I Needed To Reblog For The Pun

I needed to reblog for the pun😂😂😂😌❤🌹

Thank you so much Scorchie 🥺💖

🌹⚔Cyril Rose⚔🌹

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

Ikemen Prince Act 3

Note: This is a very rough translation. (I'm trying to translate this while I'm working xD) will edit it later (if needed)

// : alternate translation

"As you know,"

"Recently, the three countries of Tanzanite, Acroite, and Ruby formed an alliance."

"There are so many puzzling things about the purpose and the circumstances." // "There are too many unclear points about the purpose and history."

"If left unchecked, it will eventually dominate the entire continent." // "If left unattended, it will eventually spread throughout the continent."

Could it be a new threat?

"You want to talk about joining forces with Rhodolite, right?"

"Yes,"

"I want to be your friend."

"I don't trust you."

"I'm sure you guys have a bad feeling about this."

"一The day is near when a peaceful life will be shattered."

Pssst, I'm dropping by to ask: when you can, could you do a kiss fic for the sweet, capricious cat Yves Kloss? 😽💖 Thank you ahead darling~

A/N: The final prince suitor to get a kiss fic! (There are still plenty of vamp guys to go)

If you want to see more of the Prince suitors, you can request them for my new series: Afterglow. Requests for this series are always open!

Yves x Reader

Word Count: 600

He slinks into your bedroom, quiet as a cat, afraid to wake you. You, however, have been up and waiting for him. When he notices that you are not sleeping, he launches into a story about cupcakes that would not rise, berries too soggy to decorate with, and chocolate from a country that is clearly not even fit to be used in batter let alone stand on its own as a treat. You watch him as he fumes, a rogue streak of white flour coloring his cheek, his blue eyes bright as he vents his frustration. He’s already undone his cravat and the first button of his shirt while pacing, still rattling off all the things that made his baking endeavors for tomorrow’s tea such a challenge.

God, you love him when he’s like this.

So caught up is he that he doesn’t notice the way you slide out of bed, fleet-footed, until you are suddenly, shockingly, right in front of him, filling his field of vision with your slow smile, your expression turned-on bright as a flame.

His irritated words trail off as you slide your hands over his shoulders, then inwards. You lean forward, placing a chaste kiss to his cheek, nimble fingers working until the next button of his shirt opens. Yves has gone still, a feline frozen as it assesses a situation it is unsure of. Are you….? Do you want……? You drag your lips down his cheek and stop at the corner of his delectable lips, another button popping open.

Oh…..oh you do…..

“Thank you,” you murmur, the words warm as they brush his skin with heated breath.

Another button opens.

The tea party he has worked so hard for is for you, a celebration of your anniversary at the palace, and he has thrown himself completely into making it absolutely perfect. Because it is for you and you deserve nothing less than perfection.

Another button opens and you can trail the tips of your fingernails over the sensitive skin of his exposed chest. “Thank you,” you repeat before finally kissing him.

He is frozen no longer, your kiss unlocking him as he wraps his arms around you and pulls you tightly against him even as he feels his cheeks grow warm. He tastes sweeter than any confection, his mouth opening at your will, responding immediately to the prodding of your tongue. Your fingers continue on their quest until his shirt is open and pushed off his shoulders, floating to the carpet like a sail in gentle winds. You plunder his mouth, greedy hands sliding over the soft, pale skin of his back. You want him exposed to you, open to your touch and your desire. He allows you to guide him, his bare back hitting the soft bed, his body pinned underneath yours. His cheeks are flushed and you pause for just a moment as the fires of want blaze around you to tenderly wipe the white streak of flour off of his pink cheek. Your expression is soft and in your bright gaze, he sees the love you have for him, all of him, regardless of his background, regardless of his thorny temperament. And he loves you back, with every fiber of his being.

His lips part and you lean down, your body pressing his into the bedding, your mouth accepting his invitation. Tonight you will indulge yourself in all that is Yves, from his sweet kisses to his delicious gasps of pleasure to the enticing feel of his skin against yours.

And you will enjoy every moment of it.

Tagging: @aquagirl1978 @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @ikemen-writer @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

My queen!

For the Snapshots of Spring, may I please request Silvio with number 8, fluff? ❤️❤️❤️

A/N: Here you are @ikemen-writer 💜

Silvio x f! reader

A part of the Spring Flowers Spring Showers CCC hosted by @aquagirl1978 and myself!

WC: 913

Curled up in a soft, white leather armchair, you sigh happily as you turn the page of one of the books you have discovered in the royal library here in Benitoite. So many books you've never read, so many worlds to discover. And when you raise your gaze, you’re greeted by a sight that remains simply breathtaking: the wide, alabaster expanse of the palace terrace, the bright blue of the twin pools, and further on, the darker navy of the white-capped ocean, eternally waving to you in greeting.

