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Kinktober Day 1: Gilbert Von Obsidian x (g.n.) Reader

AN: Hello everyone! I decided to try and write a few one-shots for kinktober, along with the requests that i am preparing! Thank you for the support and i hope you enjoy~

Warnings: Pure smut, nsfw, bj, (bad English), (we don’t know a lot about the new ones, but i really want to write about them too)

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

“Please...” Your hoarse voice came out strangled the minute Gilbert took his erection out of your mouth, where he was pounding ruthlessly just seconds ago.

You were on your knees in front of him, naked, mounting one of his legs and grinding your crotch on the rough fabric of his pants, while he was sitting on his throne, fully clothed. He was enjoying the way your expression looked, your crimson cheeks and tearful eyes made him harder than he was when the two of you started.

“Beg properly.” The Obsidian Prince’s arrogant, teasing tone reached your ears and made you sob. No matter how much you pleaded, he always asked for more, not giving in your requests easily.

“Please, sir, i need you.” He clicked his tongue and shook his head mockingly, before reaching over with one hand. His gloved fingers run through your hair before tugging it slightly upwards, as he peered down at you through his long dark lashes.

“And what is that thing you need?” A haughty smirk decorated the prince’s handsome face when he saw those tear drops, that were gathered in the corners of your eyes, slowly fall down and wet your cheeks.

“I need you-” You took a much needed breath and continued “-i want your cock.”

With a prideful smile, he let his dick rest on your lips, covering them in precum.

“Go on.” His voice, although soft and alluring, sounded commanding and you didn’t lose a moment from swallowing him. Your tongue explored it like it was the first time, feeling every vein and pulsation. The delightful stare of your companion, in addition to his groans, convinced you of your good work.

A few moments later, while you were just getting used to his girth, he only gave a throaty moan as a warning, before his cum covered the inside of your hot cavern and spilled out from the side of your lips. You gulped it down and lapped at it fast and hungrily to prevent it from dripping.

“Good girl.” Gilbert praised you and with a forceful pull, you were raised on his lap and right into his arms.

“I’ll have to reward you for that.” His one fuchsia eye taking in your nudeness. He nudged you softly and kissed your lips with passion.

~The End

AN: Thank you for reading!

"Sinful Desire" Gilbert Von Obsidian x (fem.) Reader

AN: Hello everyone! I decided to also write for @voltage-vixen 's 'tis the season for smut! Forgive me for posting backwards! I'm starting from day 15 until the end of the event! Thank you very much for all the support and I hope you enjoy~

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

Warnings: Smut, nsfw content (bad English)

Prompt: Open prompt (snowy night spent in an inn, enemies with benefits?)

You sighed in relief the moment his thin, pale lips brushed against your neck, gently kissing away at the delicate skin, bared for his desire only. His handsome features were brought out and illuminated  by the fire from the woods that were burning in the fireplace besides you, which left you breathless for a moment.

You lifted up your hand and threaded it through his soft, dark hair that tickled down your shoulder and grabbed his chin to guide him up for a deep kiss. The more you tasted his lips, the more it felt impossible to pull away, like you were addicted to them, but neither you nor he wanted to. Just to prove that, Gilbert's tongue probed at your plump lips and slithered inside the moment it found an opening.

His own hands moved on command, slowly unbuttoning the ruffled shirt which was the only clothing item you had left on as of now. He started from the bottom and with light moves, almost airy, he reached the top and unfolded even more of your body, making you shiver and try to hide in shame.

"Don't do that." His sweet, honeyed voice reached your ears and went straight to your core. It was enough to let you believe that it was fine, what you were about to do.

'Sleeping in the arms of the enemy' would have been the greatest way to describe your situation, although your lust filled mind convinced you that you only agreed because of the pleasure and nothing more. In defense, your heart screamed that you fell in love when you should have been more careful and not let your guard down. Not that you would ever admit it to someone like him.

Gilbert, seeming to notice that you were drifting away, your previous show of affection fading, decided to go a step further. He pushed the fabric of the shirt down and let his sharp gaze feast on your body. He leaned closer to your chest that looked oh so welcoming, your nipples begging for his attention and he gave in by taking one in his mouth, letting the other get occupied by his hand.

You let a loud, delighted moan fall from your swollen lips that were starting to get chapped. Gilbert's hot tongue run over the stiff nipple, as his lips sucked around your chest. You almost covered your mouth, afraid to be heard in the small inn, but you found yourself not caring much.

Moments later, the black haired man pulled away and looked up with one red eye, almost like he was loosening up to you only. You couldn't help yourself, you wanted to see more of him, so you inched to his eyepatch that was hiding a 'disaster' you never met before.

The prince didn't stop you, his eye still locked with yours but for the tiniest moment, you could have sworn you saw him tense up before relaxing in his usual refreshing smile.

You fingertips played with it, before letting it fall with a soundless thump on the carpet.

