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onceonafullmoon · 10 months

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A Marionette's Ball

Yan! Chevalier x Fem! Reader x Yan! Gilbert

Tw!! Manipulation, threats of violence, implied captivity, period typical misogyny and Gilbert Von Obsidian himself

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal. And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

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You need to stop fiddling with your necklace.

You know you need to calm down, but doing so is another story; you can practically feel the weight of everyone’s stares on you, not malicious, but prying still in their curiosity.

And it’s tough fighting the urge to snatch one of the champagne flutes off of the waiter's plates and down it in one gulp, but the subtle warning of Chevalier’s fingers pressing at your waist helps you forget the idea.

Right.

Just make a good impression and then you’ll get to go back to your own schedule with only one scrutinizing set of eyes on you.

It’s almost impossible to mess this up anyways, with all the effort Sariel has been putting into making you a “true lady befitting of a prince”.

Ha.

The audacity of that claim makes you laugh.

As if you had a choice in any of this.

As if you were something more than a puppet on a string pulled by the most powerful man in the kingdom.

Nevertheless, you pushed through the lessons easily enough, it was, at the very least, an escape from Chevalier’s smothering presence, although you would rather have buried your nose into a good book instead.

At any rate, it doesn’t seem like much of your work will be put into play considering the way that Chevalier has you glued to his side.

You suppose you get the hostility, he’s always been a touch smothering even before… this, and it doesn’t help that princes from other nations are currently visiting too.

Not that you would have the opportunity to meet any of them considering how anal Chevalier was about your “safety”.

In fact, if it were a year ago when you were still “unruly” he would have probably kept you chained in his room the whole time.

Well, if all good behavior amounted to was this then you probably could have thrown a fit to get yourself locked up again. Now it was too late, and you were stuck smiling fakely at some random noble who came to give his greetings.

“My, my, if it isn’t the mystery woman that everyone’s been wondering about. Everyone’s been wondering about the one who stole the Chevalier Micheal’s heart, it's a pleasure to finally be able to meet you.” The nobleman, who you recall vaguely being named Lord Wessley, greets you with a certain, subtle prying look on his face as he studies you.

“Oh, you flatter me, but I’m afraid I’m not much to speak of. Any compliments should be redirected towards my fiancé.” You smile, cringing at the use of the word fiancé but happy enough with the way Chevalier’s brow furrows ever so slightly in annoyance.

You can almost hear his voice ringing out in your ears.

“If you have enough time to dish out praise, then you have enough time to do something useful with yourself, simpleton.”

“Praise worthy indeed!” Another man cuts in, rudely, albeit he’s possibly a bit drunk already. “An arsenal of military feats, a genius intellect that only appears once a century, and now a bride to be, you’re truly something else Prince Chevalier!”

You have to try your hardest to bite back the laugh bubbling up in you and Chevalier slightly grimaces.

Wessley furrows his eyebrows slightly at the intrusion but doesn’t comment, or rather, doesn’t get the chance to comment as he’s interrupted again.

“And what a beauty she is, I can see why you’ve kept her locked up away from the rest of us!”

And now you are no longer smiling.

Karma really is a bitch.

The grip around your waist tightens and you find yourself conflicted about whether to celebrate the (hopefully only) verbal lashing this misogynistic bastard will get or to intervene for the sake of this very clearly drunk man.

Empathy wins out in the end, but also because you don’t trust Chevalier not to immediately jump at the chance to “incidentally” find this man charged with treason.

“I’m flattered by praise, truly, but you look a bit sickly to me, are you feeling alright?”

He opens his mouth to reply, but you cut him off smoothly.

“Poor thing, I bet you can hardly stand, much less answer coherently, but there are several couches in the foyer for you to rest at. I’d escort you myself but, considering the circumstances, perhaps Lord Wessley can escort you instead?”

Of course, Wessley himself isn’t too keen on leaving the conversation, seeing as he probably started it to discuss his own business. But when you phrase it in such a way of offering good will, he can’t refuse.

With a furrowed brow he replies in kind and leaves.

Perhaps Sariel’s lessons did come in handy, you think as you find yourself alone again.

A sigh from Chevalier has you mending your thoughts, not completely alone, unfortunately.

“How bothersome.” He grumbles, finally letting his arm drop from your waist.

“Yeah, being stuck around someone you can’t stand, tell me about it.”

He gives you a look which would scare the living daylights out of even a battle hardened soldier, to which you innocently smile at.

You know him well enough to know when you’re actually in trouble.

“What? Just offering some words of support in your trying times Prince Chevalier, now wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

Your smile dips into a frown when instead of falling for the taunt he smirks at you.

“Prince Chevalier? I recall being referred to as fiancé earlier.”

You narrow your gaze, regretting your earlier decision to speak.

“Don’t read much into it, you’ll strain your eyes trying to find nothing.”

He simply smirks again.

“Complacency is a dangerous thing isn’t it?”

He leans in closer, tilting your head up, sending roils of annoyance and slight embarrassment through you as you fix your eyes on his face, unwavering from his.

“...It’d be a shame for you, if all your efforts were for naught.”

He chuckles derisively, letting you go.

“Now, wipe that look of murder off before our guests get any ideas.”

You glare at him, annoyed that he used your words against you, before deciding to make a tactful retreat.

“Now that I’ve taken care of your nuisances, I’m taking care of mine for a bit and freshening up. Does that please your highness, or should I stay tethered to your side for another hour?”

He scoffs.

“Just don’t get lost, simpleton.”

To use Clavis’s terminology, the Cheva translation of that would mean: “Go ahead, but if you aren’t back in 10 minutes I will find you and there will be consequences.”

“...Whatever your highness wishes.”

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You supposed Chevalier already knew that you weren’t going to the bathroom to freshen up, rather instead to find a private area to ruminate at being bested by him once more, and that almost made you even more upset.

It’s stupid that you’re even angry, you know that there's no winning a fight against him. It was already a given that he would twist your words around in an attempt to make you succumb to him, and yet…

You furrow your brow as you turn the corner.

It was all you could do, if you could annoy him, even just a bit then that would be victory enough…

At least it should be, if you didn’t get carried away with it.

But damn you for having a competitive streak and damn him for pointing out the one idea that would make you sick to your stomach.

(Although, maybe if you thought about it more, you would find it was only his own sick desires taking form in his words.)

“Complacency, my ass.” You mutter, as you push open the door to the library.

Despite this being originally Chevalier’s domain, you’ve also been quite the avid reader, and so any time alone with books was welcome. And even if you weren’t alone… well at least he had the sense not to disturb you, outside of his general presence.

Scanning the room when you enter, you find your eyes catching on the rows of bookshelves before halting when you see the shape of a figure, dimly lit by a candle.

You frown slightly.

While there were no set rules against entering a host’s library, it was still considered bad taste to enter rooms you weren’t explicitly given access to. Not that this person seemed unaware of it, judging by the lofty coat you could make out they seemed to be born into wealth.

Well, you weren’t exactly a shining beacon of manners either, considering that you were ditching your debut ball in order to sulk in the corner of a dark room because your captor/fiancé bested you in a game of wits.

Although, when you put it that way, your life does sound significantly more ridiculous.

You, albeit hesitantly, decide to give the person the benefit of the doubt and approach them to direct them back to the ball.

“Excuse me?” You call out, nearing the figure. “Are you lost?”

They turn around, and it becomes apparent that they’re a man. But not just any man, you realize, as a few more details come to light that have you suddenly freezing in place.

First, the dark crimson eye that gazes upon you while the other hides behind a black eye patch.

Second, the black cane who’s shiny finish glints in the candle light.

And lastly, the golden encrusted emblem, signature of an Obsidianite.

“Oh no, I’m exactly where I need to be.” Gilbert Von Obsidian responds cheerfully.

…

You suddenly have the sense that you’ve, to use words that Chevalier claims are “crude and boorish”, absolutely fucked up.

To be fair to you, you hadn’t been able to see even a glimpse of any foreign princes, much less would you have predicted that the damn Prince of Obsidian was going to be there, or more accurately here, in your lovely library safe space.

It’s not often that anyone other than Chevalier makes you stumped on what to do these days, but that goes to show how dangerous complacency really is.

“Prince Gilbert.” You finally manage to greet, falling into a practiced curtsey.

When you pull your head back up, he has an innocuous smile on his face, eyes crinkled slightly.

“No need to lower yourself, (Name) (Last Name), soon enough we’ll be on the same social standing won’t we?”

Oh, of course he knows who you are, couldn’t make it any less difficult for you could he? Still, the provocation (actually, whether he knew it as a provocation or not was a matter to be unseen yet) of your future engagement has you irritated as well as afraid.

“You never know what might happen.” You respond neutrally. “I’d hate to offend because I grew cocky.”

“Cautious, aren’t you?” He questions.

“That’s a good trait to have, although, I can’t say I would’ve thought the woman who tamed the Brutal Beast would be so meek.”

You want to laugh at his attempt at a jab, because he couldn’t be closer to the truth.

You didn’t tame shit; you were at best, a sacrificial lamb sent to curb the hunger of a ravenous tiger, only to end up becoming a plaything instead of a meal.

And now you were here, having somehow fooled another apex predator into thinking you were some sort of beast in your own right.

But even still, you couldn’t help the words that poured out of your mouth.

“I would argue that being meek and being cautious are entirely different, but it must be difficult to understand from your perspective.”

“That so?” He hums. “What’s your view then?”

“That you can’t tell the difference, because for you, someone who has been powerful and feared for so long, there’s hardly any need for subtlety when dealing with others. For people like me, discretion is a necessary tool.”

A tinge of bitterness seeps into your tone as you respond, or maybe it's jealousy; you can’t tell.

