Violet, That Was So Beautiful And Poetic!! In Silvio's, You Didn't Only Describe A Kiss, But A Whole

Violet, that was so beautiful and poetic!! In Silvio's, you didn't only describe a kiss, but a whole tales and legends of the darkness that lurks in the depths of Benitoite. Silvio hesitation was so accurate and him not knowing what to do first thing when he is woken up feels so real!

Keith's was so sweet! His lover anticipating his return for so long (or that was how she saw it), to the point of hoping (it sounds like an adorable rabbit🥺) towards the entrance of the castle! Their need for each other just makes it saccharine sweet!

Gilbert's is very precious, yet bittersweet🥺 The feelings of his lover much have been on his mind and him making something for her, to remember her hometown, to make sure she doesn't regret it even? Is splendid 🥺! Your writing puts a charm to the imagination, the images are so clear and vivid (even in the dull Obsidian). The candied kiss shared between the two is definitely enchanting! Thank you very much for writing this! I'm looking forward to your works🥺💖

please may i ask for 3 different types of kisses with the 3 new princes

A/N: This is an older request. Sorry anon that it took so long! Thank you for your patience 💜

all the princes are with a f!reader

Word Count: 1618

These are long so the writing is posted below 💋

Silvio: Comforting Kiss

A dream of drowning in rushing black water has you waking with a strangled gasp. You swallow lungfuls of air too quickly, your heart racing like a swimmer stretching for the choppy surface. Your muscles ache and your forehead is damp, not with ocean water, but sweat. A shudder shakes you further and you whimper, the sound soft and sad.

He sits up slowly, pushing his seafoam hair out of his face, your gasping breaths having cut through his sleep like a burning blade. In the dim light of the bedroom, he can see the way your knees are hugged up against your chest, the tremble in your body as you struggle to regain control, to shake the last clinging drops of the horrific dream off. His hand rises and hovers just a moment above your back, split-second uncertainty paralyzing it. Then, slowly, he lowers it, pushing through the haze of leftover sleep and hesitation, and begins rubbing the space between your shoulders. The small, comforting circles his palm makes are gentle for a man often associated with brusqueness. He waits until he feels your breath entering and exiting steadily, then asks you what happened.

He is quiet, his hand now still as he listens to you recount your nightmare. He may be impatient but not with you. And he understands the fear you felt because Silvio is a man of Benitoite. He respects the sea. He knows its power. It is woven through the fabric of every folk song, every cautioning fairy tale.

Your words run out and you sigh heavily as you turn your face away from him, now embarrassed at the visceral reaction you had to something born of your own mind. A frown crosses his face and his other hand is on your chin, turning you back to him, his body knowing what to do even if his mind is a few steps behind.

He leans down, gathering you to him and kisses you gently, a kiss that grounds you, reminds you that you are safe with him, in your own bed, in the solid castle of his arms. He may not be good with words, your Silvio, but in his kiss you can feel them. I love you. I am here for you. I always will be.

Keith: Heated Kiss

He has been away for days on diplomatic business. And even though you weren’t moping around, wilting across seating furniture like some lovestruck lady in a bad romance novel, you did miss him fiercely. So much so that when you heard the servants calling that the Prince was home, you let the heavy, beaded gown you were trying on fall to the carpet with a breathy whoosh. 

In your rush out the door, you grab your dressing robe which is haphazardly tied over your shift as you fly down the hallway, wings on your stockinged feet, heart buzzing with excitement. Several servants leap out of the way, then smile at the genuine but hurried apology you toss over your shoulder. You hop around a corner and then reach the white wooden banister from which you can see the large palace foyer.

Keith is standing there, speaking with his butler, still in the stately white and gold of his travel cloak. Your heart stumbles onwards, thumping against your breastbone, willing you to move. He glances up, as if sensing you there, and he smiles, his face lighting up with joy.

You grab the hem of your robe and continue your flight down the wide stairs, rushing ever faster as he moves towards you and you leap from the bottom step straight into his arms. The butler discreetly steps to the side, motioning for the others to leave you. You barely notice the servants dispersing like dust as you hug him with all your strength, your face buried in the side of his neck. He smells like sunshine and travel and the faint scent of the tea he loves so much, black flavored with oil of bergamot.

