His Desire, His Fear, His Misbelief

His Desire, His Fear, His Misbelief

A Character Study - Part II: Yves, Licht, Nokto, Luke

The continuation of the "Desire, Fear, Misbelief" Ikemen Prince character study. Jin, Chevalier, Clavis, and Leon are here. For a refresher:

Their desire, or the nonnegotiable goal they are trying to accomplish.

Their fear, or the person/thing/idea that’s preventing them from achieving their goal.

Their misbelief, or the “bubble” they crafted around their world for the purpose of achieving their goal while avoiding their fear at all costs.

The life-changing event that lined these three up, typically occurring in childhood.

Same setup, same content disclaimers, same spoiler warnings for all the routes. Hope you enjoy.

Yves Kloss

His Desire?

To bring honor to both his kingdoms and unite them as allies.

His Fear?

That his existence is a curse; abandoned by Obsidian and can only bring shame to Rhodolite.

His Misbelief?

In order to protect his people and the kingdom he loves, he must stay out of sight and work in the shadows.

His Life-changing Event?

The death of his wet nurse/nanny.

What does he do to achieve his goal while avoiding his fear?

Heavy expectations were set upon Yves before his birth in bridging the divide between the quarreling nations of Rhodolite and Obsidian, and while he understands it was impossible to alter the course of history, he still places blame on himself for every misfortune that followed his birth: his mother’s death, the break down of the peace negotiations, etc. Despite his best intentions, this and the Rhodolitians’ treatment lead him to truly believe he is a cursed prince undeserving of love, and Yves becomes the conventional prince who grew up watching his kingdoms from his room out of fear of ruining the happinesses of the citizens he loves but never met.

Licht Klein

His Desire?

To punish himself for his crime, and for Nokto to live a happy life. 

His Fear?

That he will never atone for his sin.

His Misbelief?

That he doesn't deserve kindness or empathy or light, and he must punish himself even if no one else will hold him accountable. 

His Life-changing Event?

His mother’s murder. 

What does he do to achieve his goal while avoiding his fear?

Licht’s personality shifted the most drastically of all the princes before and after his life-changing event to the point where his perceptions of reward and punishment swapped. He becomes incredibly uncomfortable when people praise him for his skills and his kindness, and he consciously puts himself in situations where he knows he will get hurt (mentally and physically). Even though his intentions the night his mother died were to save his broken family, he believes he failed everyone and is no longer worthy of living the innocent life he always dreamed of, least of all with Nokto, which developed into his solitary lifestyle and self-harming tendencies.

Nokto Klein

His Desire?

To provide value to the kingdom with pride as a prince, and for Licht to live a happy life.

His Fear?

That he is the weak link; a burden others always have to pick up the slack for.

His Misbelief?

To stay afloat he must take on more responsibility and keep up with the increasing demand, even if that means forfeiting his body and sanity.

His Life-changing Event?

His mother’s murder.

What does he do to achieve his goal while avoiding his fear?

Nokto and Licht grew up believing they perfectly completed one another; where one struggles the other lends a helping hand. Even through the trials their mother subjected them to, they never once questioned that one might be better than the other. However, watching Licht sacrifice his “humanity” to protect him the night of their mother’s death was the wakeup call that he is the inferior twin, and he pushes himself to never fall in a situation where he is so useless to the ones he loves ever again. He recognizes that he cannot match the other princes on the battlefield, so he focuses his efforts on battles of the mind. While this settles his political and bodily desires, it breeds loneliness and manifests a manipulated psyche where he can no longer communicate his true feelings even to himself.

Luke Randolph

His Desire?

To avenge his sister and bring down the Rhodolitian royal family.

His Fear?

That he’d grow to care for someone more than his sister, thus forsaking her death.

His Misbelief?

To live his life through apathy. He mustn’t grow attached to anything or anyone.

His Life-changing Event?

His sister’s death at the hands of his brother.

