your shoulder, and you closed the book and used your finger to trace the soft smile that bloomed from his lips.

I believe one of the greatest ways people connect is through language learning, and I have the deepest respect for those who learn the language of the place they live in when it isn't the same as their native tongue. Also, I realize this fic super overshot the wordcount limit, but to make up for it, Jin's comfort fic will be bite-sized, lighthearted, and maybe even a little comedic.

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[lorei-writes]

Musing

Clavis Lelouch His POV; about his relationship with Chevalier

A little... Whatever this may be.

Content Warnings: none

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Sometimes I wonder what would have changed if you were the second and I was the first.

Would I be loved?

Would she be alive?

What about you?

Would you have a heart?

Would I be accepted, or would you still grow? I-master, you-servant... I wonder, you know?

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Clavis Lelouch. The Prince is a Bodyguard. Sweet & Premium Ends.

Chapter 3. Sweet End

Clavis is happy to hear such words from his accomplice and fiancée at the same time.

Clavis: Well, when you say such sweet things, I can't help but love you, right?

They returned to the palace. The prince told MC about his plan.

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The day the plan was carried out.

At a pre-arranged place, the girl approached the man Clavis called "the villain."

(My role today is "decoy.")

She pretended to go shopping. The man noticed her and followed her. The heroine turned into an empty alley.

The man shortened his distance.

Since MC is Clavis' fiancée the criminal will treat her with respect.

She knows she is going to be kidnapped. Help will come, but the girl is still nervous.

The criminal reaches out to her and wants to take her away, but.... Clavis shows up.

Clavis: MC's place is next to me, her fiancé, isn't it?

He puts his arm around her from behind.

The prince asks where the outlaw wants to take his fiancée.

His cheerful tone reassured the girl.

The prince whispered in her ear.

Clavis: Don't worry. I won't let him lay a finger on you.

Then the prince hid MC behind his back. Meanwhile, the criminal calls for help. The villain is already celebrating his victory, because there are more of them.

MC wasn't worried, everything is happening just as Clavis predicted.

Clavis: I won't hold back.

Clavis: Because the crime of interfering with my love date with MC is a grave one.

The prince threw something he pulled out of his pocket at the frustrated kidnappers. There was a clap. The alley was filled with smoke. The smoke cleared quickly, however. The men were no longer standing. They crouched on the ground, laughing.

A rope fell on the ringleader. The girl had set this trap.

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Flashback.

Clavis tells his plan. And asks his fiancée to protect her mouth and nose well, because he is going to use a fun bomb/drugs.

He also teaches the heroine how to use a rope to make a trap.

Clavis: Sure. You can do it. Rest assured.

Flashback ended

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MC realized that this was done to make her proud of herself.

The leader of the criminals is surprised.

MC: Yes. I am Clavis' accomplice and fiancée.

Clavis: My accomplice and fiancée is a beautiful, smart, delightful, and awesome woman. It was obvious.

The prince said this confidently.

Cyril* took the criminals with him.

*I forgot his name in the English version.

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MC's Room

Clavis: Dear Fiancée, it was a huge success.

Clavis: I thought I was in love with you more than ever, but I'm in love with you again!

The prince strokes her cheeks, she wants to feel his love, but first she has to check something.

MC: Clavis... you're hiding something from me, aren't you?

Her fiancé is silent.

She remembered the criminal's words that he would be respectful because the girl was the prince's fiancée.

The kidnapper's target was not the prince and the girl, but only the girl.

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Ch. 3. Premium End. His POV

MC: Clavis... you're hiding something from me, aren't you?

Clavis is silent. Outwardly he's smiling, but inwardly he's not very happy. His fiancée has it all figured out.

(Now that it's true, there's no more dodging it.)

The prince agreed with her assumption that she was the target.

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Flashback:

While MC is looking at the bubbles, there is a pop. It was Clavis' trap that went off. He has recently realized that bandits are stalking his fiancée.

(Because I don't want to scare MC.)

Locking up the girl is not an option because the prince wants her to live a normal life. So he comes up with a plan.

(It's outrageous to make my beloved fiancée feel afraid. I would rather she enjoy it.)

(I will definitely protect you from now on. So keep smiling the same way, my fiancée.)

Flashback ended

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Clavis' Room

The main villain has offered a reward to whoever brings MC.

It was the merchant who was suspected of cheating. He probably found out that the prince figured it out.

(You are going to take MC hostage and negotiate a retreat...)

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However, the girl discovers a cloud of dust and bandits during her date with the prince.

Clavis explains that these are the "bad guys". They attack the heroine and the prince every time they are on a date.

Clavis: Well, we're always so in love that they get jealous of us, aren't we?

Clavis: These men may be jealous, but... It won't ruin our love.

Clavis: Haha, that's why, men bow down to our love.

(Eventually MC realizes the importance of the fact that she has become a "target.")

Clavis feels responsible, for he feels guilty that his fiancée has become a target for the bandits.

(Since you are serious and kind, it would be better to make you think that "we" are being stalked.)

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In the carriage

MC offers to help him. The girl wants to protect Clavis, for she is his accomplice and fiancée.

(That's cute, I can only assume you're trying to peel off my gentlemanly skin.)

Clavis: Well, when you say such sweet things, I can't help but love you, right?

After this confession, Clavis gently kissed the girl.

MC wants to be the "bait."

(Honestly, I don't want her to do that, but. apparently this is where MC shows her power the most.)

(MC has chosen to be an accomplice rather than just a bride to be protected.)

(If you want to respond to that sentiment, I have no choice but to believe in MC and trust her to play the role of bait. Then together we'll catch the man).

Clavis talks about the plan. He knows the "villain" will not be alone.

Clavis tells his plan and asks his beloved to protect her mouth and nose well, because he is going to use a fun bomb/drug.

He also teaches the heroine how to use a rope to make a trap.

Clavis: Sure. You can do it. Be more confident.

(You're my accomplice.)

(In the presence of the man who tried to kidnap you, I will tell him from my heart.)

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An empty alley

The kidnapper fell for the ruse. He wanted to take the heroine, but Clavis popped out of the shadows. Showing the man with a "I won't forgive you" smile, he brings his face closer to MC's ear.

Clavis: Don't worry. I won't let him lay a finger on you.

(From now on, let's teach this man together that you're not just a woman to be used.)

The villain is caught, and the prince gets a chance to show off his beloved in front of him.

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MC's room

Clavis knew that at the planning stage his fiancée had no idea that she was the perpetrator's target. So the words of the unsuccessful kidnapper pushed her to realize this.

The heroine realized what she was meant to be kidnapped for. For Clavis to do whatever the bandit says.

MC: ...You've always protected me, haven't you?

(When I protected you without telling you anything, I thought that if you realized that fact, you'd feel responsible.)

Clavis: That's true, but today I was protected by you.

He confirms the girl's words.

Clavis: He made this decision in anticipation of the despair I would feel if my beloved bride was captured.

Clavis: But you protected yourself. And by defending yourself, you defended me.

MC: ....

The prince smiled.

Clavis: We are accomplices. We protect and are protected by each other.

Clavis: Is that so, dear fiancée?

MC: .....Yes.

(Did you make sure?)

The prince sighed in relief.