And then you notice something else. The small dark dots breaking out across the white stone of the terrace, the tiny drops of water plucking at the surface of the pools. Somewhere over the course of several chapters, the cornflower blue sky with its peppering of white clouds has darkened to a pale sheet of slate gray. It’s started sprinkling and instead of your heart sinking beneath the rainfall, it’s buoyed, lifting your lips in a smile bright as sunshine. Your book is abandoned as you jump up from the plush armchair.

“Signora.” Silvio’s attendant Carlo suddenly looks concerned as you head toward the wide double doors that lead outside. “Where are you going? His Highness should be back from his meeting any moment.”

You look over your shoulder, still smiling. “I’ve read that the rain in Benitoite is warm. I’ve been looking forward to finding out if it’s true!” Before he can stop you, you slide open the doors and excitedly step outside, into the now steadily-falling rain. A gasp escapes you at the soft feel of the water kissing your skin, dropping and sinking into the cotton of your dress, soaking into the strands of your hair. It isn’t warm exactly, but it certainly feels better than the cold rain that falls across Rhodolite, the kind that nips at your skin with sharp, chilled teeth. You’re so enchanted that you don’t hear the commotion from inside, the shouting delivered in the rapid-fire native language of the land you are currently so admiring. It’s only a few minutes later when you hear your name bellowed like a blast of hot air by an angry prince as he stalks toward you through the rain bearing an oversized, cotton towel.

“Are you fucking stupid? What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Silvio looks like a big, wet, angry feline as he approaches you, all coiled energy and springy steps, his cheeks high with color. He throws the now damp towel over your head. “You could get sick! Anyone with half a brain knows not to go walkin’ ‘round in the goddamn rain!”

You yank the towel off your head, unknowingly musing your hair in a way that looks so artfully disheveled, so complimentary to the face he has grown so unexpectedly fond of. The blush of pink across his cheeks brightens unwillingly. 

Ignoring his admonishments, you throw your arms out, tipping your face upwards as the towel falls from your fingers, sad in its sodden uselessness.

“It feels so good!” 

His jaw clenches. The woman standing before him, the one stretching herself wide as if embracing the rain and sky, is unaware of how her clothing is now coquettishly clinging to all her soft lines and rounded curves, maddeningly transparent in places, and triggering a wash of heat across his body so overwhelming, he’s surprised the rain doesn’t just evaporate upon touching his skin.

Flustered, he reaches out to take your hand, pulling you toward him with the intention of dragging you back inside. But one touch is all it takes for you to look back to him, through the veil of rain, and recognize the look in his eyes, the blue of the hidden sky, burning with twin meteors of frustration and desire. 

“So fucking stupid,” he rasps, the words barely managing to slink past his lips, his throat tight and tangled with emotion because you….Dio, you’re smiling at him, turning the tables as you tighten your grip on his hand, the one he originally grabbed, and pull this beautiful, rain-drenched thornbush of a prince towards you. And then you’re pressing your body, that body that looks like a marbled museum centerpiece, against him, proving you are indeed flesh and blood and heat. Your hands slide over the sharp planes of his cheeks, holding him as you press your lips to his, your mouth alive and eager. He tastes like rainwater and decadence. The tang of the ocean, the richness of expensive chocolate. His hands slide over you, around you, ringed fingers curling possessively into the softness of your hips as he answers your esurient kisses.

You hear the sound that escapes you even over the soft drumbeat of rain, the sensuality of a sigh wrapped in lambent desire, skirting the edge of a wanton moan. And you feel the way he smiles, the cocky curve of his lips still pressed against yours.

“Guess this feels good too, huh?”

You want to throw him headfirst into the ocean. 

You want to throw him straight down onto the terrace and ravish him. 

You settle for pulling away, blinking against the soft kisses of rain, the caresses it leaves on your skin as the drops slide down your flushed face, your sensitive neck.

“Maybe you're right." Your voice is glowing with how much you want him. "It’d be better if we went inside. And you warmed me up.”

His eyes flash, brighter than lightning, a wolf's hungry, gleaming gaze in the gray of a misty wood.

It's your turn to smile.

Tagging: @alixennial @alexxavicry @queengiuliettafirstlady @rhodolitesrose @bellerose-arcana @thewitchofbooks @redheadkittys @dear-mrs-otome @firestar-otomeobsessed @curious-skybunny @kpop-and-otome @writingwhimsey @mxrmaid-poet @silver-dahlia @wendolrea @otomefoxystar @nightfoxqueen @myonlyjknight @queen-dahlia @aceuuuuu @scorchieart @bubblexly

🌹⚔Cyril Rose⚔🌹