But it’s enough to make Gilbert pause, facing you, seemingly looking at you like he hasn’t seen you before, his eye glinting with something akin to interest.

Oh.

Shit.

You’ve always had a bad habit of overplaying your hand during your time with Chevalier, possibly because you were so used to a lack of consequences due to his soft spot. It would’ve been better and safer for him to believe you were Chevalier’s little trophy wife and suffer the stab it would take to your ego.

“...I suppose that “genius’s thinking alike” must be true, for you to be able to make such a succinct assumption about me.” He smiles, this time his eyes glinting with something darker.

“...I wouldn’t go so far as to imply that Prince Gilbert.” You say, desperate in your attempt to backtrack.

“Oh? Cowering now, are we?” He asks, the smile on his face growing more predatory. “And here I thought you’d be more vicious.”

He’s clearly trying to pry at you, to goad you into snapping at him, but you’ve since realized that the playing field had favored him from the start and you’d do better to avoid the trap he’d set for you.

“...I think you have rather high expectations, that you might think of me similar to the company I keep.”

“And you’d be right.” He says, drawing himself closer to you, even more empowering as he draws near, his red eye glistening like the blade of a knife.

You find yourself wanting to run, like the terrified lamb you are in the face of the threatening jaws of the beast in front of you.

But you don’t.

Because these damn beasts are always just toying with you, never daring to go for the killing blow.

He towers over you, clearly trying to get a reaction out of you, but you find that you can’t quite summon up the effort to change your expression.

“…”

Moments pass and his eye widens a bit, seemingly shocked at your lack of expression.

“You aren’t scared, are you?” He states, more as a fact than a question as he pulls himself away to an appropriate distance.

You shrug as if to say you don’t quite care, but you felt like laughing.

The truth is, he’s wrong.

You’re constantly scared, every single day of your life.

When you wake up, when you go to sleep, you’re filled with horror constantly, terrified by the man who lays beside you. Every move you make is calculated and stuff, made in fear of the blades, not set to cut you, but rather everything you know and love.

Even now you’re scared, not quite by the prospect of death, but by the fact that it doesn’t scare you.

The fact that you would rather accept freedom in the form of being removed from your earthly ties than to live another life being tethered to this life scares you, because you know death is the only way you’ll be safe from him.

It brings you only slight ease that despite his best efforts of chasing perfection, Chevalier still only amounts to a man.

Gilbert’s laugh snaps you out of your thoughts, bringing you back to the man in front of you.

“That’s excellent!” He says, toothy grin lighting up his face, eye lighting up like he’s a child who’s found a new toy to play with.

Somewhere deep down you can feel a familiar sense of dread forming in the pit of your stomach that only comes with Chevalier, almost like deja vu.

It shouldn’t surprise you, after all it’s said that the prince of Obsidian is a genius only the likes of Chevalier could rival. It’s the type of gossip you used to absentmindedly listen to while busying yourself walking down the streets.

Still, you’ve survived Chevalier, albeit with your share of scars, you can handle at least one chance meeting with another snobby prince.

“Are you done threatening me then Prince Gilbert? I believe my fiancé is looking for me.” You say, keeping your tone neutral.

He chuckles, that wide, creepily childlike smile still on his face as he hears you speak.

“Of course. Tell Prince Chevalier that I congratulate him on finding such an interesting toy.”

“Of course.” You mimic, turning on your heel to leave. “Perhaps next time we can meet in a more fitting setting rather than the library, Prince Gilbert.”

Petty, yes, but he doesn’t seem affected by the rebuttal you throw his way judging by the small laugh he lets out as you leave.

Toy, huh?

You think, as you find yourself retracing your steps back to the ballroom.

More fitting than lover that’s for sure, but you doubt even a genius like Gilbert would understand from just a glance that that was the case, rather he meant it in a dismissive manner.

But still, you can’t help the bitter smile that appears on your face at the statement.

Because you would end up back at Chevalier’s side, and either through your expressions or through his own logic system that you couldn’t possibly fathom, he would understand everything that happened. And then, like always, you would end up locked up in a cage while, ironically, the beast who should be locked in there would prowl around, growling at anyone who came close, possessive of his toy.

And the worst part is, even though you could see the path paved for you, leading you to your own demise, you still had to follow it, like written in a story, like fate.

And maybe that’s why you smile instead of frown when you see your beloved captor’s face twist into a look of grim understanding as he sees you again, wordlessly gesturing you to draw nearer with his gaze.

Because ironically enough, the only person even close enough to understanding or even changing your situation was the same breed as the monster that possessed you.

And it’s an amusing thought to you.

But if you could see the expression of a certain dark haired man, thinking almost fondly on your interaction, you wouldn’t find it half as funny.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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hi violet, can i req for gilbert, prompt forbidden love? if it's ok i'll leave it up to you whether if it's gonna be a fic or hc :) thank you

A/N: You all voted for this to be an Angel / Devil AU and here we are.

CW: death, sickness, war

Gilbert x Reader

Word Count: 2650

1095: the Holy Land

The first time you see him it is over a rising cloud of brown dust, stamped from the earth by a cacophony of hooves and sandaled feet charging at each other. Sunlight glints off curved steel and chain mail as blades from both sides bite into flesh, punctuating the haze with red droplets.

Through the blood and dust you see him, walking amid the chaos. He is, quite simply, the most beautiful being you have ever seen. Every movement exudes grace, from the bend of his torso to the tilt of his head. He is so arresting that you stop in your tracks, frozen under the burning sun, watching him across the din until he turns his head. Fatefully, his gaze finds yours. His eyes, the clearest, deepest red you have ever seen, pull you in, like a fishing line cast into the ocean. You find yourself moving towards him, the epicurean tide drawn to the beauty of the ethereal moon, breathless with something. Time stands still, all sound dwindling into nothingness. The screaming of men, the groaning of the dying, the frenzied cries of horses, it all fades when he smiles, your heart suddenly caught in the curve of his lips, the line of his jaw.

And then he sees you clearly, as the dust begins to clear, as the last man lays gasping, calling for his mother. He sees you and his beautiful face darkens with an emotion you are all too familiar with. The shadowed mask of fear.

You blink and he is gone.

1348: London, England

It is nearly a millennium before you see him again. You step outside of the small, dank house, the smell of sickness lingering in the air. It clings to you, the sheen of rot and ejecta, and you are grateful for a moment’s respite. It is then you see him, walking alongside the rickety wooden cart piled high with bodies, some still oozing sickness from their sores.

“Bring out your dead!”

The man pulling the cart and yelling is sweating, salty droplets of water leave tracks in the dirt caked on his sallow skin. His heartbeat is too fast, too erratic but he fights it, the fist squeezing his lungs, wanting to get just one more footstep further away from this thing they call the Black Death.

But then his voice is gone, his knees buckling as his heart finally gives up the fight. Gilbert, draped in robes the color of twilight, kneels in the dirt road beside him. You watch as his pale hand touches the man’s face and soothes back his matted hair. He speaks and whatever you expected his voice to sound like, it is not this. Not like the soft sound of the wind sweeping across rolling plains. Not like the velvet depth of night, when darkness blankets the mortal world.

“Hello Richard." He is gentle, so very gentle. "My name is Gilbert." He cups the man's face with a tender hand. "It’s ok, my friend. There is nothing to fear. It’s simply time to let go.”

Like a being transfixed, you watch as he guides the soul from its prison of flesh and bones, and with a wave of his hand, sends it on its way.

“You look so young.”

The words leave you before you can stop them. You know speaking to him is forbidden and yet, somehow, it feels as natural to you as sunlight.

He looks up at your words and again, the flicker of fear burns in the red brightness of his eyes. He rises slowly and you admire the way he conquers it so quickly.

“I’m older than you.”

He knows he should not answer you and yet he does, turning to face you fully now. You tilt your chin upwards, letting him look, letting him drink his fill of the sight of you.

“I’ve never seen you before.”

Something dances across his face, tears his gaze away from your form.

“My duties were elsewhere for a time.”

The story behind his words is in his eyes, straining to be freed. His lips burn with the need to tell you more.

And then the bell tolls and you both look in its direction.

Time is fleeting. You have work to do.

With great effort you turn away from him, walking toward the next sad building reeking of death. When you look over your shoulder, past the curve of your leathery wings, you find him watching you.

And you smile.

1839: Mazatlán, Mexico

The winds and water have washed away the small town on the coast. There is nothing left of it, aside from bits of broken buildings and bodies lying in watery graves.

An old woman with a broken back lays, panting heavily as the light slowly fades from her dark eyes. You approach her, your heavy robes trailing in the dirty water and mud. When she sees you, her breathing quickens, her eyes widen and her fingers, old and gnarled and broken, scramble to touch the worn silver cross that has hung around her neck for the last sixty-eight years. Little does she know it too has been lost in the storm. You kneel beside her and she whimpers, her whole body trembling as you reach down, laying your hand on her forehead.

“Por favor,” her voice creaks, “por favor.”

“Begging won’t save you now. You know the life you led. The women you sold. The children.” It doesn’t matter what you say. They can always understand you.

Her body spasms as you reach for her, the real her, the essence inside. Her last words die unspoken on her lips as you send her soul to its journey's end..

Rising, you scan the debris, feel the call of so many souls and you are weary. You make your way towards the beach, stepping over the rubble until you have reached the soft, white sand and smooth gray boulders. You slump down against one of them, tired. The sand is soft, the boulders warm with collected sunlight. You have learned to appreciate the simple things of this plane of existence. The sound of the ocean. The smell of the salty air.

“So even your kind needs a break.”

That voice.

He is standing above you, backlit by the sun, and you wholly believe he is worthy of the countless prayers shot to the heavens by pleading lips.

You can’t help but smile. “Come sit with me. Take a break yourself.”

