#clavis really did it this time

[aquagirl1978]

from Chevalier's Romantic Route, The Tale of Fabled True Love - His Side Story

...a dirty, worn-out rag.

[jejecchi]

some fun trip he said. we're in the middle of an ambush :/

[dicenete]

Finished Silvio's route, solid 8/10. I mean I still have questions and things I wanted to see explored. Like more about Silvio's past and why he behaved why he did. I mean I got a glimpse of it in the dramatic route a bit. Maybe I will do the romantic route too someday. Congrats Silvio, you got into the second playthrough team. But I'm satisfied with this. So here are some sketches of the ultimate tsundere. I really love that the guy that is all about the money and wealth has taken blue as his primary color. And it is that Lapis Lazuli kind blue = one of the most, if not, the most expensive pigment made. I'm really curious why his hair has a small tuft of dark blue color there. Has he dyed it? Is it natural?

Also more my ramblings... In the prologue, as they set the world, they talk about how this game takes place in late medieval time. (of course a fictional world, but not like fantasy, with magic and such (shame really, I would love there to be some magical elements there)). BUT the clothes... the fashion... They are very modern in many aspects. I know, i know, this is very nit picky of me. This is pretty much like Bridgeton. A period fiction. But really, they didn't need to go give us a reference to a certain time period xd They could have left it even more vague. But alas... This is not really a criticism, as I can totally see past this. I just find it funny.

BUT ONE THING THAT MADE ME PUT MY PHONE DOWN FOR A MINUTE WAS THIS:

My young horse girl self just was ready to smack Silvio off his horse. You don't use reins to encourage horse to go faster! Not even with the carriages either. But especially not when you actually ride a horse. Reins are for steering and slowing down. You use weight and your legs to apply pressure to horse's sides to encourage them to go faster. (ideally you could do this only by using weight, but that needs skill and a sensitive and well trained horse.) Routes and ratings so far (my opinion purely, there is nothing else to it really): 1. Clavis's route, dramatic ending + epilogue. I laughed so much and the theme was very interesting. Cyran was MVP. 9/10 2. Silvio's route, dramatic ending + epilogue. He was an asshole, I wasn't disappointed. Enjoyed the ride and the political shit with usage of money. Giving me Itachi vibes with the gesture of messing your hair. Could have used more Carlo. Also where is Emidio?? 8/10 3. Licht's route, dramatic ending. He edgy but sweet. I wanted to see more of twins being twins and I got some of that. I was happy :slight_smile: And he loves horses, more points from that. 7.5/10 (the reason why I didn't do epilogue for Licht was because I didn't use walkthrough and I didn't want to start paying for those points :0 4. Nokto's route, dramatic ending + epilogue . Playboy, got what I asked for. Entertaining. Could have needed more time with Licht. I want to see brothers being brothers. 7/10 I see my style evolve and I kinda like it. Indulging my teenage aesthetic. Sometimes face shapes get all weird and I'm not sure if it is because they are weird or that I'm becoming blind to them and am just trying to find something weird.

[celiciaa]

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

SWEET.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

special thanks to @otomehoneyybearr for proofreading! ♡

minors and ageless blogs dni.

Surrounded by the scent of roses that sneaked in through the open window, I couldn’t help but sigh involuntarily.

(We’ve arrived….)

(…at the Rhodolite castle.)

The coachman opened the door and Gilbert, who was sitting across from me, got out first.

Gilbert: Allow me?

Emma: Thank you… very much

Taking his offered hand, I carefully stepped down the carriage.

(I've seen the castle from a distance before, but it’s the first time I’ve gotten this close.)

(…I might have thought that same thing before losing my memories.)

Gilbert: Hehe, it's been a while since we’ve been in Rhodolite. I never thought we would come here again.

Gilbert doesn't let go of my hand and starts walking towards the entrance.

(I didn’t expect that he would actually accompany me.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Emma: Gilbert, would you like to come with me to see the roses in Rhodolite?

——That night, after much thought and deliberation, I decided to invite Gilbert.

His red eye widened, and the hooded man standing next to him gasped.

Gilbert: You want me to come with you?

Emma: That’s right. You said you liked roses, didn’t you?

Emma: But...I guess it is a difficult request.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: Roderich.

Roderich: ….I will persuade the doctor myself. Have a safe trip.

Gilbert: Yeah, I’ll leave things in your hands while I'm away.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(I wanted to come to Rhodolite. But also I didn't want to leave Gilbert alone either.)

(…Gilbert immediately granted my selfish request.)

(You really love me, don't you?)

━━

Gilbert escorted me into the castle,

Before I could admire the luxurious interior, three men simultaneously turned towards us.

Gilbert: Hehe, thank you for the warm welcome.

Rio: Emma!

Emma: Huh, Rio!?

The only friend who existed in my memory rushes to me.

Emma: Why are you here?

Rio: Naturally, because I was your butler.

Emma: …My butler? 

Rio: Oh—…..

Rio: …So it’s true that you've lost your memory.

Gilbert: I wouldn’t fabricate something like that, you know.

Gilbert: However, we’ve got quite the overprotective group here.

???: Have you finally decided to give Emma back? 

Gilbert: No way, we’re only here for a trip. 

???: Hmm, a trip, you say. But the young lady next to you seems quite troubled, doesn’t she?

(…I can't remember my time as Belle, but it seems….)

(Like I should know these people too.)

Gilbert: …On the right is Luke, and on the left is Clavis. Both are princes of Rhodolite. 

Although I couldn’t remember the words he whispered in my ear,

Gilbert’s casual consideration eased my tense expression.

(I don't feel comfortable asking a prince for a favor, but it's what I came here for.)

I take a step forward, releasing Gilbert’s hand.

Emma: I have something I'd like to ask you all.

Clavis: Is it about how to drop the worldwide disaster into a pit?

Luke: Shut up. ——What do you want to know?

Emma: I heard that I was at the Rhodolite Castle for a while.

Emma: But I don’t remember anything about that…could you guys please tell me about my time here?

(The story I heard from Gilbert is only from his point of view.)

(But maybe I’ll get different information if I hear the princes of Rhodolite’s side of the story.)

(Especially about why Gilbert loves me.)

(If I could solve that mystery….)

Clavis, Rio and Luke: ….

Emma: Umm...why do you all look so serious?

Clavis: Maybe there are some memories in this world that don't need to be remembered.

Luke: Yeah.

Rio: …Oh right. Prince Gilbert, Prince Chevalier summoned you.

Gilbert: Oh? Are you intending to inconvenience a guest with such a thing?

Rio: My apologies. However, it’s Prince Chevalier we’re talking about.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: …It can't be helped then. I’ll grant you mercy just this once.

I instinctively grabbed Gilbert’s cloak as he casually tried to walk away.

Gilbert: Little rabbit?

Emma: Oh...sorry. 

(Why did I try to stop him?)

(…I didn't even have anything to say.)

Gilbert: You don't want me to leave that badly, huh?

Emma: …I don’t know.

Gilbert: You're so honest.

As I let go of his cloak, Gilbert grabs my hand and brings it to his lips.

The gentle touch of his cold lips against my fingertips made my chest tighten.

Gilbert: Even if she doesn't remember, she’s still my fiancée.

Gilbert: You understand, don't you..?

Clavis: Ahaha, no need to threaten us. We would never mistreat Emma.

Luke: Hurry up, you're in the way.

Gilbert: Eeh— how rude. 

With a refreshing laugh, Gilbert finally disappeared into the depths of the castle.

(Normally, I should feel relieved when the notoriuos villain leaves….)

(...But I have this feeling of wanting to chase after him right away...)

Rio: Emma… Let’s talk about this somewhere else, shall we?

━━

Rio: ——And this is how the story went between you and Gilbert. 

Emma: …That can’t be true….

Emma: ….

Emma: Wait...Could it be that something terrible was done to me?

Clavis, Rio and Luke: That’s right.

Emma: ….

(Isolated due to Gilbert’s malice, and the people of Rhodolite turned hostile towards me…)

(And in the end, I was taken to Obsidian as a hostage.)

As expected, there were several pieces of information that Gilbert hadn’t mentioned in the story, and I held my head in my hands.

Emma: ….Why did I fall in love with Gilbert?

Clavis: A momentary lapse.

Luke: You were threatened.

Rio: Because you’re so kind!

(Everyone’s answers are all over the place!)

Rio: Emma, maybe now is your chance.

Emma: My chance…?

Rio: Even if the treaty was signed by the four neighboring countries, Obsidian is still our enemy.

Rio: Staying in obsidian may lead you to being harmed by Rhodolite.

