emperor of brittania (gn!reader x lelouche)
summary - lelouche loses sight of his purpose, but not his goals. and you are reminded that you can do nothing to stop him.
pairing - gn!reader x lelouche
warning - angst / slight code geass spoilers
a/n - my depression really hit after finishing this anime ;-;
“Stop this…” the silk sheets were soft in your calloused hands, curling the fabric tightly in your grip in anger. Aimless stupid anger, a rage that refused to dissipate at the knowledge of the terrors just behind these building walls. “Stop this Lelouche.”
“Stop?” Your childhood friend was inconsiderate, lacking the empathy to make his tone anything but a mocking scorn. “After we’ve made it this far?”
It took everything not to launch yourself at Lelouche Vi Brittania, the spoiled boy who saw nothing of pain that was not his.
You had once believed that the other individuals he held dear would matter.
“This…” you swallowed albeit the bitter taste in your mouth. “This isn't what we were after, this isn't what Nunnally would have wanted.” There was no remorse for bringing up the name of the dead, the one you hoped would hit the boy hard and deep. “Do not forget the entire purpose of our feverish dream, do not forget why we’ve sacrificed so much.”
“For Nunnally. For a peaceful world.”
You lurched forwards, hoping that he had come to see your point. “Exactly!” Your arms were shaking when you held them up, your words weighed with heavy gestures of your hands. “Aren’t you tired of this madness outside? This is not the peaceful world she wanted, and what is happening will not lead up to it either.”
His eyes, vivid as they had been before, now glowered down at your seated form.
“I apologize Y/n.”
You knew his answer before he spoke, but it did not stop the hatred that welled in your heart. Remnants of your blithe behavior vanishing in an instance when you came to terms with the truth. It felt odd, knowing that the world before you would crumble, and that there was nothing you could do about it.
You felt buoyant at that moment, weightless and so, so unimportant.
“For I have taken the role of Zero, knight of justice. And emperor of Britannia, dictator of the world.” His words held force, a rigidness you’d failed to vanquish. “The title emperor has much, much more power.”
He leaned forward, bending down so that his next words were for your ears, and your ears alone.
“And to obtain what I wish I need that strength.”