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(Translation) Gilbert's Beast Manual Case 3: The Correct Way to Love Gilbert

Part 3 of Gilbert's current party event, wherein Emma learns something new about Gilbert.

Spoilers. Yeah this one's just a straight-up translation. Also I read using a translator so expect le errors. Case 1 | Case 2

Gilbert was a fiendishly jealous man—something both he and others attested to.

Not only the men I spoke to, but women and animals as well; they all become the target of his jealousy. The same jealousy across the board.

But lately that hasn't been all.

Gilbert: This tie keeping your hair up, it gets to be with you 24/7, doesn't it?

Gilbert: ...You're so mean for setting me aside. Actually, wouldn't it be better to just wear your hair down?

Gilbert: Your chair here, doesn't it basically get to feel your warmth the entire time you're on it?

Gilbert: I'm going to hold you on my lap because it's kind of pissing me off. Sharing your body heat with a chair is more than it deserves.

Gilbert: This hallway you tread on every day—

Emma: Okay, can you please not be jealous of the literal hallway!?

The more time we spent together, the more the potential targets for his jealousy went up.

I didn't get how he could be so jealous of every little thing.

Because even though I loved Gilbert, jealousy was something I didn't really feel much of.

(Oh...)

Gilbert: —I see. So the first draft's already been submitted. Very good. Very good.

Roderic: It seems that experiencing your wrath this morning made them respond accordingly.

(...Roderic's here)

Having just finished my bath, I quickly hid myself in the shadows.

If I stepped out in the open wearing only my bathrobe over the black negligee Gilbert had made for me, not only would Roderic's life be in danger but mine as well.

(Still... I've never really had a chance to see Gilbert when he speaks to Roderich when I'm not around)

(...I wonder what that vibe is like)

As my curiosity got the better of me and I covertly took a peek...

Gilbert: I'd like for them to submit the draft before it ever gets to that point next time.

Roderic: It's only because nobody can come up with out-of-the-box ideas like you.

Gilbert: They're all conclusions one can arrive at rationally. It's not like I'm making unreasonable demands of anyone.

Gilbert sat at his desk, a serious expression on his face as he moved his quill.

He definitely wasn't smiling like he usually did, but at the same time he didn't seem angry either.

It was an expression I didn't recognize.

Gilbert: ...Also, the draft was poorly-constructed. With this there's too gaps for us to drive that old man into a corner.

Roderic: Then I'll have it returned to you in such a way that we can.

Gilbert: I only appreciate haste. You help them too, Roderic. I'd like to have the contents finalized before our next regular meeting.

Gilbert: If we leave that old man unchecked, he may soon start a losing battle against neighboring countries.

Roderic: ...Understood, sir.

Gilbert: What's the next document?

Roderic: It's here, sir.

Gilbert: ...I know I keep asking, but is there more still?

Roderic: There's a mountain of things I'd like you to look over.

Gilbert: I thought I'd delegated my authority out.

Roderic: This just means that Obsidian needs you.

Gilbert: That's certainly a problem.

Roderic: No, sir, it's not.

Gilbert: ...*sigh* Unless we can get everyone past the idea that failure is some sort of capital crime, won't it be difficult for you and I to manage all this work on our own?

Gilbert: Seems like my presence is a hindrance after all.

Roderic: Please don't say that!

Gilbert: Fine, fine. If you don't like it, then go give out this PSA.

Gilbert: "As long as there's no fraud or corruption at work, I won't kill you over a simple failure. So please rely on your own judgement more."

Roderic: ...Very well, sir.

(So that's the kind of vibe Gilbert has doing official duties when I'm absent)

The atmosphere about him was so serious and earnest that it naturally made me want to stand at attention, and I found myself captivated.

(If he's not smiling, then maybe that's his real expression)

(Gilbert's known Roderic for a long time, so he's able to drop his guard around him)

(...Okay, what's this gloomy feeling I'm having...)

Roderic: ...Sir, let's deal with the rest of this tomorrow.

Gilbert: Hey. You definitely didn't see anything, right?

Roderic: I saw nothing and I noticed nothing.

Gilbert: Is that so? That's fine, then. Thank you for your hard work.