He smiles back and your heart cracks open, bursting with something newborn and unexpected. Something you can’t give a name to, yet.

“Isn’t there a story about a garden and a serpent that starts this way?” But he lowers himself until he is next to you. His arm brushes yours and it feels like holy fire.

“I shouldn’t be here.” Your voice is softer than usual as you watch the roll of the waves along the beach. A single shoe made for a tiny foot bobs alone in the water. Its former owner is his responsibility. Babies always are.

“You’re doing your job.”

“No, I mean here. With you.”

The words sound as loud to your ears as the waves crashing into the rocks scattered about the shallows. Embarrassed, you start to move away from him, from his warmth and his light and his heavenly smile.

And then you feel his hand wrap around yours, the dawn grasping the dusk, and he pulls you towards him.

Falling into his embrace is easy, so much easier than you ever would have believed, easier than you could have dreamed. Easier than all the rules that say it is forbidden would have you think it is. He is light and warmth to your shadow and shade. You drink him in, wrapping your arms around him, pulling him close against you. He gasps softly into your hungry mouth, stunned by the feel of you.

His kind have always been told a litany of warnings to stay away from you. That nothing good will ever come of associating with devils. That he would burn in the pit fires of hell if the rules were ever broken. And oh he is burning, just not the way they described.

As he pulls you against him, your softness yielding to the planes of his body, he does burn. He burns with a singular need to kiss you, to touch you, to claim you as his. He burns with a desire far more dangerous than hellfire. It sharpens him, hardens him, shifts his purpose with every movement of your lips against his. Your mouth is ambrosia. Nothing will ever taste as good ever again. He will forever be thirsty for it. The feel of your hands, pressed against his back, just under his wings, is branded into him, changing him, claiming him.

It is only the tolling of the celestial bell that falls like an ax through the haze of your lust. The call to work.

“I must go.” He looks over his shoulder, then back to you, his dark hair falling across his forehead in a way that makes your fingers ache to touch it. “We’ll meet again.”

He stands slowly, spreads his large, white feathery wings and in a rush of wind, a flash of light, he’s gone, leaving you alone on the beach with the mournful sobs of the dying, the monotonous lull of the ocean’s waves and his kiss burning on your lips.

October 1916: Somme River; Picardy, Northern France

It feels wrong, rushing to meet him with the thunderous sounds of war rocking the world, and the deadly fog of mustard gas rising like a cobra to sink its fangs into shaking men. Even you shudder as the shrill cry of artillery shells and the spitting rage of the machine guns echo hell on earth. Men are dying in record numbers but it is precisely for this reason that you can meet. The bloody ground with its endless sea of death and destruction masks your movements from anyone who may wonder where exactly you are. Too many souls departing too quickly. Everyone is busy, thanks to men and their thirst for war. Angels and devils alike roam the ravaged fields, answering the call of the doomed.

He waits for you behind a burned-out house amid charred, leafless trees. You gasp when you see him. One eye is covered by a swath of black silk.

“What happened?” Your hands are on his face, now familiar to your touch. You have loved him for almost a century, a drop in the ocean of time, and yet, short as it may be, it feels essential. Sacred.

“They know.”

Those two words sink into your heart like a stone, dragging you down into a trench of despair. He has lost an eye in punishment. There will be more coming. The sky above you explodes orange against gray.

There are so many words that they stifle your speech, stacking one behind the other in your throat. None of them will change anything. None of them will save you. He reaches out, pulling you into the shelter of his embrace, a tender kiss placed on the top of your head, between your short, black horns.

“It will be alright. I have a plan.”

You tilt your face up to look at him as the world rumbles, heavy tanks rolling like moving fortresses through the dead fields.

“I will come for you. Give me time.” He sounds so sure.

Dread crawls up your spine with tiny, grasping claws but you nod slowly. You trust him.

He leans down, pressing a light kiss to your lips, a small beacon of hope in the darkness that surrounds you, the darkness that fills you. Then he steps away, unfurls his pristine wings, and vanishes, leaving you alone amid the wreckage.

2023: St. Anne’s Nursing Center; Regina, Canada.

The old man sees you, although his eyes stopped working years ago. Ignoring the exhausted muttering of the overworked nurse, his drawn face, etched with lines and mottled with brown spots, turns towards the doorway where you stand.

You are never who they want to see. You with your black wings and horns, with your fiery eyes and ashen skin. You, devil. His heart, worn and faded, skips its final beat as you walk over, curling your cool fingers around his frail wrist.

He wants to scream but all that comes out is a wheeze of fetid breath. Holding his wrist in your hand you lean down, lips close to his ear.

“It’s time.”

Every last living cell in his body wants to fight and you sigh, tightening your hold on him. It’s not a pleasant end when they fight, especially once they realize where they are going. And this one has reason to fight. His soul is as tainted as can be, a history of violence and hate and a pile of bones that will eventually be unearthed in the far corner of his remote property. Too many for just one person.

He submits, his soul needing to be pried from its cage of weak bone and flaccid muscle before you are finally able to send it down, down, down where it belongs.

There are others here, dancing on the edge of this life and the beyond, but none require your attention. Not today. You leave the now still body, making your way down the generic beige hallway and across the dated, olive-green tile of the entrance until you are outside, breathing in the cold, clean winter air.

Above you, the sky is black, the moon only a sliver of silver amid the twinkling stars. You’re about to move on when you hear it. The unmistakable beat of wings.

You turn and you see him, dropping down to the ground in one elegant movement. What you see brings both hands to your mouth, snatches the breath from your lungs.

Gone are the soft white feathers of his wings. They have been plucked out, burned away. The bloody leftovers re-formed into the stretched black leather of bat wings, darker than yours and wider. His robes are darkest obsidian, his hair midnight kissed by stars. And sprouting from it, the surest sign of what he has done: long, black horns, curled like a ram’s and deadly sharp.

“No…..no……” You know what this means and it brings you to your knees, right there on the icy pavement. His red eye is aflame with determination as he walks over to you, leaning down to take a strong hold of your arms and lift you again.

“It was the only way.” His voice is steady, gentle but sure.

You shake your head. “You are Fallen. You know what He will do. What you will have to do to prove yourself.” The Morningstar is cruelest to those just like Him.

Gilbert brushes your soft hair back, his skin pale as bone, now cold as ice.

“I will not only endure it, but I will conquer it and prove that I have earned a place among His agents. Perhaps….even….conquer Him.” His expression softens as he cups your face, his thumb stroking the line of your cheekbone. “I can master anything. You are by my side. You,” he pauses, his voice a whisper that roars louder than thunder, “are the reason for it all.”

And then his mouth is on yours and you melt against him, love for him clouding the danger of his words, the fear of what is to come. You wrap your arms around him and you return his kiss hungrily, greedily, covetous. His teeth sink into your lower lip, his wings extending to black out the sky before wrapping themselves around you, his hands grasping at your robes, yanking handfuls of it away from your skin until he can take hold of the soft underside of your thighs. With a deep growl he lifts you, pulling you against him, his unbound lust finally free.

After all…..he too is now a devil.

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tragicromanceisland · 1 year

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Ice and Roses

Chevalier x female reader, Gilbert x female reader

Cw: sexual tension, sexual content

Chapter Four

“Nnggh..”

Gilbert’s teasing had gone past your tolerance. You wondered what the hell had happened and how he worked you up so much without having done much at all. The grazing of his teeth against your fingertips. While the tips of his fingers brushed up and down the insides of your thighs. Your lust-filled eyes looked up at him through your heavy-lidded eyes. A devious smirk slowly spread across his lips as he released his hold on your hand and leaned into your neck. The feel of his hot breath against your skin made you wish his lips would make contact with your skin rather than just your hand. The tingling flutter within your lower abdomen made you realize that maybe there was something more between you and Gilbert than you consciously realized.

However, this was a dangerous game you were both playing as you were out in the open behind one of the pillars in the palace. Anyone could catch you two at any given time, and it would be hell if Clavis caught you so intimately with Gilbert. As you doubted, Chevalier would seek you out, though you were certain Gilbert did this for the reason of someone intentionally seeing you both.

“You can try denying how much you enjoy this rabbit. Though I doubt you’ll want to…”

You gasped as your arms wrapped around him as you buried your face into the curve of his neck and shoulder. He chuckled as you slightly trembled once his fingertips had pressed against the wet fabric of your underwear.

“Mmn…” You whimpered. “More.”

Gilbert narrowed his eye. He was finding it hard to restrain himself, as the bulge in his pants was evident he was just affected by your reactions to his little game with you. However, he knew he would have to stop his fun before he could begin. He was strangely disappointed with the thought of having to discontinue since he had riled you up so effectively. Alas, there was nothing he could do. As much as he wished to play, he needed to have his plans come to fruition. This was merely what would begin to irritate the second prince. Though it was risky going against someone like him, it was equally perilous for Chevalier to pick a fight with him.

“What do you believe you’re doing?”

That voice snapped you out of your desire-filled trance as your eyes flickered to the brutal beast. Gilbert faced Chev and grinned.

“You’ve arrived just on time, and here I thought you wouldn’t show. Impressive.”

An hour ago…

You had just finished dancing with Gilbert when Clavis approached you as you were picking up two stemmed glasses of wine.

“Dearie me, I had no idea you would invite such a dangerous man (y/n).” Clavis remarked with his usual evocative grin.

You were always wondering what Clavis was thinking, and you didn’t have a good feeling about why he had approached you. Your eyes darted to Gilbert, who met your gaze. He seemed amused as you knew he was watching.

“What does it matter?”

Clavis raised his brows before furrowing them a terse smile on his face.

“Do you believe that my beast of a brother isn’t angry with you about this? I bet you don’t even know why he held this ball to begin with.”

You narrowed your eyes, and Clavis showed his usual mischievous expression.