Rio: So, why not take this opportunity to come back to recuperate?

Emma: ….I can’t do that.

Emma: Gilbert said that if I didn't return, he would come to Rhodolite with a large army to pick me up.

Luke: That guy is the worst.

Clavis: Don’t worry, Emma. Our country’s princes are all capable.

Clavis: Dealing with Gilbert should be easy

Clavis: In fact, I've been wondering for some time now whether it's a good idea to put the fate of the country solely in your hands.

Clavis: If there's something we could do about it, would you come back to Rhodolite?

Rio, Luke, Clavis, were all serious.

(…I——)

━━

——Meanwhile.

Gilbert: Honestly, how would they feel if they were esteemed guests and were treated as a burden?

Chevalier: ….

Gilbert: If they wanted to separate me from her, they could have told a more convincing lie.

Gilbert: And that goes for you too. Can’t you stop writing when there’s a distinguished guest in front of you?

Chevalier: An uninvited guest.

Gilbert: I see you’re still terrible at diplomacy. With that attitude, you’ll definitely earn the displeasure of some countries.

Gilbert: …Well, never mind that. Let me borrow this for a moment.

Gilbert, unceremoniously, took the quill from Chevalier's hand,

And lined up several formulas on a nearby document.

Gilbert: What do you think of this?

Chevalier: ….

Chevalier: ….It’s quite unexpected to hear this from the worldwide disaster.

Chevalier: To think you came all the way just to return the rabbit.

Gilbert: Ahaha, don't misunderstand anything.

Gilbert: It’s just a temporary arrangement. If she doesn’t come back, I’ll lead a large army to get her.

Gilbert: I hope Rhodolite doesn't become engulfed in a sea of flames.

Chevalier: I thought you hated lies.

Gilbert: ...Yeah, I do. It makes me want to vomit. 

Chevalier: ….

Chevalier: The cost of this information upfront is high but I will accept it as a gesture to foster future relations.

Gilbert: Why, thank you.

Gilbert: Now that you’ve paid, make sure to handle everything properly.

━━

Emma: Ah, there you are, Gilbert!

After searching around the castle, I finally found a black figure hidden among the roses.

When I ran over to him, he noticed me and greeted me with a fresh smile.

Gilbert: Did you enjoy your chat with them?

Emma: Yes. I was able to hear various stories from everyone.

Emma: …Although, most of them were criticisms about you.

Gilbert: Ahaha. Did you end up hating me?

(To hate you….)

(…I wish I could.)

When I held his cold hand, his blood-colored eye widened slightly——

Gilbert: What’s this? You’re holding the hand of a man who has done so many terrible things to you.

Emma: …It does not have any special meaning.

(However, Gilbert looked lonely while he looked at the roses….)

Emma: Anyway, the roses in Rhodolite are beautiful, aren’t they?

To regain my composure, I scanned my surroundings

The flowers blooming in here are a symbol of the land of roses,

All of them meticulously cared for, displaying vibrant petals.

It was a rose garden so beautiful that I could look at it for minutes, even hours, without getting bored.

Emma: But….

Emma: That single rose I received from you seems more beautiful to me than all of these.

Gilbert: …Really? It looked meager compared to the roses here, though.

Emma: I haven’t forgotten everything to the extent that I don’t understand the meaning of the roses that bloom in Obsidian. 

(A cruel and frightening person… The Gilbert in those stories didn’t seem lovable.)

(I never understood why Gilbert loved me.)

(But I still can't get that rose out of my mind.)

(The rose that Gilbert earnestly made bloom in a barren land.…)

I squeezed his hand tightly so that my warmth transferred to his cold palm.

Emma: I felt refreshed after hearing everyone's stories. Thank you for coming with me.

Emma: Let's go home, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

Gilbert: …But your home is here, you know?

Emma: That's true, but the old me chose to live by your side.

Emma: …Besides, after hearing those stories, I’m certain about it.

Emma: That I was definitely in love with you.

Emma: Otherwise, I would never have gone to Obsidian.

(Rio, Clavis, and Luke, all said the same thing.) 

(That I had gone to Obsidian of my own free will.) 

(That decision itself was my answer.)

Gilbert moves away and pulls me into an embrace that my heart doesn’t find unpleasant.

And above all, the red eye in front of me was wavering.

What was unmistakably reflected there was a profound and earnest love.

(….After coming to Rhodolite, I was finally able to accept it.)

(I am…Gilbert’s fiancée.)

Emma: I haven't regained my memories back yet, but...can I stay by your side?

I asked timidly, Gilbert pulled my hand and placed it on his chest.

Gilbert: …Silly little rabbit. I went through the trouble of creating a chance for you.

Emma: A chance?

Gilbert: Hehe, it’s nothing.

Presses his lips against my forehead, Gilbert smiles.

It was a smile rich with emotion, seemingly oozing happiness from the depths of his heart– oddly unfitting for a great villain.

Gilbert: Let's go home. I'll give you a rose garden even grander than this one.

Emma: I look forward to it.

(Until then, I want to remember everything properly.)

(Because I don't want you to feel lonely anymore.)

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[slowlypalefire]

*sees Isaac walking*

Mitsuki(MC) : Do you think he whimpers?

Arthur : Yes.

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Mitsuki: Treat the spiders the way you want to be treated.

Jean : Killed without hesitation.

Mitsuki : We're going to therapy.

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Mitsuki :All i attract is broken people, please stop it, I'm not bob the builder.

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Belle : So what did you do in your free time?

Gilbert: I stalk people.

Belle: Ok... i like to read in my free time.

Gilbert: I know.

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*Hugging Sariel*

Belle: Y'all are fighting your demons while I'm inlove with mine.

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Belle: How do you tall people sleep when blanket isn't covering you at all?

Luke: Belle, please, it's 2 in the morning.

Belle: can't sleep at all huh?...

Belle: ... is it because of the blanket?...

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Clavis: That's one of my biggest fears, like if I ever woke up as a food...

Belle: *sipping ☕*

Belle: You would eat yourself?

Clavis: Yes, i wouldn't even question it.

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Clavis: I really like this whole good girl,bad guy's thing you guys have going on.

Gilbert: It's not an act, it's just that I'm a criminal and Belle isn't.

[clavissionary-position]

Ikeprinces As Ranked By Gilbert

**Best enjoyed after reading Gil’s route. There are also spoilers of varying degrees from some sequel routes (Chev, Licht).

1. LUKE

Luke: I’m surprised I got the top spot. Don’t you and Chevvie go way back? Gilbert: That’s true, but you’re my adorable little kid brother. I’ve carried you on my back. You’ve carried me on your back. Good times. Luke: Aw, Dad… (bear-hugs Gil) Gilbert: (pouts as he struggles to breathe) Did you even… hear a word of what I said… Luke: I heard ‘kid’. That makes ya my dad, right?

2. CHEVALIER

Gilbert: So? What do you think? Chevalier: (ignores him and continues doing paperwork) Gilbert: (high-pitched voice) “Please, oh please, Gil! Please trample my country to the ground, rebuild it in your image and then run it for me!” Something like that, right? Gilbert: (dodges pebble) Ahh, sorry, sorry. It would probably be more like “Please, oh please, Eyepatch!" Gilbert: (dodges another pebble) What is going on here? Do you roll around in the garden before coming to work every day?

3. CLAVIS

Clavis: (stiff smile) I baked you one of my most sought-after creations as thanks. I’d be honored if you’d try it, Lord Gilbert. Gilbert: Hmm, it looks as unappetizing as I expected but smells delicious. Oh, and... (sniffs) ...you even infused it with my favorite poison! Clavis: Hahaha! Well, I didn’t want you to get the idea that I’d learned nothing about you during all our years working together. Gilbert: Of course, of course. Would you like to share this with me Clavis: (stiff smile) No, no, no. It’s best enjoyed alone. Please, I insist.

4. RIO

Rio: If you’re trying to use me to get to my mistress, then I’ll— Gilbert: You misunderstand me. (Sets down two plates of pain perdu and places his hand on Rio’s) I really do commiserate with you, you know. It’s not easy seeing the one you love go off to be with another man. And yet you gladly sacrifice your own happiness. As though it were someone else's joy to give away. Rio: It is. My joy belongs to my mistress. Gilbert: Hmph? Let's see. Pain perdu means ‘lost bread’, right? Poor, poor abandoned little toast, molding under the table. Gilbert: Oh, by the way. I asked the little rabbit if I could bring these to you on her behalf. (Proceeds to eat all the pain perdu himself) Rio: (smiles brightly) So I’ve heard you love exercising!