"You...ah!" You discontinued your sentence, letting it die along with any noise in the gloomy sky, lost among the shiny stars. Gilbert shushed you again by kissing you.

He was suddenly feeling impatient and eager to get closer to you, to break you before he breaks himself by falling in the trap he created.

"Lay down and spread your legs." He suddenly sounded cold, almost identical to the pure snow diving in the ground arms. Despite that, you listened and did as you were told.

With your legs opened wide, you could feel your arousal leaking more as it stained the inside of your thighs. Your naked body trembled from the cold air hitting it on one side and the warmth of the fireplace from the other.

Gilbert smirked at your state and seductively caressed your glistening folds. His digits smoothly rubbed you and easily slid in your hotness. You groaned at the feel and thrashed on the floor, not having somewhere to hold.

He picked up his pace as he fingered you, amused by your reactions and relishing in the knowledge that it was him, who could make you so hypersensitive.

"Gil...bert..ah...more, please" You finally groaned out, wanting him to reach the pick of his pleasure as well.

He withdrew his wet fingers and cleaned them one by one in his mouth. After he was sure there was nothing left of your sweet nectar, he quickly took off his pants and underwear, his hard member hitting his stomach and dripping with precum.

He stood between your legs and positioned his lengthy cock against your entrance. He grazed your clit and continued to your slit, before he sunk inside you, filling you to the brim. You both let out chocked moans in unison and didn't lose any more time to meet each others thrusts.

Gilbert bend over and started sucking and suckling on your neck, leaving dark spotted marks wherever he could reach. The purplish hickeys bloomed like flowers on spring and they gave you a sense of belonging. The man's touch had you hooked, like you were obsessed in getting it anytime you could.

You felt your orgasm nearing and you grabbed him, holding for dear life on his shoulders, your nails digging in. Your juices squirted all over his dick and he followed minutes later by erupting in you, the jets of cum painting your stretched insides.

Carefully, he removed his softened member from your hole and cleaned up to put his clothes on again.

The exhaustion caught up with you and you rolled your head backwards. Gilbert took the blanket closest to him and covered your shivering body. You silently thanked him, when the clock on the wall pointed out the change of the day. It was officially Christmas, a break for both of you.

"Merry Christmas..." Your wish trailed off into the night that felt colder than before, but the soft hitting on the windows, coming from the snow, seemed to ironically sympathize with the two.

Gilbert laughed and shook his head, deeming you as careless as a little rabbit, careless enough to wish something like that to him, of all people.

You felt the tiredness making its way to you and you closed your eyes, giving yourself to the abyss of a dreamless sleep. Gilbert made sure you weren't awake, before whispering.

"Merry Christmas, little rabbit..." The gentle, refreshing smile of his burned out along with the yellowish flames, turning the room chilly.

The End

AN: Thank you for reading and a big thanks for this event!

Hello! Do you take in requests?

I read this (something that goes like this) randomly somewhere and I immediately thought of Gilbert von Obsidian x MC.

"He LOVED me. But he ruined my kingdom. He killed my family. And he enslaved me."

I thought if IkePri had a tragic end, that is how I imagined it would go for MC and Gilbert von Obsidian... I would love to read something with this prompt if you can accommodate. Thank you!

AN: Hello!! Thank you very much for requesting! It was very enjoyable writing it and this prompt was lovely! I really like getting requests about the new princes, so I hope I did him a bit of justice. I hope you enjoy~

Gilbert Von Obsidian x (g.n.) Reader

Fandom: Ikemen Prince

Character: Gilbert Von Obsidian

Warnings: Angst, enslaved reader, darker themes, gender neutral reader, (poor English)

"....He loved me…" That thought, like a poison lathered knife sunk in the back of your brain, until only the imaginary hilt could be seen. It was hurting you, more than you could voice, yet you treasured this pain, like a dragon it's chest filled with gold. After all, he was the one who made you believe him, wasn't he? With a variety of attractive offers, from ruling over countries to winning the contest of life. 

'Freedom, he said….'

Every moment you spent with him was unforgettable, or you were too scared to accept the ugly reality, hidden behind a beautiful, refreshing smile. 

"But…." There was always another thought, clashing upon what you praised like a God, that made you overthink it again and again, making you cry in anguish.

"He ruined my kingdom...he killed my family…" After losing both the place that you happily lived, letting it fall in despair, with people who were either starving to be free and others starving to eat a tiny piece of food, along with the family members that you loved and cherished so much, you felt devastated. The things he did wrong were uncountable and you always gave up on catching them, putting them on each of your fingertips in hope to crash them and pretend that nothing happened. There were too many sins to be forgiven, but not for you, who welcomed him in your country and accepted the future he could offer.

"And he enslaved me. Took my will and trampled on it, as if it was something useless to him." You knew how he worked, the dirty ways around everything and the false hope he spread like blood on the battlefield. Why were you giving him so many chances, even when you learned about his doings? A sarcastic snort, directed at you, left your own mouth.

