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No Touching!

Summary: Leon/Yves/Jin/Clavis x gn!reader. You don't know how to get through to them. So you tell them no touching until they change for the better.

A/N: Idk how I feel about Silvio, but this is the plot of his event route rn, and it's so cute that I decided to steal it.

CW: Jin is his own warning, so is Clavis, idk if there's any real warnings in this one though, oh blood and injury in Jin's part, allusions to spoilers for both Jin and Clavis' routes

You told him he has to take care of himself (take breaks, have a decent bedtime, etc,) and he laughed, assuring you that he was fine. Since this wasn't the first time you'd had this conversation, you knew you had to take drastic measures.

“Until you learn to take care of yourself, you are not allowed to touch me.”

He stared at you for a minute, before bursting into laughter, reaching out his hand to mess up your hair. But you took a step back, just out of reach.

He grinned sharply.

“Real cute, Y/N. We'll see.”

It's Leon, so you know he's not trying to be patronizing…but the doubt in his voice in your ability to hold out just furthers your resolve.

He doesn't seem to believe you're serious at first. You're dating, why wouldn't he be able to wrap his arms around you, or press a short kiss to your cheek? Why wouldn't he be able to kiss you and cuddle you? Why wouldn't he be able to mess up your hair? Why shouldn't he scoop you up and take you where he wants to go?

He makes it about three days, partially because of how busy he is, before he calls you into his office for “an audience”. That's how you know you're in trouble. And then he gives you a talking to. About how this is childish. About how he's a busy man, and you're his stress relief, and now he doesn't have that. You almost forget how this started, giving into his speech.

But he slips. As you reach your hand over the desk to place it in his, his eyes twinkle with triumphant mischief. You pull your hand back at the last second, before standing up, and reminding him of the deal. Once he learns how to take care of himself, he can touch you again. He looks disappointed, but laughs anyway, saying he didn't think that would work, but worth a try.

It takes a little while. It takes some underhanded ploys on your part. It takes Sariel and Yves coming at him from two other angles. But eventually you catch him going to bed at consistent times. You see him delegating some of his paperwork to his brothers. You see him setting aside time to just be.

When you decide he's got the point, you silently slip into his office. You pull up a chair quietly, and sit next to him as he works. Then you place your hand on his knee.

It takes Leon a second to notice, but he slowly looks up from his work, then looks over at you. He smiles softly, and reaches out to cup your cheek. You tilt your head, preparing to nuzzle into his hand. But at the last second, his hand redirects to your head, and he nuzzles your hair so hard you're worried you'll get a migraine.

While you're dazed from the rigorous noogie, he wraps his arms around your middle, then drags you to the sofa in his office, laying you down, hovering over your body, and trapping your lips in a hungry kiss.

As belle, naturally you have to interact with his brothers. And he doesn't mind! He understands, and he even encourages it. But…Clavis? Recently you've been assisting Clavis with a project Chevalier gave him. Day one, he'd stood far far away from you while he watched, for his own safety. But he was fine with everything. Clavis seemed to be acting respectful. So Yves decides it's safe to leave you.

Which must bore Clavis, because suddenly his hand is on your lower back as he leans in closer to you. You know it's just to get at Yves. But Yves has become far more secure, so he won't- oh no he's yelling.

Once the project is finished, you think it's over, but both beasts have other plans. It's become an all purpose war, and you're the poor soul stuck between them. You know how this has to end.

“Evie,” you say as Yves “brushes all traces of Clavis out of your hair”.

“Hm?” He grunts. Grunts. Lord, Clavis has really got to him.

“You know if you don't react, Clavis will get bored and go play with someone else, right?”

Another grunt, this one far angrier.

“Evie?”

“He shouldn't touch what's mine.”

Oh. The beast is out to play. Brilliant.

“I'm mine, Yves.”

He groans, and practically slams the brush on the table.

“Yes, but you're my partner. Therefore no one else should touch you. Therefore he should keep his filthy hands to himself.”

“Okay, you need to calm down-”

“He needs to go away!”

You stare at him for a moment, deep in thought.

“I want you to remember, what I'm about to do is for your own good.”

He looks like he has a retort without you even saying anything, but you push on.

“Until you learn how not to react to him, you don't get to touch me. If he ‘can’t touch me’, neither can you!”

You walk out to a flurry of screams that you were not prepared for. You knew he'd flip out. You didn't expect this much.