5. SILVIO

Silvio: (kicks down the door) Where's the list? Gilbert: (innocently sips tea) So you can tear it up? Did you think I didn't make copies to send to every one of your little merchant friends? Silvio: My real friends know what's up. Gilbert: What a hurtful thing to say. I’m just honoring our friendship. And buttering you up for future manipulation. Silvio: Tch. I don’t know what game you’re playing— Gilbert: Human chess. Silvio: —but I’ll buy up every damn piece before you can get your filthy little mitts on 'em. Gilbert: Hehe, splendid. (Sits back with a smile) What’s more fun than controlling someone who controls everything else?

6. KEITH

Keith: Picked me over the other guy, did ya? Gilbert: Oh, he’s on the list too, of course. But I can’t stand how much of a do-gooder he is. And besides, you’re much more fun to play with. Keith: That right? I’m usually the one doing the teasing around here, though. Gilbert: (looks around dramatically) Around here? Where only a handful of people even know you exist? Tell me, if a tree falls and no one’s there to hear it, does it make a sound? Keith: >:0

7. KEITH

Keith: (hangs head) So you know… about him… Gilbert: Ahaha, there's no need to look so down! You haven’t done anything wrong, have you? It’s all him, right? If only he’d just disappear and stop taunting you from Spot #6. Keith: N-No! I don’t want that! I don’t… think I want that… Keith: Yes, I’m sure of it. He and I can share our friends. Gilbert: (stops smiling) Sharing only works if you can fully trust the other person to not take advantage of your kindness. You may think you can do that now, but people change. Circumstances change. The galette must one day burn. Keith: :’(

8. JIN

Jin: (thoroughly unamused) How kind of you. Gilbert: Isn’t it? But you should know that I’ve got nothing against you personally. Whatever enmity there is between us stems primarily from you. If you weren’t royalty, we might have even co-brothered Luke together. Jin: (throws up in his mouth) I don’t see how that has anything to do with this. And you’re the most detested royal figurehead on the continent. Gilbert: (shrugs) I’d say I’m sorry you can’t see past that, but I’d be lying if I claimed there was anything there to be seen in the first place. Thanks for the lollypop. Jin: What? HEY—

9. SARIEL

Sariel: (stops as soon as he enters his office) What are these vermin doing here? Gilbert: (sitting in Sariel’s chair) Just a little gift I brought so I could congratulate you for making it onto my list. Would you like to do the honors? Sariel: (plucks him up by the fur) Am I to understand you’re giving me a chance to correct my oversight before you take things into your own hands? Gilbert: (brushes himself off) I expect you to do most if not all of the work since my hands are tied while I’m a visiting guest here. But I’m happy to take them under my wing if you can’t even do that much. Sariel: “Kill them, or be forced to kill them,’ is it? (glances at the tied-up assassins) I wonder which one of us they would consider a fate worse than death.

10. LEON

Leon: (glares) I take it you only stuck me on here out of diplomatic courtesy. Gilbert: Haha, maybe. But there’s something about you that’s always reminded me of someone I know. Leon: Whoever it is, I feel bad for the guy. Gilbert: (bittersweet smile) You might be right. Maybe I need to do better by him…

11. LICHT

Licht: Do I know you? Gilbert: I was wondering the same thing, to be honest. But I’ve seen you around the palace enough times that I figured I might as well throw you on here. Gilbert: Nice eyes by the way, hehe. Licht: Oh no you don’t. My only family is Nokto.

12. NOKTO

Gilbert: Oh. There are two of you. Must be nice having an identical twin. (Resting his chin in his hand) Do you two switch places a lot? Nokto: You never noticed before today? Never received a report from one of your spies about it? Gilbert: Oh no, what sort of boring activities do you think I have my spies do all day? Nokto: Well, for starters, you sure seem to have paranormal insight into the contents of our kitchen at any given moment. Gilbert: So you'd rather I left all the carrots where they are? Nokto: ...

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Yves: Prince Gilbert!

Gilbert: (stops but doesn’t turn around)

Yves: I saw your list, and I couldn’t help but notice—

Gilbert: No, I believe you noticed everything you were meant to.

Gilbert: (leaves to go find the little rabbit to fix his bad mood)

[dark-frosted-heart]

Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, and Sariel ~

Card story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Clavis gets bullied

BOOM!

AAAAAHHHHHH!

(Ah...There goes two down a hole.)

Since coming to court, the sounds of explosions and screams have become apart of my daily life. Amazed by how adaptable people are, I stopped reading and headed toward the nose.

Jin: Are you two hurt?

The knights came out of the hole with the help of Jin. Besides them was Clavis, who was probably the one that dug the pit, and Sariel, whose brows were furrowed. Just an everyday sight.

Knight 1: Fortunately, the hole was filled with cushions so I'm fine. How about you?

Knight 2: Same. Thanks for your help.

Jin: I just lent a hand while you two were climbing out.

Clavis: You two must have cooled off now after falling down the hole. I'll see you two tomorrow.

Knights: Yes sir.

(Were the knights arguing?)

(An underhanded method to get them to make up, but it's expected from Clavis.)

Sariel: Prince Clavis will fill this hole up by himself. Everyone else can go about your own business.

Knights: Understood! Excuse us!

(Wow, they look so happy...)

I approach the three, as if replacing the knights that just hurried off.

Clavis: Emma, did you come to see who got caught in my trap? Unfortunately you're too late.

Emma: Actually, I thought I'd come help whoever fell in the pit.

Jin: Most people would stay away to avoid getting dragged in to trouble, but you're so sweet. I'll give you some candy for being a good girl. Here, give me your hand.

Emma: Thank you.

I hold my hand out and he gives me a lollipop. Sariel clears his throat and I’m pretty sure the increased tension’s not a part of my imagination.

Sariel: Prince Clavis, you already made a pit trap yesterday, didn’t you? Are you planning to unlevel this beautiful garden?

Clavis: It looks like our dear bureaucrat's vision is deteriorating so why don't I show you? Look at where I filled up a hole yesterday. It's as beautiful as it was before I dug it up. No unevenness here.

Emma: Wait, you're pointing at my feet. Did you dig a pit here yesterday?!

Jin: It's true that it's pretty level here. You're not just a master digger, but a master filler too.

Sariel: Prince Jin, please don't encourage him. He'll get carried away.

Jin: Getting carried away's a problem, but the hole's been nicely filled. Isn't that okay?

Clavis: Jin really is a wonderful older brother and partner in crime. I'll make some sweets for you next time.

Jin: I'll pass since Yves' making sweets. How about you make something as an apology to Sariel?

Sariel: If you'd like to know what it's like to step on thin ice, then by my guest. You don't feel sorry at all.

Clavis: Are you expecting me to?

Sariel: ...

Emma: S-Sariel, please don't be angry. If you furrow your brows any further, you won't be able to get rid of the wrinkles.

Jin: If he can't get rid of them, I'll teach him how to massage them out.

Sariel: We should deal with the source of the wrinkles first.

Jin: Think you can do it?

(I don't think so...)

Clavis returns the stares with a proud smile and Sariel quietly pinches his brows.

Sariel: Intelligence increases with age, but I wish that his ability with traps remained that of a child's. Seriously.

Emma: As expected, he wasn't as powerful as a kid.

Jin: If he was this powerful as a kid, the castle would've been repaired more than 10 times over.

Emma: The thought of it is terrifying.

Sariel: There's no charm in falling into a trap you set yourself.

Emma: Own trap?

Clavis: Oi, why'd you just say something like that to Emma? You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Sariel: Just some divine punishment.

Jin: That's quite a promotion from bureaucrat.

Clavis: Emma, forget what you heard. That's just a false memory of Sariel's.

Emma: Did you get caught in your own trap, Clavis?

Clavis: I've never seen you smile without any reservation or care like that before.

Jin: It was such a failure. I think it was his first time setting such a big trap.

Sariel: Yes, the trap suddenly malfunctioned and went off before it could be stopped.

Jin: The impact caused Clavis to slip, grab our clothes, and drag us into the pond together with a plop.

~~Flashback start~~

Sariel: You've done it now.

Jin: Hey, your glare's making Clavis cry.

Clavis: *sniff* I'm just pretending to cry. I'm just great at acting, okay! Damn it...Me, a genius, made this trap. I'm frustrated, but I'll definitely succeed next time. I'll keep going at it until I do!

Sariel: You caused so much trouble for others, yet you don't regret it at all?

Clavis: Eek

Jin: Hey, hey, don't actually make him cry. It's just child's play, isn't it?

Sariel: It's never too late to nip evil in the bud.

Jin: Clavis, run! Sariel's serious!