MC: Please let me thank you. Thank you for protecting me.

Clavis: Isn't it natural to defend my fiancée? Besides, like I said, it's for me. Because I can't forgive him for interrupting our date, right?

MC: ...I must say, Clavis, you're amazing.

Clavis: Ha ha, you're in love again?

MC agreed with that.

(To think that my shy fiancée would honestly admit this...)

A warm feeling rises in the prince's chest.

The girl is delighted that she was protected even before she was kidnapped.

(My fiancée, you are too cute to say those words with that expression on your face...)

Clavis: Of course. I'm the only one who can attack you, right?

He pushed the heroine onto the bed....

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Clavis' Masterlist

[solomons-poison]

Damn this pretty bastard, he's so infuriating but alluring at the same time. I can't wait for his route to be released. All of the princes' routes are emotional rollercoasters, and I know he will be no different. But I'm curious about why he's the last one to be released, prince-wise, and what that means in regards to learning more about Obsidian or probably coming head to head with them.

From Clavis' birthday 2022, his POV

[jdevyn]

This is honestly really cute.

I mean aside from the fact that Clavis is trying to kill Chevalier.

[ikehoe]

Navigation & Masterlist

ABOUT ME

Hi everyone! Welcome to my writing blog.

I'm a 27-year old who works full-time as a project manager and uses writing as her creative outlet at night.

I play a lot of Otome Games. I (mainly) write for: Ikemen Prince, Ikemen Vampire, Ikemen Sengoku (depending on the character), and Obey Me.

I always welcome asks from people. Chat with me!

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MASTERLIST

(Under the cut)

Obey Me

🍬 - Fluff

☔ - Angst

🥵 - Smut

Headcanons

Making Valentine’s Day Sweets with Obey Me Brothers 🍬

Satan

My Kitten 🥵

Beezlebub

A Mess in the Kitchen 🥵

Ikemen Prince

🍬 - Fluff

☔ - Angst

🥵 - Smut

Headcanons

Suitors’ Reaction to You Having a Naughty Dream about them p. 1

🥵 Characters: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, and Yves

Suitors’ Reaction to You Having a Naughty Dream About Them p. 2

🥵 Characters: Licht, Nokto, Luke, Sariel, and Rio

Naughty Dreams [Suitor POV]

🥵 Characters: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, and Yves

Naughty Dreams part 2 [Suitor POV]

🥵 Characters: Licht, Nokto, Luke, Rio, and Sariel

Naughty Dreams part 3 [Suitor POV]

🥵 Characters: Gilbert, Keith, and Silvio

Arguing and Making Up with the Ikeprince Suitors

🍬 Characters: Jin, Chevalier, and Clavis

Arguing and Making Up with the Ikeprince Suitors p2

🍬 Characters: Leon, Yves, Licht, and Nokto

Suitors Comforting You During a Panic Attack

🍬 Characters: Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, and Nokto

Naughty Dreams [Suitor POV]

🥵 Characters: Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, Leon, and Yves

Naughty Dreams part 2 [Suitor POV]

🥵 Characters: Licht, Nokto, Luke, Rio, and Sariel

Naughty Dreams part 3 [Suitor POV]

Jin Grandet

Comfort 🥵

How to Miss your Lover 🥵🍬

Against the Odds 🥵☔

Chevalier Michel

Victory Part 2 🥵

Victory Part 3 - Chevalier x Reader x Clavis 🥵🥵

Clavis Lelouch

Victory Part 1 🥵

Victory Part 3 - Chevalier x Reader x Clavis 🥵🥵

The Switch 🥵

Secrets 🥵

Seduction 🥵

Silly Little Prank 🥵

Leon Dompteur

Selfish 🍬

Love Bug 🍬

Yves Kloss

Chocolate-Flavoured Valentine 🍬

Licht Klein

Adoration 🥵

Deserving [Licht’s POV] 🥵

Just a Regular Saturday Morning 🍬

Collared 🥵

Like Usual 🥵

Messy 🥵

Whole 🍬

Nokto Klein

Birthday Surprises 🥵

Luke Randolph

I Promise 🥵🍬

Luke in a Relationship Headcanons 🥵

Silvio Ricci

Insidious ☔

You Belong to Me [Mafia AU] 🥵

Three's a Crowd [Rio x Reader x Silvio] 🥵🥵

Gilbert von Obsidian

Captive 🥵

Cuffed 🥵

Sariel Noir

Temptation 🥵

Temptation Part 2🥵

Forgive Me 🍬

Rio Ortiz

Three's a Crowd [Silvio x Reader x Rio] 🥵

Ikemen Sengoku

🍬 - Fluff

☔ - Angst

🥵 - Smut

The Willing Prisoner - Motonari Mouri x Reader 🥵

My Forever - Masamune Date x Reader 🥵

Patience - Kenshin Uesugi x Reader 🥵

Ikemen Vampire

🍬 - Fluff

☔ - Angst

🥵 - Smut

The Purpose of a Journal - Jean d'Arc x Reader 🥵🍬

Sharing - Leonardo da Vinci x Gender Neutral Reader x Comte de Saint Germain 🥵🥵

Good Girl - Theodorus van Gogh x Reader 🥵

My Promise to You - Arthur Conan Doyle x Reader [Ikemen Vampire Gift Exchange] 🍬

Lingerie - Isaac Newton x Reader 🥵

Angel - Vincent van Gogh x Reader 🍬

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[greychaosdump]

Memories of Christmas (His P.O.V - Clavis Lelouch) Chapter 2

HELP NOT CLAVIS DOING THIS EVERYTIME HE DRAGS YVES WITH HIM poor yves, he just wants some peace

Clavis asked Yves for advice but also inputs that he loooooves MC and he needs to be a gentlemen for her and treat her well.

Here are some of the suggestions Yves gave Clavis, however Clavis said he was going to make the dessert himself. Yves was very much against that hahaha.

And then we have Clavis reassuring Yves that he too will receive presents from him

[dark-frosted-heart]

2nd Anniversary Event - More Love with the Beast - Clavis (premium ending)

This is in Clavis' POV.

Keith makes an appearance. Clavis, you're hidden yandere(?) is showing.

Since the day they got engaged, there was something Clavis had been meaning to tell MC.

The fun is in doing something different the next day. Living a peaceful life day by day without any growth is boring.

All he wanted for her was to have fun in life. As her fiancé and future husband, it was his duty to make sure that she could laugh all her troubles away. He didn't hate how she tries hard to be a worthy fiancée, but her efforts were useless if they don't relate to what she wanted to actually do. Clavis told MC that she didn't need to be the perfect fiancée that she believed she has to be. He didn't care about that. He just wanted her to enjoy herself as well. MC had taken those words to heart and eventually found what she wanted to do. Her sighs turned into smiles.

~~fast forward to now~~

Clavis is looking over some proposals that MC had given him. They're sensible, but not quite good enough so he'll be returning them to her. Annoyed, she takes them back with a renewed determination. Seeing her fired up's making Clavis want to smile naturally. He just adored that frustrated look of hers.

It wasn't too long ago when MC had decided to make Lelouch Kingdom the "Land of Books and Pleasure". She had immediately set out to study. And now she's reached her first obstacle in creating policies to increase the literacy rate. He's already reviewed and returned proposals many times, but each time, they're getting better. MC has a lot of potential and if they keep going at the rate, Clavis is sure that the two will make a name for themselves around the world.