Roderic quickly gathered up his documents and took his leave.

An air of nervousness seemed to cling to him as he made a beeline for the exit, not once looking astray.

The door closed behind him and Gilbert stretched out his arms as if trying to relax.

Gilbert: Now, then, little rabbit.

Emma: ...So you'd noticed me after all.

Gilbert: Well that's a given.

(I'm sorry about the position I put you in, Roderic)

Once he'd beckoned me closer, he prompted me to climb onto his lap.

Emma: Pardon me.

Knowing that my only two choices were to either sit on his lap or be made to sit, I obediently sat down of my own accord.

And Gilbert wrapped his arms around my waist to support me.

Gilbert: You were throwing Roderic such a passionate look.

Emma: I was looking at you!?

Gilbert: He was positioned in the same line of sight.

Gilbert: As you know, you have a very troublesome man on your hands. So you're aware of what you should do at a time like this, right...?

Emma: ......

I placed my hands against Gilbert's cheeks and started kissing him.

I kissed him so much that I began to feel a faint warmth from his cold lips. But when I tried to pull away, Gilbert bit my lip, leaving behind a faint stinging.

(You're still jealous, aren't you?)

Emma: ...Did I interfere with your official duties?

Gilbert: *pouts* Roderic's the one who interfered. Showing up at this hour with documents for review.

Emma: That's probably because you were busy during the day.

Gilbert: *grins* Hehe... I showed you a lot of things I don't like about Obsidian today.

Emma: ...And I want to know about even more of them from now on.

Emma: Because I also want to be able to assist you.

Gilbert: Ahaha, that's reassuring.

(...There are still so many things I don't know about Gilbert and Obsidian...)

(I'm sure some of those things are intentionally being kept hidden from me)

(Things you can talk to Roderic about, but not to me...)

Once again I felt something in my heart falter.

But before I could convince myself that I was just imagining things, Gilbert's cold fingers caressed my cheek.

Gilbert: You're pulling such a long face even though your words are so reassuring,

Emma: ...I wasn't lying.

Gilbert: I know that. So what's eating at you?

(...What's eating at me?)

Emma: ...I can't really put it to words.

Emma: It's just... I'm envious of Roderic.

Emma: He's able to assist you more than me, and knows everything...

(......)

(Oh, this is...)

The moment I realized the true nature of my anxiety, Gilbert broke into a broad smile.

Gilbert: Wow... I'll have to give Roderic a bonus.

Emma: ...I see now. So this what you've been feeling all this time.

(Well no, compared to Gilbert, my 'jealousy' is to a much lesser degree...)

Emma: Hehe... What should I do? I'm really jealous here.

(We match now.)

I wrapped my arms around Gilbert's neck and brought our foreheads together.

Even though it should have been a negative feeling, I felt laughter build up inside me, perhaps because I was one step closer in understanding Gilbert.

Gilbert: Serious jealousy is nothing like that though, you know?

Emma: Are you saying there's more to come?

Gilbert: Yeah. Your jealousy's in the early chapters.

Gilbert: If you love me more and more, you won't be able to contain that kind of adorable jealousy.

Gilbert seemed truly pleased with my jealousy.

And it was precisely because I could sense that feeling that the anxiety in my heart turned into something endearing.

Emma: I'll work diligently then.

(Because I think being jealous is the most correct way to love Gilbert)

Gilbert: Hehe... I can't believe you cheered up this much just from turning into a jealousy fiend.

Gilbert: Taming the conquering beast is difficult, isn't it? But it might be easy for you.

Gilbert: Because I'm so madly in love with you.

------ a/n: I'm sorry for any errors! I mostly just clean up whatever the online translators spit out. Sometimes I get really lazy. Also, I haven't really done a full translation post like this in a while, so I just wanted to mention that I took the formatting and translation style from @/hotaru987 sensei!

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dreamofjoys · 5 days

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I just want to say this:

If there is content you want, or you feel there is something missing, please create it.

I don’t mean this in a no one else will do it for you way but in a there is no way anyone will ever be able to create it the way you envision it because you are the only one who thinks the same way you do.

Writing is a skill.