Clavis: Run away!

Sariel: Hold it!

~~Flashback end~~

(Wow, I can just imagine it.)

Jin: As you get older, you want to reminisce.

Clavis: About people's failures?

Jin: It's a precious memory for me. There was some commotion after that and I didn't have time to rest.

Emma: I'm sorry Clavis, but I'd love to hear about your lovely memories too.

Clavis: If my own shame can make someone else happy...It can't be helped. I'll allow it.

Sariel: Emma, would you like to hear about another memory?

Clavis: We're ending it there!

Jin: Your tolerance went away in an instant.

Sariel: Fufu, must be a dark past he wants to forget about.

(It's rare to see Clavis so flustered.)

Suddenly, a casual question out of curiosity springs up.

(Sariel was Clavis' teacher, wasn't he?)

(He's probably the one that got to see the evolution of traps up close.)

(Even if they've improved over time, I think they could've been prevented in the first place...)

Sariel: At any rate, this trap was a little crude, even for you.

(Hm...?)

Sariel: I think you were pressed for time because there was too much room for just two men.

Clavis: You got a good eye. To begin with, I didn't have enough time to prepare. It would've been better to string them up.

Jin: But you'd need a tree large enough to hold two knights. It'd be hard to lure them to the right place, wouldn't it? Then how about-

(This...I've never seen this before)

It was unheard of for Sariel to start evaluating traps while in the middle of a lecture. And after hearing Jin's suggestion, started adding on to the ideas for new traps. Apparently I was unaware of the fact that this was part of the trio's daily life.

(So, rather than Sariel failing to prevent traps, he's just not trying to.)

(Then why...)

One question's answered and another pops up in its place.

Clavis: ...

(Ah...)

For a moment, Clavis' eyes softened. That expression...

Clavis: Emma

Suddenly, our eyes meet when he calls my name and he pokes my cheek after closing the distance between us.

Clavis: You've got that smile on your face again. You've been thinking about me, haven't you?

Emma: Yes... I wanted to know more about your childhood memories, Clavis.

I unconsciously gave an answer different from what I had in mind, but it wasn't a lie. My reply made Sariel's smile widen and his shoulders shook slightly.

Sariel: How about I prepare for you the finest memories?

Jin: I won't lose to you.

Clavis: Those memories are all going to be related to my failures, aren't they.

Jin and Sariel: Of course.

Clavis: You two do nothing but harass me.

Jin: A big brother's love for his little brother.

Sariel: A teacher's love for his apprentice.

The looks of disapproval on Clavis' face makes us laugh out loud. There's no longer any traces of tension or lectures. Instead, a pleasant air seems to surround us.

(Jin and Sariel sound like they're joking, but they must be speaking the truth.)

(When I looked a Clavis just now, for the first time, I thought he was like a little brother.)

Clavis' relaxed expression showed me the happiness and trust that he couldn't hide.

(That's an expression you can only see when he's with the two of them.)

The relationship among the three revealed through traps warmed my heart.

[drewadoodle]

Hello, I'm selling off my paintings. I've got a ton that I need to get rid of, but these rose to the top as art I felt could probably be hung on a wall if you wanted.

Why are you getting rid of them?: I don't like to keep more than one drawer full of work, I typically have a nice little bonfire once in awhile. These are really nice though and I'd like to give people a chance to pick these up.

Why aren't you just mailing them for shipping only?: I did put a bit of work into them and though they're destined to leave my hands one way or another, it comes down to the fact that I am disabled, don't have a job, and would like to afford to buy something nice for myself or my girlfriend or family.

Prices are based off material costs and time spent. Photos here are to provide context for the candid color of the art. I often do a little color correct/contrast when scanning before I post; posts will be linked on the entry to provide further context on details.

Shipping is not included in the prices. Within the United States shipping is $10, and international is $35 with the shipping restrictions to specific countries found here.

Painting sizes are 12inches x 9inches. Materials are ink, watercolor, and a little acrylic.

Mitsuki (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

William Shakespeare (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

Napoleon Bonaparte (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

Arthur Conan Doyle (Ikemen Vampire) - $50usd

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Mai (Ikemen Sengoku) - $50usd

Clavis Lelouch (Ikemen Prince) - $40usd

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Keith Howell (Ikemen Prince) - $50usd

Gin Ichimaru (Bleach) - $50usd

The sketch is dual sided.

Ukitake Juishiro (Bleach) - $50usd

This is for the painting originals, NOT prints!!! It will come WITH the working sketches pictured, which I feel add a certain extra charm to the work. Shipping tracking will be provided.

If you are interested in a different painting not pictured below, please let me know so I can provide the details! Interested parties can DM or ask or reply here.

I reserve the right to refuse a sale, yadda yadda.

[scummy-writes]

"Find The Chev!"

Inspired by @minsharkie due to her super cute papercrafts, and a discussion in my ikepri/ikevamp server where @solomons-poison brought up a cute idea of the Clavis papercraft sitting on top of Sariel's paperwork.

You didn't have much free time on your hands, not really, but you felt inspired one day after watching Clavis make some of his... creations... With some inks and stiff paper you found around the palace, you set to work with a dastardly deed of your own: capturing Chevalier's likeness in a cute, mini version of him. And after Clavis laid his eyes upon it, a mixture of mischief and jealousy flashed in his eyes.

From that moment on, he came up with a new game to play around the palace in hopes of annoying his brother, lovingly dubbed 'Find The Chev!'

It starts off, well... Chaotically.

At first, the little Chev would be found in places accompanied by Clavis' traps: near nets that were ready to drop, right in front of a pitfall, and the worst was in the (unlit) fireplace.

That was when you huffed, dusting the soot from your cute creation. After a few touch ups and a new paper cape for the mini beast, you told Clavis you put too much work into this just to have it sullied in such a way.

From that point on, little Chev traveled to much safer places, and the game restarted in a trap-free style. Each of the princes had gathered wind of this game by now, and it became a daily habit for whoever to find him to share where he found them with the others (and perhaps with a hint of where to find him next)

───※ ·♡· ※───

Leon found him at the training grounds, fit with a crudely made paper sword of his own by the rest of the weapons. He brought the news with a chuckle, joking that it was the first time he saw Chevalier with a sword drawn and no bloodshed.

Jin found him in Leon's fraction's office, balancing at the very tip of the messiest pile in the room. He seemed oddly relieved that he wasn't hiding elsewhere in the room, rather than ashamed at the mess.

Chevalier found him in his favorite reading spot in the gardens, returning him to you with his normal frown. Yet the mini version of him returned with a petal on his head, unharmed and in pristine condition, faintly smelling of roses.

Nokto found little Chev near his favorite 'reading' spot in the library, late at night. He didn't deliver this news until the morning after, but reported that the mini King Highness was reading a book of his own, with a little heart drawn on it.

Licht found him next in the stables, balancing carefully on the divider separating the other horses with his. He found it odd that it was there, but mumbled that little Chev was safe ontop a crude wooden horse of his own.

Yves brought word of little Chev's next adventure as he gave you some sweets to 'sample', saying he found him next to his baking supplies. He did not confirm or deny if the little Chev helped him bake the sweets he presented, bristling with a blush instead.

Luke yawned as he patted your head, asking if you knew why little Chev was hidden away in his favorite sleeping spot. When you had no answer, he simply shrugged and grinned, letting you know he found him with a little blanket of his own to join in on Luke's nap.

Sariel mentioned it at the end of a lesson, cleaning up the papers you two had used. This time, little Chev was found next to a secret bottle of Sariel's, leaning up against it as though he had sipped from it's contents. ... You sweated during the interaction, having to convince him you truly had no idea who hid it that time around.

Keith brought news of the surprise tea time guest, nestled between various sweets that Yves had made. Little Chev smelled faintly of tea, he reported, and seemed to be in good spirits.

Gilbert found him on top of the chess board him and Chevalier play on. He presented him to you with a grin, making note that the little Chev had taken place of the king, and was toppled over. You weren't too happy with the implications, but found relief that he only came accompanied with a white piece from that set.

Silvio had his hands on his hips when we informed you of finding your 'weird toy' in the spare room he had been holding meetings with merchants in. His frown got worse when he said the gaudy paper necklace he wore wasn't funny in the slightest.

And Rio found him on your breakfast tray, serving him to you with a wink. There, little Chev accompanied your morning tea and pastry, ready for you to take him on his next adventure.

Clavis putting him in the fireplace was meant to be a joke about how he feels about chev's actions, but it was unlit and he never wanted to bring actual harm to it (why would he do that to smth you made!!)