“Pfft…hahaha. So you do know. Perhaps I had nothing to worry about…still it would be nice if you could bend just a little to appease him.”

“Clavis, don’t you think I’ve done enough bending for Chev? I know he has a heart, but if he truly wanted me, he would have said as much.”

Clavis leaned against your shoulder as he gently pressed his cheek against yours.

“I believe he was, however…it seems you’ve angered the beast. Perhaps you can find a way to change his mind. I have faith in you, after all.” He pulled away and patted your shoulder with a chuckled. “Don’t disappoint me now. I wish I could stay and watch, but I must be going.”

You watched as Clavis scurried away, and you shook your head. Some things never change. Making your way back to Gilbert, you hand him the wine.

“What will you do, little rabbit?”

You eyed the obsidian prince suspiciously as if he were already fully aware of the situation. It was eerie the way Gilbert and Chev both seemed to have a sense of everything going on before it even occurred or without being told.

“Nothing. I invited you, so you will remain my partner for the evening, so I hope you are prepared to make good on your word about us dating.” You confessed as you took a drink of wine.

Gil watched as you brought the rim of the glass against your lips and took a sip of the crimson liquid. He brought the glass to his lips to conceal his smirk. He had every intention of following through with the relationship he suggested.

“You can always count on me to follow through. My plans are always thorough.”

You arched a brow as you watched the first prince of obsidian drink the wine you brought him. After he finished the glass, his hand covered the hand holding your wine glass and brought the edge of the glass to your lips.

“Drink, we have a lot we need to do after all.”

You didn’t care for his behavior, though he was correct. If your dating were to be believable, you both needed to make it obvious, and what better way than to be intimate around those who gossip?

Whispers began while you and Gil were making your relationship believable. Voices began to speak of a woman who had managed to strike up a conversation with the king. While you had figured the reason you had come here was that Chevalier had a change of heart, did he change his mind? Did you understand him wrong? You felt your heart grow heavy, and you felt a bout of nausea. Did Chev just invite me to show me he doesn’t love me? To tell me to stop believing I have a chance. That I ever stood a chance?

Gilbert observed your sudden distress from hearing the circulating word of Chev with a woman he favored. Of course, he had a brilliant plan to break that armor Chevalier seemed to wear so well. Despite whatever woman he may be negotiating with purely out of obligation and duty for the kingdom of Rhodalite. It was clear from everything he had observed tonight that you were, in fact, his weakness that would become his downfall. Even a beast of Chevalier’s nature could become jealous and territory over what they rightfully believed as theirs. You were the piece he would use in this strategic game to ensure that his men successfully infiltrated the palace with spies. That way, he could always keep a close eye on Chevalier and know what he was up to. This would only work if he could keep you interested in him as long as possible.

Gilbert pulled you close to him, his lips against your ghosting your cheek.

“Don’t listen, follow me.”

You felt it was easier said than done, as you fought the urge to push back tears. Though it was all dissipated when Gil had backed you against the wall behind a pillar in the palace. It was concealed but not hidden. Anyone paying attention could see you both.

“What are you –“ You were cut off by his index and middle fingers pressed against your lips.

Gilbert removed the space between you both as he lifted the skirt of your dress just enough to use his knee to spread apart your legs and draped the remaining fabric around his leg. His fingers slid off your lips as his face leaned in close to yours. You weren’t sure what he was up to, and you weren’t sure if you wanted to go through with whatever he had planned. You didn’t want your reputation ruined. He caressed your cheekbone with the pad of his thumb before taking one of your hands in his and bringing it up to his mouth. You wondered what he was up to when he placed a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist and then your palm before his lips left lingering touches along each of your fingers. You shivered, and he couldn’t hide his smirk. As he then began to nip at your fingertips. A strange sensation jolted through your body as his teeth took claim to your fingertips one by one. Each graze of his teeth is more tantalizing than the last.

A flood of warmth ran through your body, and you felt your cheeks begin to heat as you avoided his gaze. Just when you thought he was done, he did the same thing to your other hand. You had no idea such a thing could be so sensual.

This is how you arrived at your new current situation in Chevalier’s bedroom.

The tension inside the closed room was suffocating, and you weren’t particularly happy to be inside a room alone with Chev. Especially with how things were left between you last time. You could tell by the look on his face he was displeased. He folded his arms as he stood a foot away from you, icy blue eyes that felt like they were freezing you in place.

You weren’t sure how long the silence was, as neither one of you showed signs of backing down. Though you never expected Chevalier to draw his sword and hold the point at your throat.

“If you want to kill me, then do it.”

Chev clenched his jaw as he pushed the end of the blade, further making an indention in your flesh, and a dot of red beaded out onto the reflective blade. You wanted to laugh. You wanted to cry. He had done something to you before, except this time, he was applying a fixed amount of pressure. You could feel a sting where he had pricked your throat. Then, in a swift motion, Chev pulled back his sword and sheathed it.

In the next second, Chevalier had grabbed your hand and pulled you to him. You parted your lips to speak only to have your mouth captured by Chev’s. A needy, desperate kiss that seemed to say just how much he wanted you. His mouth barely left yours before his lips connected with yours once more. You tried to shove him away, and he picked you up and dropped you onto the plushness of his mattress.

“Chevalier!!”

He pinned your body down beneath him as he narrowed his eyes.

“If you were trying to provoke me. You’ve succeeded, and now I hope you are prepared for the consequence of your actions.”

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crushsblogstories · 10 months

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Camping Trip - Part 2

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Suggestive themes?!

Potential small inaccuracy! Though the exact date s'mores were invented is unknown, the first formal recipe is recorded in the 1927 book. Anne with an E takes place in the early 19th century so they might’ve had or might not have had s’mores, but there is still a chance they did.

Pronouns! Not specified

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants||

PART 1 [] Current: PART 2

-After Arriving-

My POV

We arrived at the forest and walked a short way to a nearby river. Anne, Diana, Josie, and I had shared a carriage, whilst Tillie, Ms. Stacy, Charlie, Ruby, and Moody shared another. The rest of the boys had stuffed in the third carriage (Poor Gilbert). When we departed I remembered the misfortune of Jane, not having been able to come because of a slight cough her parents were worried about.

Finally taking in the river, I almost gasp a–“Wow” breathes Anne, seemingly having read my thoughts. “It’s so- so-” “Romantical?” Diana butts in seeing Anne at a loss for words, “Breathtaking?” Ruby chimes, “Pretty” Tillie finishes in a dazed manner causing us to laugh. “Not exactly.. I believe I am finally at a loss for words” Anne says, looking back at the stream. “Peaceful.” I say, smiling at the sight, “Huh?” says Anne, turning to look at me along with the rest of the girls. “Peaceful,” I repeat, turning to face them as well, “You don’t always need fancy or large words to describe something. I find this scene peaceful” I repeat once more, looking back towards the river, “It’s soft like the dazed state of having just woken up, and calming like reading by a warm fireplace in the dark of night. Peaceful.” I finish. “Y/N…” I turn my head to the sound of Ruby saying my name, “That was.. Beautiful” finishes Diana, Tillie and Anne nodding in agreement. “Oh!- I-” I am cut off by the sound of someone clearing their throat. “Alright everyone. Time set up camp. Pitch your tents and afterwards I’ll need two volunteers to help me with gathering wood and stones for the fire. Understood?” Ms. Stacy explains, receiving nods and yes’s as a reply.

I set up my tent rather quickly, finishing even before Ms. Stacy. As a result, I decided to help the other girls with their tents as they seem to be struggling. I help Tillie first as she is a quick learner and could help someone else soon after. As I thought, she understood quickly and went to help Ruby. Finished with Tillie, I go over to Anne who was struggling the most. “Hey Anne. Need any help?” I offer, “Hm? Oh! Yes please.. I don’t quite understand how these ropes tie into things. No pun intended.” There is a pause before we both burst out laughing. It may not have been that funny but we enjoyed the joke nonetheless. I crouch down to assist Anne and explain where everything goes.

Just having finished, Gilbert approaches. “Um… Y/N?” Gilbert utters, “Yes?” I turn to be met by his gorgeous eyes. “Do.. Do you um.. Need any help with your tent?” He asks, rubbing his neck. I can tell he just wants to spend time together as we didn’t get much time to talk this morning, none at all actually, but there’s one problem… This isn’t my tent. “Oh! Um. I’d love that but…” I trail off not wanting to upset him. “But…?” He repeats, staring intently, “This is not my tent. It’s Anne’s. I finished pitching mine a while ago, it was the first one up.” I say pointing towards my tent. “Oh..” He says disappointedly, “Yeah.. Sorry for bothering.” He turns to walk away but my voice stops him, “But! Anne and I just finished and we’ll need food right? I heard Billy bragging about how he’ll catch a big enough fish for everyone to eat. I doubt that will happen, or that there’s a fish big enough for that here, but if we give it a go we might have a chance at survival.” I laugh, so does Gilbert.

-A Short Minute Later-

We reach the not-so-far river in less than a minute as it’s only a few meters from where we set up camp. Just as I go to say something, we hear an all too familiar voice. “AHEM. Your attention please.” ‘Wow.. The first time I’ve heard Billy say please..’ I think, rolling my eyes in the process “I will help all, and any people who might need help catching fish,” He continues, gathering everyone's attention while some stand closer to hear better. Whilst Billy rambles about how he’s ‘super good at fishing’ I realize he keeps glancing over to me. I think Gilbert seemed to notice as well because he randomly grabbed my hand and kissed it softly. I look over at him and he flashes me a quick, seemingly genuine smile, though I can tell he’s annoyed.