At the very moment this sentence left your cracked from the cold lips, you heard a delighted chuckle from your right. You didn't know that you were speaking out loud, nor did you think that he, the man that you despised yet "adored", was so close to you. No matter what you said about him, if you did it in front of him, he didn't care at all. He was the one who threatened you to never lie to him. 

Gilbert Von Obsidian, the once first prince of Obsidian, who represented each villain in every single book you read, took a hold of your chin with his long fingers and forced your head up to meet his gaze. And you noticed. You closed your eyes and took a shaky breath. Your blood was freezing inside your veins and a shiver passed down your spine.

The crazy glint that shone in his crimson red eye, almost as if he was a maniac, like he had long fallen in the sea of madness and was now drowning, asking you to follow him at its depth. 

"Are you afraid of me, little rabbit?" He questioned and let his lips hover over yours, his hot breath washing over your face, bringing you a strangely calm feeling that put a fire in you. One you could put down.

"I only did that, because I wanted to get along with you. From the very start, right?" He continued and you didn't know how to answer him. You only knew how to find comfort in his arms, that welcomed your trembling body, when you leaned forward, with a slight dizziness that was playing games with your head.

You mumbled a tiny 'yes', softly, like you were a delicate doll in between an army of wooden marionettes, a flower in a garden of thorns.But you still couldn't understand why salty droplets, that could easily disguise themselves as rivers full of diamonds, were falling from your eyes, dampening the black gloves he wore, while he gently cradled your face to his chest.

"Rest" This was once a word filled with compassion from Gilbert. Now, it was an order from the new Emperor of Obsidian. 

The End

AN: Thank you very much for reading!! Have a great day/night~

Hello everyone! I hope you are doing well! From today, I'll be working on requests and stories! Thank you very much for the support!

For the time being, I present to you

Goosebert Von Obsidian, the first prince of Obsidian

Gilbert Von Obsidian ー 金繕い (Golden repair)

Gilbert Von Obsidian 🖤🐯⚠️

What happened before: (nsfw art under the cut)

Gilbert Von Obsidian 🖤🐯⚠️

Gilbert, Emma and the Sunny Day

■ . . . . . CONTENT WARNING : very angsty, murder but also suicide, major character death (not Gilbert), anxiety-inducing ■ . . . . . Notes : inspired by Umineko image by Ståle Freyer from Pixabay m a s t e r l i s t

(MINORS DNI)

underneath the ice thrashing drowning fingers losing strength world growing dim

but her

her Gilbert crouched above her on the other side of the ice

hitting the ice over and over and over and over

bloodying the hands that put her here

her Gilbert he weeps

look at her look at her

dying, and burdened with love, Emma's    smile    is    strange: "good. i will not be martyr to your cause."

she reaches up to meet his red hand: "and i refuse to let you be martyr to mine."

in the end they were only pretty thoughts

so best if we never meet again

Gilbert x Emma for prompt 07/26 please? Thank you 💖💖💖

Hi Darling! Thank you so much for your support. Thank you to @xxsycamore and @voltage-vixen for hosting this event. I hope you enjoy!

Dangerous Euphoria

Fandom: IkePri

Pairing: Gilbert x Emma 

Prompt: Summer of Smut - Sex under a sundress 

Type: NSW - Minors Dni

CW: pining, implied hidden relationship, balcony sex, rough sex, vaginal penetration, semi-public 

WC: 1200+

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His eye overlook the event, trying to focus on someone, but unable to find her in the crowd. He had lost her after getting pulled into a pointless conversation with a random noble. She had been dancing with him.But now the Prince’s arm is bare and she is gone, the sun had set on the event. Many had left the castle already, but still she eluded him. Eventually he locates her, bent over one of the balconies of the castle. Her eyes are fixed on the rose garden below as he opens the door. 

“Beatiful night isn’t it?” Her voice greets him the second he steps on the balcony. Her new sundress showing hints of  skin in the moonlight. Crossing the gap, he traps her against the balcony in his arms. A smirk crosses his lips when he feels her shudder in his grip. 

“It is” Knowing the effect of his breath on her, he runs his nose along the curve of her ear, listening to the hitch in her breath. Her lips part, and his smirks widen. 

“You aren’t running?” He questions, stepping back from her, leaving her room to run, but she shakes her head. His fingers catch her chin, tilting up her face, confused. The little rabbit held her ground, instead of running back into the castcle, back to safety. 

Her eyes are flooded with emotion, his eyes searching ofr the reason. Danger, fear, lust and desire all dance in her eyes. The last emotion explains why she isn’t running, why her lips are parting and her pupils are blown wide. Fear and desire, she can feel his power, but she likes it. 

“I knew you would stay, one kiss and you were mine” he taunts her, enjoying the feelings that flicker on her face. So open with her emotion, every sentence he speaks has a different reaction, oh how he could watch them all day. 

“Do you understand what staying here means?” He asks simply, his hand closing around one side of her waist loosely. He wouldn’t persue her if she chose to ran, but to his surprise she didn’t. She keeps her gaze steadily on his and nods, looking up at him with desire filled eyes, the fear fading away. 