Anyway this was fun! I thought this was a cute idea, and I had fun imagining the little trips lil Chev could have gone on. I thought any trips into town would be risky, so I kept it limited to just around the castle(palace?) grounds.

I am imagining that lil Chev has a resting place that is easy for anyone to nab without spoiling the fun of Who Did It This Time, complete with a note beside it to Please keep him safe on his travels. Each time he is returned to you, you debate on leaving him there or taking a turn at hiding him again.

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A New Day - Chevalier Michel x Reader (Ikemen Prince)

A/N: Day 7 of my 12 Days of Christmas. Also part of my New Year, New Celebrations follower celebration.

Pairing: Chevalier Michel x Reader

Prompt: clinging to the other

Requested by: @melodiousramblings

Word Count: 595

Tags: fluff with a hint of spice

It was a new day and a new year.

You woke up feeling refreshed despite staying up late last night with your beloved to ring in the new year. Today marked new beginnings. A fresh start. Your body buzzed with excitement, the prospect of new changes bright on the horizon.

As you sat up in bed, your gaze drifted to the body sleeping next to you.

Some things never change.

Sighing, you envied Clavis for a moment. Only for a moment. Clavis, who no longer bore the unenviable task of waking Chevalier. Clavis, who smiled with glee when you moved into Chevalier's bedroom. Enjoy your new job, he said as he bid you goodnight before your first night sharing a room with the king.

At first, it didn't sound all too bad. In fact, it was fun – in the beginning. You would tease him with new nicknames, seeing how far you could push the envelope with cutesy names. Chevalie, sadly, did not receive the king’s approval. But as time wore on, it was becoming quite the difficult task to wake the sleeping tiger.

“Wake up, Chevalier,” you said softly as you gently shook his shoulder.

No answer. What a surprise.

“Chevalier,” you called to him in a sweet, sing-song voice, “Happy New Year.” After brushing a kiss on his cheek, you pulled back and peered into his face. Hoping to see some sign of alertness.

But there was none.

Time to try a new tactic.

Stroking his cheek with the pad of your thumb, you lowered your voice to a soft whisper in his ear. “Chevalier, my dear. My beloved. I thought you should know Clavis is in your library. He could be defining your precious books as we speak.”

With bated breath, you awaited his response; surely this idle threat would wake him up.

Instead, you were greeted with perhaps the most elegant snore as Chevalier rolled over on his side away from you.

“I know you heard me,” you muttered under your breath. In a moment of frustration, you picked up a nearby pillow, contemplating taking a page from Clavis’ book and throwing it at your lover's head.

“You're lucky I love you so much to go through this every morning.”

“I am lucky,” he finally spoke. He turned on his side and gazed at you with a deep affection that tugged at your heart. “And you'd never throw that pillow at me,” he added with a smug smile.

There he went again, reading your mind.

You had half a mind to take that pillow and prove him wrong, but before you could do so, he reached out and grabbed you roughly, pulling your body atop his, your knees straddling his hips.

His smug smile turned soft, instantly melting away your frustrations. He looked so beautiful, lying there on the bed with his pale hair splayed across his pillow like a halo. His pink lips parted, begging to be kissed.

And who were you to deny him?

Pressing your hands upon his chest, you brought your face to his and kissed him. Short and sweet. A tease of a kiss really.

When you tried to pull away, he wrapped his long arms around your shoulders, keeping you near, just how he liked you. He tilted his face up, his mouth capturing yours in a passionate kiss. One that ignited a fire in your belly.

“For future reference,” he whispered between kisses, gently rolling your body so that he was now on top of you, “I wouldn't mind being woken up like this again.”

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[writingwhimsey]

Hello!

Congrats for the milestone, and cheers to many more!! :D

If the requests are still open... Could I ask for Clavis + Blind Date + Crack Fic?

Thank you in advance and congrats once more! 🙈

Sorry it has taken me so long to answer this and thank you so much for the ask and the support. Without further ado, here we are with some more Clavis crack! I hope you enjoy!

A Blind Date...Literally

“I can’t believe I agreed to this.” Emma murmured to herself as she stood at the entrance to the local tavern. “But those gifts and letters seemed genuine and heartfelt…I guess I should at least see who my secret admirer is.”

Emma did have to admit that it was a bit exciting and very flattering. She had come with the intentions of letting whoever it was down easy. She didn’t really have time for such things right now, being Belle and all. She barely managed to squeeze in time for this meeting, the way Sariel had been working her and the way she’d been meeting with all of the princes… Clavis especially keeping her on her toes.

Emma opened the door and walked inside, heading to the bar as the letter had instructed. The barkeep smiled at her. “You must be Emma?”

“Yes. I’m supposed to be meeting someone…”

The barkeep nodded and gave her a sheepish smile. “He’s waiting in the private room for you.” He explained. “And uh…well he asked me to give you this. Said you should put it on before going inside.”

Emma took the object the barkeep held out and looked at it. It was just a black scrap of cloth. “What in the world am I supposed to do with this?”

“It’s a blindfold.” The barkeep said. “Your mystery man said something about…uh…a blind date.”

Emma blinked. “What…” It was then that she recalled a conversation she’d had in the palace just a few days ago when she had asked for leave to attend a friend from town’s wedding. The friend had met her groom on a blind date. Emma had told this to Sariel, Rio, and Clavis. “He wouldn’t…” She murmured.

“You want me to tell him you changed your mind?” The barkeep asked.

Emma sighed. “No. I’ll go.” She said, heading to the back room of the tavern. She stood outside the door a moment, looking down at the blindfold in her hands. She debated internally for quite some time before finally sighing. “Ugh…I can’t believe he’s getting me to go along with his stupid plans once again…” She muttered putting on the blindfold before feeling for the doorknob and letting herself in.

“Ah, there you are.” The familiar voice said. “I knew you’d come,..or at least I hope it’s you, Emma.”

“Wait, how do you not know?” Emma asked.

Clavis chuckled. “I’m blindfolded, too.” He answered.

“How do you know I’m wearing mine?” Emma asked.

“I heard you fumbling for the doorknob.” Clavis answered. “Also, I know you. You wanted to have some fun and this sounded like fun.”

Emma sighed. “You know, blind date isn’t usually so…literal.”

“I know, but it wouldn’t really be a blind date in the traditional sense because we already know each other.” Clavis explained.

Emma could hear the sound of a chair scraping the floor. She then heard movement and soon a couple of footsteps before Clavis let out an, “Oof…” as something smacked loudly against something else.

“Clavis…?”

“I’m…alright.” Clavis replied. Footsteps, this time slower and what sounded like hands moving over everything. It was moments later Emma felt a hand on her arm. 

“That had better be you, Clavis.” She said, her tone slightly irritated.

“I promise it is me.” Clavis replied, his hand sliding down her arm and taking her hand. “Now allow me to help you to your seat.”

“I can’t believe I’m still going along with this.” Emma muttered with a sigh.

Emma could hear and feel Clavis moving next to her and soon his hand was bringing hers up and she soon felt it resting in the crook of his elbow. She reached out with her free hand, trying to find anything she could use to help feel her way through the darkness. With the way Clavis had stumbled to her, she couldn’t depend on him to safely lead her to her chair…and she was right.

The pair stumbled their way to the table. They knew when they had reached the table when they both collided with it. “Ow…Clavis, we should just take these off…”

“Now, now where would the fun be in that?” Clavis replied. “Come, have a seat.” Emma could hear the sound of Clavis fumbling before a chair was scraping across the floor. 

Emma sighed once again and reached her hand out, feeling for the chair. Once she was certain of the chair’s position, Emma cautiously began to lower herself onto the cushion.

Clavis reached a hand out, intending to place it on her back as a helpful guide…but landing a bit too low. 

“Clavis, that is NOT my back.” Emma scolded.

“My apologies.” Clavis replied, not at all sounding apologetic.

“I swear if you’re not actually wearing a blindfold…”

Emma was interrupted by the feel of Clavis’s hand on hers and the sensation of her hand being picked up until her fingertips were resting on his face. He guided her fingers over his face, allowing her to get a feel of his chin, cheek, nose, and then the gentle silk that rested over his eyes.

“Well…okay…But if you do something like that again, I am taking mine off and treating you to the famous Belle slap.”

“That’s tempting.” Clavis replied and Emma could hear the grin in his voice, seeing it clearly in her mind’s eye.

Once Emma had been seated, Clavis felt his way around the table before going to his seat. Moments later a waiter was bringing in food and drink.

“It’s Cyran, isn’t it?” Emma asked.

“Yes, it is me, my lady.” Cyran spoke. “None of the actual waiters wanted to go along with Clavis’s plan.”

