Saving Grace
25 Days of Simpmas: Day Seven December 7th: Lelouch Lamperouge, Rank 19 Anime: Code Geass Event Masterlist
“Oh dear. That Zero. He truly is. A terrifying man. I sure hope. I don’t run. Into him.”
Your choppy, robotic commentary was the best you could contribute to the student council’s latest fearful rant about the masked man, Zero, but luckily no one aside from Lelouch had seemed to notice your insincerity.
He smirked to himself as he pretended to flip through paperwork, clearly amused by your awful acting.
It was fine that he’d taken notice. You’d meant that comment for your boyfriend anyway. Ever since you found out that you were dating the leader of the Black Knights, you couldn’t help but poke fun at the whole situation. When you didn’t want to go to class, you’d say to him, “Boy. I’m really not feeling math class today. Would be a shame if some… vigilante were to burn down the math wing today. Cancel classes. I’m just saying, I wouldn’t mind.” When you were stuck in traffic, you’d sigh and say “Boy, I could really use a Knightmare right about now, just march through all the traffic. I wonder if I know anyone that has one.” Lelouch would chuckle to himself in the driver’s seat (because, of course, you were his passenger princess), and then he’d say something like, “And what if I was enjoying this alone time with you?”
He always enjoyed his time with you.
Sometimes he could even forget he had the weight of the world on his shoulders because you were his world and you made him feel weightless.
Sure, you teased him for being Zero, asked if the cape was really necessary or if he just liked being dramatic, asked how he could pilot a Knightmare when he could barely figure out the settings on the new TV, asked if he was really just cheating on you to go on dates with Suzaku and if so, could you join in? But at the end of the day, when all the joking and jesting subsided, more than being his alibi, you were his partner in crime, his ride or die, and you’d stay by his side until the end of time.
You’d do anything for him. And he’d do anything for you; he’d be anything for you. Every day that he was Zero was another day that he was building a better world for you to live in.
To some, Zero was a hero, a revolutionist, a symbol of hope; to others, Zero was a terrorist, an egoist, a power hungry maniac. To you, he was a reminder that somebody cared enough to be your sword, your shield, your suit of armor. And underneath that mask, he was still just a boy you were in love with, a boy who’d promised to come home to you each and every night, a boy who held himself to that promise more than he did anything else. He could be half dead, seeing stars, spitting blood, and he’d still stumble his way to your door.
You were always waiting at the door. Waiting to clean him up, to bandage his wounds, to tell him about your day, ask him about his, kiss him all better, cuddle him to sleep, fight off his demons with nothing more than your smile.
He kept a picture of your smiling face on him at all times, for just that reason. If he was going to die on some battlefield, somewhere far away from you, at least your smile could reach him, at least your smile could carry him to heaven when he more than deserved hell.
And when he got too wrapped up in his own thoughts, counting his sins, plotting his plagues, you were his guardian angel, pulling him from his purgatory.
You’d knock on his head lightly. “So serious. Must be some heavy planning going on in there. Save some brain cells for the rest of us.” Then you’d kiss his forehead over and over, massaging his temples with your thumbs, until he’d stopped thinking of anything but your touch.
Sometimes you’d try the cape on. Flounce around in it. Give dramatic bows. Do a little dance. And all his battery strategy would go out the window, laughter replacing it.
Sometimes he’d even have to reschedule his plans because you were so distracting. Of course, he’d have to come up with some brilliant excuse, because how else was he supposed to admit to the entirety of the Black Knights that he’d cancelled waging war on an enemy base just because his girlfriend refused to go watch a movie without him but today was the only day the movie was airing? He couldn’t very well tell them that the all-seeing, all-powerful Zero caved to her whims before she even stooped to begging. He couldn’t very well tell them that the mere thought of her pouting had him scooping her up in his arms and taking off with her, ready to fulfill her every fantasy. He couldn’t very well tell them that sometimes he considered quitting his little conquests just so he could have more time to make her breakfast in bed or play with her hair until she woke up.
Even the way you woke up was angelic.
The way you blinked the sleep from your eyes, searching for him, reaching for him, before you were even conscious enough to realize you were doing so. Then the way you smiled when you found him, wrapping your arms around him like you’d never let go again and snuggling into his chest like it was home. He wasn’t sure what he’d done to deserve you. He’d not done nearly enough.
He often thought to himself that if judgement day ever came, if he was ever allowed a pardon for his many sins, he’d owe his redemption all to you. If he was ever soft, if he was ever kind, if he was ever good, it was because of you. If his hands were stained, you washed them clean. If his soul was darkened, you brought your light. If he was a devil, you were an angel.
And you were his saving grace.
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