He sets you down, your feet dropping slowly to the cold tiled floor. But before he can straighten up, you throw your arms around his neck again, holding him in place and surge up to kiss him. 

He hesitates. You are in the foyer of the palace after all and there are curious eyes everywhere. But you are insistent, whispering between kisses how much you missed him, how often you dreamt of his return, of feeling him in your arms again, how much you need him right now. And while he is a gentleman, Keith is also simply a man. And the woman he loves and has missed desperately and desires more than anything has her mouth pressed to his while she whispers sweet, ardent nothings to him. Your voice is low, only for his ears, and the words you are brushing against his lips are sinking in, stoking a fire that began smoldering the moment he saw you at the top of the stairs.

The gentleman concedes. 

Without hesitation, he lifts you into the cradle of his arms and walks with purposeful steps down a hallway to the right. Your body feels warm, feverish with anticipation as he kicks open the door to one of the downstairs guest chambers, the closest possible bed. 

Any curious gaze following you both sees the way he lowers you the moment he crosses the threshold, his white-gloved hands immediately pulling on the ties of your robe as his own cloak falls to the carpet. Curious ears hear the low, almost impatient growl that escapes the usually gentle prince as he captures your mouth in a heated, hungry kiss. And then every intriguing bit of it is blocked by the heavy slam of the guest chamber door, courtesy of the prince’s booted kick.

Gilbert: Romantic Kiss

You will always love the feel of Gilbert’s leather gloves. They are soft, supple and black enough that they seem to drink light in by the mouthful. Right now that dark, soft leather is gripping your hand tightly as he leads you down a narrow dirt path that runs along the back of the residence you are staying in. Puffs of dust are brought to life by your footsteps, dirtying the hem of your skirt and dulling the shine of his boots. This is a path not used often.

He’s leading you to the small greenhouse on his property, a small, derelict glass building in desperate need of repair. When you had first arrived and asked him about restoring it, he had shrugged, one shoulder lifting in a gesture that seemed to say “perhaps”. And then other matters had risen, the drums of war thundering in the distance, overshadowing the tiny, neglected greenhouse and it was never mentioned again. You had assumed he had simply decided it was not important.

He stops walking, turning to face you, his eye bright with excitement. “Allow me.” He reaches up and that soft leather now covers your eyes, shutting out the world. One strong hand on your lower back guides you forward, slower now. He warns you to tread carefully.

The first thing that hits you is the scent. It smells the way you imagine the color green would: like petrichor, like dirt, like something faintly floral and sweet. He walks you a few more steps and then removes his hand. You’re greeted by rows of young potted plants, hanging ivy as far as the eye can see, and a greenhouse without panels of broken glass, jagged and unwelcoming. It is a small green paradise within the dusty land that is Obsidian. You had mentioned once, shortly after leaving your home country to be with him, how you missed the gardens of Rhodolite. He had simply smiled and said nothing in response. You thought he did not want to hear about the things you had given up to be here. And so you never mentioned them again.

You’re taking it all in….And then you notice it. On the metal table in front of you, a black pot with a small, thorny shrub covered in miniature red roses, tiny replicas of the ones you had loved in the palace gardens. You turn to him, lips parted in surprise. “You hate roses,” you say, your voice soft and questioning.

“You don’t,” he answers. Those words settle into the center of your heart, warmth blossoming from them. He understood the Heimweh, the homesickness you felt, and that it could live alongside the love you had for him, neither one overshadowing the other. 

You can’t help the way your eyes fill with tears. Your gaze drops as you try to stop them but then you feel the cool touch of his bare hand on your cheek. He’s removed his gloves to touch you, laying them on the table as he steps closer. His expression is full of tenderness and your last thought as he closes the distance between you is how his eye is your favorite shade of red.

His hands cradle your face and his lips find yours. His kiss is soft, cool as a misty morning before the world wakes, when shadows and the last vestiges of moonlight still reign. His mouth moves over yours, speaking without words of love and devotion. Of understanding and acceptance. You sigh into his kiss and he drinks it in, sweeter than mana. 

“Thank you,” you whisper, your lips still touching his. You feel his smile and it sends another wave of warmth through you. 