What does he do to achieve his goal while avoiding his fear? Young Luke was plucked from the horrors of Bloodstained Rose Day with nothing except an inextinguishable craving to take revenge on his sister’s killer. This made him ripe for manipulation by Gilbert, charting the course for the next ten years of his life hellbent on destroying the Rhodolitian royal family. This included feeding him thoughts of mistrust in the government, his association with the anti-monarchy faction, and him joining the ranks as a low-level soldier at the capitol without a care for what happens after he fulfills his purpose. However, the years of exploitation finally crumbled at his discovery that the princes are not like his “friends” described (save for Chevalier), and it all comes to a head when he finds himself caring for Belle and discovering his target was Jin all along.

**Final notes: This batch was more difficult, and I think a large part of it was because Licht and Nokto's goals and fears are the only ones that are intertwined with one another, which was interesting to decipher, and because Luke's goal is very concrete with no clear ambition after he achieves it. Interesting to consider.

As always, you are free to agree/disagree. These are merely my interpretations of these characters and a lot of nuance is left out.

Many thanks to @batteryrose and @aquagirl1978 for helping me dissect the twins!

𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Cozytober hosted by @randonauticrap ♡ I'm late for this challenge (╯▅╰)

Prompts: "You look scared.", "Do you believe in ghosts?", "Are you cold or are you blushing?"

Warnings: fluff, not beta-read, bad English, expect grammatical errors. ^^

WC: 2993 (ㅅ´ ˘ `) A/N: Nothing supernatural happened here xD

The mansion appeared to be normal, yet it has been believed for years that it is haunted.

Many people believed that the restless souls of those who perished tragically here several years ago still haunts the grounds.

You were staring at the mansion intently while listening to the staff of this game. The goal here is to collect 20 rose carvings. They also warned you that it wouldn’t be easy since there are also traps inside, and they are not allowed to help other participants. Once done collecting ten rose carvings from the east wing, the next task was to go to the west wing, solve the puzzle to get out of the mansion. Whoever is unable to escape the traps are considered eliminated.

The staff also made you choose your own key for the west wing, and Gilbert let you pick. You choose the color red.

The heavy doors opened as they welcomed you inside, and most of the players were excited, rushing to start the game.

"You look scared, little rabbit."

"Gil, this is a haunted mansion."

"Are you expecting to have some unseen creatures running after you?"

"Of course not."

It wasn’t even long before the game started, you heard a scream not far from you. It was horrifying that you instantly froze on the spot and tightened your grip on Gilbert’s arm.

"W-What the heck was that?!" Your eyes still barely adjust to the dimly lit place.

"Probably someone who stubbed his toe."

"I also sometimes stub my toe but I never scream like that."

You resumed your walk and entered the first room that was not yet open. To your luck, you find your first wooden rose. "They literally placed the rose in an area you wouldn’t even look at."

The rose was sitting at the very top of the cabinet. Gilbert just used his cane to hit the rose at the top and make it fall, he caught it and placed it in the basket that was provided to you. "Good bunny, you found our first rose." He praised you as he ruffled your hair.

When you enter the next room, the vivid rainbow swirls on the wall make you dizzy. "Another one." Gilbert said as he picked up the rose carving. "This first part is pretty easy."

"The real challenge here was on the west wing, I wonder what kind of puzzle they are talking about."

"We'll figure it out soon." He said.

You proceed to the next room but are unable to find another rose. Gilbert is also guiding you and making sure you don't fall into any of their traps. "Do you believe in ghosts?" He asks out of nowhere as you both searched one of the rooms filled with plush toys.

"Yes."

"Have you seen a ghost?" He asked again as he searched through the mountains of plush toys. "Ah, there you are." Gilbert picked up the rose and put it inside the basket.

"Well, I haven't. But there are things that science can't even explain." You answered as you checked under the sofa. "And another one. Two roses in one room huh. Not bad."

