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Hi I saw that your requests are open 😳😳 can you write something about clavis from ikepri? Anything, really !! have fun and write whatever comes to mind hahaha pleaseee stay healthy and happy, you're loved and appreciated!!!
Hello~Thank you for waiting and for your kind words!I really hope you like it.You didn’t request something very specific, so i made it more crackish and had a kind of open end.But, if you want another one, more romantic or nsfw, then you can request again!Only if you want, of course!
Game: Ikemen Prince
Character: Clavis Lelouch
Type: Fanfic
Warnings:Crackish, probably bad English (I’m sorry!), maybe ooc character(s). teasing with suggestive theme.
“Just Another Day” Clavis Lelouch x (Fem.) Reader
You found yourself in a perfect dream, where flowers were everywhere around the sunny forest.Butterflies of all the colours sat on the fragile petals and they were drinking their nectar.You closed your eyes and let the nature fill you with beautiful smells-
“Belle, i’m here to wake you up.I’m such a good person, aren’t i?”Your eyes opened wide and you screamed.You grabbed one of the fluffy pillows “sitting” by your side and swinged it to the intruders face.
“PRINCE CLAVIS!”The pillow was quickly blocked.Clavis burst out laughing.
“Hahahahahahaha, a feisty one, aren’t you?It’s entertaining.”A mysterious smile appeared on his lips.
“Well, the others are waiting.Change and come to eat breakfast.Or do you need some help?”Without waiting for an answer, the purple haired man turned and left.
You were dumbstruck.First of all, why was he in your room.You cradled your head in your hands.A headache was already forming, making you sigh in frustration.
You got dressed up fast and did your morning routine.
Nearly 20 minutes later, you walked out of your bedroom and straight up to the breakfast table.
“Good morning Belle.Come sit next to me.”Nokto smirked teasingly.
“Don’t talk like that, you good-for-nothing womanizer.”Yves scolded him.
“My, Yves woke up at the wrong side today.”Nokto said with a fake-offended expression.
“I’m sorry, but i was the one spending the sunrise with her.Meaning, she will stay besides me.”Clavis grinned.He pulled you on the chair at his left.
Yves choked on his tea while the other princes were shocked.
“Yves, stop choking.You are loud.”Licht continued eating his sweet tart.
“I’m sorry Licht.”Yves apologised, then glared at Clavis.
“What did you do to Belle?!”Clavis laughed loudly again.
The moment his mouth opened, you slapped your hand on it.
“Nothing!He just came to wake me up!”Suddenly, everyone seemed more relaxed.Clavis chuckled.
“You don’t trust me enough with Belle?”He asked.
“I don’t trust you with safety scissors...did you think i would trust you with someone’s life?”Yves shouted angrily.
“Be quiet.”Licht interrupted.Yves calmed down at last.The conversation changed and breakfast went smoothly.
Finally, you finished eating, therefore, you run outside the castle.
In a flash, strong arms wrapped around you.You back hit something hard and you moved your eyes, only to find sultry, half-lidded, gold ones.
“What is it, prince Clavis...”His hot breath warmed your skin.You shivered when a soft brush of his lips touched your shoulder.
“You are too trusting, Belle.Be careful, unless you want to get trapped.”And like thin air, he disappeared.
THE END.
AN:Thank you for reading!I hope it’s not too ooc!Have a nice day/night and take care of your health!
NadiaSilver~
Hello bby hope you're doing well!! I saw that your requests are open and that you write for ikepri??? Wow thank you for the content!
Might I request something about clavis and his new priest card...I don't have any preferences, so it's all up to how you feel it but this card is the end of me..have a lovely day and take care, thank you for ur hard work darling<33
(also pls don't apologise for your "bad" english, you're so cool for writing in a language that is not your mother's!! Pls don't feel bad and be confident because your writing is amazing heheh)
Hello there! Thank you for your kind words, I really appreciate them! I love writing for ikepri. The game needs more love, haha! Clavis sure is something in that card like, damn! Also, thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy~
(This fic will be sfw and I'll put a continuation, where it'll turn to NSFW. I'll put a warning for those that don't want to read the smutty part and want to read the sfw!)
Game: Ikemen Prince
Type: Fanfiction
Characters: Clavis Lelouch, Sariel Noir, Chevalier Michel, other characters are mentioned.