His head tilts to one side, his lips never losing contact with yours. “Bitteschön, meine Liebe,” he murmurs, his lips brushing yours with every word. “Bitteschön.”

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𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐘𝐨𝐮

Pairing: Gilbert von Obsidian x f!Reader

My contribution for Pumpkins & Fireplaces 2022 hosted by @chaosangel767 ♡

Prompts: “Here take my jacket” Warnings: pure fluff, not beta-read, bad English, expect grammatical errors. Words: 2367. longest fic I have ever written for Gil ♡o(╥﹏╥)o ♥♡

Fall is your most favorite season. The hue of leaves turning into red, orange, and brown. It was the season of giving out sweets to everyone. And if you run out of sweets, there are always tricks.

You hummed to yourself as you decorated the treats on the table. Sweet smell wafting through the air. As if you're luring anyone with a sweet tooth into the kitchen where you're busy making sweets for the children.… As well as for him…

He usually requests that you make him sweets all the time. However, you want to make the sweets for him this time without him asking you. It's been a while since you've spent most of your time with the Obsidian Prince. Gilbert is always waiting for you, whether it's on your days off or even after your lessons with Sariel, asking you to make him some sweets and have some tea as you chat with him about how your day went or how your studies are going. When he is with you, he is quite talkative, whether the topic is about books, your culture, or even his country.

You even remembered how frightened you were of him before. The Obsidian Prince, a symbol of fear, is right in front of you. Warnings from the princes and Sariel are still ringing in your ears not to let your guard down while you're with him. They say he's a genius at manipulating people and turning them into his puppets. You are aware of this, yet a part of you is stubbornly ignoring the warnings.

He once told you that he will protect you, and he kept his word. He was always like this. He never let anyone hurt you. His reason? You are his prey, and he is the only one who's allowed to hurt you.

Even though you are being avoided by the palace servants, that's your least concern now. As long as you spend your time with him and see his smile.

Your lips curved upward as you remembered asking him the previous day if he'd like to go with you to the town tomorrow…

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“Would you like to go to town with me tomorrow afternoon?” You asked abruptly. His mouth was slightly parted, and his eye was wide open. Staring at you, obviously with what and why questions. His reaction is so adorable that you want to pinch his cheeks and bite him as payback for biting your fingers or ear shell, but you brush those thoughts away as you continue. “I'm not sure if you've heard, but there's been a Halloween event in town since the other day.”

He composed himself before speaking. “Dare I ask as to why you are asking me to go with you?”

"Because I'm your host," you reasoned. True, he wanted you to be his host. It's not a lie, but the main reason is, you just want to be with him outside the palace. “If you're not busy, I'd like to take you around town during this Halloween festival.”

He tilted his head slightly, a rose-red eye staring at you, and you know he's attempting to read your mind. You stared back at him, hiding your other reason as to why you are inviting him to go to the festival. “You're stupid for inviting a beast outside the palace walls, where there's clearly no one to come and rescue you from me.”

“I’m aware of that.”

He may say threatening words but his eye tell otherwise. Some of his words and actions were harsh. But you knew him from all of your moments with him. Despite calling you stupid, his eye sparkled. He always drags you along, whether it's just a simple walk or some business matters in Rhodolite; if you ask him why, he says it's because it's lonely to be alone.

You understand that. Keith has his butler, and Silvio is either drinking with Jin or out of the palace dealing with other business. Gilbert, on the other hand, has no one on his side. The Rhodolite princes are avoiding him, and even Clavis, whom he also called Gilbert as his ‘friend’, is trying to end their conversation right away. In your country, the 'enemy prince' is truly alone.

However, there are times he’s kind and sweet to you even after scaring you. Maybe he just wants to see how long you can stand and face a dangerous person like him. And you accepted this challenge. Not backing down no matter what. You're determined to learn more about him. What made him this way? After all, ‘villains are made, and not born’. It is the cruel world that has made him into who he is now.

“I’m looking forward to it then.” Gilbert smiled. The smile that he only shows you. And you can see the happiness from his eye.

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A stinging pain on your helix cut off your reminiscing as you noticed he was behind you. As if a flashback of your conversation summoned him. You frowned as you faced Gilbert, who was smiling as usual. “You prepared a lot of sweets today, but most of them were apple tarts.”