It is not an inherent talent that some people have and others don’t — perhaps it comes more naturally to some than it does to others — but those few individuals have still had to hone their skill. You don’t see the things they write that have no ending or any point or are anything but just random words, or the first things they’ve written that aren’t anything like what they’re capable of now.

If you can form a sentence in any language, you can write.

Writing “well” is subjective and almost all writers dislike their own stuff or will find flaws which can often be things others love.

All you need to do is write and write often and hone your skill.

Write often, write badly, write with no point, write with a point but end up going on a different direction, write about things you know well, and write about things you don’t just as an excuse to learn about those things, write for fun or write to sort through thoughts and emotions, write because something in your soul compels you to put word after word without stopping.

Write because there’s something you want to see, and trust me when I say you are the perfect person to make it happen.

And if after all this you think “I can’t” or “it’s too late” then I will share this with you:

youtube

Because even now I still need it from time to time

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dreamofjoys · 5 days

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OH MY GOD *faints*

...The footsteps of your lover outside grow louder until you do the obvious thing and hide yourself under the bed, hands over your mouth to try and conceal your heavy breathing. The pounding of your heart is more like to give you away, you think, as the door creaks open...

☾ I had an idea -- I didn't think I'd get super into it, but here we are almost 4k words later and all I can hope is someone screams at me so loud it makes Jude proud of me for the torment I am hoping I have inflicted.

You're welcome.

PLEASE READ THE CONTENT WARNINGS FOR THIS.

POMEGRANATE

Victor/Female Bodied Reader 3718 words CW: SAFE WORD USAGE!!!, Primal kink/predator & prey kink, very rough sex, oral sex (f recieving), multiple orgasms, piv, vaginal sex, major overstimulation, cumshots, unprotected sex, brief mirror sex, hair pulling, biting, dirty talk, mentions of a threesome, mentions of victor and will having sexual relations, having sex in another mans bed REQUESTS ☾ MASTERLIST

The castle is still.

It’s a rare moment when not a soul other than you and the man, your lover, stood just behind you is home. The maids have been dismissed on his whim, everyone is out on a mission that, according to him would take the better part of the night — if not the whole night. As if recounting his earlier promise, Victor’s arms tighten around your waist and he presses his body against your back, pushing you against the window of the ballroom slightly.

The lights are mostly off, too, apart from the odd oil lamp here or there. It’s eerily quiet, you find yourself jumping any time you hear a noise — an owl outside, the howling of the wind — Victor chuckles, his lips pressing against your ear and his tongue flicking out to run along the edge. So far all evening he’d kept you entertained, yet all his touches had been teasing and nothing more — perhaps he’s waiting for you to ask? Yet the idea of not mentioning it, to see just how far he’ll take his teasing until he can’t handle it anymore and needs you is far too tempting. A sweet forbidden fruit you know will leave you blissfully sore the day after.

His body presses against you more and you gasp when you feel his erection right against your backside. Your breasts against the window cold through the sheer fabric of the lingerie he’d asked you to put on for him earlier before dinner. It was less dinner and more sitting in his lap facing him, feeding each other numerous foods which were absolutely bad for you but so, so very good. Chocolate coated strawberries he knew would make Will jealous to know were kept from him, decorated with a gold leaf which you knew Elbert would crave more than anything. Each time you’d pressed one of the fruits to his lips, his tongue always came out to lick the chocolate from your fingers, and always he maintained eye contact. Yet it wasn’t more than that.

In fact, Victor had seemed almost entirely unaffected by the whole thing while you were positive he could feel the heat building between your legs the entire time.

“Victor,” you gasp out, resting your hands against the window to steady yourself.

His large hands roam your body, rubbing the top of your thigh through the silk you know must have cost him a lot — jet black like the night.

“Did you know… fear can heighten arousal,” he whispers, his lips against your ear. “Would you like to try?”

“Fear…?” you gulp down, trying to move your head to look at him but he has you trapped so perfectly that moving an inch just pushes you closer to him and his firm body. “How? I… don’t know-”

“You’re curious,” he breathes, slipping his fingers up the lingerie to brush against the even more sheer panties you’d put on underneath. “You’re very wet at the idea of it.”

“It’s not the idea,” you whisper quickly, your face burning multiple shades of red.