"Now that we've gathered ten roses, let's head to the west wing."

You left the room and proceeded to the west wing. You were startled by a loud collision, which was followed by angry yells. "I wonder if it's because the game is too difficult or because they can't get out of the traps..." Gilbert mused.

"Maybe both…"

A huge red door located at the far end of the west wing. It seemed strange when he opened the door. There were five odd doors, each with a different pattern etched on the top. The walls are lined in paintings of eerie unknown creatures from hell. There is also a mountain of small black cubes on a huge, banquet table.

In comparison to the rest of the mansion, the room was well-lit. However, the entire room had been painted black, including the chairs, table, and even the wooden floor, and the windows had been barricaded for unknown reasons. There was a small treasure chest just sitting in one of the chairs.

You threw a glance at Gilbert, and he did the same, before you both went in. The door abruptly slammed shut, and when he attempted to open it, it wouldn't budge. The key you chose was even useless since it did not fit the keyhole.

"Great, now we are trapped here."

Gilbert is inspecting the keyhole and, after a few seconds, he grinned at you. "Lockpicking this door may take longer because it is different from the other doors, but-" His grin widened and you stepped backwards immediately, just your back hitting the pillar. Gilbert then leaned down slightly, his voice almost hushed, and you could almost taste his breath. "This is our perfect chance of being alone." He says, his voice alluring.

The memory of being in the same situation but in the rose garden, where he just kissed you not once, but twice, makes your cheeks flush.

"Are you cold or blushing?" He teased, and before you could respond, he moved fast and nipped your ear.

"That hurts!" You shrieked.

Instead of apologizing, Gilbert just gave you a smug smile. "Let's get these puzzles solved so we can get out of here."

And with that, he moved to observe the strange doors. You continued to frown as you followed him.

. . . . . . . . .

Each black cube has red marks, but with different patterns that will match the patterns on the doors.

After finding the last piece with the correct pattern above one of the doors that would fit the hole, you inserted the cube. And when you thought you could finally get out as you opened the door, it was just a wall. You just sighed and massaged your nose bridge.

"Are you already giving up?" Gilbert asked as he stood alongside you.

"If this is a real-life situation, like if your life relies on it, getting your hopes up, thinking you can get out of here, just to find out the door you just opened is simply a wall on the other side, it's devastating." You can’t help but to feel annoyed. "The paintings in this room also make me feel really uncomfortable, and I want to get out of here as as soon as possible."

"Are you scared then?"

"No." You sighed again. "Let's try the third door, I'll go check that side."

"Alright."

You walked to the other side, but the floor you just stepped on suddenly opened, and you screamed as you fell.

The floor you just stepped on was a trap door.

You prepared yourself for the hit until you landed upon the mattresses, only to bounce off of the material and fall on the hard, cold floor.

"Gilbert!" You tried calling for him, but you couldn't hear him from above.

You turn around and see what type of trap you are in right now.

The room has doors on each side of the wall. Not far from where you landed, there was a matchbox on the floor and a small candle. You tried to remove the lamp that was sticking on the wall but it was just impossible to remove it.

You peered up, but it was dark, indicating that the trap door was shut, so you picked up the matchbox and the candle and decided to find an exit. 

. . . . . . . . .

Another dead end again. It seems like the underground labyrinth with doors is neverending. You even lost count on how many times you’ve met a dead end and you lost count on how many times you got lost trying to get back on track.

Too exhausted from trying to escape, your eyes and mind are now playing tricks on you. Your candle has already melted, and you lit the last match as you continued opening the heavy door until the flame started to flicker, and eventually, it was distinguished.

You are alone in the darkness, lost in the labyrinth. The silence is so maddening. You opened another door that leads to another room with doors. Your hand was on the wall to guide yourself, and you felt a wood beneath your skin, letting your fingers run across the wood until you felt a cold iron. You turned it, but it was locked. You moved on to the second door, and the third. All doors are locked in this room. 