Not seeming to be aware of, though simultaneously breaking the tension, Josie walks between Billy, Gilbert, and I, standing herself in front of the river. “I think I get it… Do we just.. grab them?” Josie says, playing dumb as she reaches in to ‘grab a fish’. SPLASH! Josie falls into the shallow river with a screech. Instead of helping Josie, Billy attempts to stifle a laugh.

Knowing full well of Josie's plan, of which is not working, I go to help her. Walking up, and reaching out a hand. “What. Are. You. Doing?!?” Josie, whisper-shouts, “Helping you.” I whisper back “He’s obviously not going too…” I add. “Ugh” Josie silently groans, she grabs my hand and.. SPLASH! She pulled me in too! ‘UGH! Why do girls like Josie feel the need to act like a damsel in distress all the time and push aside the people who actually try to help!?’ I internally complain.

All of a sudden, Billy doesn’t find the fact Josie fell in so funny. He straightens himself up, clears his throat, standing tall and begins to walk over, Gilbert having started walking a couple seconds beforehand, “You were saying?” Josie whispers, as impertinent as possible. I roll my eyes, ready to help myself up when two hands reach out, preventing me from getting up, but offering assistance instead. I look up, sun shining bright in my eyes, to barely see Gilbert and… Billy?? I look over to Josie and she looks furious. At both me, and Billy.

Turning my attention back to getting up, I grab Gilbert's hand, him pulling me up with little to no effort. “Thank you.” I say with a slight nod, directly to Gilbert, making direct eye contact as I don’t feel like dealing with an angry Josie Pye. Gilbert smiles in response as I turn to Billy. I may not like him as a person, but I will still be polite and have matters with him. “Thank you.” I say, “You’re wel-” He starts with a visible smile, of which I’ve never seen unless with mal-intent, but I cut him off. “Thank you for offering your hand, though Josie fell in first and is still sitting in the water. You were the closest to her though only came to help me after I fell in.” Billy’s almost-smile faltered.

There was a pause. A very short but awkward one. To cut the tension you’d need a very thick saw. Finally, the pause was over when Billy nodded with a slight hum, and went over to help Josie out. “Oh! Why thank you Billy!” Josie said, now out of the water as if the whole ordeal hadn’t happened right before her eyes and her plan hadn’t gone to pieces. Everyone went back to their respective tasks and fun though I could tell Josie was fuming, along with Gilbert. Though he hid it much better.

Me and Gilbert reached where Ms. Stacy had set up the fishing materials, it consisted of nets, wooden spears, and a large tub, assumingly for the fish. I understand why there were no fishing rods as the water is shallow.

“What tactic do you think we should use?” I ask, turning to Gilbert who I now find behind me, looking off across the river in thought. “Gil?” I called, “Hm?” He hums, turning to face me, “Oh! Sorry, could you repeat that?” He asks, playing it off. “Do you want to use the nets or the spears?” I repeat. “Net seems more efficient but spears would be more fun.” He pauses and smiles, “Spears” He finishes still smiling, though I can tell something is wrong. “Gil..” I step closer, only a few inches away. Before continuing, I reach my hand up to cup his cheek, “You ok? You know you can tell me if somethings up. Especially if you’re upset in any way.” I say, starting soft but firming my tone at the end a bit so he knows I’m being genuine. “I know.” He says lightly, tilting his head into my hand and reaching his own up to grasp it. I stare into his eyes worriedly for a moment. Hoping he’ll tell me what is bothering him, what I can do to help. I sigh, choosing to pretend as if I’m not worrying, and to wait until he’s ready to tell me.

-Campfire time-

The sun has set and the stars start creeping out. Everyone is gathered around the fire on logs or on the ground, Moody is sat beside Ruby, both of whom are blushing, avoiding eye-contact, Ms. Stacy is sat on the left end of said log opening a bag of marshmallows to pass around.

On the log to the right of them, Tilly, Diana, and Anne share a log. Continuing to the right, Gilbert and I sit on a log, my head resting on his shoulder as I sit in the very middle of the chopped tree. And the final log has a still angry Josie on the left end and a seemingly nervous Charlie on the right staring directly at Tillie.

Everyone is engaging in conversation, Charlie asked Tillie to go on a stroll with him to which she agreed, and Josie began mumbling to herself of what I believe to be angered statements a while ago. The only silence of the night being mine and Gilbert’s. It was comfortable yet I was still waiting for him to tell me why he was so bothered. I obviously knew it was jealousy, which I must admit was kinda hot, but he usually isn’t as bothered about it and just teases me with ‘I’m glad I got to you first’ or ‘See? You’re so beautiful even ______ wants you!’. This time it was different though, it made me nervous.

“Gilbert?” My voice was soft and quiet though I still saw him jump slightly. “Yes darling?” He replied, “Come with me.” I whisper, grabbing his hand and leading him into the forest. We walk about 7 minutes away from camp in silence. “Is everything alright?” Gilbert asks once we stop by one of the many tall trees. “No, because you aren’t telling me what’s bothering you. I understand if you’re not ready to tell me right this momment, or you never will, but I worry.” I reply, he pulls me closer and kisses my forehead before resting his hands on my waist, “Sorry, it’s just. Billy.” He said. I guide Gilbert to sit under a tree with me, “You never let him get to you. What’s different now?” I ask, confused.

“The whole ride here all he could do was ramble about how lucky I am to be with you and how pretty you are. At some point he even started talking about your figure. I had to change the subject to be about him because he wasn’t interested in any other topic.” Gilbert goes quiet and I turn his head to face me, “Gil..” He cuts me off, “And I won’t say you’re mine because that is objectifying and I would never do that to any woman but I just love you so much and I couldn’t stand him rambling on and on about you and he’s such a—!” I cut him off with a kiss. “I’m yours and you are mine” I reassure with a smile, earning a smile back.

“Want me to prove it?” I ask, my smile forming into a smirk. Gilbert nods eagerly as I begin kissing him, I climb onto his lap to close the gap between us as he pulls me closer by my waist. “I love you Gilbert.” I reassure, he simply smiles back though I know he isn’t upset anymore. We stay like that for a couple of minutes before Gilbert pipes up, “Love, as much as I adore this, we have to head back.” I pause for a moment. “But I don’t want toooo.” I cuddle closer to him as I complain, “Alright, I guess we’ll miss out on s’mores then.” Gilbert says with a smirk, I immediately jump up. “Well?! What are you doing sitting there?! Let’s go!” I begin walking off back to the camp as Gilbert jogs up to walk by my side laughing. “I love you, you know that?” He asks, “Mhm. I love you too. But I adore s’mores.” I say cheerfully, earning a laugh.

-Back at Camp-

Me and Gilbert walk back to camp hand in hand, giggling and laughing. “Oh! Just in time! We were about to make s’mores!” Anne says, being the first to notice me and Gilbert and causing everyone else to look over. Aside from Tilly and Charlie, who are smiling at each other holding hands (very adorably I might add). Me and Gilbert move to sit down in our previous spots on one of the logs. As we do, I feel eyes lingering on me, it’s Billy. I pretend not to notice and may no mind to it.

Marshmallows and twigs are passed around, and people begin to make s’mores. “Oooh! Oooh! Why don’t we tell scary stories?!” Diana pipes up, “Oh! Yes that’s a great idea Diana!” Anne adds. “I’ve got one, but you girls might be too scared to hear it.” Billy says, causing Ruby to shriek and hug Moody tight to which I smiled at. Billy then goes on to tell the worst, least scary, dumbest, story I’ve ever heard,

“Once upon a dark night, there was a boy named Billy. He went out hunting for some dumb fox but ended up getting lost in the forest. Then, suddenly he heard a sound! He screamed, and yelled, and ran! And he found his way back home. But he never found out what that sound was…” As Billy spoke, he tried his best to sound ominous and creepy, throwing in hand movements here and there, but the story was just so bland and stupid that no one was scared, not even Ruby. “AHHHH!” Josie screams, clinging onto Billy helplessly. This act caused me to roll my eyes and rest my head on Gilbert’s shoulder, just observing everyone’s reaction to the situation.

Billy looks to me and sees my unbothered face, he looks a bit disappointed but switches to facing Josie and smiling. The smile is so obviously fake but as they say ‘love makes you blind’ so Josie’s face lights up when Billy says, “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.” 'What a fake' I think to myself. “I’ve got a better story.” Gilbert states, attracting the attention of everyone, and a glare from Billy. I lift my head off Gilbert’s shoulder and shift to face him, knees touching. “Well? Go on.” I smile.

......

“...As she opens the old rusty door, hearing it creak, a shiver runs up her back and her flashlight shuts off. The room is pitch black, even the dim light of the hallway she once stood in not being enough to illuminate her surroundings. She steps in the room, hearing water dripping. 'It's an old house.' She thinks, paying no mind. That’s when her flashlight flickers for a moment. She swears she had just seen a pair of eyes. The flashlight flickers once more, were the eyes getting closer? No. It had to have just been her imagination. The flashlight turns on completely and she’s met with the sight of her best friend, he’s hanging by a rope, tied to his neck. Suddenly, the realization hit her, it wasn’t water dripping she heard, it was…‘AHHHHHHH’ She tried to scream but her mouth was covered by old, dirty hands. The last thing she saw was a figure running past her now fallen, and flickering, flashlight, and hundreds of pairs of eyes staring at her…”

Gilbert finishes his story, an ominous and spooky atmosphere lingers. Diana and Anne are clutching onto one another, Josie is practically on the verge of sobbing into Billy’s arm, Ruby's holding onto Moody, of whom is trying to act heroic and brave though seems almost just as scared, Tillie was surprisingly into the plot whilst Charlie looks completely traumatized, Ms.Stacy looks concerned Gilbert knew such a story or came up with it himself due to all the gore, and I was doing my best not to laugh at everyones reactions.