“Hmm… that redness in your cheeks gives me an idea-” he smiles. “We can use a safe word. How is pomegranate?”

“Pomegranate?”

“The beautiful shade of your cheeks, there’s nothing to be ashamed of, my dear.”

Unable to help the moan from escaping your lips, you close your eyes and give him a small nod. It would be a lie to say you weren’t curious what he had in mind; after all it seemed he’d been building up to it all day. “What… did you have in mind?”

Instantly he removes his fingers from your wetness and you mewl a little, even more when his body lets you go — the room is colder with the distance between you, but he’s smiling like he usually does, his eyes shining with a dangerous heat you’ve come to find a thrill in.

“I’ll give you a minute to run away from me,” he says calmly. “You can hide, just stay inside the castle.”

“And… when you catch me?”

“My dear, that should be obvious. I’ll take you exactly where I caught you.”

You gasp at the low voice he allows his words to pull from him, it’s dangerous, a growl almost and you find yourself taking a step back from him. It’s not that you fear him, you know victor would never hurt you but the castle is dark and he knows it far better than you — no matter how much you run and hide he’s going to find you. The anticipation already sets your heart racing before you rush out from the ballroom, intent on finding somewhere you can at least hide. No — no you want him to catch you, but he’s right, the fear of it, the anticipation — the beautiful thrill is all so arousing that you feel as if your thoughts are no longer yours.

Adrenaline helps you move faster, perhaps you can see better, you think as you rush through room after room. He’d expect you to go somewhere familiar, wouldn’t he? Yet you can’t help but feel anxious at going into one of the others rooms — Jude would likely torture you if he found out, and you don’t even want to think about what Alfons or Roger would do… Ellis would be okay with it, but—

Footsteps echo somewhere behind you.

There’s no time to think.

It’s the door to Will’s room you find yourself pushing open. It creaks slightly and you wince at how loud it seems in the silence, and hurry around trying to find some place to conceal yourself. The footsteps of your lover outside grow louder until you do the obvious thing and hide yourself under the bed, hands over your mouth to try and conceal your heavy breathing. The pounding of your heart is more like to give you away, you think, as the door creaks open. It doesn’t shut, you note, and you flick your eyes to the side to watch his feet move around the room.

The heat between your legs grows, the idea of him finding you almost pulling another moan from your lips. It takes your entire self control to hold it in and to not make a sound at all. Eventually, Victor’s feet turn towards the door and you let out a small sigh of relief.

Too soon.

“My dear, did you think you’d gotten away?”

Before you can process that you’ve been caught, his hand reaches out to grab your ankle and he drags you out from under Will’s bed. It’s more force from him than you’re used to, even more when he lifts you by the arm and throws you onto the bed.

“How….?” you mutter, trying to back up against him, but he crawls over you, caging you in between his arms and legs, his long hair a curtain to block out everything that isn’t him.

“You tripped on the carpet and neglected to fix it,” he chuckles, giving you a small smile as he leans closer, his breath hot against your lips. “And I could smell you.”

“Smell… me?”

“This-”

Victor cuts his words off to press his hands against your heat. You yelp at the sudden pressure, trying to escape him, your heart still going wild — the fear has made you more sensitive, it seems, your eyes are wide as they fix on him.

“The safe word? You remember it?” he breathes out.

It’s your final warning before he starts, you realise. It hadn’t been for the hunt — but rather what came after, when the predator finally enjoys their meal. A shudder ripples through you as you nod. “I-I remember it.” Your voice is hoarse and cracked, but he only smiles in response.

Victors lips press firm against your own, his kiss devouring and hot, louder than the sounds of rustling fabric as he pulls your panties off from under your negligee. It’s so easy to lose yourself in, to forget everything around you as he pushes you down on the bed. A bed which isn’t yours or his, a bed which belongs to another man — which, as you move the sheets - smell like him.

“Victor, wait-” you press against his chest. “I-I can’t make love to you on another man’s bed.”

“Hmm?” His eyes fix on yours as he gives you a much gentler kiss. “That’s okay, you won’t have to.” You relax up, perhaps he’ll take you to his room — your own is much closer, but— “All you have to do is lie there with your legs open while I fuck you on another man’s bed.”

