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xxsycamore · 2 years ago

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Luka Clemence, the Third Prince

What happens when Luka and Clavis swap their places...?

A/N: My loyal partner in crackfics (and in anything related to writing, for that matter), the wonderful @chaosangel767, pointed out similarities between her sweet Luka and... Clavis. Yes, I know. We thought they have nothing in common at first. Or do they? This is a product of our heatwave-rotten minds (maybe mine is extra rotten so forgive me - this is barely proofread at all!). Pure crack. I hope it makes sense! The introduction as well as a passage of this is written by Chaya. She is co-writer of this fanficion. Make sure to go read Clavis side of this story - written by Chaya!

no pairing - characters: Luka Clemence, all the rhodolitian princes + Sariel, mentions of Comte de Saint Germain and Leonardo Da Vinci (ikevamp)

rating: G

tags: crackfic; crossover; they talk about boobs and legs at some point

wordcount: 1,755

A peaceful day in Central Quarter has Luka relaxing as he patrols near the Civic Center, checking in on citizens and making sure everyone is safe. A man approaches with golden eyes.

"Luka Clemence?" When Luka confirms, he produces a package, handing it to the confused Jack.

"Open this tonight" is all he says. Looking down, Luka inspects the package, wrapped in a dark purple with a gold ribbon. When Luka looks up, the man has disappeared leaving more questions than answers.

That night when the sun goes down and the full moon is high in the sky, Luka pulls out the package again. There is a sender's name in tiny letters, the moonlight making it easier to read the gold ink.

Comte St. Germain

"Who?"

Deciding to open the package to check for clues, he is shocked to find a purple belt laying inside. Taking it out of the box he inspects it more and finds a gold stripe down the front of it.

"Whose belt…?" He sets the package down in wonder and feeling suddenly unable to keep his eyes open, he lays down and shuts his eyes.

When he opens them, he is in a completely different room…

***

Confusion settles in as soon as Luka gains his senses again. There is a woman - a maid - towering over him with a worrisome look on her face. Her voice sounds like coming from the bottom of a well in Luka's still-dizzy mind, but he hears clearly the words "Prince Clavis" and the information that he's overslept.

When she leaves, Luka sits up in the bed- no, to his surprise, a sofa, and notices that he is already fully dressed for the day. He can start with his day now, except, he is not sure what he is supposed to do as Prince Clavis, while also simultaneously trying to figure out why he is here in the first place.

Fortunately, there is something like a day planner on the desk.

Unfortunately, the handwriting on it is utterly, completely illegible. More so than doctor Ash's handwriting. More so than any doctor's handwriting at all.

So, he is left to decide what to do with his day for himself. Hopefully this Prince Clavis is your typical, normal, boring person, and he can get away with it easily…

***

“Has anyone seen Clavis today?” Jin walks into the room with his eyes furrowed, Chevalier and Licht exchange glances and Sariel holds his stomach in worry.

“No… it’s been too quiet.”

As if waiting for that exact moment, a screech is heard from the kitchen. Without even exchanging a glance, everyone is quick to follow inside and see what is going on.

“Get him away from my kitchen!!!” Yves screeches horrified as they see Clavis in an apron, pulling a pie out of the oven.

Jin screeches as well, even if in a way-deeper voice. It is an alarming sight for sure.

But it doesn't stop there. Looking closely, there is food on almost every surface of the kitchen - hors d'oeuvers and main dishes, and now dessert too. By the looks of it, this full three course meal is spread out for all the brothers.

“Come help yourself."

People so different from one another find themselves sharing the same shocked expression in the face of this bizarre event. Not even a warm family meal is bonding the rhodolitian beast prince brothers like being together in the shock of its creation.

"You're not Clavis."

Luka tries his best to not act suspicious, but the remark catches him off guard. First they look like they'll all have a stroke over the mere fact that he is in a kitchen, and now the most intimidating-looking one of them, Chevalier, all is staring a hole through his back. The others laugh off the remark he made.

What is all of this about? He just came here to do the one thing he thought can't get wrong, for a prince that should be assumed to possess so many skills… he swears, this is not stress-cooking. This is not stress-cooking. He is cool.

He catches the words "food poisoning", pretends he didn't hear them, and then the feast begins.

***

They're crying. They're actually crying.

Another one of his - now he knows, brothers - Leon, wipes his tears in his sleeve while putting his bowl down. He's never had such a delicious soup in his life before. It has such warmth to it, like the soup in the tavern that he finds himself preferring over what the royal kitchen can offer. Yes, warmth. Heart. Love.

Similar to him, Jin puts down his bowl with a thud and wipes his tears. Nokto is smirking and nodding in approval, hand on his chin. Licht, whose smile the others are going a second almost-stroke over, is just as content. Luke says he is going to have the best post-lunch nap in his life.