As you were about to head back to the door where you came in, you suddenly heard footsteps besides yours. You stopped and listened carefully but nothing.

When you started to walk to the only exit in the room, you heard the second footsteps. You practically step backwards until your back hits the wall. 

"W-who's there?" Your voice almost whispers, ragged breathing, your heart is pounding so fast.

Fear starts to creep on you and remember more stories about this mansion. You try to shrug away those and think positive, but your mind is doing its worst job to scare you.

Tears start to form in your eyes as you sit on the floor hugging your knees to your chest as soon as you start hearing footsteps getting closer and closer.

"Found you…"

You look up to find Gilbert, who is almost out of breath holding a lamp. He approached you and put the lamp down as you reached for him, and he embraced you in his arms.

"It's okay. You're okay now." He said as he held you tight. "I'm sorry it took me so long to find you."

You shook your head as you finally calmed down. "Please don't apologize. And thank you. But how did you–"

"It was the third door. The foreign letters written on the walls are the clues for this place." He moved a little, his fingers gently wiping your tears. "Are you hurt?" 

"No…"

Gilbert sighs in relief. "Let's get out of here."

You didn’t talk anymore as he held your hand and made your way out.

. . . . . . . . .

It was a relief when the door he unlocked using your key was finally the exit, and you could go directly back to where you started the game. You didn't ask him how he figured out which way is which.

The staff were smiling but then froze when they saw you, well, actually, your partner.

You look up at Gilbert, he was smiling but it was clear he was in a bad mood. Instead of greeting them, he just ignored them as he led you by the bench and you both took a seat to rest. "Gil… I just noticed, but where are the roses?"

"Screw that."

"What?"

"That doesn't matter anymore."

"But isn't that the reason why we participate in this game?"

"After what just happened, do you still want to continue?"

"Yes."

"I left it in that room, since we already got out of the mansion, I'll tell them to go and retrieve it."

You nod your head and wait for him as he goes and talks to staff. While waiting, you slowly pulled up the sleeve of your dress. Your left forearm was bruised and swollen. Earlier, you weren't paying much attention because your main concern was getting out of that labyrinth.

Pulling out the handkerchief from your pocket, you carefully wrapped it around your wrist before pulling down the sleeve. When you looked at Gilbert talking to the staff, their heads were low, as if they were being scolded.

You immediately understand the situation and rush to him. He’s telling them about the safety precautions of the place.

His voice was calm, however you yourself can't help but to feel scared. It was the same feeling when you first met. Gilbert has this deadly atmosphere by just standing there.

You took a deep breath and placed your hand on his shoulder. "Gil..." You said gently. He smiled as he turned to face you. You're at a loss for words as his red eye looks at you.

"This is quite a rare sight."

A familiar voice made you lower your hand. "Clavis?! What are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, saying that one of the participants would like to talk to me. Congratulations on getting out of the mansion." He greeted you with a smile before he looked at Gilbert. "If only that certain 'annoying person' isn't asking for my help."

That 'certain annoying person' must be Chevalier, since Clavis would never run an errand for Sariel.

"You were the organizer of this place?"

"Of course. How I wish I was there before the game started so I can watch you all struggling to escape. So, what would you want to talk about?"

Gilbert proceeds to tell Clavis about the trap door. "It wasn't safe, the little rabbit fell in and was trapped in that underground labyrinth. What if something worse happened to her?"

Clavis eyes widened as he looked at you. "You fell? Are you hurt?"

"No, I'm not."

"Ah, thank goodness. That palace devil will surely get mad if you were hurt." He says. "Since we don't have much time to renovate it, I decided to exclude the trapdoor as one of the entrances to the labyrinth from the game, but I should have placed furniture on that trap door." The smile fades as he stood up against Gilbert. "What happened to the little rabbit was a complete accident and my people are innocent. I will take full responsibility."