His words are so unexpected that you can only stare at him dumbstruck as he lowers himself down your body. It’s not like him to be like this — Victor can be rough at times, that’s true, but he’s such a doting and sweet lover that you’ve always managed to forget the other side of him, the one he hides all too well. The dangerous side, the one right now that seems to want to take control of every part of you — antithesis to how he usually feels.

You know he’d stop if you said the safe word, and briefly you play around with it on your tongue. It’s not that you don’t like the idea, in fact you’re loathe for the whole thing to end you’re far, far too curious just how it’s going to go — but what if Will came home? What would he think? Victor has a habit of being an indulgent and messy lover, there’s no doubt Will is going to know what’s gone on— the idea brings hot shame to your face and you raise your hands to cover your cheeks.

“You’re worried about what he’s going to think, I see,” Victor purrs. “I guess the only thing I have to do then is make it so you can’t think about anything but me.”

His words end with a rather painful bite to the inside of your thigh that makes you jump. Victor’s hands firmly press your thighs open as he situates himself between your legs, and with one final smile, he lowers himself to devour your soaking pussy with his mouth. There’s no build up at all, his tongue instantly thrusting inside of you and exploring each inch. With his hands gripping your hips you can’t move at all, whimpering and mewling under him as you try desperately for more pressure. He knows exactly how to pleasure you, he always does, and the moment he feels you getting impatient, his lips move to the small bud of nerves. A small kiss first, and then he wraps his mouth around it and sucks firmly. A loud gasp escapes you with a yell of his name as he adds his teeth. Victor is careful not to hurt you, but the danger that he’s so close to being able to—

Victor doesn’t let up as he continues to consume you. By the time you feel yourself coming undone around his tongue, your whole body is entirely worked up — barely being able to move is frustrating, and trying to hide in all the sounds you’re making is exhausting. It’s another mans bed — Victor, your lover, is eating you out on another mans bed — he’s about to make you cum on another man’s bed. Will’s bed. His closest friend. It’s all too indecent, it’s all too much — a danger you’re going to be caught, the previous fear of being hunted by Victor, the darkness enveloping you both-

He sucks on your clit once more and it’s enough to pull your orgasm crashing down on you, pulling a scream of his name from your lips. He’s greedy, lapping up your arousal, eyes fixed on yours as he does so. You half expect him to make a joke of it, to say that’s enough teasing and to return you to his room, but instead he pushes your clothing up so your pussy is bare to him. “So wet for me,” he murmurs, prodding you with his fingers.

“Victor,” you whimper, trying to escape him.

“Not to worry, I’m afraid I’m to greedy to wait any longer.”

A few buttons of his shirt are already undone, your eyes trailing down the peak of skin until they stop where his hands are on his belt. It’s almost painfully slow as he removes his trousers. You gulp, licking your lips as you see just how hard he is — and, when he finally frees himself, you gasp at the sight of him. His wide tip is pleasantly flushed and dripping. Victor takes his cock in his hand and gives a few pumps of it, reaching down to cover his hand with your slick before he coats himself with it-

“Victor….”

There’s no warning other than him pulling you against him with one hand before he thrusts himself inside of you, all at once. Another loud cry echoes in the room as you grip the sheets below you; he doesn’t pause nor give you time to adjust before he’s snapping his hips against yours in a brutal pace. It’s too much, of that you’re aware of, your mind is hazy and you shake your head, feeling tears prick at your eyes. “It’s too much-” you gasp out. “Sl... slow down. I can’t take it.”

“My love, I would be happy if it were too much,” he whispers, leaning over to kiss you. You can taste yourself on him; more indecency, more arousal. “If I left you unable to leave my bed for the next few days while I dote on you. You’d think of nothing but how good I made you feel.”

As his hands ghost your breasts and you process his words you feel the knot in your stomach tighten again. It wouldn’t be the first time he’s pulled multiple orgasms from you in one night, but so quickly?! You try desperately to fight it, but each loud thrust of his body against yours is too much — the wetness, the feeling of just how much he’s filling you. The pressure builds — he truly is going to exhaust you, and you wonder if he’s going to stop even if you lose the ability to remain conscious. You could stop it at any time, yet the safe word feels further from the tip of your tongue than ever. Victor’s fingers pinch your nipples and your pleasure cascades over you again.

