HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAVIS!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY CLAVIS!

m a s t e r l i s t ◆ writing tag ◆ art tag

it's the 17th in Japan so here we are!

yes, he's technically still unfinished orz

MINORS DNI; If your bio does not state that you are 18+ I will not interact with you.

Thank you very much for the tag @queen-dahlia !

Tagging (if you want to do it, no pressure! ): @chaosangel767 and @fluffyneko !

Okay I found this picrew and just had to share because it is so so cute <3 So here we go! 

cute picrew 

Levi and I chilling in a sunflower field <3

no pressure tag : @peace-for-levi​ @levmada​ @anlian-aishang​ @wortverlust​ @theprettyarachnid​ @kissmetwicekissmedeadly​ and anyone who wants to do it <3

Day 2: Lover’s Reprise

Another fic for @xxsycamore and @queengiuliettafirstlady​ beautiful event. NGL this idea has been hanging out in my WIPs folder for about a year, I just wasn’t sure how to finish it or when to post it. 

Fandom: IkeRev 

Pairing: Luka x F!MC  

Prompt: Different universe, same love Day 2: Person of the arts AU & Day 3: Soulmates AU 

Type: Fluff, first kiss, soulmate au 

WC:985

Tagging: @thewitchofbooks, @psychoangelinmydreams, @ikesimp100, @queen-dahlia, @canaria-blackwell, @citizensofcradle, @devildomwritersposts, @ikehoe, @littlewitty, @curious-skybunny, @kpop-and-otome​, @aquagirl1978,@kissmetwicekissmedeadly, @lordsisterxotome, @tele86, @sarahann-1984 -If your name is crossed out I was unable to tag you. If you want to be tagged/untagged please let me know or fill out this form here.  

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Summer of Smut 3.0 Content Creation Challenge

(Text prompts can be found at the bottom of this post underneath the cut) What: Returning for the third year, @xxsycamore​ and I are hosting a lively content creation challenge to celebrate the summer with our favorite characters, and to promote/support creators within the various fandoms!

When: July 17th- July 31st (Final deadline to have your submission posted to be included on the Masterlist is August 13th.) 

Targeted Fandoms (ALL are welcome to join in):

Voltage

Mr. Love: Queen’s Choice

Cybird

Hoyoverse

Obey Me

Love Unholyc

Mystic Messenger

Any otome game/Animes

Rules:

Feel free to write/draw/create for as few or as many stories as you would like.You may combine prompts. (You can post it on either day then if you choose to combine.)

AUs are allowed. Suitor x Suitor, Suitor x MC, Suitor x OC, Suitor x NPC are all allowed.

Tags for the event will include #summer of smut & #summer of smut writing challenge.

We will be making a Masterlist to feature all of the stories. If you would like your creations to be included, please be sure to tag me so I can make sure I see them! If I reblogged your story, that means I saw it and it will be included on the Masterlist. Please don’t hesistate to dm me if you have noticed I unintentinally missed anything!

Final deadline to have your submission posted to be included on the Masterlist is August 13th! The final Masterlist will be posted for all on August 14th, so be sure to have everything completed by then!

Have fun and don’t stress over this please! 😎

            If you have any additional questions, you can always reach out to either myself or @xxsycamore​! Thanks for reading this, and I hope you consider joining in on the fun!

Text prompts can be found below the cut:

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Gilbert Von Obsidian 🖤🐯⚠️

Aaaahhh sorry to request again, and feel free to ignore it or toss it in the very bottom of your requests pile, but do you have any grief headcanons for Clavis and Chev as part of your series? Thank you so much and keep up the sterling work!

This is the original ask for this series of reactions:

I did one for the new princes, here.

And then received another ask for the same prompt with Jin/ Luke, here.

And now here is Clavis and Chevalier

TW: Grief / Death (writing after the cut)

Clavis Lelouch

You had his attention from the moment he saw you. He watched every reaction of yours to each joke he made, every sly comment that slid from his lips like an oil slick. He saw the way you covered your mouth with your hand, hiding a smile he knew would be deadly if directed at him in full force. In meeting after meeting he listened to his brothers, spoke up, throwing his words into the ring as he always did, casually, breezily. But where he once did it to get a rile out of them, he now spoke to see what pleasure he could summon from you. Would it be a stifled laugh, a flash of merriment in your bright eyes, or would you look across the room and hold not only his gaze, but the strings of his heart as well?