Cyril reminds MC that she should be at the book store now. Realizing that she should be, she asks Clavis if they can do this again tomorrow. The man's got all the time in the world for her. She should know that. She thanks him and heads off to the book store. Oh no, she forgot to kiss him goodbye. MC's become busier than usual now with what she's doing at the bookstore.

As soon as she leaves, Clavis lets out a sigh. Tomorrow, he won't let her forget the goodbye kiss. Cyril doesn't know what he's talking about, but the words sound kind of harsh. And then asks why he doesn't help MC with her proposals. Clavis says that what MC needs right now is failure. It's easy to spoil her, and if he helped, the proposal would've been completed already. But she'd never learn from that. MC's doing what she does because she wants to and enjoys the process. So it'd be better to stay back and watch her grow than to interfere. He doesn't think it's love to always pamper each other, even if they are engaged. Love is the actually the opposite.

Cyril apologizes for being naive. Clavis doesn't blame him since he's a "natural good-natured knight". Cyril would appreciate it if Clavis would stop calling him that. Ignoring Cyril's complaint, Clavis gets up. He can't lose to MC. He's got his duties too.

Cut to the refugee shelter. Keith is there, visiting to discuss redirecting refugees from Jade to Lelouch Kingdom. He tells Clavis that he ran into MC beforehand. She had asked him for advice related to policies. Oop. Someone's jealous. Cyril elbows him but his expression doesn't change.

Keith hadn't expected MC to be actively involved in politics, but it looks like she's enjoying herself as she thinks about her country. He could follow her example. He pauses at Clavis' hardened look and apologizes for offending him in any way. Clavis reassures him and then asks if MC really did ask him for advice. Keith answers that she did. He remembers that MC and Clavis are engaged. Keith congratulates him and then apologizes again for talking to MC so casually. But Clavis shouldn't worry since to MC, Keith is but a weed like all the others that grow in the area [me: Muku is that you]. Clavis says that weeds are an overstatement. Keith is more like a tree. Keith doubts he has as much presence as a tree.

Clavis thinks to himself that he doesn't care what MC thinks of Keith. But why is she consulting Keith and not him? He doesn't remember her ever asking him for advice. He would love for MC to consult him and tell him how reliable he is.

Clavis thanks Keith and says that when he gets home, he's going to hold a consultation with MC. Cyril reminds Clavis of what he said earlier about spoiling her. He'd rather take back what he said than have her go to another man for advice.

That night, he asks MC if she needs any help or advice and she shakes her head. He tells her that he heard from Keith that she went to him for advice. In response, she says that since she got advice from Keith, he should know that she doesn't need help at the moment. Clavis is frustrated and slowly makes his way to the bed. MC questions him and he asks her to wait and allow him to wallow in shame for a moment. He knows it's important not to pamper MC too much, but it's a different story when Clavis comes off as unapproachable. They may appear like boss and subordinate when it comes to politics, but he's not a good fiancé if she can't come to him in times of trouble.

Clavis continues to sit deep in thought and MC hugs his head to her chest. MC's sudden sweet side surprises him and he stops breathing for a moment. She doesn't know what's going on with him but asks him to cheer up. He asks if she'll listen to him. She will. As she stroke his hair he tells her that he wants her to be able to rely on him. He's her fiancé after all, so she should be able to come to him with anything. MC stops her movements. Clavis assures that he won't interfere with her work and will keep his assistance to the bare minimum, but she come to him for advice at any time.

MC was frozen for a second but then breaks out into a wide smile. She explains to Clavis that she felt bad for taking up his time since he's been so busy. Clavis tells her that any time spent with her is always his greatest pleasure and hobby. He reminds her of what he said that morning, about always having time for her. So come to him first before other men. Clavis had forgotten that it was more important to be the one she could come to during times of need rather than not coddling her.

MC warns him that she'll be asking for advice a lot. Doesn't matter to him, it's her privilege as his fiancée. MC's shy smile wipes the gloominess away. But realizing the position they're in, Clavis can't help but think she's asking for trouble. He places a kiss on her chest and MC lets go of him immediately. But he holds her close by the waist and kisses her. MC asks him to wait since she was in the middle of working on a proposal. MC's priorities...Guess that's another thing he'll need to fix. An evil idea suddenly pops in his head.

He tells MC that he's sulking. Not only did she seek advice from someone else first, she's also prioritizing the proposal over him. He's not going to let her go until he's in a good mood again. MC laughs at and says it's easy to put him in a good mood. Clavis wasn't aware that MC thought he was that easy. Slipping out of his arms, she sits beside him and pats her lap. Clavis is in trouble. He can't give in to the lap pillow that MC's offering. But he's not going to let her just leave it at a lap pillow.

Epilogue tidbits

[misty-moth]

I wrote a silly/fluffy Halloween fic for Clavis 🎃🦇👻

The story has concepts from completing his route, just as a heads up, and is far, faaaar longer than I anticipated 😅

Divider: saradika

Clavis POV, Halloween theme, ~2.8k words

As per tradition, Halloween was a cherished week-long event in the Lovely Land of Lelouch™. An essential, and therefore mandatory, week-long event.

My adorable wife had bartered with me to revert back to the “old tradition” of only one day. Being ever the compromising partner, the week plan was put in play. I assured her that she was more than welcome to join me in the tricks department, but she assured me that her strengths would stay firmly in the treats department. Truly the yin to my yang. My perfect balance. Swoon.

I simply needed to condense a month’s worth of mischief into one spectacular week. A challenge I gladly accepted.

And so we begin!

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~Halloween the First~

My dearest had plenty of tasty treats she planned to supply our community for the first day, from sweet tarts to prettily wrapped candies to caramel apples.

Caramel apples are a low bar for me, but that’s the best way to start the celebrations in my opinion. The week was young!

“Knock knock,” I leaned against the kitchen’s doorway as my wife turned to me with a grin. The counters were covered in the baked goods still waiting to be wrapped, and she was covered in an amalgamation of sugar, flour, frosting, and other things not nearly as sweet as her.

“Good morning, Clavis! They look great, right? I slept in more than I meant to, but I think I can catch up with some help.”

“Fear not, I am ahead of schedule and eager to assist,” I grabbed the furthest treat on the counter as I slid over to her. “So you can take a break, dear. I won’t breathe a word to anyone if you sample the wares.” I placed the caramel treat in her hand and she beamed up at me.

“Thank you, my charming husband,” she leaned up and pecked me on the cheek. My eyes widened as I watched her lean in to bite the caramel onion I had prepared first thing this morning. I… almost feel bad… but I need to trust the process.

Her teeth sunk in, and she began… chewing? Wait. I flashed a glance toward the end of the counter; had she rearranged them? Oh gods, where is it now?

She hummed. “Those turned out pretty tasty! I was a little worried, but I think they’ll be a hit with the kids. Do you want a bite?” She held the unbitten side to my mouth.

Well… this is the quickest way to check.

I took a calculated bite, feeling a trickle of juice run down my chin, and the undeniable tang of onion… is she okay? Have I ruined her taste buds? If I did, is that for the best or should I apologize?