"Well. Um. Let's head to bed, shall we?" Ms.Stacy says, beginning to pack everything up. "Goodnight my love." Gilbert says, softly pecking my lips. "Goodnight Gil." I smile.

To be continued? (Let me know!)

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d-a-r-l-i-i-n-g · 2 years

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✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Gilbert Blythe x quiet reader with social anxiety. ⚠️ there will be a part where the reader will experience a panic attack⚠ I also have social anxiety and I thought that this would be interesting to write.

This is my first time writing fanfic and I recently fell in love with Gilbert Blythe Enjoy?

Y/N was quiet... For a long time, she stayed like this, it was almost as if she was in her little bubble, she never really cared, she was too tired to communicate with others, they weren't worth her time, and because of this she didn't have many friends, sure she made a couple of friends in her old school but they didn't even last a week before she distanced from them.

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Y/n was in her class just staring out the window, she has been in this new school for a week, and she had learned this lesson already, everyone is okay, and some of the girls are sweet, but she once again didn't want anything to do with them, it's not that Y/N was mean or anything, in fact, other than being quiet she was kind and caring sometimes, too kind, often getting taken advantage off, oh well... Though two people in the class would tease Y/N about her being quiet make it three... Even the teacher Mr Philip would tell her how quiet she was, once again she did not care. But, someone did catch her eye, this boy...this boy with brown curly hair and hazel eyes, his name Gilbert Blythe. Little did she know that this Blythe boy was interested in her, I mean, of course, he has never seen anyone so quiet and peaceful, he had to say he was just a little intrigued by the hushed girl, he would give small glances at the girl, every time she caught him looking at her she would get so timid and turn this bright red immediately looking away, her heart would beat super fast, she was embarrassed she hated when people would look at her. Gilbert on the other hand found it cute, but he decided to stop staring at her, he thought it made her uncomfortable.

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Lunchtime! Finally, y/n being y/n went outside to sit somewhere far away from people it was finally so good to get away from a classroom full of students, though, of course, she heard footsteps, she didn't even look up to see who it was and started to walk away.

"Wait!". The unknown voice called out, why was it so...familiar? She gasped and immediately turns her head back. It was him! The Blythe boy!

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"Your name is Y/N right? I'm sorry if I disturbed you, it's just I wanted to say hello, we didn't get a chance to talk to each other when you first arrived." He grinned.

You were red, redder than a rose, redder than a tamato, redder than...you get it you were getting embarrassed as you didn't want to mess up this conversation with him..so you reluctantly spoke.

"Oh, hello there Gilbert." You quietly said, still looking down, you looked around as your eye landed on Josie and the rest of the girls, ruby had tears in her eyes. Oh no..oh no no no! You thought..the dibs! I forgot that Ruby had dibs on Gilbert, you couldn't do this you didn't need Josie coming at you, your eyes began to water as you panicked a bit. You looked down as you fidgeted with your fingers, you started to overthink it all, what if I run away from this conversation with Gilbert, but that won't do anything gilbert will think I'm weird then! But at least Josie and ruby won't come after me..right? But it's too late! I've already started a conversation... The more you overthink the more you couldn't think as you felt the panic getting to you...run..just get out of here! You finally thought.

Gilbert had noticed something was up, the way you looked around, the way you fidgeted with your finger, heck he even noticed the tears in your eyes, he was about to ask if you were okay when suddenly you ran.

...

Gilbert was shocked. Did he do something to make you run away?

End of part one, sorry if I messed something up-

#gilbert blythe #fanfic #gilbert x reader #social anxiety

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princess-pray-a · 7 months

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Characters: Gilbert, Chevalier, Clavis reader

Paring: Gilbert X reader

Words count: 750

Synopsis : Clavis and KING Chevalier visit Obsidian as Rhodolite representative on birth of Gilbert and former belles (your) child. As Gilbert let's them meet the baby they both witness something that leaves them surprised and smiling in the end .

Gilbert holds his little baby just so precious, his eyes so soft on her his bloodlust gone the room felt so calm like a shrine ! Everyone including Clavis and Chevalier could feel that the conqueror beast was conquered by a little kid , something not even the most genius of men could do . His smile is so care free as he gazes at his little daughter . “ My little tiny bunny , you look soo much like your mother , let daddy protect you ok !?” He speaks to her his tone coated in honey, after coming out from his world of happiness a joy after being a father for the first time Gilbert glances at Clavis and Chevalier .” Fufu look how cute is my daughter Chev I bet you are jealous but you too have been an uncle , And Clavis I hope you won’t drag my little one into your pranks ! But I am assured you will help me like a good friend won’t you !?”. “ The mood grew slightly tense as Clavis understood who it was before him . The conqueror beast was a beast after all now a protective one . Chevalier heaved a sigh “ Ridiculous, I don’t care”. He was almost going to leave the room when Gilbert blocked his way out .” Aha nope nope atleast have a look at her , no wait fufu hold her see for yourself how charming she is!” With the gleeful smile Gilbert hands his daughter to Chevalier , Chevalier who was clearly annoyed now holds the infant with somewhat awkward clumsy handle on her yet being careful not to hurt or drop the little one . When he gazes at her face her brown doe like eyes sparkle and a giggle escapes her lips while her hands extends towards him, trying to grab him , Chevalier who always had even adults cowering at his intense icy gaze felt a sense of warmth and surprise at how this baby was clearly enjoying herself held by a man known as brutal beast , it probably was because she herself was the daughter of the women with the most beautiful heart in rodholite “ BELLE” and the conqueror beast as her father. Chevalier smiled a little the same soft smile he rarely showed some selected people . “ Ah Chev smiled ! Wow she even won over the brutal beast “. Clavis exclaimed . “ hhaha didn’t I say you Clavis … she “ Gilbert was trying to explain about how wonderful his daughter is when he got interrupted, he couldn’t believe his ears “ ma.. ma … mama” his little baby was looking towards the door while held by chevalier, there stood the love of his life mother of his daughter , you , THE WOMEN. WHO ONCE WAS BELLE. That was your daughters first words . You and Gilbert rushed to her but she was not done yet . “ pa.. pa .. papa fuuup “ she called gilbert. Chev holding the baby didn’t know what to do . He was confused why were both you and Gilbert acting so strange its just some words by a baby while Gilbert and you both were tongue tied and almost going to burst to tears. “That’s our baby’s first time speaking “ Gilbert spoke softly . Now he gets it getting to witness a child’s first time speaking is definitely something to behold he realized how warm Gilbert gaze felt . But what he didn’t anticipate was the child’s next move .“ cheu, chewu, chev “ she called out to him with her so precious smile . How could someone so small be so courageous . It wasn’t anything big but it was big for chevalier it was Important for him. And not only him she glance at Clavis and started calling out to him as well “ clai, clavi, Claveshee “ . Now it was Clavis’s turn to run to Chevaliers side “ dearie me ! You are definitely dangerous taming 3 beasts as soon as you start speaking How am i going to leave your side when you call out to me soo lovingly !you are going to be more courageous than your mother who married the world wide disaster !”Captivating the brutal beast , the conqueror beast and the pleasure loving beast all at once with her charms your little baby was definitely was an enigma who was to turn the world upside down ! . You thought as Chevalier handed you your baby while Gilbert pressed a kiss to your forehead ! While the four of you made your way to the gardens to witness something even more wonderful with you little life in arms.

THE END …

A/N CONGRATULATIONS ON MAKING TO THE END ! I was soo much in awwe with the new card for gilbert in jp where emma has been changed to kid it made me write it💓💓💫😌 my hearttt feels blessed hope you like it !!

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mbruben-stein · 2 days

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Hello!, may i ask for a Gilbert bougainvillea with an s/o (gn!) who’s personality is mischievous and caring

I hope your day/night is going great!

Gilbert Bougainvillea with a s/o who’s personality is mischievous and caring.

Gilbert would initially be taken aback by his s/o's mischievous personality, as he is used to a more reserved and stoic demeanor. However, he would soon find himself drawn to their playful nature and the way they bring out a lighter side of him that he rarely shows to others.

Despite their mischievous tendencies, Gilbert would appreciate how caring and thoughtful his s/o is towards him and those around them. He would be touched by the small gestures of kindness they show him, whether it's making him his favorite meal or simply being there to listen when he needs to talk.

Gilbert would find himself smiling more often when he's with his s/o, their playful antics bringing a sense of joy and lightness to his otherwise serious life. He would also find comfort in knowing that no matter how tough things get, his s/o will always be there to support him.

At times, Gilbert may struggle to express his feelings towards his s/o, as he is not used to being open about his emotions. However, he would find solace in the fact that his s/o understands him on a deeper level and accepts him for who he is, quirks and all.

Despite their differences in personality, Gilbert and his s/o would complement each other perfectly. His s/o's mischievous nature would help him loosen up and enjoy the simple pleasures in life, while Gilbert's calm and caring demeanor would provide a sense of stability and security for his s/o. Together, they would create a balanced and harmonious relationship filled with love and understanding.

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violettduchess · 1 year

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A/N: I think like many Gilbert fans, this CG just really struck me. I do not read the Japanese app so I only had the vaguest idea of what is happening but I don't think that matters too much. This is just hoping to capture a feeling, more than plot.

Gilbert x Reader

Word Count: 380

Your arms encircle his waist like the glowing rings of some distant planet. Your cheek presses against the supple darkness of his cloak, above his shoulder blade while your heart burns with the wild yearning to somehow slide right through the material and sink into that intangible coolness of his very essence. The sumptuous black fur of his collar brushes wispy kisses against the skin of your forehead, soft and luxurious. You wonder if his lips would feel as decadent.

He does not move away. His tall, lean body is still, although his blood rushes through his veins with the flare of emotion the press of your arms has ignited.

Is this possible? Are you really embracing him, holding him as close as the protective night sky does its beloved moon? The shadow of a smile crosses his beautiful lips.