It doesn't take long for him to not react to Clavis, because he just isn't talking to you, either. His stubbornness far outweighs his jealousy, and now that he isn't working adjacent to you. It's lonely for you, but, more importantly, boring for Clavis. After realizing Yves is no longer there for him to have fun with, he breezes through the rest of the project, and quite literally sends you on your way.

“Yves! I'm So proud of you!” You say happily as you enter the kitchen. Yves is angrily whisking eggs. While staring at the far wall. His jaw clenched.

“Yves?” You walked over to him, running your fingers through his hair. “Look, I know you hated that, but if you can put last Clavis like this every time, he'll give up on messing with you!”

He continues whisking and staring at the wall.

“Aren't you going to spill your eggs if you keep whisking that hard?”

“I don't like touching you, anyway!” He shouted, slamming the bowl of eggs on the counter.

Both of you stared at each other, and his eyes widened as he realized what he said.

You know he didn't mean it. You know it's a defense mechanism. But, dang, he's so easy to mess with. So you turn on your heel to leave.

“Wait, wait, wait,” he cries, and you feel his arms around you, as he presses his face to your back. “‘m sorry. I love you. I missed touching you.”

You hum in agreement.

“I'll give you some of the cake I'm making. I'm very sorry.”

“I'll forgive you,” you say with a giggle.

After he finishes the cake, he sits in your lap, and hand feeds it to you.

You know he's the secret that holds up the kingdom. But this can't be good for him. He can't keep showing up in your shared room, covered in blood. Sometimes he doesn't even wake you up. He just walks in, lays down, and passes out. Sometimes he doesn't even make it to the bed. He gets to the side of the bed you sleep on, sits down, and falls asleep, and you wake up to blood all over your carpet.

It's the third time this month. Luckily you were up this time, so you cleaned the wound, and bandaged him up.

You quietly finished wrapping bandages around him. You could practically hear him grin as he spoke.

“Wasn't that bad tonight.”

In pain, or not in pain, he relished anytime your hands were on him. Which took the bite out of your silent treatment.

Wait…

“Anyway,” he reached out for you, intending to pull you against him, but you took a step back. He grinned.

“Oh? Are we playing a game?”

“You can't keep doing this. There has to be someone who can do all this from time to time. Someone who can give you a break.”

“Nope,” he reached out again, and you took another step back. This time he quirked an eyebrow.

“I don't like that look on your face,” he said, still grinning.

You took another step back, hopefully far enough back if the beast decided to pounce.

“I'm going to sleep in the guest room. I really want you to think about training someone to help you.”

The beast tensed up, and you took another step back in preparation.

“And until you do that, you cannot touch me,” you said the last bit as fast as possible then bolted out the door. You slammed it behind you, seeing Jin two steps behind.

He naturally did not take to your suggestion. He seemed to think it was a joke at first. Which is why you locked the guest room door. He tries to sweet talk his way in, but when he sees you're serious, the voice outside the door gets quiet.

The next morning, when you get up to get ready for the day, you find Jin sleeping outside the door. You press a kiss to his cheek and he opens his eyes.

“I thought I wasn't allowed to touch you.” “I didn't say I couldn't touch you.” “Well, new rule, you can't touch me until I'm allowed to touch you.”

He plays so dirty. He stands literal inches from you, his hot breath in your ear as he whispers about how once you crack, you'll never leave his arms again. He'll tell you in graphic detail how he's going to kiss you so hungrily that you won't even think about trying this again.

“I told you! No touching!” You snapped at Jin, ignoring the book you had been attempting to take off the shelf.

You couldn't. You just couldn't. His hot breath, and pretty words, and constant presence was making this a punishment for you, not him.

“I'm not touching you,” he purred. You looked to the side. His lips, indeed, weren't touching you, just hovering. You looked down. His hands weren't on your hips, just hovering. But both his lips and his hands were so close, you could have sworn you felt him touching you. And this wasn't the first instance.

Over the last twelve hours, his hovering was closer and closer, so that you constantly felt his touch on you, despite him not touching you at all.

Between that and his pretty words….

“God! Okay! I give up! Bleed to death if you want, just touch me!” You cried. Instantly, the distance was closed, and his hands were on your hips, his lips on your cheek.

“I'll be more careful, since it bothers you so much,” Jin whispered, as one of his hands left your hip, and moved to massage comforting circles on your stomach.

He didn't learn anything from this. At least not the lesson he should learn. But you've learned that you'll need a different tactic to get through to him.