"It's fine, Clavis. But what about the red key? We used that to open the door from the labyrinth."

"Yes, that key can open the door in the puzzle room as well. When you put all of the correct cubes and opened it, there's only a long, dark corridor. The exit is located at the very end." Clavis explained, then gave you a meaningful look and smiled again. "But first, as part of the game, please raise your hands."

You did as Clavis instructed, and one of the staff members tied a red string around Gilbert's pinky fingers and yours.

"You were the first participants that got out of the mansion, please follow me to the gardens." The third prince said. "I was actually surprised that you joined the game, since this is actually a game for lovers."

"What?"

"Weren't you informed that this game is only for lovers?" Clavis asked.

"No, the lady must have mistaken us for–"

"Why is this game only for lovers?" Gilbert cuts you off.

"Because by the end of the game, there's a romantic candlelit dinner under the full moon. But I understand why the lady approached you and told you about this game." The third prince smiled as he led you to your table. "Oh, by the way. Part of the rules for this game is that once the red string is tied to your fingers, you have to feed each other."

The staff greeted you with a smile and started assisting you from pulling out your chairs to placing various foods in front of you.

"Enjoy your dinner."

"Of course we will. Thanks." Gilbert responds.

Clavis then excused himself, leaving you and Gilbert.

"I'm hungry. Let's eat."

You took turns feeding each other, and because the food was cooked by Clavis, it was so bizarre that just looking at it made your stomach turn but the taste isn’t weird as it looks.

The candlelit dinner was surrounded by soft music. It was almost the perfect date for lovers. Only if you and the prince aren't friends.

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"Would you like to dance? It doesn't have to be formal." You asked him right after dinner.

Gilbert was taken aback, but he smiled at you. "I never expected a woman to invite me to dance."

He stood up and held out his hand to you, which you happily accepted. Instead of holding him on his shoulder, you wrapped your arms around his neck and rested your head on his chest while your bodies swayed slowly to the gentle music. His arms were around your waist.

It took a few minutes before you broke the silence.

"Thank you… For finding me."

"You're welcome."

A whizz distracted you, followed by the thunderous sound of the guns. When you looked up, fireworks soared into the sky one after the other. It was bright and colorful, with red, green, purple, and gold lights illuminating the night sky.

"It's beautiful." You said as you were too absorbed in the fireworks to notice Gilbert's attention on you and his almost whispered words.

"Yeah. You're so beautiful."

. . . . . . . . .

It was past midnight when you left that 'haunted' mansion.

Gilbert's fingers caress your hair as you fall asleep on his lap. The red string was still tied around your pinky fingers. He smiled softly as he remembered what had transpired today. Everything was almost perfect until you fell and got lost in the labyrinth.

He saw you seemed to be hiding your other arm from his view, so he slowly lifted your arm while you were sleeping, and the first thing he noticed was the puffiness of your sleeve, then he gently pulled it down, unwrapped the handkerchief.

The swollen and bruised forearm changes his mood. Why did you lie to him?

You know how he hates lies. 

A memory of you crying in the dark and reaching out for him when he found you quickly eased the irritation he felt after discovering you lied to him about not being hurt.

Gilbert wrapped the handkerchief around your forearm and will let this lie slide for now.

His gaze was transfixed on you while stroking your cheek. The only one who can smile and talk freely to him without feeling threatened, the only one who enjoys being with him, the only one who can make him happy and less lonely.

It was only you.

He returned his gaze to your injured arm and sighs.

Gilbert will definitely burn that mansion.

Tagging: @atelieredux @thewitchofbookswith ♡

Night's Witness

Fandom: IkeVamp

Pairing: Leonardo x F!Reader

Prompt: Enchanted Evenings Day 17: Impact Play

Type: NSFW- Minors DNI

Cw: impact play, spanking, fingering, punishment, dirty talk, teasing, orgams, implied overstimulation

WC: 1000+

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"Such a naughty Cara Mia" his voice pulls you from your dreams and you whisper his name. Opening your eyes you look around, taking a moment to get your bearings. Night has fallen, and you are wrapped up in his shirt on the balcony, your skin cool to the touch from the night air. His hand resting on your thighs, the cool air rustling the fabric.