He now knows you have missed him.

His expression softens, the sharp lines of his face melting into the radiance of starshine. It is a face schooled at wearing a mask of cutting smiles and one watchful red eye that flickers with a flame of dangerous intelligence, with the diamond glaze of resolve. But as he looks at you over his shoulder, that eye is full of rose-red, petal-soft tenderness. You who reached in, past the thorny brambles of uncertainty, to warm him with the sunshine of your affection, the gently curling tendrils of acceptance and understanding making their way between heavy stones and cracking the carefully constructed walls around his heart.

They crumble with every passing moment he is held in your arms until he finally turns, his fingers in their soft black leather catching your chin, tipping your face up so he can see you, drinking in the sight of you the way a believer would an effigy of the divine.

Your lips part, his name escaping your heart, riding the soft exhale of breath from your lungs.

He is surrounded by rubble, encircled by the dust of his defenses as they disintegrate. The sound of “Gilbert” whispered so delicately has undone him. He bends, a willow in the wind, enfolding you within the velvet shadows of his arms and captures your mouth with his, giving you a taste of cool, intoxicating ambrosia.

You sink into his arms, a soul chosen to enter Elysium by way of Gilbert’s immaculate kiss.

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what-the-dark-has-foretold · 1 year

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I got the Clavis 5 star card within 10 pulls. And a chev and gilbert 5 star before already as well!!!! I literally got all I wanted within 10 pulls holy fuck 😭💪🏾

They are so hot wtf

#the card is literally how clavis grew on me #i used to hate his guts #but now he might soon be my fave 🥺🥺🥺#clavis x reader #clavis lelouch #ikemen prince chevalier #chevalier x reader #gilbert x reader #gilbert von obsidian #ikemen #ikemen prince

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frickingnerd · 9 months

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cuddling with gilbert

pairing: gilbert pronislav / gustave eddie dominic x gn!reader

tags: fluff, established relationship

gilbert isn't much of a cuddler

you'd have to be the one voicing your desire to cuddle, for him to even consider it

most of the time, he tries to squeeze in time for cuddling while he's already doing something else

he'll have you sit on his lap, one arm wrapped around you, while he'll use the other one to grade exams or write letters

or other times he'll cuddle with you right before going to bed, so when he falls asleep during it, it isn't a big deal

gilbert isn't the type of man who needs to cuddle his partner, but if you need cuddles to know that he loves you, then he'll do it!

after all, you do mean a lot to him and he wants you to know that!

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aphroditestempleimagines · 1 year

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The Obsidianite Jewel

A reader x Chevalier Michel fanfiction

Chapter 7a >> Chapters Masterlist

This chapter is nsfw. Read it separately as a Gilbert x Fem!Reader Smut.

Warnings: breath play, fingering, oral (fem receiving), vaginal penetration, orgasm delay, pet names, use of condom (sort of, it's medieval, just be safe kids)

Book Summary: It all started when your fiancé, Prince Gilbert, brought you to the palace of Rhodolite. He hoped he would find the secrets of the princes. Instead, he lost your heart to the brutal beast. However, Gilbert is not going to let your heart wander away easily.

It had been almost a month since your return from Rhodolite. The Obsidianite palace, cold and unwelcoming as it was, was slowly settling in your heart as home. There was a strange sense of safety that only you felt in what was in fact a wolf's den.

You were just finishing up your daily paperwork when you felt Gilbert's hands embrace you from behind.

"How was your day, my dear?", he began kissing your neck. His hands stroke your torso over your dress, sending your heart in a skip. The pen fell from your hand as he nipped at your shoulder. Soon, he was diving one hand inside your bust, the other lifting your chin to draw you into a deep kiss.

"Not as great as yours it seems", you panted.

He continued by unlacing your burgundy gown. His other hand cupped your breast, squeezing it between its fingers.

"Gilbert", you tried to wake him from whatever trance he was in.

The two of you were still in the office, separated by your bedroom by busy public hallways. He gathered your dress under his arm and picked you up in a princess carry, breaking his kiss only after he'd passed through the door. He looked the other way as he snaked a hand between the laces of your dress to tease your nipples again over your thin undergarment. You buried your blushing face in his shoulder and you knew he was smiling about it. He kissed your shoulder blade before bringing the two of you into the safety of his bedroom. He slammed the door with his foot, refusing to let you go.

"We shouldn't be doing this you know", you murmured.

He moved you in his arms so that your legs wrapped around his waist. He pulled you against him, biting at your bust's edge to free your breasts. Once he did, he kissed you fervently, his hands rubbing hard on your clit over your dress.

"Stop me then", he said, but your only response was a long drawn moan as he pressed his thumb hard enough for your chemise to enter your walls with it. Your toes curled and you pulled at his raven locks, gasping at the sensation. "Do it", he said, lightly pinching your nipple with his teeth, "Push me away"

But you couldn't. Not when he was making you feel so good. You didn't sense him walking to the bed before you felt the cold black linen sheets press against your back. He threw away his boots and climbed on top of you. His hands slowly peeled your gown off of you. His fingers traced your body over your chemise, barely touching it. He tapped along the boning of your corset before wedging your legs open. Lodging his knee to press on your cunt, he stripped from his cloak and shirt, taking out his dagger before throwing away his belt. He grazed your skin with its tip and lodged his blade under your white undergarment, ripping it all the way to the edge of your stays. He nicked the sleeves open so he could pull it further down until he removed it completely. You felt the hard lines of the stays press against your bare skin.

He was kissing your breasts, pulled out of the stays. Your hand searched blindly until it found his black cravat. You pulled him up and collapsed your lips on his. His hand snaked beneath your arched back and pressed you against him as he deepened the kiss. Oh, he'd been wanting this for so long. But he was never going to say as much. That would betray how much power you indeed held over him.

He broke the kiss. "I'm gonna make you feel like we're the only ones left alive in the world", he breathed on your lips.

His hands traced your legs, folding them over your body until he secured them on his shoulders. He took the string that held your stays between his teeth and pulled to get the bow undone. His thumb played with your bud as his fingers unlaced the last piece of clothing you wore, before throwing it on the floor.

He blew hot breaths on your shivering body as he descended further down to bury himself between your legs. The black tiger pushed his tongue inside your walls, his red eye locked on your quivering form, revelling at the sight. His ears' thirst for your moans of pleasure was unquenchable.

He focused his kisses further above and explored your walls with his fingers. First one, then two and finally three, curling and pushing in and out of you, searching on your gummy walls for that one spot that would have you seeing stars. He smiled every time you caught your breath, proud of the way he was making you feel. And yet, he never allowed you to climb so high that your only way was to fall down and lose yourself in ecstasy.

"Gilbert", you plead his name, "please"

His thumb and tongue left you completely, only to be replaced by his hand around your waist, turning you around. He guided your ass up, pressing your face over a soft pillow. He traced your spine with his finger before crouching to blow over your sensitized clit.

"Gilbert!", your core clenched around nothing, "please, I need you"

"Need me to do what little bunny?", he kissed your folds and elicitating a gasp.

"Ah....i...i need you inside me"

He turned you back around, pulling you onto his lap. He collapsed his kiss on yours. They were hungrier than you had ever felt them.

"How could I refuse such a request?", he cupped your cheek. You kissed his shoulder as he reached and clothed his hard length before lifting you up and sheathing it inside you. He drank in your expression until he felt his sobriety abandon him.

He guided you down on your back, taking one of your legs and wrapping it around his waist while folding the other over you. He thrust again and again, his lips and teeth marking your torso.

"Tell me", he panted," how much...you want me"

He changed the word from "love" to "want" at the last moment. He needed to hear the former, but the latter would have to do for now. He wanted your heart to completely and to utterly belong to him and no one else, but your thoughts and body would have to do for now. He had never felt so tied down to anything and anyone before. He looked at everything strategically, keeping things close while they were of use. Everything except you.

"I...I want you...Gilbert!", tears of pleasure trickled down the corners of your eyes as his thrusts, though loving, turned rougher.

He rolled your nipples with his thumb, his other hand securing your waist. He had already brought you one orgasm and he was ready to reap a second along with his own. His hand trailed down to play with your most sensitive nerves until he felt you tremble beneath him. He let out a groan the moment he sensed it. Soon after, he pulled out and kissed you fervently while he finished. He wiped your sweat with his thumb before nipping at your bottom lip.

"'Guess they're right after all", he laughed, "I have gone insane indeed. 'Cause I want you too, princess. More than any riches and lands I can conquer"

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tragicromanceisland · 1 year

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Ice and Roses

Chevalier x female reader, Gilbert von Obsidian x female reader

Chapter Three

The evening of the ball

“Are you nervous?” The prince beside you in his usual attire, his crimson eye glancing at you.

“Why should I be?”

Gilbert laughed, and you were astonished he had.

“Are you mocking me?”

Gilbert paused as he faced you, standing off to the side outside the Rhodalite palace as others made their way inside. His gloved hand brushed against your cheek as he leaned forward. You could feel his breath tickle your skin.

“I’m looking forward to seeing how this evening unfolds. Don’t disappoint me, little rabbit.”

Your eyes widened as you felt he was threatening you and to cover up any suspicion from guests who were glancing over at you both. Gilbert placed a few kisses along the length of your neck. Your hands on his chest as you tried to push him away. However, your efforts failed, and you could feel the heat rising to your face. How he could he make anything sensual and threatening at the same time? You were convinced that Gilbert could easily devour you at a moments notice.

“Mmn…” The moan escaped your lips despite your best efforts to prevent yourself from making a sound.

Gilbert grinned as he pulled away. His main goal was to punch a hole in the armor Chevalier wore so well. After all, they were rather similar, and he knew just how to push his buttons to find how just how much of a weakness you were to him. As soon as he showed a hint of what he was looking for, he would make his plan come to life.