“Some people are just afraid of trying something new.” Clavis replied.

Cyran was leaning down to whisper in Emma’s ear. “If you want out of this at any point, just say the word and I’ll come in here and get you out.”

“Thank you, Cyran.” Emma replied, a genuine smile coming to her face.

Clavis frowned. “Alright, alright. Now come let us have some fun.” He declared. “And I promise this will be a good time.”

“I just know I’m going to end up with something on me…or injured.” Emma replied.

“I would never allow harm to come to my lady. I am a gentleman afterall.” Clavis retorted.

Emma could hear Cyran leaving, but she was aware of his presence outside the door. “So, what is this all about, Clavis?” Emma asked.

“You’ve been working so hard, I thought you deserved a reward.” Clavis replied. “All work and no play…”

Emma sighed. “Alright…so is this food from the tavern or…”

“My creations, of course.” Clavis replied, very proud and confident.

Emma sighed. “Well…at least I won’t be able to see how terrible it looks.” She muttered. She was then feeling at the table in front of her, looking for her cutlery and plate. She could hear the sounds of Clavis doing the same.

It took Emma a moment to get her bearings…and there were a few dropped bites of food, but she managed.

“Oh dear…another one…” Clavis muttered.

“Are you dropping your food?” Emma asked.

“It is a bit harder to adjust than I thought.” Clavis admitted. 

Emma laughed and shook her head. “We could just…”

“No, we will get through this. There are plenty of people who are blind from birth and they manage just fine.” Clavis replied. 

“You do have a point.” Emma replied. “But they’ve had more time to adjust.”

“We’ll be fine.” CLavis replied. “New experiences are fun. Besides are you not the one who was talking about how romantic blind dates are?”

Emma sighed. “I can’t win with you can I?”

“Oh, of course you are winning with me.” Clavis replied. 

The pair continued their meal, keeping a light conversation going. After a bit Emma heard more movement and what sounded like people entering the room. The next thing she knew, music was being played.

“Ah, right on time.” Clavis said, clapping his gloved hands together.

“Right on time for what?” Emma asked.

“For us to share a dance, of course.” Clavis replied and Emma could picture the gleeful grin on his face.

“Oh…Clavis…no…”

Clavis was already getting up and following the sound of Emma’s voice to stand in front of her. He held out his hand. “Come now, we can’t have a date without a dance.”

Emma sighed. “Alright…” She was then reaching out, trying to find Clavis’s hand…what neither of them realized is that his back was to her and her hand ended up grasping his butt.

“Oh my, this Belle is very forward.” Clavis said with a laugh.

Emma felt her cheeks heating up. She bet money that Clavis could be able to see the glow even through his blindfold. “Clavis, you idiot…you’re the one with your back to me.”

Clavis was laughing as he turned, his hand finding Emma’s. “Now, now no need to be shy.” He said as he pulled her to her feet.

“Just for that I am not apologizing for stepping on your toes.” Emma replied.

Clavis pulled Emma close, his hand going to rest on her waist…well attempting to and brushing against her bust instead.

“Clavis…”

“Dearie me, we keep having these problems.” Clavis replied, once again not sounding at all apologetic. “I will do better, I swear. I am a gentleman.”

“Gentleman my ass.” Emma muttered, grabbing Clavis’s hand and guiding it to her waist. “And no that was not an invitation.”

Clavis chuckled as he slowly began to move them along in the dance. “Now you’ve nothing to worry about. I really am a gentleman.” He told her.”I swear my hands will not go anywhere they shouldn’t…on purpose.”

Emma laughed and rolled her eyes. “You’re terrible.”

The pair seemed to move relatively well together. There was a bit of stumbling…and Emma did step on Clavis’s toes a few times…only one time was on purpose.

“Aren’t you having fun?” Clavis asked.

“Okay, maybe this is a little fun.” Emma replied. “Though I would step on your toes less if we took these ridiculous blindfolds off.”

“You keep bringing up taking them off, do you really miss seeing my handsome face that much?”

“As if.” Emma scoffed. “I just…”

Before Emma could finish her sentence, the pair were colliding with the table and began to fall. Emma felt Clavis move his arms around her waist and shift them so that he would land on the bottom and break her fall…of course the table tumbled as well and the food and drinks all landed on Emma as she was on top.

Emma pushed herself up, her hand going to remove the blindfold as she looked down at Clavis who had let out an “Oof…” at their landing

“I was trying to avoid this,” Emma said, glaring at Clavis as he reached up to take off his blindfold. 

Clavis gave her a playful pout. “Not even asking if I’m alright and after I took the brunt of the fall.”

“A fall we wouldn’t have had if you had not done this ridiculous idea in the first place.” Emma pointed out. “And look at my dress…you deserve a bruised backside and…” Emma stopped mid rant as she became aware of the devilish grin on Clavis’s face. “What?”

“You still haven’t gotten up, which means you must enjoy being close to me like this.” Clavis replied, gesturing to her body still lying on top of his.

Emma smacked his chest. “Oh you…” She said, her cheeks red as she pushed herself up. She then sighed as she reached her hand out to Clavis. “Here, let me help you up.”

Clavis smiled. “I knew you couldn’t resist my charms.”

Emma rolled her eyes, but the look was betrayed by her smiling lips. Somehow she always managed to have fun with Clavis…but she would never admit it.

[cirilla-fiona-riannon]

Battle in Rhodolite: Luke vs. Clavis

This is simply a fan translation and is not intended as a replacement for the game. Expect grammatical errors.

Wolf Team vs. Deer Team

The fun-loving man, who made everyone in the arena wary of him, finally stood on the stage of the competition.

Clavis: "Hahaha! Finally, it's my turn."

Luke: "Yeah? Well, good for you."

Clavis: "Listen, Luke. We're going to take this competition seriously."

Luke: "What did you just say?"

Clavis: "I said we're gonna take this competition seriously."

Luke: "You? Seriously?"

Clavis: "Yes."

Luke and the crowd responded with a groan.

Clavis: "After all, we're surrounded by all these people."

Clavis: "I have to show my good looks, status, and personality, or else the audience will be disappointed."

Clavis: "Now, ready your sword, Luke."

Luke: "Aw, man. This is such a hassle. I'll let you take the win this time. So, see you."

Clavis: "Hm, are you running away in fear?"

Luke: "Yup. Running away is winning."

Luke, about to turn on his heel, suddenly stopped.

Luke: "Don't tell me you've already set some traps."

Clavis: "Ahaha! There's no way I could dig a trap in a floor this solid."

Clavis: "Look at the ceiling. Even I can't put a net that high."

Clavis: "I wasn't exaggerating when I said my usual traps are impossible to set up here."

Luke: "........."

Clavis: "Doubting your older brother, huh? Can't trust me that much?"

Luke: "Remembering all the mischief you've been up to, there's no way I can."

Clavis: "Mischief? Haha! I remember acts of kindness, but mischief, not so much."

Luke: "Cut the crap. From the moment you recruited me into the foreign affairs faction until today, it has always been like this."

------------Flashback-----------

Clavis: "Luke. Starting today, I will be leading the foreign affairs faction."

Clavis: "Since I invited you, I will take care of you to the best of my ability."

Clavis: "Now, for the seal of friendship, let's shake hands."

Luke: "What the hell is this? I can't get it off my hand!"

Clavis: "Haha, that's the latest in the Lelouch Trap Series, the Sticky Catcher. I prepared it when I heard my cute, shy little brother was here."

Clavis: "I heard you've been avoiding your lessons, so I thought this would help you stay put for the day."

Luke: "Why do I have to spend the entire day holding hands with a guy!? Is this some sort of punishment!?"

Clavis: "Hmm, you didn't like it, huh?"

Clavis: "But the biggest problem is that it's hard to remove. Should we just cut it off?"

Luke: "Cut what? Hey, stop...stop it...ahhh!"

----

Clavis: "You always run away whenever you see me. Do you hate me?"

Luke: "I hate you. I really hate you. What's there to like about you?"

Clavis: ".........."

Luke: "Why are you surprised? Just look at this situation, you asshole."

Luke: "I was just walking in the garden when suddenly a net fell from the sky."

Luke: "And not only that, it was all sticky. You always made such boring things without any creativity."

Clavis: "Luke, you better get your nose right."

Clavis: "Today's net is coated with your favorite honey."

Luke: "So what?"

Clavis: "Even though it may not seem like it, I do want to get along with you."

Luke: "Ha?"

Clavis: "You always appear to have your heart closed off."

Clavis: "I can't even talk to you without forcing you like this."