“I understand” Her voice is soft, alluring, and Gilbert slams his lips against hers, pressing her against the balcony. His hands close fully around her waist, fingers digging into her dress, raising the fabric above her waist. Turning her over, he smirks when he catches her expression, lips parted in ecstasy. 

“Please someone may see-” She starts to protest as his hands push the dress above her hips and his hand slips around to the clothed bundle of nerves. Her protest dies out as pleasure courses through her body,  and she grips tighter to the balcony. His other hand drifts up to her pouted lips, tuggling loosely on her bottom lip, he bites her ear before finally answering. 

“Let them look little rabbit” Gilbert commands, his fingers slipping aside her underwear to prepare her core. Emma leans back against his chest, moans escaping past his thumb as she suckles on it, eyes half lidded in the pleasure he is bestowing on her core. 

Feeling her prepared, Gilbert pulls away from her body, listening to her weak protests. He lifts her leg over the balcony railing, pinning her there with one hand while the other holds his length. 

Cries of his name fall form her lips as he teases the dampness of her core. 

“Look at how wet you are, how much you desire me” He teases in her ear, listening to the changes in her breathing as he rubs along her clothed core. A flush spreads across her cheeks, darkening the longer the Obsidian Prince whispers dirty thoughts in her ears. A groan leaves her lips when her underwear is finally tugged to the side, revealing her damp heat to the cool night air. Pressing her tighter to the balcony, GIlbert finally enters her, watching her envelope inch after inch of his cock. His eye is dark in desire as he pushes in, keeping a tight grip on her leg and hip. 

“Gilbert-” his name is a rasp from Emma’s throat, her eyes rolling back in her head as he fully sheathes himself in her. His body presses perfectly into hers, his usually chilly skin an inferno against her own flames skin. 

When his name falls from her lips, the hand on her hip shifted, moving to circle the bundle of nerves. Emma responds immediately, clamping on his length and letting out a whine, her body begging for more. His cloak falls around his shoulders, covering her body from anyone exiting the castle to go the balcony, though with her leg splayed out to the side, they may still guess the activity. Protests fall from her lips as he pulls out of her body, leaving only the tip of his length at her entrance. He feels her trying to move back against him and holding her still, he thrusts back in. 

A huff of air leaves Emma’s lungs, her body reacting instantly, the pleasure taking over every part of her body. No longer is she at the castle, no longer is she with the enemy prince, now she is surrounded completely by him. 

“What would the Prince’s think little Rabbit? Impaled on my cock for all to see?” Rasping in her ear as he continues to thrust, brain thinking only on the way she feels gripping his length and the looks on the eight princes face i they were to find her. The image brings a chuckle to him as he feels Emma clamp down, his words bringing her closer to pleasure. Illegible moans fall form her lips, her legs trembling in his hold and he adjusts her so that she is supported. Chasing his high, he watches Emma fall apart in his arms, moans of his name falling from her lips as her orgasm washes through her.  The ending of her orgasm triggers his own, and he releases in the woman, gaze solely focused on her. He would have her, no matter what anyone else said. From the look on her face earlier and the euphoric smile on her face now, it seems that she has no qualms about his claim. After all, she did choose to stay on the balcony with him, knowing full well that he wanted her. 

Tucking himself away, Gilbert helps Emma lower her leg, her muscles a little stiff and unstable. Fixing her dress so she looks presentable, he wraps her up in his cloak. 

“Come, we should get you to bed” He carries her back inside, ignoring the whispers of the staff as they observe the Obsidian Prince holding onto Emma. 

“I told you not to drink so much little Rabbit, now look at you being a nuisance” He says loudly, protecting the woman in his arms from the glares of the castle staff. He steals a glance down to see Emma’s eyes are still glazed and his lips tug up slightly. Murmuring in her ear as he crosses into her room, he lays her on the bed. 

“Next time little Rabbit, it might be better to run”

wip but oh why oh why does he look like Masa admiring his own reflection while waiting for the oven to preheat 🤔

Oh my God is Gilbert just inverted Masa

If nothing else they share the same pinterest board for hair.

Atelier's Shop of Infinite WIPs, episode 38838483848

@gilbertvonobsidian here's the status update! You should know that one of your art pieces inspired me to undertake this. I'll tell ya later which one.

The full version is a bit more nsfw 🔞 😳 I feel like his face is missing his trademark sweetness, probably cuz his face is too long. Gotta change his line of sight too so he's looking straight at you. Hair lighting is off which is why it looks so flat. Also I only rendered half of it so far teehee!

Yes ofc I made a version where he has a vampire bite and blood is trailing down onto his pec (courtesy of my OC, or maybe... courtesy of you, dear viewer? 😏) But I don't know if I'll be posting that one because the spirit of this piece is to convey Gilbert as he is in the game. Symbolically. Unless one of his route CGs is him hanging out naked.