You feel your vision blur this time, your thoughts stopping and your breath catching somewhere in your chest. Your body tenses, fingers linked into sheets that belong to another man, your legs tangle with his to pull him closer to you — and yet, even through the intense feeling, he doesn’t slow down at all. Victor continues to fuck you, barely seeming to have a hair out of place as he does so.

It’s almost certain you’re a mess by now. You can feel traces of drool escaping the corners of your lips, unshed tears pooling the edge of your eyes, and the sounds, wetter than before, let you know just how much pleasure he’s brought from you.

Yet there’s nothing but love in his eyes as he peers down at you, his hips continuing their brutal pace.

“Victor…” you croak out, barely having the energy to reach for him.

In an instant he pulls out from you, and you gasp and mewl at the sudden emptiness — but just as quickly he flips you onto your stomach and thrusts back inside of you. One of Victor’s hands moves under your body to lift your hips a little, the other tangles into your hair and pulls tightly. You gasp and hiss in pain as your body pulls up against him — you have no energy to fight him, and when he sinks his teeth into your neck another loud moan escapes your lips, echoing through the entire castle.

“What if Will walked in on us right now?” he whispers, his lips against your ear, barely audible over the sound of how his body meets yours. You whimper, trying to pull away from him — it’s too much stimulation. “Would you take us both?”

“No-” you cry out. “I-I only want you.”

“But have you never thought about what it would be like?” he murmurs. “To have two men take you at once? Will is quite a sensual lover, I think you’d enjoy it,” he kisses along your jawline. “I know I do.”

His words bring reality back to you for a moment, possessiveness of your lover rearing itself in your chest. You can’t bite back the growl that escapes you as you press your body back against his cock; a low moan leaves Victor, he’s close now, he has to be.

“Don’t worry,” he carries on, his voice strained. He lets go of your hair and his hand pushes down the front of your lingerie to grab your breasts. There’s a mirror in front of you that you catch sight of yourself in, cum runs down your legs, drool down your chin and neck, your pupils blown and eyelids heavy. You barely recognise yourself, even with your eyes focused on the way Victor enters into you. “You’re the only one I’ve ever loved.”

Instantly your guard is lowered, brought back to the reality that the man fucking you like an animal is your sweet, attentive lover. Sensing this, he pushes you face first into the bed, Will’s bed, and grips both of your hips to lift you up. Each time he hits deep inside of you, you cry out, begging for it to end and for it to carry on all at once. Your body is sore and exhausted, but you feel so amazingly good that if it were to carry on, you’re almost certain you truly would lose your mind.

Victor pulls another orgasm from you, this time the sensation of your body clamping around him brings him to the edge. He stills, only for a moment, as he fills you up — gasping and gripping your hips tight enough to leave nail marks there. You barely notice the pain, pliant when he pulls out and flips you onto your back again.

Surely this is where he bundles you into his arms, kisses you, and looks after you.

He thrusts in again and your eyes go wide-

“Just a bit more,” he breathes out.

You have no energy left to fight any of the sounds that leave you, each whimper, each cry, each moan — your throat is already sore, your eyes heavy. You’re certain you’re going to pass out, yet you haven’t the ability to reach for him like you want to. The safe word reaches for you again, and just as you debate finally saying it-

Victor pulls out and grips his erect cock, with a few sharp jerks of his hand, he covers your body with his cum. You want to protest, it’s expensive silk, but you’re devoid of any words or anything left to protest as you lay there and let him. Finally, he lets go and leans over you to inspect his work. Long fingers ghost over your body and you whimper, overly sensitive to every touch he has, almost scared he’s going to want to go again-

“Open,” he murmurs, prodding your lips with his fingers. You obey him and he slips his slender fingers inside of your mouth. “I should have finished myself in here too, but I don’t want you to pass out just yet.”

“Victor-” you groan, licking off his fingers.