Clavis: "And without having a conversation, becoming friends would be nothing but a pipe dream."

Clavis: "Even I don't actually want to do things like that."

Luke: "Go look in the mirror. You've got a big grin on your face."

Clavis: "Luke, how can I get you to open up to me?"

Luke: "It will never happen. I don't want to get close to you."

---------Flashback Ends--------

Luke: "Look, there's no reason for me to trust you."

The crowd responded sympathetically to Luke's accusations.

Clavis: "I apologize for that."

Clavis: "I admit that the way I've been doing things until now has been too extreme."

Luke: "It's kinda creepy that you can admit it so easily."

Clavis: "But my feelings towards you are sincere."

Clavis: "Just for today, I want to deepen our friendship by fighting."

Luke: ".........."

Luke: "Well, I guess I have no choice. I'll take out my pent-up grudges on you."

Emma: "Finally, it's starting."

Sariel: "Prince Clavis has great swordsmanship skills, but Prince Luke is also quite skilled when he gets serious."

Sariel: "This should be an interesting match."

Emma: "You could cut the tension with a knife!"

With practice swords in hand, they faced each other, and a gust of wind blew through.

It was Luke who moved first.

In a swift motion, he closed the distance, and at that moment, an unsettling explosion echoed throughout the venue.

Luke: "Whoa!?"

He narrowly avoided the large amount of sticky goo scattered on the ground. However, bombs were also placed where he'd jumped back, causing more sticky substances to fly around.

Clavis: "Haha! You're good at dodging, Luke."

Clavis: "But that sticky catcher is an improved version."

Clavis: "Once it attaches to your body, there's no guarantee it will come off."

Clavis: "Now, come closer to me if you can. Ahahaha!"

Luke: "You bastard! I'll definitely kill you!"

Sariel: "Who do you think is going to clean that up, you vermin!?"

Emma: "Now, now! There's no rule against using traps!"

With each thud, the joyful laughter of the mischief-maker resounded loudly.

Each time this happened, the people gathered, including Emma, thought to themselves:

Emma: "It looks like Luke and Clavis are not going to get along anytime soon."

➟ Ikepri Translation Masterlist

[leonscape]

Little Leon Takes on a Big Role

Being lectured about being Leon is different than actually being Leon. The only saving grace was the fact that no one had seen Leon for years. No one knows who the Fourth Prince is. When Leon was officially introduced to the palace as a prince, it was a vastly different world, and he may have slipped up a few times. Sometimes he caught himself using his left hand and not his right. He would revert to his old speech habits, not used to properly enunciating his words like a son born into the upper class.

It was his first ever supper meal as a prince. The food was laid out, cluttering the table, with steam rising from the dishes. Leon’s eyes watered, but so did his mouth. Was it really possible to have this much food in one place? Hot and ready to eat? And all the while, other people in the world are starving, going to sleep on empty stomachs after a long day’s work of hard labor.

Leon’s stomach growled and he focused back on the food. He began piling his plate up, even if he didn’t even know what it was, he tried some of everything. Never before had his checks been completely stuffed, overflowing with food.

The boy next to him with the garnet eyes always seemed to stick around for some reason. He introduced himself as Jin, the First Prince. Not only was he older, but he was much larger than Leon. He’d only squeeze his arm and told him, “You needa eat up and put some meat on your bones.” He resembled the infamous king, but he was nothing like a royal. Instead he was much like the other slaves with how casual he spoke. Leon wondered where his mother was. Did this boy not have a mother too?

After Leon finished eating, he got lost making his way to the library. Footsteps pitter-pattered behind him.

Leon wasn’t only a younger brother, he also played a role in being an older brother. Yves was a clingy younger brother. He would follow Leon around the palace, watching him with wide, blue eyes. When he was caught, he gasped and ran behind a pillar or a table. This boy was without a mother as well. No one seemed to be able to talk to him. He was too busy hiding behind things and it wasn’t easy to get him to come out.

Later, Jin told Leon that giving him a cookie would lure him out and make him feel more comfortable. Cookies made Leon comfortable too. He’s never had anything like them and they were extraordinary.

For his other brothers, how fortunate the other boys were to have their mothers. The queen and her most loyal maid got along well with each other. They raised their sons as their father did not. Leon watched Clavis and his mother from afar. She adored her son very much and showered him with affection by hugging him and kissing the top of his head. Clavis always had such a big smile on his face. His joy shone on his face like how the moon shines in the darkness of the night.

Leon thought back to the past. Maybe somewhere out there, there is a woman and a man out there that showed him with the same kind of affection. Leon’s eyes softened at the sight of the mother and son. A melancholic smile graced his lips for a moment.

[ikeromantic]

Hello!

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

Clavis

Pit trap

Black licorice

A little thought I had.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Great,” she muttered. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He nodded. “And I love you.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Her eyebrows shot up. 

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

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

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

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

“Please. Stay by my side?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

[thewitchofbooks]

Cyril Rose ~ Facts

AN: I'm finally done with the important facts we know so far for both Cyril and Lucian, and since Cyril won, I'll post him first! Thank you very much to everyone who voted and to everyone reading this!

Warnings: All of the information is from the jp version of the game! Spoilers from Clavis' main Story, GW story sale bonus (detective), Clavis' 2nd birthday, Clavis' story events, Chevalier's 2nd anniversary winner party event story. Everything will be put under the cut:

The starting fact is his name. Cyril Rose was raised in a village in Obsidian, but when he joined the military, many said his last name sounded like he came from the country of roses.

Cyril and Clavis used to call each other "loser" when they first met during the war. Cyril did because he couldn't believe how someone can be like Clavis (putting his life on the line to save others, accepting everyone no matter what and a lot more), as well as how he could stay so calm during everything (but it turned more to teasing between them). Clavis was calling him a loser, because he didn't like how Cyril was ready to give up at that time and was able to help him regain his spirits and join Rhodolite's side.

Cyril is a very gentle and kind guy, but can also be funny with his snarky comments towards Clavis (something between two great friends)

Cyril calls Clavis an "idiot prince"

He has very bright red hair that are very noticeable and mentioned by other characters, (Chevalier, Sariel and more), including Emma.

Cyril doesn't have a lover (and Clavis made sure to remind him in the "Bittersweet Valentine" story event). Cyril told him to stop pretending as if he wasn't in the same position only a whole ago (Since Clavis' route released)

As confirmed in Clavis' 2nd birthday story, Cyril is a very fast runner and a very strong knight. He was able to run to the other side of the town with Emma in his arms (bridal style) and didn't stop at all (<- Emma was described "as light as a feather) and it was all to prank Clavis.) In Chevalier's 2nd anniversary No.1 story, we saw that he can match Chevalier in a sword fight, with fast and strong moves.

He knows how to help a woman get dressed and he can style hair buns, that look elegant and simple (Also from Clavis' 2nd birthday)

Him and Lucian are rumored as really good friends. It was said by Clavis, but he added that when they go out to drink, they're never seen sitting together on the same table. Also, Cyril was seen drinking grape juice while complaining to Rio and Emma about Clavis, while Luciam was most likely drinking alcohol (<-From the GW story sale bonus)

When that happened, he wasn't wearing any gloves (so he either took off his gloves because he wasn't working, or he doesn't wear any). He held Emma and Rio's hands in each of his, to guide them away from Clavis and he took them to Lucian's table.

According to Emma, his hands are rough from training, but very warm and safe.

Apparently, he tries every kind of new juice Clavis comes up with and that time, it was a new herbal juice (as punishment for sneaking from work). He didn't like it at all, yet he still drank it all.

They started bickering and while Emma was thinking that it looked like as if Cyril and Clavis were having fun, Lucian, after he used the mind reading skills he learned from Chevalier, nodded and agreed with her.

He is also very honest and loyal towards Clavis and the other princes (especially Chevalier)

He used to be just a third rate soldier in Obsidian, along with his friends Kai and Hugo. Hugo seems to be the youngest, since he uses honorifics to address Cyril (in the Japanese version). Cyril is probably the oldest of the three, or similar with Kai.

Gilbert wants him back to Obsidian, but Cyril refuses to betray Clavis, leaving Gilbert heartbroken.

The village where Cyril used to love was poor, but the situation wasn't as bad as the parts on the borders between Obsidian and Rhodolite, due to the corrupted nobles.

He is greatly respected by Chevalier, who saw his value. Chevalier knows his name, but prefers to use the nickname "Red head". Same with the others. Even Clavis understands that. Cyril also respects Chevalier, but he thinks he is scary.

He is the lead knight of the foreign affairs faction and he is the one training the knew knights (not the soldiers).