Which brings me to my final point. Rest assured that the dark void he is sitting in is sufficiently heated. He even has a space heater between his thighs.

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𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐃𝐚𝐭𝐞

Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Fall Fluff Autumn Angst CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and @violettduchess ♡

Prompts: warming hands, treats, leaves, hot apple cider. :D

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

WC: 1657 A/N: Please, let’s just pretend that cotton candy already exist in this time but only in some country

You can't stop smiling as you stare at your reflection. Today is the day you've been looking forward to.

It's been days since you and Gilbert agreed to go to the festival, which was postponed when you visited the orphanage. You will spend another day with him outside the palace walls.

When you hear a knock on the door, you exhale to calm your overly excited heart and smoothing your dress for the nth time.

"Come in." You turned around as the door swung open.

"Shall we go?" He smiled at you, and you returned his smile.

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As you step inside the carriage, you attempt to keep cool and hide your excitement.

"So, tell me about this Halloween festival." He said.

"Well, there will be games to play, and if you win, you may choose whatever prize you want, depending on your score. Prizes can be either items or food. There are also some other shops selling Halloween-related items."

The conversation went smoothly as you talked about Halloween and answered some of his questions while Gilbert happily listened to you.

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You finally arrived at the town. There are a lot of people visiting the shops.

"What was that?" Gilbert asked, pointing to that one little shop. It was almost completely surrounded by small clouds, and the people who bought these 'small clouds' were eating it.

"I've never seen those before, do you want to check it out?"

He nodded, and you both observed the people eating it with almost satisfied expressions on their faces.

"I'm curious what that is."

"Based on how long that line is, whatever they're selling must be really good." Gilbert said. "I don't want to waste time waiting in the line, stay here."

Before you could respond, he walked over to the shop and spoke with one of the vendors. He was far away, you had no idea what they were talking about and you couldn't see who he was speaking to.

Gilbert returned and grinned at you after only a few moments. "Come on, we will return here later."

"What did you talk about?"

"Ah, I told the owner to save some cotton candies for us later."

"Cotton candies? That's what they're called? Did you ask more about it?" You questioned as you both moved to the next booth.

"I didn't, but he said it was very sweet."

Looking back at that shop, the line appears to simply keep going and going. "Well, I really do hope they will save some for us later." You mumbled.

"Don't worry, they will." Gilbert assured you.

You looked up at him, and he simply snickered. "Please tell me you didn't scare the shop owner."

"Did I?" Then he gave you that familiar sinister chuckle.

Although he did not answer your question with a 'yes' or a 'no,' his chuckle did. You sigh, hoping it didn't traumatize the owner.

You walked side by side, but you were startled a little when his icy-cold hand held your hand. Not just that type of hold, but he even intertwined his fingers on yours.

"You might get lost."

"I should be the one to tell you that. I know this place better than you do."

"I'm referring to your height." Gilbert laughs as he continues. "I can't let a little bunny get lost in the crowd."

You frown and roll your eyes at him, but deep down you don't care what he just said. Acting annoyed at him to hide your giddy emotions.

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Gilbert will stop at every food stall to buy candy apples, pumpkin pies, apple breads, as well as other treats, but one shop that caught his interest, the bakery where you used to buy your pastries before arriving at the palace. Cookies with cute monster designs are the most popular treats for Halloween.

You took a seat after Gilbert ordered treats that could practically feed ten people.

That is not surprising. He loves food.

"It's almost a shame to eat this because it's so cute." He says, but then eats it anyway.

You bit back your laughter as you sip on your hot apple cider before taking a bite on the cookie.

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You got up from your seat after eating the sweets. He twined his fingers once more on yours as you two exited the shop and returned to explore the other booths.

When you see some books, both of you will browse the shelves, and whatever catches your eye, Gilbert will buy it, and he bought a lot of books, he instructed the store owners to have it delivered to the palace under your name instead of his.

He explained that it is better to have the deliveries made under your name since he does not like telling people his name and ruining the fun of the festival because he is the prince of Obsidian. Which makes sense.

You were both stopped when a cheerful voice called out to you.

A woman in her late forties approached you with a friendly smile. "Hello. We have a game that needs to be played by partners, and it will begin at 6 in the evening. Of course, there are prizes to be won." The woman then begins to explain more about the game.

Before you could even utter a word, Gilbert spoke. "We'll be there."

"Thanks! You look like a perfect pair for each other. I have a strong feeling you're going to win this game. Goodluck."

"Thank you."

A moment of silence before you finally found your words. "You didn’t even ask me if I would like to participate in that game."

"I know you would."

"There are many games, but you pick the one that is in the last place I'll visit. I don't wanna participate in it."

"Yeah, there are a lot of games, but that one seems interesting. Besides, she said we were a perfect pair for each other." He responds casually as you go back to the first shop you visited.

When the staff noticed you, despite the long queue, they prioritized you and brought you a pair of large cotton candies on a paper stick. Gilbert left the money and began to walk away again.