“Ah yes. It’s… For the others.”

“Oh? Nothing for me?” Gilbert pouted at you.

“Of course I made some sweets for you.” You said, turning to get some plates from the cupboard and then putting various sweets in front of him.

His childlike smile always fascinates you everytime you make him food. Before you could even begin to pack the sweets, he grabbed your hand and brought it to his mouth.

“IF you bit me one more time I will never cook anything for you and I will never talk to you ever again!”

Both of you were astonished. Your heart began to race. It wasn't your intention to raise your voice at him; it's just that when he bites you, it hurts.

Gilbert lets go of your hand and without saying a word, he starts stuffing his cheeks with the sweets you made. He looks like a puppy that has been scolded by his owner. You feel so bad for what you just did, and decided to apologize to him later.

. . . . . . . . . 

He was done eating by the time you finished placing the sweets in the basket.

“I’ll meet you later in the afternoon. I have an appointment this morning.”

“I’m coming with you.”

“I thought we already agreed–”

“Nope. I said I’m coming with you whether you like it or not.”

You sigh in defeat. He’s really pushy. You give him a nod, and he takes the baskets you're carrying. “Hey, I can carry those–”

“I can’t let a lady carry heavy baskets.” He responded casually, but you can tell he's still sulking by you raising your voice at him. “Let’s go.”

The ride is very silent inside the carriage as you two travel together. Although you're so used to hearing him talk, he's actually very quiet and is gazing out the window. Gilbert isn't even asking you where you're going or for whom you made those treats. Guilt is weighing heavily on your heart.

It made you ponder how you can make up with him. Maybe more sweets? Books? But are those enough? Spend more time with him? He's not even talking to you like he normally does when you're with him.

. . . . . . . . . 

The carriage stopped in front of an orphanage. You volunteered to make some snacks for the children. As you both stepped out of the carriage, a group of kids greeted you with beaming smiles and noticed that you were with someone.

“Who is he?” One of the kids asked you.

“He’s a–”

“I’m her friend. My name is Gil.” The prince introduced himself quickly. 

You were going to say that he is a friend of yours when he abruptly cuts you off. He hasn't spoken to you yet.

Gilbert placed the basket on the nearest table and began his own magic show for the children. They absolutely loved him as he gleefully performed magic tricks with his props that you don’t even know where it came from. Was he already aware that you'll be at the orphanage today?

You sat on the bench with your basket on the table as you watched him. How can a villain like him have a soft spot for the children? His usual smile is not the same as the one he is wearing right now.

His smile is genuine. You realized this because of the days you spent with him, you can tell if he's faking it or not.

. . . . . . . . . 

Gilbert entertained the children by doing magic tricks and reading them fairytale books. In fact, he is exceptionally skilled at taking care of children.

When the house mother called them to take their snacks, the little boy with heterochromia who was sitting on your lap jumped down. You rose up and assisted the house mother in dividing the treats.

The prince assisted you in distributing the sweets to make things go faster, and when you sat down for a little break, the same little boy looked up at the prince with his large eyes, his small arms up in the air. “Up, up!”

He chuckled as he picked up the child and sat him on his lap. The toddler reached up for his eyepatch, but he gently put it down. Before the little boy tries it again, he starts tickling him.

As you watch them, your heart swells. Gilbert playing with the kids is such a rare sight.

Knowing full well that your own heart betrays you for falling in love with an enemy prince after swearing not to.

There is no turning back now.

. . . . . . . . . 

“Prince Gilbert.”

You called him when you finally had some privacy to talk to him. Not even bothering to stop reading the book he was holding, you continued. “Thank you for your help today, and uhm, about what happened this morning, I didn't mean to do that.”

After waiting for a few moments and still no response from him, you spoke again. “Is there anything I could do to make amends with you?”

“You have choices. But the question is, can you do it?”

“I'll do anything as long as it's not weird or perverted…”

He stood up and returned the book to its proper place on the shelf. “Mm-hmm.”

Gilbert left the room without another word, and you followed him to the garden, where he abruptly stopped and you bumped your nose on his back. “Sorry.”

“You said you'd do anything as long as it wasn't weird or perverted.”

“Yes. What is it?”