And Luka sighs. In relief.

"Clavis, please- I can't believe that I'm saying that, but. You're free to enter my kitchen again. No, please enter my kitchen again! Tomorrow, let's have a meal like that again. A-and, thank you for learning how to cook overnight for us, I guess…" Yves shows his enthusiasm and thankfulness, and somehow blushes too.

"…Okay…"

Across the table, the other blonde prince is still staring at him, akin to a tiger monitoring its pray. It's scary.

Luka excuses himself to find a safer activity to immerse into.

"Not so fast, mister next best chef of Rhodolite. Did you forget what day is today? C'mon, the drinks are on me today."

The wardrobe-of-a-man that goes by the name of Jin pulls him by arm, not waiting to hear any excuses from "Clavis."

***

Luka did get a little nervous when he heard they will be drinking. However, inspecting the drink placed before him, ordered without as much as a word coming from his mouth, because, Jin just said 'the usual', he is calming down. Or is he? Another bizarre thing. This prince Clavis seems to be enjoying juice as his beverage of choice.

No, this is actually very good. He gulps it down with relief and listens to Jin talking about stuff. This is not so bad actually.

To be hanging around with your brother, chattering, enjoying a drink… it's true that Jin was a bit pushy about dragging him here, but… it's nothing like Jonah.

Luka smiles a little behind his glass. Yes, those guys are good brothers to have. They look like a strange bunch at first, but he felt a genuine warmth towards him at the table earlier.

This is not so bad.

"But nevermind that. Let's talk about some real stuff now. Check this out."

Luka snaps from his thoughts and sees Jin… gesturing with his eyes to the left. He does it twice and thrice, waiting for Luka to get the hint.

"What? There is just the waitress there."

Jin clicks his tongue.

"Just the waitress and two large…" he gestures the rest with hands, semi-discreetly. He seems to be making the shape of large balls in the air.

Luka is beyond confused.

"She started here this week. A little more and I'd come here without waiting for you. But I'm being a good brother."

"Thank you." Luka is still confused.

"Ahahah, stop it with the politeness, I'm cracking up. What's in this juice? Anyway. As per our deal. What do you think now?"

"What do you mean?"

"What, have you forgotten?? We made a deal. I show you a girl with boobs so pretty you admit boobs are better than legs just once." He does the thing with his eyes again. "So?"

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhh…"

It's Luka's longest "uh" in his life. Maybe he didn't heard that right. Maybe he really hit his head hard somewhere in the black army headquarters and this is all just a bad hallucination, this is the version he is sticking to, about the whole mess.

"Soo? Hurry up. Aren't they big? Aren't they pretty?"

"Uhhh…" Before he can go for a longer uhhh and outdo his personal record, he thinks quick. What is this Clavis person supposed to say?

"Yes. They're better than legs. Let's go back to the caste now."

"Woah. Woah!!!"

Jin stands up quickly from his seat, his chair falling backwards with a bang.

"Bottoms up everyone! I'm buying everyone a drink!"

***

As stress-cooking is crossed from his list, Luka is beyond glad that there is another activity that can help calm him down - one he is just as familiar with. He is thankful. He goes into the training grounds and prepares for some good mind-clearing sparring.

Until everyone starts pointing out the huge-ass sword he choose instead of his "usual one". Another commotion starts playing. Another one of his "brothers" start teasing him about something.

It has no end.

***

Or so it seemed.

By the time the sun set and the moon came out high in the sky, Luka is certain his fate is to remain here forever. He strolls along the outstretched balcony wrapping around one of the sides of the castle, the only sound his own footsteps.

And then, another pair. It's strange. The only thing in that end of the balcony should be that old door that doesn't open and likely leads nowhere. Suddenly, there is a man with brown hair approaching him.

He has golden eyes that very much remind him of someone… he has vague memories of a man with eyes like that. Seeing that the one who approaches him is holding a strange packet, he starts to remember - a blonde count, a package. He palms the belt on his waist.

"Ahh, here you are. I'm sorry, I don't have much time for explanations. Take this and clip it on. And give me that belt."

Confused, for the nth time today but getting used to it, Luka opens the package. To his surprise (more confusion added to the mix), inside is his hairclip.

He remembers to take off the belt (with difficulty) and give it to the golden-eyed man, before clipping on his own item.

Suddenly, he starts feeling extra sleepy…

"Woah there." The man, Leonardo, manages to catch him before he can collapse. He shakes his head.

"This damned Comte and his messes. And he says he has put his mischievous past behind him. Tsk."

He leaves the man on a nearby sofa and lights a cigarillo, off to his other destination.

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