"This is very sweet." He said as he ate some more.

"And it melts quickly too." You added as you take your time eating it, savoring the sweetness.

"I’m tired, do you know any place that we can rest?" He asked you.

"Yes, it's not far from here."

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Different shades of dried leaves were scattered on the quiet road. There are benches but Gilbert wants to rest under the large tree.

"Would you rather stand there?"

"Of course not." You sat next to him, but Gilbert suddenly laid his head on your lap. "Hey!"

"What?"

"You can lie down on the bench if you want to."

"No. Ah, I'm tired." He said as he closed his eye. You sigh as you let him take a nap. It was tiring, but it was great to be with him. After a few minutes, your fingers lazily stroked his soft, smooth hair.

You leaned back against the tree. The nice weather makes you so drowsy, you attempted to fight the sleep but failed and drifted into dreamland.

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Gilbert's eye fluttered open when he felt you stop stroking his hair, only to see you sleeping peacefully. He moved carefully and sat next to you.

He remembered when you asked him to accompany you to the festival the other day. He was overjoyed since it was the first time in his life that someone had actually asked him, but he kept his cool. His hand on your cheek as he adored you, before kissing your forehead and he spoke.

"Sweet dreams, my little rabbit."

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A strong gust of wind blows on your face, making you shiver. You snuggle on your pillow, and the pillow snuggles back.

At first, you thought it to be a dream, but then the 'pillow' starts to embrace you tightly. You initially allow your senses to register that you are not embracing a pillow but rather a body. You immediately woke up and allowed your brain to fully comprehend everything.

Gilbert had you seated on his lap, his arm over your waist, your head resting on his chest, and his other hand holding a small book. He was still wearing his jacket, but the cape was draped in over you.

"Did I wake you up?"

Everything had finally been registered in your mind. You moved quickly and stood up, but he only laughed at you. Again.

"W-what? Why are you laughing?"

"Ah, I never thought you were a pillow hugger." He smiled.

"I'm sorry about that."

"Why? You did nothing wrong." Gilbert said as he rose up and put the small book in his pocket.

"Where did that book come from?"

"From my pocket."

"Ugh, seriously."

"Ahaha. This was from one of the shops we visited. I didn't have it delivered because I want to read it when I'm resting."

You didn't question him more, and that's when you saw something in his hair. "Stay still." You spoke as you reached out and removed a small leaf from his hair.

"Hey Gil, could you bend down a bit further? There's a little more." He was surprised, but did as you requested, allowing you to remove the leaves. "It's all gone. Do I have any leaves in my hair?"

"No, there isn't. I removed it while you were sleeping."

"Oh, uh, thanks?"

"You're welcome." His fingers entwined once more with yours. "What is it?" He asked when he noticed your confusion.

"You're warm."

"Ah, that. It's because of you. I've been holding you in my arms while you were sleeping."

"... You should have woken me up."

"I don't want to."

He then bit your fingertips before you left the place and : the haunted mansion; to play the game he was looking forward to.

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Gilbert's route is coming!

The IFC members will be able to see his route PV sooner!

Gilbert's route is coming!

Last line from Gilbert's route PV:

"Until the day we part, we cry over unforgivable love"

Gilbert's route is coming!

I wanted to surprise you guys with art (+fic) of glasses bert, but it looks like I was beat to the punch XD

Anyway, here's my very unfinished wip (drawn using this reference)

I hc that these are actually Emma's glasses. He's stretchin them out with his big skull XD

just after emma boops his nose and just before she's bitten

i apologize in advance if i end up taking this lighthearted piece in the angstier direction i just thought of. i might, i might not.

"doubt thou the stars are fire // doubt that the sun doth move // doubt truth to be a liar // but never doubt that i love (you)" x gilbert (or whoever you feel fits this best)

-revassierum

A/N: Gilbert won the poll so the first fic belongs to him.

This is the fic that comes before this one but I think that you can read this on its own.

Gilbert x Reader

WC: 2.3k

Full quote:

"Doubt thou the stars are fire; doubt that the sun doth move; doubt truth to be a liar; but never doubt I love you. I love thee, I love but thee with a love that shall not die. Till the sun grows cold and the stars grow old. -William Shakespeare, Hamlet, Act II, Scene II

His knuckles, hidden under his black leather gloves, are white as he grasps the cold gray parapet. His eye, red as a hellish comet streaking across a midnight sky, surveys the shapes he can make out below, the ones revealed by the twin luminance of moonlight and torches: the shadowy lines of the encampment tents in front of the castle; light winking weakly off the metal of soldiers’ helmets as they move around. Beyond them the ribbon of pale gray road that disappears into the imposing darkness of the treeline, so dark it drinks in all the light without leaving a single drop.

The road holds his gaze, has every ounce of his attention so thoroughly that he doesn’t react to the man who joins him, the one who is silent as he stares at Gilbert, his expression as stoic as the stone Gilbert’s gloves are so tightly clenching. 

After a moment, he speaks.

