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Yanno what. I think I wanna tease him a lil today. Gilbert. 18.

(Best wishes and congratulations, your grace~💜 pff okay that was cheesy. But i have more. You are a beacon of light in this fandom and an inspiration)

Love, V <3

A/N: here you go @vioisgoinginsane !! I💜 you to the moon and back.

Gilbert x reader; (obviously not canon)

Word Count: 1010

You’re waiting in his study. Surrounded by the dark wooden bookshelves filled to the brim with thick, leather-bound tomes on every subject under the sun, from romantic poetry to geographical histories to religious treatises, you sit comfortably in his heavy wooden chair, its soft, black leather padding reminding you of the gloves he always wears. You recall the feel of them on the slope of your cheek, the way he trailed the back of his fingers down it slowly, a whisper of a touch. His smile never faltered as he told you he had business to take care of and you were to stay put, stay safe within the thick walls of the castle until he returned. He’s come and gone before, leaving you several times since bringing you to Obsidian, but there was something in his eye, a flickering within its scarlet depths, a shadow dancing on the curve of his ever-present smile. Something about this parting was different….and when you asked him where he was going, he merely tapped the tip of your nose and said it wasn’t a concern for tender-hearted rabbits.

But you are no rabbit, content to sit in your hutch and tremble.

You have grown accustomed to Obsidian, and to Gilbert, to living in the castle, to the ways of its staff.

And you have made friends here.

You watched through the high arched window as he took his leave, sitting high atop his midnight-colored destrier, painted in the faded lavender beauty of twilight. You followed him with an unwavering gaze until he disappeared through the castle gates and could be seen no more. And then you turned, light-footed, and made your way to the one person who would know what was truly going on.

And now your gaze is on the study door when its golden handle finally dips and it is opened slowly by a leather-clad hand, now flecked with tiny red dots, imperceptible in the pallid wash of moonlight that falls through the study window. He moves, silent as a shadow, not expecting the soft yellow glow of your oil lamp or the sudden shadow that stretches across the lush carpeting to meet him as you rise to your feet. 

You’ve taken him by surprise, a rare feat. His face betrays him in the momentary parting of his sculpted lips, the rise of his dark brow. It is only temporary, the mask of genteel neutrality sliding back into place as he collects himself but you find a spark of courage in that split-second of the unexpected.

“It is a very late hour indeed for you to be hopping about, Häschen.” He leans his cane against the side of the nearest bookshelf, head tilted as he takes you in. You are in the same clothing as when he left. You have not gone to bed. Why did you wait all these hours? Were you….concerned for him? The very thought sends an unaccustomed warmth rippling through his veins. 

The lateness of the hour, the stillness in his body as he watches you, the uncertainty he is trying to hide. You feel it all, deep in your bones and are bolstered, your heart growing bolder with each passing second. Your steps are silent as you make your way towards him, the sound swallowed by the thick carpeting over the stone floor, by the shadows of the room. You stop in front of Gilbert, tilting your face up in order to look into his eye, now dark as claret. Your hand rises and the back of your fingers touch the cool skin of his cheek. 

He does not move. He barely breathes because this is the first time you are touching him like this, as if he is something precious, something delicate that must be handled with care. It is, in fact, the first time anyone has ever touched him like this at all.

Your fingers reach his neck and shift, turning, your warm palm pressed against his jugular, his heartbeat cupped in the palm of your hand, your fingers wrapping around the curve of his neck. His aide Walter’s words echo in your mind. 

The Prince has gone to exact justice on men who have wronged Obsidian. Rhodolite men who had stolen something invaluable. Not jewels or gold or weapons. No. They had stolen seeds that would grow in Obsidian’s dismal climate, that would feed its hungry people. Rare seeds from a far-away land that had taken Gilbert months of planning to accrue. Seeds that the men had simply destroyed without orders because they believed anything that benefitted Obsidian must be a threat.

And even you, with your gentle heart, could understand the Prince of Obsidian’s need for justice, his rage at the loss of something that could save his people, his fury at their pain. You felt it too, the injustice of it, the scorching anger that swept through you as Walter bowed his curly head and spoke, voice low, words heavy.

And your admiration for Gilbert burst into a flame that still burns as you stare up into a face so beautiful it feels like looking into the face of some celestial creature, a child of blood and moonlight, kissed by the stars. You rise onto the tips of your toes and press your lips to the corner of his mouth where you stay for the span of a heartbeat.

One.

Two. 

When you lower yourself back down to earth, something has changed. The world is not quite what it was mere seconds before. Gilbert is uncharacteristically silent, his eye a glittering gemstone as it searches your face. You feel a sudden heat sting your cheeks and your heart is hammering so loudly in your chest it’s a wonder he doesn’t hear it. Overwhelmed by your sudden boldness, you murmur good night and leave the study with the cool taste of his skin burned into your lips.

Now alone, Gilbert draws a tremulous breath, removing one blood-flecked leather glove and then slowly raises his bare fingers to the corner of his mouth, pressing them there, where the ghost of your kiss still lingers.

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