Her face twisted in concern as she watched mine. “It’s not bad, is it? I don’t have time to remake them and give them time to dry,” she pouted.

“Of course not, sweetness! Everyone will love them and you and every second of effort you put into making them.” I kissed her forehead and she placed the stick in my hand so she could wrap her arms around me. With a squeeze, she released me.

“I’ll be right back, Clavis! Hold down the fort,” she skipped out of the room.

I stared blankly toward the hallway. “Cyran. Come here and try this.”

“That isn't in my job description.”

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~Halloween the Second~

Yesterday did not go according to plan, but I love surprises, so it was honestly better than planned haha!

I was once again grateful that my lover was sleeping in a little later these days (surely from her diligent work on the treats front).

I loitered a bit myself this morning. There was a book elegantly placed on my lap as I patiently lounged in the parlor.

“Clavis!”

Aaaah, she’s awake! Today is already better.

Feeling euphoric, I dashed into the dressing room attached to the bedroom. I found her with a perplexed expression, facing the large mirror that was dripping with bright red paint in complete disarray.

I furrowed my brows, “oh dearie me, it looks like—“

“Wait, don’t tell me. I think I’ve got it,” she tilted her head as she squinted. “Beware… the beast… who…” she murmured before clapping her hands together, causing a rather unplanned jump from me. “‘Beware the beast that resides within!’ Right? Am I right? I think I’m actually getting the hang of Lelouchian!”

…Is that what I wrote? Or what it looks like to her? Her precious face, gods— “I am so proud that you could read it, haha! The power of love can even trump the daunting task of learning a new language, it seems.”

She grinned up at me before looking at the mirror again, a sigh escaping her. “I’d like this cleaned off so I can use the mirror, though.”

I cleared my throat. “CYRAN.”

“NO.”

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~Halloween the Third~

Every day leads to a new opportunity to start anew. In my hubris, I assumed that the prep work needed for my side of the festivities was sufficient. I now know what not to do: underestimate my beautiful wife’s resilience!

I also learned not to perform any grand displays in our home as that mirror was impressively difficult to clean… so today’s activities shall take us into the great outdoors.

I placed a fluffy white scarf around her as she fixed my cravat into place. Taking her small, warm hand, we headed out on an autumnal trail we often frequented in the warmer months.

She puffed a small breath and giggled as the cold air made it visible. I tugged her hand over as I pressed her into my side. I placed a kiss on the crown of her head, and nearly grimaced where she couldn’t see. Why… *WHY* is she so cute?! She’s always this cute, obviously, but having to remember this now is making my job infinitely harder!

No, focus. This holiday needs me. This was my assignment. She needed this from me.

Fallen leaves were scattered across our path, clumped in varying amounts as we continued. Suddenly, she dashed forward, taking my hand with her as she giggled.

I immediately planted myself. A small yelp was heard, though I cannot tell you from whom it came from. For a rabbit so little, she sure could carry momentum. The leaves slipped beneath me, and I felt the inevitable wire amongst the foliage. I pulled us back, landing us both on our bottoms as a net hoisted an immense amount of leaves into the air, and loud pops carried a mirage of colors and glitter.

“Whoa!” Her eyes lit up, and her mouth fell agape. “Clavis, that was beautiful!”

“Hm?!” I nearly shouted before clearing my throat from that unintentional outburst.

“You set this up, didn’t you? The leaves fell so softly, and there was the popping… Those colors were so vibrant! How did you make those? With dyes?”

I think the sound I now made would still be described as a laugh by kind narrators. “Yes… yes, I used some new shades from flowers I traded for… and…” and I don’t know how we got here.

“You’ll have to show me after our walk!”

She stood up and held her small hand out for me. I stared at it for a moment. “I’m glad I gave Cyran the morning off.”

“Hmm?”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween… the Fourth?~

We aren’t putting too much faith in today being the winner of the week. All we can do in this life is our best. I took a deep, focused breath as I shifted against the front wall of our home before stilling.

While I pride myself on my usual attire, I’d say this full-coverage black outfit is the perfect fit for stealth. My lovely partner is set to join the others in town soon, and I’ll ensure she has a bit of pep in her step after I greet her from the shadows.

I am willing to accept a shout, a yelp, or maybe even a brief moment of surprise? Maybe a little confidence boost could be helpful in these spooky times. Then I can fully focus on tomorr—

I heard the door crash open beside me. Her small voice called out, “Clavis?”

My palm squeaked against the wall as I nearly lost my footing.

“Oh there you are!” She poked her head past the door. “No wonder I couldn’t find you, you look so different dressed in all black.” She walked up, hesitating before making contact. “And actually, I kinda think… I like this look on you,” her cheeks heated slightly as her palm rested on my chest.

Nope. Nope, today was not a necessity. Today was simply a small reprieve before a grander tomorrow. Keep moving forward, that’s what I always say. Such is the Lelouchian way.

“Ahaha! I’m glad you like this on me! You’ll have to help me out of it later,” I pressed a kiss to her lips and she leaned up to make it last a moment longer.

“I have to get going, so if you need it off sooner, ask Cyran!” She jogged off before I could say another word.

“…maybe Cyran can have a few more days off.”

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Fifth!~

Alright! At last! This year has been a series of trials and, as to be completely expected, some errors… but now we will see a true prank from the master!

Waking up far before the sun graced this land for the day of reckoning, I went to work creating a true spectacle for my dearest to enjoy. Each trap was designed with just enough difficulty for her to feel a challenge and triumph before the next trap was triggered. Frights, jump scares, shocking sounds, spooky sights, all for our shared enjoyment!

Her sleep schedule grew continuously later each day, so I waited patiently on the chair by the front door. I picked the optimal place for her to safely reach me before exiting for the day, and to guide her into the last trap that she would undoubtedly need my assistance with escaping. I will graciously accept the role of being her hero for the day.

The distant creak of a door jolted me from my reverie and brought a smile to my lips. It would take her some time, and unfortunately I would miss her first dozen reactions, but there was simply no way for me to avoid each trap in time to get her out of this finale.

There was a loud thunk and more creaking sounds toward our room. I strained to hear, trying to time how long it took her between each noise, but it seems I’m too far.

I huffed a small sigh as I settled in my seat, a mixture of excitement and impatience to see her again. I need to concentrate if I’m going to hear anything…

*knock knock*

“GAH!” Gods, that came out of nowhere! Was that someone at the door?? I cleared my throat as I shifted forward, opening the door to see… my little… rabbit…

“Clavis, something’s wrong with our bedroom door. I think something fell over on the other side, and I couldn’t open it. Thankfully the windows are so big,” she was in her nightgown, a light shall covering her chilled shoulders.

…

But…

But that’s…

There was a strange groan coming from my chest. What could have fallen over there? That area was meant as a warm up! Was that the loud thump I heard? I swear there wasn’t anything like that over there.

“Clavis, you’re mumbling. Are you okay?”

I whipped around, determined to find the source that stopped yet another day’s plans.

“Wait, Clavis!”

The world swirled around me, the floor changing places with the ceiling. The feeling of soft but firm fabric pressed around me, the texture and appearance that of a spider’s web. The warmth encapsulating my body did nothing to calm the calamity taking place in my heart and lungs.