Warnings: Fluff, teasing, sfw, NSFW, smut, unprotected, very small priest kink? Not really, it's just a Clavis thing, haha. I want to say about my English, but this ask gave me confidence (thank you very much).
"𝓟𝓵𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮, 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓲𝓿𝓮 𝓶𝓮" Clavis Lelouch x (fem.) reader
It's been a while since you were invited in Sariel's office. Today, you had to meet him again, in order to discuss the Halloween party in the palace.
"Do you understand what you have to do now?" Sariel asked. His hands were tucked under his chin, while he was watching you.
You nodded, letting him know that you were fine with the jobs assigned to you.
"Great, you are dismissed." Sariel smiled, happy that he had someone else do these things.
As you were leaving, you noticed something was off. You looked behind you and found Prince Clavis in all his glory... and a pot full of salt in his hands.
"Clavis, what exactly are you going to do with that?" You asked worriedly. You weren't worried for him, but for the poor human that had to keep up with his prank.
"Oh? Are you interested? Hahahahaha, then come and see!" He smirked and dragged you inside Sariel's office.
The black haired man frowned at the two of you.
"Prince Clavis and (Y/N). What do you need?" He asked, making Clavis grin.
"Nothing nothing, I just wanted to show (Y/N) how to keep demons away." He said and made a straight line of salt in front of Sariel. Clavis turned to you and spoke.
"See? It's very easy!" After that he took you and run out as fast as he could. The bareucrat was ready to throw the pot on his head, if he stayed any longer.
"Hahahaha, I love the face he makes!" He was still laughing and you were panting.
"Prince Clavis, you shouldn't make him too angry." Clavis acted like he didn't hear your warning and shrugged.
"Anyways... (Y/N). I heard you'll make a cake for the Halloween party. I'll offer my help from my very kind heart."
"... I won't let you put chloroform in for Prince Chevalier." You deadpanned.
"Hahahaha, that's a shame! Hm, I'll find another way to take him down. Bye bye, lovely princess!" The tall man waved at you. How did you end up with this man?
You sighed and stepped towards the kitchen. Everything that was needed, was already out for you to use. You cleaned your hands and started putting the ingredients together.
Three days later and it was October 31st. The party was pretty lively. Prince Leon was surrounded by dozens of citizens who adored him and the others did their thing.
You spotted Prince Chevalier, sitting alone and reading a book.
'Doesn't he feel left out? Guess I'll go.' You caught yourself thinking and before you knew it, you were on the chair by his side.
"Prince Chevalier, don't you like the party?" Your voice was loud and clear.
Chevalier turned his head, a lazy smirk on his face.
"What do you think, dummy?" He said teasingly.
"Well, you should-" You didn't have the time to finish, because a cheery voice popped in the conversation.
"Ah, Cheva likes to be a pretty wallflower in social gatherings." Clavis wrapped an arm around your waist.
You looked at him and your mouth fell open. He was dresses as a priest, not the normal ones, but a very hot one.
You cleared your throat and swallowed. Clavis leaned to your ear, bitting gently.
"Is my pretty girl bothered? Maybe I should bend you over that chair to satisfy you-" You slapped your hand on his lips to stop him.
The blond Prince sighed.
"Get yourselves a room. No one needs to see you." He returned to his book.
"Hahaha, I was only teasing!" Clavis sent you a wink and stood up.
"I have to meet with someone. (Y/N), come with me." He extended his arm, which you caught a hold of and you were up to your feet in no time.
You noticed how quiet the other places were, except for the music from the main Hall.
"Clavis, where are we going?" You didn't get an answer, only his grip became stronger.
You noticed your surroundings had something familiar. It was your and Clavis's bedroom.
"Now now. How do you ask for forgiveness?" He laid you on the bed and he let his body become one with yours.
"W-what?" Your cheeks got red. The man on top of you put his face in your neck and inhaled your perfume.
"You have committed a great sin, playing like that with my heart." His cold lips touched your left shoulder, making you shiver.
"I d-didn't do anything!" You defended yourself.
"Oh? But you did. Going all over the place, letting others see you in that little witchy dress. Even Chevalier... You're a silly little girl that makes my heart clench with jealousy. Do you know how bad it is for a priest to feel jealousy? You should get punished. "Clavis chuckled darkly.
'Two can play this game.' You thought. You pouted your cherry soft lips.
" I'm sorry for making you jealous. But I'm a creature of the darkness, I can't help it. " You ghosted your lips over his.