He places a tender kiss to your forehead before he stands up and lifts you into his arms. You feel almost boneless as you rest against him, head lulling against his shoulder like a ragdoll. Each gentle movement of his steps almost enough to finally pull sleep from you — and when the scent and warmth of his sheets surrounds you, you’re certain you can’t stay awake for much longer.

“I should clean you up,” he sighs, sitting on the edge of the bed. “But seeing you covered in me…” he reaches out to touch you, but thinks better of it, and with a gentle smile vanishes into the adjoined bathroom. In the space between awareness and dreams you find time distorted, you’re unsure if you fell asleep at some point, because by the time you’re aware again, Victor is back at your side with a wash cloth.

“I apologise,” he murmurs, gently tracing his fingers over one of the harsh bitemarks he’d left — the one on your neck. “I was rough. Too rough.”

“It’s okay,” you manage to get out, wincing at the state of your voice. “I… like this side of you.”

Victor smiles and pulls the covers over you. “I’ll join you soon— but…” he trails off, looking almost hesitant, before he stands up. “Consider the offer of allowing Will into our bed. I think you’d enjoy it, and you deserve to be lavished with love.”

He was serious about it? Briefly, before sleep pulls you into it’s embrace, you find yourself lamenting you can’t have two Victor’s to enjoy at once — would he truly… be okay if Will was to join in once? It’s not something you would have ever considered in the past, but now you find yourself unable to brush it off and you’re certain your dreams are going to be full of possibilities of indecent things you absolutely should never desire.

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dreamofjoys · 7 days

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The way my jaws DROPPED. Sir, I just finished showering. And now I’m sweating again from excitement 😭

#gilbert von obsidian #ikepri gilbert #ikepri jp

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dreamofjoys · 8 days

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Need some of these whalers to tell me where you get the time and money from…🧍🏻‍♀️ feel like the money is enough for a 1 month trip to Japan

holy shit why are there so many whales on en already slfkfjdkdkdkds I feel like I’m still on jp 💀💀💀

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dreamofjoys · 9 days

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Alfons and his sarcasm 🫶🏻🤣

Alfons: Congratulations on departing the tragedy called life. Thank you for your hard work. 💀

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dreamofjoys · 9 days

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HIS STORY ALWAYS MAKES ME CRY

GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN EVENT STORY....

EPILOGUE.

I just love you.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

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The spy who reported Emma having been caught up in a runaway carriage looked as pale as the dead.

Probably because I was unconsciously emitting an unprecedented amount of murderous intent.

(As I thought, keeping the little rabbit in a cage is the best way to keep her safe.)

Fortunately, Emma’s injuries were minor, as the spy put himself in her place to protect her.

However, it seems that she hit her head while avoiding the carriage.

The moment when Walter’s examination revealed that she had lost all memory of her life as Belle,

I couldn't stay calm enough to start planning the date for the coachman's execution in my head.

Emma: Why…am I in Obsidian?

Gilbert: Of course, because I brought you here.

Emma: But why a commoner like me….?

Gilbert: Because I’m the big villain who loves the little rabbit very much.

(….You’re so terrified of me.)

The little rabbit backed up to the wall, looking visibly frightened.

In front of her is the royal family of Obsidian, the enemy of Rhodolite and the root of all evil,

Of course, her reaction was natural.

(I remembered the little rabbit was also like this back when we first met.)

(….The woman who told me she loves me is gone now.)

(….You said you will be by my side forever, but you lied.)

Although dark emotions swirled around me, I somehow managed to push them behind a smile.

But the little rabbit seemed to instinctively sense something.

(This is why I hated it.)

(…I never wanted to love anyone.)

The morning after with a calm head, I immediately started developing a cure.

━━

She may eventually remember, or never at all.

It's a gamble, but I'll go about it like I normally would.

(Easier said than done.)

(….I'll do it even if it's impossible.)

As I absent-mindedly listed various formulas,

I noticed that the gaze of the little rabbit that I had brought along with me had been fixated on something.

Emma: Why are there roses here?

Gilbert: Oh, you realized it was a rose even though it wasn't in bloom?

The roses, which rarely bloom in this barren land of Obsidian, are similar to this medicine.

As I approached the roses that were born out of love, the little rabbit stood next to me.

Gilbert: I'm thinking of building a rose garden in the castle.