He'd been slipping into old habits, staying up as late as he physically could to study, talking down to himself in his head, skipping meals to care for his kingdom. Cyran, and his servants, and citizens know that you're the one who keeps him sane, and beg you to talk to him. They're worried.

So you try to.

“Clavis,” you said, trying to get his attention as he hastily made a plate of food from the spread the servants had laid out.

“Aw, feeling needy? Don't worry, I'll tend to you when I'm finished,” he said with a smirk.

You'll give him that. He may neglect himself, but he never neglects you.

“I'm worried you're overdoing it.”

“I assure you, as a gentleman, I would never give you cause to worry.”

It's a back and forth, where he clearly wants to rush to his room to finish something, but also doesn't want you to be too mad at him when he wants cuddles later. It gets tense, and finally you shout.

“If you're not going to take these concerns seriously, you can't touch me until you learn to!”

Clavis' plate falls to the ground as his jaw drops. Various servants are shaking their heads in fear, kneeling on the floor in prayer, Cyran himself looks green, like he could throw up at any moment.

Clavis opens and shuts his mouth a couple times, before a slow smile spreads on his face. You know that smile. That smile is never good.

“Alright,” he says, before walking out of the room. The second he's gone, the silence is broken, and everyone is crying, shouting, and talking at you.

You don't see Clavis for a week. But everyone else does. And they all come back to you to tell you all about it. Apparently, with his favorite person not around to play with, the pranks and horrible cooking have skyrocketed. He's acting maniacal, like a true villain.

Not your problem. At least that's what you say that first week. Then you walk out of your room in the morning, and slip on a banana peel. When you look up, you see various innocent victims also slipping on the peel lined hallway. Including Cyran, who looks on the brink of tears as he pleads with you to talk to Clavis.

You find him in his office. Eating a banana. He says something along the lines of, “If it isn't the love of my life. How can I help you?” “You know why I'm here.” “Do I?” “Yes.”

You tell him you get that he's bored without you to focus his energy on. But leave the Innocents out of it. He puts on a shocked face, assuring you he has no idea what you're talking about. But with the glint in his eyes, you know he heard you. In all the wrong ways.

It's quiet. Too quiet. Cyran assures you that Clavis has been doing his work as normal, just with less pranking. But still. It's far too quiet for your liking.

Then the other shoe drops. You find a note in your room. A ransom note of sorts. You can't read it, but you catch the words, Rio, visit, and tower. So you leave your room in a rush. Only to be stopped by Cyran, who hands you an object. He tells you it's a newish invention, used for being out on hot days. He's been saving it for an emergency, and the time has come.

Clavis gets you revealing nightwear from time to time. But you've never worn pants like this. They couldn't even really be called pants, as there was very little leg to them. Cyran told you that people called them “shorts”.

Your legs were exposed, but you knew this would destroy the Clavis bomb.

You walked up to the tower, and when you entered you saw him looking out the far window.

“Y/N, I've been expecting yo-” he almost sounded like he was going to vomit the way he cut himself off as he turned to you.

Rio rotated his tied up body around, then went bright red, his eyes lighting up as he spoke excitedly behind the gag.

“Geh,” Clavis said, less a word and more a sound, as he stared at your legs.

You stalked over to Rio, feeling powerful, as you un gagged him.

“Y/N, you look so beautiful,” Rio said with hearts in his eyes. “And you came to save me? I can't help but fall more in love with you!”

That snapped Clavis out of it, mostly. He strode over to Rio, and covered his eyes, ignoring the disappointed whine.

“What- what- what-,” he choked out, unable to put a thought together. “Legs,” he spit out, still sounding like he'd vomit.

“Free Rio, prove to me you can take care of yourself, and you can see me in these shorts whenever you want,” you tried to say it without embarrassment, because while Clavis could get jealous, that wouldn't stop him from asking you to wear them everyday.

He whined, reaching out for you with the grabby hands of a toddler. You took a step back and gave him a stern look.

“Y/N,” he whined. “I'll be good. I'll take care of myself. I'll let the hound go. Just lemme touch!”

“You swear?” You ask.

He nodded quickly, his eyes pinned to your legs.

“Release Rio, then you can-”

He moved so fast, you couldn't finish the thought. He cut Rio loose, fell to his knees, wrapped his arms around your legs, and pressed the side of his face to your thighs.

All in the span of seconds.

“Rio, can you-” you began.

“I'm leaving, don't worry. I'll see you later.” He walked past, and you stared down at the blissed out Clavis who was singing something under his breath, to your legs.

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