Clavis kissed you hard, taking your breath away. He later broke the kiss and spoke.
"Good girl. Always telling the truth. You are forgiven, but don't go around thinking it ends here." And he kissed you once more.
{Here ends the sfw part and it's time for something more spicy}
Your boyfriend grinder his hard member against your legs.
" C-Clavis, what about the o-others? "Clavis hugged you in his chest.
" They won't miss us. "He whispered in your ear.
He skillfully unzipped your small dress and took off your underwear.
" I have to be sure you won't sin again, so open up your legs. "You did as he said and felt his purple hair between your legs, tickling your thighs.
His velvety tongue locked at your sensitive clit, making you moan loudly.
His long elegant fingers creepers to your entrance. He played around with his index finger and pushed it inside.
You sighed as your opening was getting stretched. Another finger soon joined the first one, while the thrusting and licking were faster that a few seconds ago.
Clavis groaned at your taste and with the help of his other hand, he took his cock, without taking his costume off.
He stopped everything he was doing and you whined.
"Easy there baby girl, we have the night to ourselves." He pushed his cock and rubbed it in your folds, letting it coat your pussy with your juices.
He slid the head inside and worked the part that wasn't in yet.
You relaxed your muscles and moved your hips.
" Please Clavis, I want you inside me! "You premmition (desperate plea) was all he needed to guide himself completely in.
" Ngh.... ahh... you are so warm inside. "He rested your legs on his shoulders, leaving a kiss on each of your knees.
" Ahh... mmhh... Clavis, faster! "You trembled at his hard and fast thrusts.
Your moans and the sound of skin against skin was heard for most of the night.
You knew you were close and Clavis was too.
" Go on, cum for me sweetheart. "He said sweetly.
You came hard, your releash staining Clavis's outfit.
" That was vert hot. You've been such a good girl for me. " The Prince sighed in pleasure, while you were shaking from the overstimulation.
Clavis groaned one last time and came, painting your insides with his cum.
"That was amazing." Your fingers went through his sweaty hair and stroked his head.
"Yes." Clavis kissed your arm.
"Let me help you clean up." He caringly held your body and carried you in the bathroom.
It was a night to remember.
THE END.
NadiaSilver~
AN:Thank you for reading! It was very fun to write it, haha!
May I order a round of “I’m not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” + Clavis please?
You certianly may. I have been giggling at this request since you asked it.
Not Grape Juice
Fandom: IkePri
Pairing: Clavis x F!Reader
Prompt: "I am not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” “You are not doing anything.” “But.. I sent you my love. Did you not get it?”
Type: Crack/Fluff
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Giggles escape your lips as you hide in your little fort to read. It is late, and you have stolen extra blankets from the maids thanks to a certain mischievous Prince. Having made a blanket fort at the foot of your bed, you sip your hot chocolate, letting your mind wander.
“Ooh Belle” the singing voice is slurred and loud in the silent night. Sighing as you pull yourself from your book, you crawl out of the fort and set down your hot chocolate.
“Clavis?” Opening your door, he staggers in and you snort.
“I thought you didn’t drink?” You can smell the alcohol on him but he shakes his head.
“I did not drink anything other than grape juice” Clavis instists, but the flush of his cheeks and slur of his words tell you otherwise.
“Clavis you are drunk” The simple observation has the prince pouting.
"Nokto gave me grape juice though" Clavis tries to defend and you sigh. Hearing the annoyance Clavis tries to cheer you up, staggering over ro you.
“I am not drunk. Can a drunk person do this?” Clavis staggers up with his arms outstretched to you. His foot catches the blanket and he tumbles to the floor, cushioned by your fort.
“You are not doing anything.” A sigh falls from your lips as you cross your arms and glance longingly at the destroyed fort. So much for your quiet and peaceful night.
“But.. I sent you my love. Did you not get it?” The words catch you off guard and you look down at him. Quicker than you can act, his hands grab you and he pulls you onto the collapsed fort and against his chest.
“What? Clavis…” Unsure of what the Prince is talking about, you try to struggle away. Clavis only holds you tighter, his amber eyes pleading.
"I showed you how much I love you" he tries to explain and you raise your eyes at him, caught off guard by his confession.
"You destroyed-" his lips catch you off and you taste the wine he drank.