“Yes, Doctor?”

Walter reaches up, adjusting his glasses.

“The night is chilled. You should be abed, resting for what is to come.”

Few people in the world can speak to Gilbert in such a way, telling him what he should be doing. But Walter is one of them. The man who carries the weight of Obsidian on his broad shoulders doesn’t answer his physician but the tightness of his jawline is enough of a sign that he has heard.

Walter finally turns his head, his pale gaze following Gilbert’s line of sight until he too is looking at the place where the road vanishes into black forest. He remembers a whispered conversation with Roderich, hushed and hurried, quick as a sparrow nervously jumping from branch to branch lest it be snapped up by the jaws of some far-quicker predator.

“If I may speak freely….”

Gilbert waves a hand. “As if that would be something new.” Though there is a faint glimmer of humor in his voice, his gaze is as intensely focused as ever and he does not glance at the doctor.

“You sent her away. Quite….forcefully, if I recall the story.”

That gets his attention. He turns away, a movement as quick and sleek as silvery clouds sliding across the face of the moon.

Walter knows him well enough to read his face. He sees the miniscule flash of surprise in the depths of his crimson eye, the slight drawing of his shoulders. Anyone else would think Gilbert had no reaction. The doctor knows that this particular subject has just set off a cascade of emotion within the Obsidian leader.

“I won’t ask how you know this or else I would be forced to deprive Obsidian of its best healer.” Annoyance lines his words as he turns back to the parapet, as if he cannot help himself, as if staring at the line between the encampment and the forest is necessary. Agitation dances across the tight line of his shoulders, the straight rod of his back.

Walter clears his throat, stifling the urge to place a hand on Gilbert’s arm. 

“Rhodolite may be the enemy. But it is where she is safest.”

His statement is met with silence, as cool as the night breeze winding its way across the battlement, Gilbert’s black cloak dancing in its wake.

“I’ve taken my tonic. I believe your presence is no longer required tonight, Doctor.”

The dismissal doesn’t bother Walter. He knows Gilbert has heard him. His dark head bows in deference.

“Gute Nacht,” he murmurs, casting one last look at the man whose life he is charged with keeping safe. He may be responsible for Gilbert's body but there is no doubt that his heart is within someone else’s hands.

Gilbert waits until the doctor’s footsteps fade into the other sounds of nighttime, the ebbing murmur of his soldiers as they retire for the evening, the faint clanking of armor as guards patrol the grounds, the lone, mournful hoot of an owl. Only when he is certain he is alone does he allow his head to drop, eye closing for a brief moment.

There is little that escapes Gilbert von Obsidian. He is three steps ahead of everyone, always, the human mind a complicated puzzle he is adept at solving. And yet, when he sent you away from his tent, you with your starlight tears and petal-soft mouth, when he watched you flee, eyes as wild as a fearful rabbit, when he told you to return home to your roses and your pale-haired king…..he was not entirely certain you would listen.

The doctor is right. It was the more rational choice. But it was not the one that his heart wanted, the one it is still screaming for. You belong with him. You should be his. 

He has tasted you, knows the sound of his name when it escapes your lips on a wavering sigh of want. His teeth have sunk into the soft skin of your shoulder, his tongue has traced the line of your neck. He has felt the waves of desire as they ripple through your veins, all because of him. All for him. It is all he has wanted for so very long, all that has consumed him….

And yet he had smiled, sharp as the edge of his sword, and told you to run. Sent you away even as your scent of lavender and roses lingered in his tent, settled across his black mantle like a ghost unable to find peace.

What is he even looking for, out here in the night, as the tents darken one by one like candles blown out by the wind. You are halfway back to your kingdom of roses. You chose home and you chose Chevalier.

So why can’t he tear his gaze away from the darkening road?

It becomes a phantom as the torchlight dims and the moon excuses herself, stepping behind a barricade of clouds. And still he lingers, even as the night air turns cold and unwelcoming, and he feels his muscles contracting in response, struggling to support the cry of his heart to stay….just in case.

Teeth clenched like a beast on the edge of growling, he is about to turn and head inside when he sees it. A shadowy shape bursting out of the black treeline, a spectral horse and rider charging down the ribbon of road. 

And he knows.

The castle walls blur as he flies down the spiral stone steps, down down down and then out, past the startled guards. He is a tiger honed in on its prey, eyes flashing with resolve and hunger. 

You’re already off your horse, speaking in that voice to a soldier with his sword raised in your direction. You are, after all, a stranger who has just flown into their camp like a banshee.

When he arrives at the scene, the soldier immediately lowers his sword and drops to one knee. Gilbert does not hear any of his stammered words. Instead he reaches out, his gloved fingers closing around your wrist as he pulls you towards the nearest tent.

“Raus,” he orders the soldier who was just getting ready to bed down for the night. The word is iron, undeniable and final. The man gathers his things quicker than he ever has before in his life and exits, the tent flap falling closed behind him with a soft whooshing sound.