He turned up like a bad penny, you would joke, teasing him. When you left your room, he was casually by your door, tossing an apple in the air, story cocked and loaded. When you left your lessons, mind spinning with facts and figures, he was there and he just so happened to be walking where you had to go, regaling you with tales of the palace, the staff and when you were lucky, the other princes. When you were tired and worn, he was there to lift your spirits. When you were happy, he smiled and shared in your joy. The other princes rolled their eyes at him but not you. You had a smile, bright as sunflowers, sweet as honeycomb every time you spotted him. 

When you walked together, you touched his arm and his heart sang your name, over and over. You laughed at his jokes and it was birdsong to his ears. After one prank gone wrong, you removed bits and pieces of twigs from his soft hair and all he saw was the sunrise of your face. All he felt was the brush of your fingers on his scalp. And he was happy.

He walks the garden path, bouquet of black-eyed Susans in his hand, but it feels as if his feet don’t touch the ground. Because last night, under the cover of the gazebo during a sudden downpour of soft, summer rain, he kissed you and you kissed him back, your arms wrapping around his waist, his heart dropping into your hands. He can still taste your raspberry lips, sweet and tart and lingering. He spots the gazebo and his pace quickens, eager to reunite, but then his feet slow, everything slows, as he spots the body lying prone across the gazebo steps.

His feet carry him forward until he is beside you. He sinks to his knees, for once at a loss, no words, no thoughts, nothing at all except a blank void in his mind as his heart begins raging in his chest, fury stealing his breath. His shaking hand reaches down, gently pulling a bit of twig from your hair, your soft, beautiful hair. He lays the black-eyed Susans against your motionless body and he weeps. The tears of a clown were never as heartbreaking as this.

Chevalier Michel

He took notice of you the way one would a fly buzzing around a dining room table. Annoyance. Perhaps unavoidable. Flies are drawn to the scent of meat and Rhodolite requires a Belle to choose its king. But he knew it would be him. You were a sidenote, a formality to be crossed off a list and forgotten.

He found you in the library, so lost in a book you did not hear him enter. Whatever you were reading had sunk its hooks into your mind, drawn you so deeply into story that even his footsteps towards you were ignored. His blue eyes narrowed at the offense and he snapped at you, words clipped and fully intent on startling you.

What he got instead were cheeks flushed with emotion, eyes luminous with unshed tears. You were embarrassed at being caught in such a state but once you found out the book you were reading was his, you couldn’t hold back your excitement. He was bombarded with earnestness, with sincerity, with so much warm emotion flowing freely from you that he was thrown off-kilter. For every curt response, you had more explanations, more questions, more honesty. You were the small dandelion, ignoring the cracked stone around it, blossoming in the face of his cold, grave adversity. 

You began invading the corners of his mind. He would read something and wonder what you would think of it. He would listen in on your conversations with the others at dinner, before the start of a meeting, his expression never changing but his mind a sponge, soaking in your dulcet voice. He learned you loved romance and epic tales of dashing heroes and heroines. Your favorite flavor was caramel. To you, stormy nights were best passed with a candle, a blanket, and a book.

This would not do. He could not have all the things he held in his mind colored by the remembrance of your laughter, the shape of your smile. He would have to do something about this, as ignoring it was becoming as effective as a tiger ignoring a thorn in its paw.

He knows you take a stroll through the palace gardens at sunset, has heard you wax poetic about the colors of the sky and the beauty of the clouds. He plans on confronting you, asking you how long much longer you will need before you choose him to rule so that you can finally leave and take the distraction of your warmth and your luminous eyes with you. 

And if….if….the conversation takes longer and he is forced to spend time with you in the rose-scented garden, under a rose-colored sky, then so be it. So be it.

Then he spots you, curled up on the dirt path next to the lavender, your body as still as the illustrations in your favorite books. His steps never slow. They are resigned to the what is about to be revealed to him. Chevalier kneels down in one perfectly controlled motion, his hand lifting your wrist. It is the first time he has ever touched you. 

There is no pulse under the delicate skin. Slowly he places your hand back by your side and stands. The quicksand of regret pours in, filling up the small hole you had inadvertently chiseled into the armored walls of his heart. Now the barricade is back in place. The steel as thick as ever. He will not come close to letting anyone in again. He turns on his heel, heading back to the palace, leaving your body on the path, bathed in sunset’s fading light.

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Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesroseforclavis @somekidnamedkai @ikemen-prince-writers-posts @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @ikehoe @redheadkittys @themysticalbeing @queen-dahlia @moonstruck-writing @atelier-maroron