Chevalier trusts him enough to let him in his room and also casually speaks to him. Even though they were trying to keep it secret (them leaving their duties for the day and going for drinks), he somewhat talked about it to Chevalier. But Clavis was hiding in Chevalier's room, so he exposed them. That's why he made him drink that "juice" (<-GW bonus story)

In the "propose to you" story event (Clavis', which is coming soon in EN), Clavis and Emma were getting engaged with Chevalier as the witness. Chevalier didn't look up at them at all and only when they left, he looked at Cyril to answer that he wasn't staying and he was going home with a smirk (Clavis was sad/mad at Chevalier who wouldn't look at how beautifully dressed Emma was). Cyril called him a troublesome brother after he left.

Originally, he was mostly hanging out with Rio for said drinks, but when Emma is free, they let her tag along (<- The bar they go to is only for the court's servants, I'm pretty sure it's to talk about their employees at this point🤣)

Cyril knows that many little boys dream of becoming knights when they grow up, but he, himself, felt like the job he was doing doesn't have a purpose, because lately, he had only been collecting banana peels and cleaning after Clavis.

Just for this reason, Emma and Rio were thanking him for his hard work and looked at him as if he was their savior.

He also complains that the knights have to eat bananas all the time, but they don't keep them very full. He doesn't want to even mention the reason why they do that.

He has more than once said to Emma to use Clavis' wallet for expensive things.

Cyril actually gets very offended when he gets told that he is like a natural born knight. Clavis was the one who told him, when he was being "too sweet" towards Emma. Cyril warned him to never say that again.

He is picking up Clavis' lines. While I don't remember it being translated in the EN version of the game, in the JP this happened: (<- Clavis' route, when they met with the rebels at the borders)

Clavis:"I don't understand why they don't want to welcome such a beautiful man"

Cyril:"Please, stop saying that. It's not fashionable"

(The fashionable comment)

He is the same age as Clavis, so he is 29 years old!

AN: Thank you very much for reading until the end! I hope these facts were helpful! I personally recommend reading both ends of Clavis' upcoming proposal event for more Cyril content!

[lorei-writes]

HC: Crochet! Princes - Foreign Affairs Faction

Clavis, Chevalier, Luke, Nokto Content Warnings: none Word Count: ~1.3k Inspired by @keithsandwich 's work :)

Quiet. Be quiet, little ones. For what would have happened if humans saw you come alive, with your little crocheted heads and wire spines? Children of yarn do not see eye to eye with those born from blood.

So be quiet.

At least for now.

Clavis

He falls asleep come midnight, so he spends his days wandering in the shadows of his human maker. (Who, as it happens, is now certain that Clavis doll is possessed — how else could they explain the fact that it is him and him alone who is always misplaced?)

A multitude of legends has grown around Clavis the possessed doll. Likewise, rules followed. For the protection of his co-habitants, naturally.

Rule #1: If you see Clavis doll appear in the kitchen while you’re cooking, do not turn your eyes away from the food. Otherwise, it will be magically transformed into gruesome in appearance, although technically edible, abomination.

Rule #2: If you hear the plink of glass out of nowhere, pinch your nose and proceed as usual. If you see any colourful vapours, run.

Rule #3: Say “I adore you to the moon and back, Clavis!” whenever you hear hyaena laughter.

Rule #4: If you see Chevalier doll fighting with Clavis doll — no, you did not. Follow any steps specified by Clavis doll until you’re outside the reach of Chevalier doll. Were you to fail at the task… Clavis doll does enjoy digging in the ground.

Cyran doll is still in the making. As such, Clavis doll is… Well.

His ambition is to find a needle and to add certain “adjustments” to Chevalier doll. However, he’s been unsuccessful thus far – largely because any yarn needles are held within the big tin box of doom on the upper shelf, guarded by a hedonist-doll-hater orange cat by the name of Potato.

An ancient prophecy says that on the day of final judgement Clavis doll with descent from heavens riding on an orange lion. It is highly likely that Potato’s disdain for all things Clavis is what prevents the apocalypse.

Whether that will remain the case is still unclear, as Clavis doll has taken interest in growing plants… including catnip.

Chevalier

Chevalier doll can generally be found somewhere around any large bodies of books — bookcases, attics, perhaps his maker’s backpack (whenever their route leads by a library). That being said, it “conveniently” always so occurs that it’s perfectly reasonable for Chevalier doll to be there. As such, nobody ever questions it.

The people who have seen Chevalier move do not make it far. (Typically not outside the door; provided that they do not execute the instructions of Clavis doll).

The house hosting Chevalier doll is rather old. As such, the primary focus of Chevalier doll is the maintenance of his kingdom, for the benefit of the doll kind. Using his superior wadded (with polyester) brain, he slays mice and moths with toothpicks, unclogs toilet bowls, calls appropriate companies to fix the roof… The list goes on.

That being said, Chevalier doll does indulge from time to time. Not only that! He finances his endeavours on his own!

Can you really be sure the person you talk with online is a person and not a crochet doll? Can you? CAN YOU NOW?!

With the internet at his non-existent fingertips, Chevalier doll can accomplish things no ordinary (meaning lifeless) doll could dream of. An inconspicuous doll by day, Chevalier spends his nights as an editor for an established publishing house — the fearsome Bloody Tiger who will not let the smallest error slide!

His work laptop (and personal e-book reader) is hidden below his makers bed, next to their secret toy box. They do not dare question it. The placement of the device was meant as a threat and it clearly has worked.

Yes. He has his own bank account.

And somehow, a driving license.

Nothing is impossible for the rare genius crochet doll born made every 1 000 years.

But maybe let’s not think about that too deeply. Lest we are to arrive at human-doll hybrids.

Luke

Luke is one of the few dolls who have actually befriended a human.

Her name was Leila. She was the niece of his maker and she instantly took a liking to him. She’d take him out on walks, make clothes for him, sing him songs, feed him pretend honey cakes… and she’d also tell him things. Things she’d never tell to anybody else.

In turn, Luke protected her — whenever she was afraid of demons living under the bed, he’d go and “scare” them away. He’d check inside wardrobes, hush any mosquitoes, bring her cookies after she had already brushed her teeth. He’d keep a flashlight on the ready and he’d do his upmost to present her with shadow theatre whenever she couldn’t sleep while visiting.

However, Leila grew and she continued to grow… and eventually, she convinced herself that she had merely dreamt of Luke coming to life. It all must have been a silly game played by a child bored with yet another visit to her relatives.

That being said, Leila still comes by. She also still plays with Luke, or at the very least takes time to greet him properly and shake his hand. She often brings (now an actual honey) cake and sets a good portion of crumbs aside aside, just for him… Although she tells herself it must be mice that eat it. Surely. Just old mice.

Luke finds it hard to accept this reality. The little girl that has once played with him is no more. He is happy to see her well, however, he also struggles with the fact that their lifespans clearly differ. Luke the doll will go on living. Leila the human is already an adult. She will age, and then… How does one mend humans? What does one do when their stitches become loose? When moths eat away at their cotton flesh and their strange button eyes fall off?

Nokto

Nokto doll is an absolute hit with women of all ages. For… vaguely unexpected reasons, perhaps.

The way Clavis doll is seen as cursed, Nokto doll (together with Licht doll) is thought to be blessed. Having Nokto around supposedly brings good luck during job interviews, dates, social gatherings of any type, and language classes.

Given the above, he is brought… everywhere. Nokto doll enjoys a rich social life. His wardrobe is expansive — how else could he become the high fashion accessory craved by many but possessed by few? Some of his outfits are downright scandalous… not that he complains. (That being said, he may consider it most curious, given the intricacies – or lack thereof – of his crochet anatomy).

The sad truth of Nokto’s life is that he never stays for long with anybody. It may be that he’s grown to accept it, or to even prefer this state of affairs (although he cannot say why that could be the case). He sleeps in many beds, just to be brought home in the morning, to sleep away all day and be back at his post at night.

The secret behind Nokto’s “magical qualities” is that, whenever people aren’t looking, he disappears from the crowd and sneaks in below the floor, to converse with local rats.

Nokto doll is the best cheese dealer in town. And other-things-dealer too, but we do not talk about that. The rat king sees him as a valuable ally and so, his subjects are to do as Nokto commands.

Since one of Nokto’s commands is to avoid his own house of origin, Chevalier doll does not see this situation as a potential threat. Even though Nokto may be actively working to overthrow the major of their town. For what purpose? Well… That still remains unclear, although the recent evidence suggests a certain eyepatch has been crocheted. Who knows, perhaps somebody else is pulling all the relevant strings…

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