I was gasping— rather loudly, unfortunately. It took me a long moment before I thought to exchange those breaths for a laugh. My eyes met my wife’s, who is now likely concerned for my safety AND my sanity. She’s thoughtful like that.

Words… words words words… I’m sure I know some…

“Clavis, I don’t think I can reach up there,” her delicate eyebrows furrowed as her head tilted. Well. She’s beautiful even from 8 feet up. “Should I go find help? I think I saw Kai—“

“Cyran please.”

“You gave him the next few days off.”

I did. Silly me. “I’m certain he will need an employer to return to, and therefore would be willing to come in on short notice.”

She glanced toward the hallway. “I’m guessing I can’t go get dressed.”

“Not unless you made a return route when exiting the window.” She sighed in response. “Remind me to teach you that later.”

She glanced up at me for a moment. Reaching up on her tiptoes, she pointed her finger toward me with a low hum. “If only I was a taller little rabbit.”

She turned back through the door, and my voice followed. “I love you, dear!” This was the best I could offer, as apparently all of my luck for this year was spent far before the end of it.

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween the Sixth.~

She found me here in the kitchen, surrounded by half-filled mixing bowls, drafts for traps that were destined to only exist as “works in progress”, and the many baubles that I’d dredged up from my workshop. My head was flopped on the tabletop, and I felt her small fingers thread through my hair before gently kneading my scalp. My eyes feel prickly… haha… don’t do that, eyes.

I saw her other hand flash in my peripheral. “Hey, what’s in this purple bowl? Is this edible—“

“What? No!” Her reach stopped as I took a calm, sophisticated breath. “I mean, it might be but— no don’t try it!” I’m trying to keep you alive here, you beautiful angel, but you can’t even distinguish between my attempts at making food and my attempts at creating new adhesives.

Her kneading switched to petting, which bruised my ego but soothed my inner woes. “Should I make breakfast then? I still have a lot of baking to catch up on due to the state of our home yesterday,” aaand now she’s patting my head. Tough, but fair.

I twisted around to wrap my arms around her, tugging her up onto my lap and placing a nestling kiss into her shoulder. “I can help,” I murmured into her skin, but I knew she’d understand me as only she could.

“The town will be eating these treats.” I nodded into her collarbone. “The children. The elderly. The in-between.” I nodded again. “And I’d like everyone to like them.” I nodded, trying to bury myself further but with nowhere to go.

Her body stilled. “Clavis, are you okay?”

I looked up to her eyes, which were less worried now but plenty curious. “Of course I am, my sweet.” I placed a chaste kiss on her lips.

She smiled, but there was still something off in her features. There was a strange silence before she hopped down and went over to the sink. She began soaking the dishes near her. “I just find it odd that you haven’t pulled any pranks this year.”

…

I need a minute.

~🦇🦇🦇~

~Halloween Day~

With her meticulous coaching and my no-nonsense assisting, the ultimate couple finished up the task of delighting our fellow people! Though their smiles were not produced from my mischief (as I didn’t have the proper time to dedicate to them this year), the festivities were full of cheer and laughter.

My hand held my love’s as it swung between us, and we made a few pit stops to speak with those not quick enough to run.

“Long time no see, Cyran!” My little rabbit sure was happy to see my loyal knight. Haha. Surely that’s curable. “Are you enjoying the festivities?”

“You’re kind for asking, my lady. I’d say this year’s events are all going according to plan. With any luck, we can achieve an even smoother week next year.”

She dramatically sighed, but her smile was cheeky. “I doubt we can. I think he’ll catch on by then.”

Oh, dearie me.

My arms snaked around her from behind, my chin propped on top of her head. Which emotion provided my laughter now, I know not. My eyes slightly narrowed as I looked over to my knight. “It seems I’ll have to plan better myself! After all, there’s only 365 days left ‘til next Halloween!”

Cyran returned my gaze. “364.”

Writing Masterlist

[scorchieart]

Characters: Clavis Lelouch x F!Reader

POV: 2nd person Genre: Fluff

Prompt #9: “Why would I be worried? I'm with you.”

Wordcount: 969

A/N: Here is Part 1 of the 2 part request for the lovely @venulus! This story is told from the reader's point of view, but we'll be seeing Clavis's thoughts soon enough XD Thank you for the request, my Clavis bosom buddy! Edit: Part 2 from Clavis's POV is out!

Warning: ***Spoilers for Clavis Romantic route end***

“Tell me, Cyran. Do they miss me back in Ye Olde Rhodolite?”

Cyran delicately set an aureate ceremonial sword at the foot of the bed and moved to pat stray lint off an illustriously bejeweled violet sash. “Unquestionably so. Not a day goes by without someone mourning the loss of their beloved third prince. I hear the gardeners are in a fit about lack of exercise, what with no trap-laying miscreants to chase out of trees and no spontaneous holes to fill.” 

“How delightful,” Clavis’s voice called from the closet in between ruffles of fabric. He emerged moments later swallowed in heaping embroidered robes of snow white, looking like the world’s largest and most spherical silkworm, though his face showed nary a trace of discomfort under the weight.

“No,” said Cyran simply, crossing the room.

“Why not?” Clavis protested as Cyran began peevishly removing layers with haste. “Do they not make me look illustrious and venerable? A flawless masterpiece to be shared with the world? Righteous and chaste and virtuous? The most distinguished gentleman of our time?”

“You got that last part right,” grumbled Cyran, unbuckling the seventh of a series of gilded belts Clavis had adorned his hips with. Clavis harrumphed and turned to the bed.

“And what do you think, my dear?”

You turned the page over in your hands. “Rhodolite must go to bed every night with tears in her eyes knowing her most enthusiastic wakeup call is miles away.”

“Ah, not that, darling. Though you are correct. No, I am referring to my extraordinarily extravagant ensemble!” Clavis said.

“You look great,” you said.

“You didn’t even look at me,” said Clavis.

You lifted your head and met his imploring gaze. Clavis had been stripped down to a basic white tunic, trousers, and a single belt. 

“You look great.”

“He does now,” said Cyran, stepping into the closet, a mountain of heavy discarded robes overflowing from his arms. Clavis ran a hand through his hair and approached your perch on the bed.

“What ever could be so important that you’d miss my grand entrance, my love?” 

“Your real grand entrance,” you said, showing him the document you had been reviewing. “The courtyard can only hold about five-thousand people maximum. I think we miscalculated.”

Clavis took the sheet, folded it, and set it on the stack with the others. “There is no mistake.”

“No mistake? Clavis, that document says we sent out ten-thousand invitations!” you said, reaching for the sheet again. Clavis grabbed your hand and threaded his fingers through it.

“No mistake,” he repeated. “We can have two identical ceremonies if needed, so the latecomers can catch the second.”

You closed your eyes and inhaled deeply through your nose. “And did you account for the possibility that they all decided to attend the first?”

“The more the merrier, then!” he said, beaming brilliantly at you with teeth as white as his outfit. You glowered in response.

“Now, don’t give me that look, my sweet. Does the idea of so many people at our doorstep frighten you? No need to worry, your charming Clavis will be by your side the entire—”

“The idea that we won’t be able to accommodate them all worries me, Clavis!” you yelled, pulling out of his grasp. “How will it look when we have to tell half our guests they’ll be sleeping on the floor?”