Emma: A rose garden?

Gilbert: Yes. A rose garden even grander than Rhodolite’s.

Emma: To love roses so much…

Gilbert: Because you do.

Emma: Me…?

Gilbert: You love roses more than I do, don't you?

Gilbert: I thought you'd be happy.

(….But right now, these roses are poison to you.)

(You look like you want to go back home.)

(…I don't want to let you go.)

Gilbert: Shall I grant you permission?

Emma: Permission for what?

Gilbert: To return back to your hometown.

Emma: …!

Contrary to my heart, my mouth moves on its own.

(I really want to lock you in a cage….)

(But ever since I met you, I've been full of contradictions.)

━━

Since I had given permission, I had no doubt that the little rabbit would want to return to Rhodolite.

And sure enough, when I saw her visiting my room in the middle of the night, my premonition turned into certainty.

If I shot her in the leg right now, she wouldn't be able to go home— I thought to myself, this is such a cruel thing to do.

Emma: A surprise interview.

Gilbert: Huh?

Emma: I am here to request an interview with you, Gilbert.

Gilbert: ….

(….Ah, this is why…)

(I can't shoot you, and I can't lock you up.)

(You must be scared without your memories, yet you still prioritize facing me rather than going back home.)

(…Even if I don't want to love you, I still end up loving you.)

━━

In exchange for being interviewed by the little rabbit, I receive one kiss each.

I gradually provided her with information based on such an arrangement,

As we exchanged kisses, the types of kiss changed noticeably with each time.

What was initially done reluctantly, gradually extended the duration of our contact.

Now, the little rabbit is drowning in our deep kiss with our tongues intertwined together.

Even the little rabbit's expression that had been awkward while facing a fearsome beast,

Had also changed into something intoxicating that emitted a seductive allure.

(…I guess it wasn't the drugs you needed to cure your amnesia, but my feelings itself.)

(The more I talked to you, the more you seemed to remember how much I was in love with you….)

As I kneeled on the floor, I ended the long kiss and pulled away.

There was no fear left in the expression of the little rabbit sitting in the chair.

Gilbert: Do you still have questions for me?

Emma: …Yes.

Her pure, clear eyes flickered wildly.

Emma: Gilbert —— Gil, are you feeling lonely?

(….)

Gilbert: Isn't it obvious?

Gilbert: I am feeling lonely.

(You've already reminded me of what loneliness feels like, so please don't do something like this again.)

Emma: I’m sorry.

She kisses me tenderly with an apology, but I bite her lip, unable to forgive her.

Gilbert: Only words?

Emma: ….

With a glance, I urged her on, and eventually, she began to fiddle with the buttons on her blouse.

(Yeah....It really does seem like you’re remembering everything.)

I shook my head at the little rabbit who was now in her underwear,

Although her face looked like she was about to cry, different from fear, she methodically dropped the thin cloth onto the floor.

I bit down hard on her body that was wearing nothing but a belt around her thigh and a gun.

Emma: Ow…

I bit her thighs, her sides, her chest, and her shoulders.

As I traced the bite marks that were gradually increasing with my fingers, Emma’s body trembled.

Gilbert: There won't be a next time, okay?

Gilbert: If something like this happens again, I will strip away anything that might cause an accident.

Emma: That means…?

Gilbert: If there’s no coachman, no carriages, nothing at all, then you wouldn't have any more accidents…right?

Emma: …I'll be careful! I'll be careful, so please stop!

Gilbert: Ahaha.

(….I might actually do it, so I won't say anything else.)

Gilbert: Emma, even if it's an accident, don't make me feel lonely anymore.

Gilbert: It's your responsibility to keep me alive.

I bit her lips one last time, and Emma responds with a tender kiss.

Emma: I'll never forget.

Emma: I don't want my love to be concluded as "false love".

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: A beautiful heart that cares for others is nothing but disgusting. I still doubt you.

Gilbert: Where's the love in telling me a terrible lie and leaving me alone?

Gilbert: But…

Gilbert: Only for you….

Gilbert: I'm going to try to love you again.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(Really….)

Gilbert: Be careful, Emma.

Gilbert: You are my last hope.

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