"Leonardo" you whisper, eyes opening long enough to find his golden ones, smiling at the loving look in his eyes.

"What are you doing out here, dressed like that" he scolds, worried about you catching a cold in the chilly breeze.

"I was waiting for you to come home. I guess I fell asleep. Good thing you are here now to warm me up though," you murmur, rubbing the last traces of sleep from your arms. Leonardo goes to move his hand, but your legs snap together, trapping his hand between your thighs, keeping his warmth close to your core.

"Oh?" His eyes widen at your movement and you whine softly, looking up at him with pleading eyes. Sleep recedes quickly from your mind when you remember why you are out here, and the interactions the two of you had all day. Capturing his second hand stroking your cheek, you press slow kisses to his palm, keeping your eyes on his as you kiss the strong calloused hand. All the teasing the two of you have been engaging in all day has made mass of your core. Desire and pleasure tangled in a ball. Your eyes try to convince him of what your lips can't, though by the smirk on his lips, he knows.

"Do you need something?" He lowers his breath so it teases your neck and ear, watching the goosebumps rise over your Tender flesh. The hand trapped between your legs, squeezes the supple flesh of your thighs as you relax enough that he can slide his hand up.

"Are you wearing anything under my shirt?" His eyes furrow as the wind picks up again, and you tilt your head at him, an innocent look gracing your features.

"Find out yourself" you challenge, enjoying the spark of defiance and pleasure hitting your nerves. His smirk darkens slightly, posture changing. He sits on the sofa next to you, tugging you close to him. You shut your eyes, anticipating a kiss, senses drunk off his smell. Opening your eyes when your lips don't connect, your brows furrow and you watch the amusement in his eyes.

"Leo, please" you press your hand on his chest, trying to close the distance. His hand is slowly caressing your thigh. Unbuttoning his shirt with his other hand, he bares your body and you spread your legs slightly wider, your bare core already glistening with need.

"Out on the balcony in just my shirt, asleep. You should be ashamed. " His words don't mask the lust in his voice, and you can feel his gaze still on your core.

"What are you going to do about it?" Feeling scandalous and bold, you bring your face centimeters from his, letting your breath warm his lips. Dominance flickers through his gaze, a primal lust taking over as he pushes you over his lap.

"I see a naughty Cara Mia needs to be taught a lesson" his voice laden with desire and you brace your hands against the marble of the balcony floor. His hands caress your butt, one hand teases your thighs, the other choosing where to start. You brace yourself for the impact, but Leonardo is patient, watching as your body anticipates it and finally bringing his hand down when you least expect it. The sound seems to echo in the night, and pleasure ripples as you let out a moan.

"Surely this is more scandalous than just being out here minding my own business" you manage, your heart pounding at the ideas of the others hearing.

"Maybe, but at least they know to stay away. They could have wandered out here and seen the display you were putting on. A display for my eyes only" Leonardo brings his hand down again on the other cheek, his fingers brushing along your core, timing his thrust with the next impact. Your walls clamp down on the intrusion, riding the aftermath of the impact on the stimulation his finger provides. Whimpers fall from your lips as your hips rock against his legs. He adds a finger next, massaging your skin as he curls his fingers, your legs trembling with pleasure.

Your pleas fill the silence, begging him for more stimulation, your pleasure creating faster with every thrust. He can feel how you clench and pulse around his fingers, the need making a mess of his hand.

His hand comes down again, and his other thumb finds your clit, rubbing the bundle of nerves as your moans fill the air. Only his name falls off your tongue, and he complies with your whines, speeding up his thrusts, as the pleasure threatens to wash over you.