“You worry too much. I’m sure it will all work out, because what fun we’ll have today,” he said, reaching under your arms and lifting you into the air. He carried you to the windows and twirled around, smiling and giggling as you desperately held on to his shoulders. 

“Cakes and cookies and music and suits and gowns and dancing and lights and roses…” 

Your stomach churned as he spun faster, listing more and more delights with rising enthusiasm. 

“....And magic and joy and ladies and gentlemen and friends and family and—”

“What would your family say if they saw you mess up this badly today?” you cried, and everything stopped. You stared at each other for what seemed like hours, his hurt eyes boring into your soul, his haggard breath rising with each passing second. This was it. The real problem he’d been avoiding. 

“Ahem!”

Cyran had stepped out from the closet and unamusedly watched your staredown.

“We’re running late. I’ll head downstairs to greet our guests. Please help him finish getting ready, my lady.” And he left the room, you still-suspended in midair.

Clavis gently lowered you to the ground, wrapped his arms more snugly around your waist, and pulled you closer. You felt his lips tremble against your temple.

“They’ll be here. All of them,” you said. “As if they could stay away.” 

You reached around his shoulders and patted gently, embracing the erratic ticker of his heartbeat from both his front and back, lulling it back to its usual rhythm. 

“And what if they think it’s all a big joke?” he croaked. “How could you choose me as king? Me?”

“If they thought it was a joke, they wouldn’t have bothered sending their RSVPs,” you said, holding his head in your hands to face you. Morning sunlight streaming through the windows illuminated the tears splotched on his cheeks like two rivers of diamond. “And what an honor to attend the coronation of the first king of Lelouch. The illustrious and venerable. The righteous, chaste, and virtuous King Clavis.”

Clavis coughed a laugh and pressed his forehead to yours. You pretended he wasn’t doing it to hide more tears as you lightly rubbed your noses together, whispering more compliments in the tiny space between you two as he composed himself.

At last, he gave you a final squeeze and pulled back, looking out the window and wiping his eyes. You went to the bed to retrieve the sash and sword to give him some privacy, and by the time you returned to his side he was gasping and pointing to the grounds.

“Look look! It’s Chevalier! And Leon and Jin and the others! Darling, they came! They actually came!”

You suppressed your laughter and watched him happily jump up and down, trying not to imagine an excited leopard leaping for joy. 

“Does that mean you’re not worried anymore?” you said, maneuvering your arms to clasp the sword to his bouncing belt.

“Worried?” he asked, stopping in place. “Why would I be worried? I’m with you.”

I hope they'll show us the different coronations of the kings in an event someday. That'd be cool.

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[ikeromantic]

Into the Lion's Den

A Chevalier Michel fanfiction. Approx. 1500 words. This scene takes place in the prologue and is told from Chevalier's POV. Part 2 of a series.

First: Bravery Becomes Her

After putting in a brief appearance at a festival celebration for nobility on the mayor’s estate, Chevalier returned to the castle. His walk from the stable back was interrupted by a familiar voice. High and sweet and thoroughly annoyed.

“Hang on! Stop talking about me like that, alright? I’m right here. And - and who are you anyway?”

Chevalier stopped and turned. He couldn’t see through the decorative hedges and the high stone wall, but sound carried. It was the girl from town, he was sure.

“You can’t be serious. You don’t know who I am?” Yves’ voice now, sounding haughty as usual.

The girl replied. “That’s exactly what I am saying.”

“She’s not one of mine then,” Nokto chuckled.

“Who cares about that? I can’t believe she doesn’t know who I am! Unbelievable!” The slight, unshakeable burr of his accent still audible in Yves’ speech became more pronounced when he was flustered.

“Your Highnesses, introductions will have to wait. My deepest apologies.” Sariel’s voice, dark as coffee and smooth as silk.

Chevalier wondered how the girl factored into Sariel’s scheming. Four eyes was always up to something. His mind immediately went to the potential uses of the commoner, discarding the more improbable until he settled on the likeliest one. The tradition of the Belle. Of course. He didn’t need to hear more.

He left for the round table room, already adding this complication into his plans. The Belle would be no real obstacle. Not for him.

Clavis was already waiting at the round table. Chevalier sat beside him and watched in silence as his brothers filed in. They were a disparate group, to be sure. Half-brothers, united only in the shared blood of the dead king and little else. It hadn’t taken much time for the two factions to form.

Leon led the opposing faction. A worthy opponent, if annoying. His gentle-hearted ways would destroy Rhodolite. There was no space for compassion when your lands sat between hungry neighbors with large armies.

Jin smirked at him from across the table. A womanizing drunk that disguised a cunning mind beneath base jests. He was the king’s first born, though you would never know it by his actions.

Licht sat beside the eldest of them, his gaze focused on the wood grain of the table. He said little in these meetings, leaving decisions to others.

Nokto and Yves came in together, bickering. They were so loud. Repeating the same arguments, the same insults.

Luke ambled in and fell into a chair. It creaked under him dangerously. The youngest prince had no courtly graces and had fallen into Chev’s faction almost by accident.

Chevalier sighed. This was pointless. They didn’t need a meeting or the decision of some commoner Belle. He was the only choice to lead Rhodolite, if their country was going to survive. He looked up as the doors opened.

Sariel led the girl in like a sacrificial lamb. She looked much as she had before. Startled. Afraid. Her face was pale, eyes wide. If Chev were a kind man, he might have felt sorry for her. As it was, he felt only impatient. The torment of this commoner was frivolous and yet, Sariel insisted on stretching it out.

The princes introduced themselves, starting with Luke. A litany of greetings and welcomes that went around the table. A plague of senseless words. And then it came to the fool. Clavis, laughter on his lips.

“I’m the third prince. Clavis Lelouch. But please, call me Clavis.” He grinned widely, elbowing Chev. “That show you put on earlier today was amusing. You liked it too, didn't you, Chev?”

Chevalier narrowed his eyes. “It was ridiculous.” He was tempted to walk out, but he remembered the way the girl stood up to the drunk - and to him. Despite himself, he allowed a small smile to lift the corners of his lips. “But considering the courage you showed I will at least tell you my name. I am the Second Prince Chevalier Michel.”

For a moment, their eyes held. She didn’t flinch or draw back from the intensity of his gaze. She took a breath, nodded, and then the moment passed. Leon was introducing himself and Chevalier was sorting her reaction. He wanted her to look at him again, so he could see into her. Understand her and how she fit into the orderly world he wanted to build. It annoyed him that he could not easily dismiss her into any of his categories.

“It’s very nice to meet you all. I’m Emma. And . . . I still don’t understand why I’m here.” She smiled thinly and fiddled with her skirt.

Sariel’s smile was wide and his eyes held a dangerous glint. “It is a long-held tradition in Rhodolite that the king be chosen by a commoner. The commoner granted this solemn duty is known as the Belle.”

The girl - Emma - looked thoughtful for a moment. “Wait. Yes, I remember this!”

Chevalier sighed. It was a chore to watch others reach a conclusion he’d gotten to already.

“And they are called that because they have a pure and beautiful heart! That’s why they are able to make the correct choice.” Emma clapped her hands together, excited to remember what a Belle was.