"Grape juice my ass" murmuring against his lips you melt against him. Mind swimming and wondering if this was real, or just a drunk Clavis at work. Slowly all the little interactions the two of you have clicked. Shutting your eyes you melt against the chaotic prince, chasing the sweet taste of wine on his lips.
au where i finish this before his birthday ends *cue audience laugh track*
Heyy can i please request clavis x fem reader with the prompt nightmare?
A/N: And we're back to angst. Hi @aceuuuuu here you go! I hope you like it 💜Thank you for the request!
Clavis x f! reader
Word Count: circa 1600
Sleep found you easily that night, rocking you in its arms until you fell into a deep and peaceful slumber. What dreams found you were pleasant, drifting in and out of your mind like iridescent bubbles following a light breeze. At the moment, your mind has taken you to a far-away beach. White sand is warm under your bare feet. The salty air tickles your nose. The gentle lapping of the waves soothes your body as you sink slowly into the deeper, darker parts of sleep.......except there, off in the distance, something is pulling at the threads of your peaceful dreaming. You try to ignore it but it is insistent. A tugging at your sleeve. A knocking at a door. A chime that won’t stop ringing. The beach fades away, despite your desperate desire to stay in that warm, safe place. The tugging is more insistent. The knocking grows louder. The chiming fills your mind until you are jerked completely out of sleep’s embrace......to the fitful sounds of your lover in crisis.
Clavis Lelouch
When royalty marries, there are no limits. The already beautiful palace is transformed into something out of a dream: soft, romantic garlands made from only the most perfectly formed pink and white roses are hung from every archway. White drapery, sheer as a fairy’s wings and just as delicate, bedeck the walls. Everyone is gathered in the ballroom, now full of plush, navy blue and gold chairs for its guests. The ornate walls with their silken tapestries are illuminated by hundreds of white taper candles. The nobility is dressed in its very finest, a sea of sumptuous satin, soft velvet, and glittering jewels. Clavis spots the dark, hunter green of Jade. The stormy black of Obsidian. The sea blue of Benitoite. And even more exotic gems and nobles: the sunset orange of Tanzanite. The deep, cobalt blue of Ionite. The world has gathered to witness this event.
Chevalier stands under the arched trellis covered in blood-red roses. He is resplendent in crisp white and blue. His sword hangs at his side, but it will go thirsty today. It is there in an ornamental nature only. His expression is neutral. One who does not know him might even say he looks bored. But Clavis notices the way his white-gloved fingers clench and unclench, minute movements lost on the crowd. He also notes the quick, subtle glances at the ornate double-doors.
And when those doors finally open, when the figure adorned in swathes of white silk and that heavily embroidered floral veil steps through and into the ballroom, he notices how Chevalier’s shoulders straighten even more. His hawk-like attention is solely focused on the woman in white gliding towards him. Some of the nobility holds its breath, some sigh at the romance of it all. But with each step she takes, Clavis feels his stomach twist. Could it be.....No.....you said you loved him. It can’t be....
She arrives at Chevalier’s side, taking his arm. That scent, the familiar mixture of lavender and roses, hits Clavis’s nose and nausea blossoms within his stomach. No. It can’t be. No. The wedding officiant speaks, unaware of the storm tearing through him, the wild winds of despair and disbelief ripping his rice-paper heart to shreds as Chevalier slowly lifts the opaque veil to reveal YOU. Your beloved face, flushed pink with pleasure, your bright eyes full of stars because they are fixed on him. Your smile, the Northern star guiding him to your boundless well of love and acceptance and desire. His hands take yours in his, his thumbs running lightly over your bare skin.
The officiant’s words have no shape, no coherent form. Clavis barely registers what is being said as his brother’s face takes on a foreign softness, his head tilting down to gaze into the springtime of your smile. You continue to beam up at the king. Nausea overwhelms the third prince as the remains of his heart are tempest-tossed within his heaving chest.