Gilbert turned to face you and lazily tilted his head a little, and your gaze followed as you noticed the two children not far from where you both were standing. Your eyes were wide open, and you gave him a bewildered look in return.

“Are you serious?”

“Do I look like I’m joking right now?”

You blinked. It’s not even weird or something, rather it is kinda bad… For your heart.

After gathering all your thoughts (and courage), you moved closer to him and encircled your arms around his body, resting your head on his chest, where you could hear his heartbeat. “I’m sorry.”

His body tensed slightly, but then relaxed, and you could almost hear his heart start to beat rapidly. He wrapped his arms around you just as you were ready to let go. As you struggled to free yourself, you heard an almost sinister chuckle.

“Heh. Miss Bunny, you've just stepped right into my trap.”

“Ouch!”

The familiar pain from your helix made you yelp. He bit you again. You were frustrated at him for deceiving you.

“Do you really believe scolding will work on me?” When he finally lets go of you, he's had that smug look on his face.

“It hurts, okay? Will you stop doing that?” You frowned at him and quickly massaged your ear.

“Not gonna happen. I told you before, I like to leave a mark on a girl that I like.” Gilbert is really unreasonable. He keeps biting you whenever he has a chance. “I’m being reasonable here.”

“... What?”

“I know you think I'm unreasonable.” He casually replied as he unbuttoned his military jacket and draped it over your shoulder. “Here, take my jacket.” His gestures left you stunned as you gaze up at him as he adjusts the jacket on your shoulders. “It’s so cold right now.”

The cape on his jacket is heavy, and it is also quite warm. “But you will get cold.” You even pulled the cape over your arm to keep the hem from getting dirty.

“I’ll be fine. Just in case you forgot, I have a low body temperature.” Gilbert looked up at the sky and the sun was about to set. “Let's go back to the palace for now, and we'll go to the festival some other day.”

“Okay. Thank you… Gil.”

He was surprised when you called him by his nickname, then he smiled sweetly at you. “I like it when you call me by my first name. No formalities. Just drop the title completely.” How can you say no to that lovely smile? He has your heart totally wrapped around his fingers.

“Alright. In one condition.” You exhaled, as if he couldn't stop himself from biting you. “Just… Don’t bite me that much, okay?”

Gilbert’s only response to you was a chuckle as he placed his cool gloved-hand on your cheek, thumbs caressed them for a short period of time and pinched your cheek gently.

He may be annoying sometimes for ‘marking' you, but he is also nice.

The most powerful man who is known as a ‘worldwide disaster’ has a soft spot for children. A beast who tramples everything in his path has a gentle side of him. A terrifying prince who is actually a lonely prince who simply wants to have a normal conversation without others being scared of him.

You've already accepted him for who he is. Gilbert is the most wonderful man in the world, and you can't help but fall in love with him.

Tagging: @atelieredux ♡

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please don't repost minors/ageless blogs dni

Obsidianite amour 

…I feel like there is a sudden surge in Gilbert simps these days hehe

Happy Gift Witch Day, Nadia! I wrote you a poem about Sariel!

Sariel

Mystery, cloaked in handsome darkness;

Your curiosity rages,

A fire brighter than any match could light.

His eyes flash with an enigmatic sheen,

You've fallen for the trap of the beast;

You do not object.

OMG FJFNDN THANK YOU SO MUCH 🥺💖💖

This is not only beautiful and poetic, but it also has a touch of the feeling of being all over the place, just like your heart that has been trapped by the beast🥺 It's so well written and I'm thanking you from the bottom of my heart 😭💖💐

I will also send you something as a gift, in the near future, since such gifts are my favourite 🥺Thank you for taking the time💕

Thank you for your sweet words😭🥺💕 I'm really glad you like it! I'll always look forward to what you'll create in the future and I wish for your health and happiness 🥺💖🌹

A small Leon chibi for @violettduchess !! Happy belated birthday to you Violet!!🥺💖🌹 Thank you for everything you've written for the fandoms and for being an amazing person! It's always a pleasure to read whatever you post😌💕

And it's not just talent in writing, you worked hard and all I can see is beautiful words put together, so you deserve to be praised for it🥺💐

A small birthday gift from me, I hope you like it even though it isn't much🙈!! Chibi Leon wishes you happy birthday as well🎊🌹