A pure heart. Well, she might have that, Chev thought. Idiots often did. And she was . . . beautiful. Objectively.

“That’s right.” Sariel laced his hands behind his back like a stern schoolteacher.

“Wait! Then . . . I’m the next Belle?”

Chevalier snorted. A few of his brothers made quiet exclamations. Surely it didn’t take this long to draw a line between two clear points?

Ever patient, Sariel nodded. “Yes. And you will be choosing one of these princes as the next king of Rhodolite.”

Despite himself, Chev felt charmed by the stunned look that followed this statement. Emma’s whole body went rigid and her lips parted. Her brows went up and her nose crinkled. She really was expressionate. Like a moving painting or an articulated puppet. He’d never had much interest in the emotions that ran through others before, but this Emma girl was entertaining.

“But . . . why me? This is a decision that affects everyone in Rhodolite! Who am I to decide that?” She took a step back toward the door.

Jin took the opportunity to speak up, still wearing his usual smirk. “Yes, I wondered that too. What was the deciding factor?”

Sariel’s whip-thin smile widened. “The way she slaps.”

“She was that good, huh?” Jin laughed.

There was more chatter, nothing substantive. Chevalier had little interest in reassuring the girl she should be Belle. He settled back in the chair. This decision was already made for him and he was ready to be done with the round table.

When Sariel finally called for a vote, Chev was the first to lift his hand.

“That was quick, King Highness.” Nokto raised a quizzical brow.

Luke nodded. “Yeah. You’re our leader. Should you agree, just like that?”

Chevalier gave them both a cold look. “I don’t care who becomes the Belle. It’s irrelevant.”

Emma looked around the table, still gawping. “Wait, he’s your leader? But I thought-”

Sariel interrupted. “Yes. The princes are divided into two primary factions. Prince Leon’s faction could be said to favor domestic politics. While Prince Chevalier focuses on foreign affairs. The princes in each faction generally align with those goals, so yes. The vote is entrusted to the faction leaders.” His eyes fell on Leon. “And what is your decision?”

Leon gestured to the girl. “I want to know what Emma thinks.”

Chevalier closed his eyes, counseling patience. It was not his strength. Of course Leon would drag his feet. And he did. Asking nonsensical questions, listening to Emma’s idealistic drivel. If this wasn’t a round table discussion, he would have left already.

Finally, Leon lifted his hand.

“Then it’s decided.” Sariel nodded in satisfaction.

Chev stood and walked to the door.

“Leaving already?” Leon tapped a finger against the wood table.

“My business here is concluded.”

Clavis, ever the helpful fool, called out. “Wait, don’t you think you should stay? Woo Belle a bit first?”

“That would be a waste of my time.” Chevalier felt his jaw clench. “Whoever the Belle selects, I will be the future king.”

“You what?” Emma’s timid voice followed his proclamation.

He could feel the weight of her gaze. Her gentle features taut with anxious confusion. She needed someone to reassure her, but he was not that someone. Chevalier let his gaze go round the room, challenging any of his half-brothers to disagree. Then he settled on Emma. He couldn’t help but note the tremble in her hands as she gripped her skirt. “If you get in my way, I will deal with you. Keep that in mind little Belle.”

“Right,” she breathed.

Chevalier left and did not look back. He could care less about Sariel’s machinations, so long as four eyes did not interfere with his plans. There were borders to secure, noble factions to deal with, lands to manage . . . there was no time to think about one frightened girl tossed into the palace with these savage nobles.

The chiefest of the beastly princes ignored how easily his mind conjured her image. Brave little Emma. But even the brave could be devoured by beasts.

Next: Blood and Roses

[viatagrinner]

Clavis Lelouch. More Love with the Beast. Ch. 3. Sweet & Premium (His POV) Ends

Chapter 3. Sweet End

The Kingdom of Lelouch is a vibrant and lively place. Because Clavis, as leader of the country, he is constantly looking for new ways to exist.

(I miss that quality..)

Clavis: You seem to think, "I must be a good fiancée," but that doesn't matter.

Clavis: I just want you to have all the fun, okay?

Clavis: You and I both have only one life. Then I want to live a life where I can do everything I want to do.

Clavis: Life is fulfilling only when you do all the things you want to do and enjoy them with all your heart, isn't it?

(Clavis is unbelievable.)

However, "Do what you want" is not as easy as it sounds.

In Clavis' country, though, it seems to me that everyone does what they want to do.

The only one who can't do it is MC.

Clavis: Don't compromise in finding what you want to do.

Clavis: Your sadness today will become an irreplaceable asset in the future.

Initially, Clavis believed what he thought was right, and no matter what anyone said, he would stick to that belief to the very end.

This delights the heroine. This is the foundation of Clavis, and the part she is deeply in love with.

The girl has forgotten to enjoy herself, and to have fun.

Clavis: You're in love with me, aren't you? But you can fall in love with me as much as you want, right?

MC: If you tell me I can fall in love with you without limit...

She fell in love with Clavis' way of thinking and living.

MC: ...Can I kiss you?

Clavis:.......

A long silence hangs. The heroine's face burns with embarrassment.

Clavis: ...Yes, of course, you're always welcome, right?

MC: Why are you averting your gaze from me then,?

Clavis: You're shy. You'd be nervous with a beautiful man's face so close to yours, wouldn't you?

MC, however, sees that his ears are flushed.

MC: Thank you.

Clavis: "Thank you"? For what?

MC: Thanks for teaching me how to have fun.

Even though the heroine is the King's fiancée, she wants to find something she wants to do.

Clavis: That's good. If I can help, I'll help.

Clavis: But now...

MC: Kya!?

Clavis grabs his fiancée by the waist and puts her on his lap.

Clavis: Will you take responsibility for provoking me?

They kiss.

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It's been a few days since the heroine accompanied Clavis. She has stopped working at the bookstore for now. Every day she discovers something new for herself.

MC: Clavis, can I ask you a question?

Clavis: What, do you want to know how much I love you? Okay, I'll tell you.

She noticed that business in the state was conducted more verbally than in writing. Whereas in Rhodolite there was a lot of paperwork, there was a lot of writing needed, there was none of that in the Lelouch Kingdom.

She thinks it was because of the "uniqueness" of Clavis' handwriting. After all, few people can decipher it.

Clavis: What do you mean? The common language in the Kingdom of Lelouch is Lelouchian. Of course, we can decipher it.

Clavis explains that many of the citizens of his country are refugees and poor people.

Clavis: Many were denied the opportunity for education and, as a result, could not read.

Clavis: Most of the people I have political discussions with are such people.

Clavis: Low literacy is one of the problems of our country. The quality of education is directly related to national strength.

Clavis: However, there are many other issues that should be prioritized.

(I really want to do something about it.)

(.......Countries with low literacy rates inevitably have lower demand for books.)

(In that case, Clavis country would become a country without books...)

MC: I don't like it, it's a serious problem!

MC has found what she wants to do.

MC: If Rhodolite is the land of roses and art, then this kingdom I want to make it - the land of books and pleasure.

MC: Specifically, we will promote books in this country, where many people cannot read.

MC: If we create educational opportunities, increase literacy, develop an interest in reading, and establish supply and demand, we can soon be a country where there is a bookstore on every corner.