"Please,please, please" your coil is building bigger as his hand hits the tender flesh again, feeling your nerves ripple.

"Let go, I have you" he promises, feeling your body sag in response.

Your orgasm washes over you in blinding pleasure, cutting all thoughts as you focus only on him. Your body arches up off his lap as you ride his finger through your orgam, listening to his praise. When his fingers don't still, your hips jerk with overstimulation. His fingers grip your chin, pulling your gaze up to his. Golden eyes pierce through your lust ladder ones.

"This was a punishment Cara Mia, remember? I never said I was done with you yet." The promise has the coil building back up. Your eyes rolling back as the night sky bears witness, Leonardo's skilled fingers don't stop until he is satisfied by the mess he's made of you.

Perfectly explained 😌👌🏻

Cyran has been behind everything and has been living his life as a secret agent. Now we know his intentions 😌

Intern-kun is the ultimate nickname🤣 And thank you very much!

⚔🌹Cyril Rose Theory🌹⚔

Speaking of Cyril from Ikemen Prince, I've had this theory for a long time. What if Cyril was working for cybird? 🤔(There are no spoilers, just something random😂)

Cybird—Cyril

Both start with "Cy"

If you take the letters "ir" from "Cybird" and put the "r" before the "i", it becomes "Cybrid".

Then, if you take the letters "b" and "d" back to back, you'll get "db". Which later will create an "l", if joined.

So, if you match the letters from the beginning, you'll get "Cyril" 🤔

Thank you for reading, here is a random sketch I made a while ago as well😂 (This is what I think he may look like) :

CYRAN x READER

...Are Red ...Are Blue

drabble . angst . blood mention . kissing

minors and ageless blogs please dni

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"Cyran. I don't think... I don't think last night was a mistake."

Cyran's hands register the words seconds before his placid mask ripples under moonlight and distorts, breaking, ruining and elevating his beautiful smile; and there, where you can't look away, like blood spatter, his clutched bouquet spills out over your bare, stone-scraped feet. Because maybe the ribbon around the stalks were bound in apology, and maybe each flower found its way into a sweaty grip writing goodbyes into garden air while a pretty red brow hung with reasons you have no right to know. Because that would be so like Cyran, to gently let you down into your tears so you wouldn't have to crash.

All falls are crashes. It's just sometimes you have the luxury of choosing which organs burst.

The roses you manage to save find a new bed in your arms, this shield wrought of self-solace years in the making without you ever knowing, but when you stand back up and dare to sight beyond your glistening lashes, Cyran's lips take you.

All falls are crashes.

And it's different from the night before. His kiss is proof that the person you are today is different from the person you were yesterday and the person you will be tomorrow. Beginnings get marked with kisses. Promises are immortalized in them. Cyran's kiss, crushing his roses between you, bending you into his clawing, beastly, cradling hand, is the birth of a hero come to claim his runaway.

When he pulls back into moonlight his hair is tousled and wild, his smile hangs draped in sensual shadow-shapes with glimpse of pearly teeth, and his only word is an invitation, awkward and a bit boyish, but written into the garden's ears in a language beyond those of any rose.

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Once again heavily-inspired by gilbertvonobsidian and his heartwrenching, genius fic Lillian

⚔🌹Cyril Rose Theory🌹⚔

Speaking of Cyril from Ikemen Prince, I've had this theory for a long time. What if Cyril was working for cybird? 🤔(There are no spoilers, just something random😂)

Cybird—Cyril

Both start with "Cy"

If you take the letters "ir" from "Cybird" and put the "r" before the "i", it becomes "Cybrid".

Then, if you take the letters "b" and "d" back to back, you'll get "db". Which later will create an "l", if joined.

So, if you match the letters from the beginning, you'll get "Cyril" 🤔

Thank you for reading, here is a random sketch I made a while ago as well😂 (This is what I think he may look like) :