Music, discordant and jarring, begins playing as Chevalier leans down and you lean up and time seems to accelerate, everything rushing forward at breakneck speed: You are wrapping your arms around his neck and he’s pulling you against his body and your mouths are pressed together, opening and closing passionately as you kiss each other hungrily and his hands slide down, pulling you harder against him and you are gasping and eager and ready and not at all bothered that you are in front of a crowd that cheers and hollers and claps as if it is normal for the groom to begin ravishing his bride right then and there, his hands impatiently pulling on your dress to your excited, encouraging gasps, his mouth leaving a trail of rose-colored kisses as it travels down your neck, down your collarbones, down to the neckline of your dress which is falling with each passing second—
“Clavis....Clavis!” You repeat his name, hands on his shoulders to keep him from thrashing any further. You try his name one more time, this time louder than before, worry surpassing the concern of being too loud in the quiet of the midnight hour. His eyes fly open, his breath ragged as he adjusts from the shock of his dreams to the reality of your bedroom, enveloped in night’s shadows. You wait, your hands still on his shoulders, anchoring him. He blinks and then pulls away from you, rising and stumbling from your bed. His name is a question whispered to the dark but he does not answer. He makes his way to one of the large windows, reaching over and then flings it open, allowing in a burst of cool air. It is a balm to his overheated skin, to the wild drumming of his heart which feels like it may burst from his chest if he does not manage to claim a few steady lungsful of air.
Frowning, you reach for your dressing gown, wrapping the soft lavender velvet around yourself before walking over to where he is standing, bracing himself on the window sill. “Clavis?” Your voice sounds small even to your own ears. “Are you ok?” His eyes are closed. He’s breathing slowly. Normally he would turn, paint a smile on his face and ask why ever would you be concerned about someone as clever as him? But not this time. He is shaken. His hands tremble as they push his soft hair, damp with sweat, out of his face. You watch the muscles of his abdomen rise and fall with each tremulous breath, the play of soft moonlight over his skin, the way it adds a silvery sheen to his midnight hair. It feels like it is caressing him too, trying to comfort the man you love as much as you want to.
Finally his eyes open, seeking out the night sky. He has not turned to look at you yet. When he speaks, his voice sounds tight, as if there is an invisible hand wrapped around his throat, slowly squeezing. “You.....want this, right? Us?” The shock of his words stings, as if you have been slapped without a moment to brace yourself. Your feet are carrying you toward him before you can think about it. You reach out, taking his hands and turn him away from the window and towards you. Your grip is firm, forcing his mind to focus on it. On you. “Why would you even ask me that?” Shadows have chased the light from his eyes and your heart sinks as he lowers his gaze. He looks ashamed. He looks scared. “I dreamt.....you married the king.” He doesn’t need to say his name. Or what the weight of that kind of dream would have, and the way it would crush his heart.
You swallow hard against the instinct to say that that would never happen. That it was only a dream. Instead you gently use your grip on him to pull him closer. You release his hands only because yours slide around his waist, palms coming to rest against the small of his back. Your head is tilted up to look at him, refusing to look away until he finally meets your gaze.
“Where am I?” you ask quietly. He seems rather caught off guard, but even in his darkest moments, an intriguing question manages to snag his attention. “Your room,” he answers slowly. You nod encouragingly. “What time is it?” He now glances at the small wooden clock on your desk. “Half past one.” Again you nod, adjusting your embrace so that you can step even closer. “And who is in my arms?” He meets your gaze, his brilliant eyes so beautiful even in shadow. “I am,” he whispers. You nod once more. “That’s right. You are. You and only you. Right now. And ever more.”
There is sunrise in his gaze, a light slowly returning as your words sink in, soothing the scratches across his heart, calming its panicked beat. Your hands slide over the bare skin of his back, warm and comforting and tender. Your gaze never leaves him. You hold him there, physically with your arms, emotionally with the echo of your words, the open love in your soft expression. Time is suspended, the space between the twinkle of stars, and then he leans down, gathering you against him, hoarsely whispering your name before he kisses you. You yield to his roughness, his urgency, your body curving into his, your lips parting. Anything he needs, he can take from you. You would give him the very breath from your lungs, the beat of your heart, if he asked for it.
Anything, you think as you stumble with him back toward the bed, locked in his impassioned, desperate embrace, anything for the man you love.
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I want you to know that I'm never leaving
'Cause I'm Mrs. Snow, 'til death we'll be freezing
Yeah, you are my home, my home for all seasons
So come on, let's go
Let's go below zero and hide from the sun
I love you forever where we'll have some fun
@venulus
Thank you, Venu! I had a blast, Clavis' energy is very contagious. SIA's snowman matches him a little too well...
I want to tell him "I'm never leaving" and, well, every other part of the song for that matter. Honestly I'd even sing it to him after the snowball fight! (After I absolutely demolish him) and then warm up his fingers and ears from the frostbite.
*Sigh* I once again got carried away... Clavis is just too good at distractions.
I love you forever where we'll have some fun~