We also need to develop the desire to write books, to create a technology where expensive books can be made more accessible to a wider public.

Clavis laughs because this is the first time she's seen her speak so honestly and passionately.

MC: ....I actually wish I'd gotten serious about literacy first.

The King likes her enthusiasm. He put his arm around the girl.

Clavis: Then I guess I'd better teach you how to run a country rather than how to behave.

Her fiancé wants to teach the heroine: how to make a plan, a budget, get people interested... These classes will be different from her work at the bookstore.

The girl agrees with these, she has a lot to learn, but she doesn't want to cause problems for Clavis.

She didn't finish, Clavis put his finger to her lips.

Clavis: There's no way I would consider what you're doing a "nuisance," you know?

He likes that MC accepts the challenge.

Clavis kisses his fiancée.

Clavis: Once we get home, I'll teach you how to do it right.

MC: Just for the record, aren't we talking about management?

Clavis: Hahaha, well, what would you like today?

Clavis: How to govern or how to love?

MC: What are those two options?

Clavis: You don't like it?

MC mumbles confusedly.

Clavis: Okay, I've made up my mind. Government business starts tomorrow.

Well, MC has seen a new path for herself and she's looking forward to starting.

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Chapter 3. Premium End. His POV.

A few days later, a guest arrived in the Kingdom of Lelouch - it's Keith.

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Ever since MC became Clavis' official fiancée, he wanted to tell her something.

He suggests she do something nice. They have a whole other job waiting for them. It will be fun.

Routine gets in the way of personal growth.

(I just want you to live a happier life.)

Clavis: You seem to think, "I should be a good fiancée," but it doesn't matter.

Clavis: I just want you to have fun, okay?

Fortunately, these words seemed to reach MC's heart.

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The lessons began.

The heroine's suggestions were sensible, but lacked a budget.

The girl was naturally upset.

(Hmm, what a pretty face, no, no, no. I'm relaxing again.)

After MC decided to create a land of "books and pleasure" out of the kingdom, she began to study hard.

Task N1: Literacy Policy.

With brainstorming, the exchange of suggestions, ideas, and their return has been repeated many times. But the ideas are getting better and clearer.

MC definitely has potential.

(If we keep growing at this rate, I'm sure we'll become the "big bad guys" who will be famous all over the world.)

Cyril calls out to the girl to remind her that she has to go to the bookstore. Lessons are over for the day.

(.....O, crap. We didn't kiss goodbye again today.)

The heroine is still working at the bookstore. In doing so, she takes on new tasks. She has absolutely no free time.

She leaves. Clavis sighs sadly. Cyril tells him not to be too hard on MC and to help her with her idea.

But Clavis has a different idea. His fiancée needs "failure."

Clavis: It's easy for me to spoil her. With my help, the idea will come to fruition even today.

However, it doesn't help. The heroine is happy with the difficulty and enjoys the hard work. They both enjoy it.

For him, love is not about spoiling his beloved, but about letting him make as many mistakes as possible.

Cyril: Sorry, I was naive.

Clavis: Haha, you're a born knight, so it can't be helped.

Cyril grumbles.

At least Clavis said he wouldn't spoil his bride, but he wants to help.

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Meeting with Keith.

Keith tells him that he saw MC. She seems fascinated by politics. She even asked him for advice.

(...........What?)

Keith came to the Lelouch Kingdom to discuss refugee issues with Clavis.

Keith's words shocked Clavis.

Cyril, who was walking with him, poked him with his elbow, but he couldn't fix the look on his face.

Keith: I never thought Ms. MC would be actively involved in public affairs.

Keith: She seems to have a lot of fun thinking about her country.

Keith: I should follow her lead.... Um, Mr. Clavis?

The King Lelouch is not happy.

Keith: ...Why, why are you making such a scary face? I wonder if I said something offensive, sorry!

Clavis copes with his emotions. And habitually smiles.

Clavis: Prince Keith, is it true that MC "consulted" you?

Keith is confused. Perhaps thinking that Clavis is jealous of MC for him, Keith is quick to congratulate him on his engagement.

Keith: For MC... I'm like the weeds that grow around here.

Clavis laughs and says "at least as a tree."

Keith doubts that his "existence" can be equated with a "tree."

Clavis doesn't really care how his fiancée feels about Keith.

 He cares about something else. MC never asked for advice, never consulted him. She only offered and he told her what was wrong.

Every morning he takes suggestions, but it's just business, not counseling.

(I want to be consulted by MV, too. I want to be told, "You're so reliable, Clavis".)

Clavis thanks Keith, who doesn't understand why.

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Clavis: When I get home, I'll advise MC.

Cyril: You said you wouldn't spoil lady MC, didn't you?

Clavis: Hahaha, what are you talking about?

Cyril: .....🙄

(Better to discard that belief than to let another man be your counselor.)

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That night, when Clavis came into MC's room and asked if there was anything he could discuss with her, anything he could do to help, she shook her head.

Clavis doubts her words, he makes it clear that he knows Keith was helping her.

The girl doesn't deny it. But already Keith has helped her.

(What... it was already too late...)

(No, I had a vague premonition of that.)

The king staggered and sat down on the bed.

The heroine is faltering. Clavis replies that he feels his own helpless, pathetic state.

(Seriously, it's important not to pamper MC and watch her hard work.)

(But... if she feels uncomfortable asking for help, that's a different story.)

In discussing politics, in solving problems, their relationship is like that of a boss and a subordinate, but Clavis doesn't want MC to keep quiet about what's bothering her. That makes him a bad suitor.

The sight of a sad Clavis touched the girl, and she hugged him.

Her breasts were at the level of his face.

He caught his breath at the sudden "dere/ tenderness" of his fiancée.

MC: I don't know what's wrong with you, but take care of yourself, okay?

Clavis: ....Then will you listen to me?

MC agrees and strokes his hair.

Clavis: I want you to rely on me.

Clavis: You have to consult your fiancé first. Of course, I'm not going to interfere with what you're doing.

Clavis: I try to keep my help to a minimum. But counseling is always open, you know?

(If you feel uncomfortable talking to me, we need to think about how to interact with each other. )

This is a serious question for the future.

The girl was sorry to take up his time. Clavis says that being with her is his favorite hobby and activity.

Clavis: Didn't I tell you this morning that I have plenty of time for you?

Clavis: So, when you have a problem, think of me first. Other men can come after that.

(I also "loved" you so much that I almost forgot the important things.)

Instead of pampering MC, it's more important to be the person she can rely on the most in trouble.

Now she will consult with him.

Clavis realizes the position they are in now.

He presses his lips against the well-formed bulge peeking out of the top of her blouse. The heroine panics and tries to break free from the embrace. But Clavis holds her tightly and kisses her on the lips.

MC says she is still working on the idea. But a bad idea crosses his mind as he kisses her lips to discourage work.

Clavis declares that he falls asleep and still arrives in a sad mood.

Clavis: I won't let you go until you get me in a good mood.

MC laughs.

MC: It's easy to please Clavis, isn't it?

Clavis: Oops, I didn't expect you to think of me as such an easy-going man...

The girl offered her lap as a pillow.

Clavis: ....

He's easy to figure out.

(I won't let it end with just lap pillow, though...?)

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