It is a simple foot soldier’s dwelling with an oil lantern still burning next to the untouched bedroll. The wan light throws your shadows across the thick canvas walls, moving like images inside a zoetrope. 

Gilbert is breathing hard, his chest rising and falling as he struggles to catch his breath, but there is nothing unsteady about the way his eye, the color of wine in moonlight, is fixed on you. With trembling hands you push back the hood of your cloak, white with small red roses embroidered along the hem like drops of blood. Your cheeks are flushed with the urgency and speed of your ride. Your skirts and boots are splattered with mud.

“I know….you warned me to go and I started to.” Your voice is airy but uncontrolled, a tornado forcing its way past your throat. “I got just past the border and stopped at a tavern to rest the horse. Rhodolite soldiers were there, several tankards in, and they were bragging…they’re coming, Gilbert. At first dawn they’ll be here.”

You step forward, your hands reaching to gather the soft folds of his black cloak, fingers curling into it as it could steady you, a bulwark against the storm of information you need to tell him.

“They have weapons. They intercepted an Obsidian transport and they have guns.” He hasn’t said a word yet, hasn’t had a chance in the face of all the words you’re hurling at him but now you pause, searching his face. “Gilbert, did you hear me? They have-”

He finally moves, twisting his leather glove off his hand and tossing it aside fecklessly. The next thing you feel is the cool touch of his palm against your cheek, his fingers curling to cup your face.

“You’re here.” 

The words are husky, maybe because he is still catching his breath. Maybe because he can’t believe it.  Or maybe because he can and he’s basking in the confirmation of his prediction.

“I…..” You need him to understand the urgency of what you are telling him and yet his hand feels so good. The last time he touched you that hand was at your throat. Now it is cradling your face with a gentleness just as dangerous.

Your words drop to a whisper. “Gilbert…..they’re coming and they–” And then, as he raises his other hand to his lips, biting into the tip of his glove and removing it with his teeth, the truth hits you like an avalanche careening down a mountain. The encampment here. Gilbert occupying a castle so close to the border and not heading home.

“You already knew.”

And now he’s holding your face in both hands, the coolness of his skin paradoxically sending waves of something unbearably hot through your limbs. 

“But you didn’t. And you came back, risking everything to tell me.”

The world begins and ends in the red of his eye, the fall of dark hair across his pale forehead. Something inside you breaks, shatters like stained glass struck by stone. You reach up, curling your hands around his wrists.

“I….I couldn’t live with the thought that something could happen to you….I couldn’t live with myself if I didn’t try to stop it, even if it meant-”

The rest is stopped by the savage press of his mouth against yours. He will not even allow you to finish that sentence. The grip of his hands tightens as he hungrily swallows any other words you wanted to say, as he drinks deeply from the gasps of your lungs and the moans of your throat. Over and over he devours you while still holding you between his hands, your own having gone slack at the very first kiss.

He kisses you until your lips ache from the crush of his mouth, the sting of his teeth. Your tongue is full of him, the rich, cool taste of him. It is the sweetest nectar, ambrosia as heady as the starlit sky. It leaves you spinning with satisfaction, dizzy with content. And yet, it leaves you parched, always seeking more and more and more of him as the hot winds of desire blow through your veins.

Gilbert is the one to break away, to gasp a lungful of air, feeling the absence of your lips as keenly as any ache. His eye burns like a singular star, swallowing up the darkness.

“Retreat to the castle.” His hands roam your body as he speaks the order, as if he can’t help but touch you even as he demands you to leave him. “The cellar is safeguarded. My men will go with you-”

You shake your head vehemently, capturing his hands in yours, holding them hostage in your own tight grip.

"I have turned against my country for you. I was ready to face whatever hell awaited me here if it meant keeping you safe.” Your voice is low, trembling as it skirts the bedrock of emotion in your chest. “I'm damn well not leaving your side now."

He recognizes a mind as sharp as his own, a will as iron. As much as he has craved your gentle heart, your kind spirit, those soft, beautiful parts of you, he is equally as drawn to the steel in your nerves, the forge of determination in your bright eyes.

He could have you sent away, dragged by his soldiers down to the underbelly of the castle where you would be safe. But as he reaches up, cradling the nape of your neck with one hand, he realizes you are right. After all, who could protect you as well as him? Who but him would trample the world for you? Would set the night ablaze before allowing anyone or anything to harm you?

One arm winds its way around your waist and pulls you close. He leans down, his lips brushing the sensitive shell of your ear. His voice is hushed, but rough, gravelly with emotion.

"When all this is over, my brave Häschen, I will reward you.” He catches your earlobe between his white teeth, his heart fluttering at your gasp. “Over and over until your voice is hoarse with the sound of my name." 

There is no time to catch the breath his words have robbed you off. The distant warning of cannon fire fills the night and the encampment is coming awake, following the carefully laid-out plan in preparation for what is coming.

“Come.” And with your fingers linked with his, you step out of the tent together, into the foreboding night.

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