You were annoyed. Gilbert had done such a thing in front of so many prying eyes. However, the obsidian prince only seemed to be in a good mood. You both made your way to the palace doors, and an announcer spoke.

“Announcing, Lady (y/n) and Prince Gilbert von Obsidian.”

As soon as you both entered the large hall where guests were gathered in small groups. The gossip began. You felt Gil’s hand gently squeeze yours, though you weren’t sure why he was making such a gesture. You glanced at him, and he grinned as he dipped his head down toward yours and whispered.

“I can already tell this will be entertaining.”

You arched a brow and faced forward, and you knew exactly why he had squeezed your hand. The man you had given your heart and body to was glaring daggers at you. Meanwhile, Clavis looked rather amused, who was now saying something to Chevalier, and that only seemed to make the menacing aura surrounding Chev intensify. Gilbert stood off to the side with you, as you tried your hardest not to look at Chevalier. Despite not wanting to admit it, he looked as handsome as always. Gilbert wasn’t bad, but you couldn’t help but feel a bit uneasy. More guests were announced as they entered, and you noticed a lot of them seemed to be unwed ladies with high status. You were beginning to realize why you felt so uneasy.

The prince beside you leaned in once more, his fingers brushing back a strand of your hair behind your ear.

“Chevalier managed to invite the most eligible women in society. I wonder…are you upset?”

The way Gilbert spoke, always made it seem like he cared so much for you. The warmth he held in his voice was there, but you knew deep down he didn’t mean it. He was trying to get to you while also playing the part of a loving partner to prying eyes. You turned, and your face was now a few inches from his.

“He could choose the most beautiful woman in this room to be his Queen, and I wouldn’t care.”

Gilbert smirked as finally Chevalier seemed to be bothered enough by his interaction with you.

Chevalier had the throne chair set up in the entrance temporarily while he waited for all the guests he invited to arrive. Specifically, he was looking forward to you arriving. When his most trusted guard returned to his side with a correspondence, he was amused. The fact you answered was a good sign in itself. If he had ruined his chance with you, you wouldn’t have returned saying you would attend. He had an agenda. He knew the other princes from the neighboring countries were looking at a way to throw him off guard. What a better way to make the imbeciles believe he was letting his guard down by hosting a fake ball to find a queen. He didn’t need to find a queen he already had one.

His simple prey never failed to make him discover new things about himself he had yet to become aware of. No matter how much he had tried to push you away, whether it be showing you the worst of him or giving you vague pieces of information to figure out what you needed to discover for yourself. You somehow managed to figure it out as excruciating as it was to watch you grasp at straws until you made the discovery yourself.

When he saw you were bringing a plus one, he was sure you were only trying to make him jealous. He found it foolish. Did you really believe that a trick like that would work? He was far superior to any other guy you could ever show up with. He could easily dispose of them. You might hold a grudge against him for how he treated you, but he could easily win you over again.

“Well, how does it feel hosting a ball under false pretenses?” Clavis announced as he approached Chevalier.

Chevalier narrowed his eyes. “Don’t you have anything better to do?”

“I’m afraid not. You see, I’m curious as to who (y/n) brought to this event, dear brother. I have a feeling you may be quite disappointed.”

Chevalier gave his usual icy glare in response.

“Haha…how about we make a bet Chev. I say she comes to the ball with our enemy.”

Chevalier hid his displeasure by keeping an emotionless face, though he was aware of the possibility of you pulling such a stunt. It’s nothing he hadn’t already planned for. He was hoping for it.

“And so, what if she does?”

Clavis raised his brows beforehand, furrowing them. His golden eyes revealed he was skeptical of Chev’s response. Anyone could tell Chevalier had fallen for the belle. Clavis, more than anyone, knew Chevalier had shown favor of you when you had been living with them. So why wasn’t Chevalier reacting how he wanted him, too?

“Hmph…I guess I’ll be the judge of that when (y/n) arrives.”

A small smirk graced Chev’s lips. “I know that simpleton too well. I already know what she is up to.”

Clavis arched a brow he wasn’t sure what Chev knew, and he was a little pissed that no matter how hard he tried to mess with his bastard brother, he seemed to know everything.

They both stood listening to the announcer and guests coming up and greeting Chevalier. When the moment Chevalier had been awaiting, he finally arrived.

“Announcing, Lady (y/n) and Prince Gilbert von Obsidian.”

Chevalier’s icy blue gaze fell upon you. Your shimmering white dress with gold rose embroidery on the bodice. White lace gloves, and you appeared to have grown more elegant within the past few months he had been away from you. However, the one thing that was mystifying him was how he felt about the man beside you.

What is eyepatch planning…?

Chevalier furrowed his brows as he narrowed his eyes at Gilbert. The more he watched the display of affection, the more he realized it seemed staged.

What exactly did you offer that disaster for him to play along with those affectionate displays?

He averted his eyes, annoyed that you were already getting under his skin when you had just arrived. He had no intentions of playing games. His patience was running thin, and he wasn’t going to allow eyepatch to lay claims to his prey. Had you forgotten your place? You had long since given yourself over to him whether you realized it or not.

It wasn’t until Gilbert tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear while whispering something to you that made you turn toward him.

That’s…

He felt a strong urge to kill boiling up inside of him as he stood to his feet and made his way over to you. If eyepatch dared to touch you one more time, he would slice his hand off. He was in hearing distance when he heard you speak.

“He could choose the most beautiful woman in this room to be his Queen, and I wouldn’t care.”

“Is that so?”

He watched as you flinched. You jerked your head in his direction. A smirk spread across his lips as your eyes widened for a moment before you averted his gaze and curtsied.

“You’re Highness. I hope you are well.”

Gilbert smirked. “Such a lovely night don’t you agree?”

Chevalier hmphed as he grabbed your gloved wrist and pulled you close to his body. You were stunned as you struggled to pull away.

“It doesn’t seem like (y/n) likes you anymore. I’ll be happy to steal her away from you, of course.” Gilbert grinned.

Chevalier was not amused and held you still with an arm around your waist as he released your wrist.

“This rabbit is mine.”

“That’s funny, considering she attended this event with me. I won’t hesitate to make (y/n) mine.” Gilbert easily pulled you back to his side. “You don’t wish to make a scene, do you, Chevalier?”

Gilbert grinned as Chevalier said nothing more and turned on his heels, walking off toward a group of people awaiting to speak to him.

You glanced over at Gilbert, stunned.

“Was that necessary?”

Gilbert’s grin turned into a mischievous smirk. “Are you not the woman who Chevalier cares about? I’ll be certain to enjoy my time with you, rabbit.”

You felt a chill run down your spine with the intense crimson gaze, seemingly freezing you in place. As he grasped your gloved hand, she placed your palm against his lips.

“Who knows (y/n) perhaps you’ll receive a better deal from this arrangement.”

You arched a brow, unsure of what he meant. Little did you know that would become the least of your concern of the evening that unfolded.

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crushsblogstories · 10 months

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Camping trip - Part 1

WARNING(S)!

None of these are my characters!

I came up with the plot.

Suggestive themes?!

Pronouns! Not specified

||Wordbank:|| Knickers - Shorts || Trousers - Pants||

Current: PART 1 [] PART 2

It was nearing the middle of spring, as such the weather was warmer. Still the nights felt cold.

Your POV

I wake up to the warmth of the sun kissing my face through the window. I yawn as I stretch, sitting upright in bed. I do my morning routine, washing my face, brushing my hair and deciding what to wear for the day. It takes me nearly 20 minutes to choose as I don’t know what is appropriate for today. See, Ms. Stacy announced to the class about a week ago that we’d be going on a camping trip. Most of the girls groaned and sulked, but Anne and I were ecstatic much like the boys. Anne was excited because, in her words, ‘It will be a great opportunity to learn new things, see new horizons, and oh so many more wonderful things!’ Having been camping with my father before, I can not disagree, but opposed to Anne’s, my excitement was for the memories and the views. Out in the wilderness you can witness so many views you are restricted from in large towns and even small communities like Avonlea. And the memories you make can last for a lifetime. One time whilst camping, I fell into the river trying to grab a shiny rock I found. My dad tried to help but he fell in with me!

Laughing at the memory, I finally decided on a shorter-style dress, stopping a bit higher than the knee so as not to restrict me too much, along with knickers underneath just in case I want, or need to climb. I pack two more dresses along with knickers to match their dress accordingly — pajamas, a tent, some blankets and pillows, cream for bugs, another cream for poison ivy, and an extra set of clothes never hurt anyone right? After checking over everything I look up at the alarm clock on my bedside table, of which I now realize I forgot to set, seeing I have… WHAT? 30 minutes before school starts!? It’s a 20 minute walk, though I meet Ruby half-way and she walks slower than me, making it 30.

I quickly zip my suitcase, running out my bedroom door, down the stairs, and into the kitchen. My father is washing the dishes whilst my mother sips her tea with a large pregnant belly. “Y/N? I thought you left for school with your sisters. Hurry up you’ll be late” My mother starts, “Don’t you have a trip today? There’s toast on the table, hurry up and go.” My father finishes. “Yeah, we’re going camping and will stay out there for two days I believe” I say while I butter my toast, questioning myself on the ‘two’ of which showed in my tone. “Alright I’m off, love you! See you soon!” I yell whilst running out the door. I run as fast as I can in this stupid dress down the path, suitcase in hand, toast in mouth, regretting not grabbing an egg as well.

I’m almost to where I meet up with Ruby as I see her walking just where the paths meet, “Ruby!” I attempt to yell, though the toast in my mouth muffles it. I believe she heard me as she turned to look in my direction, “Y/N! My.. You look out of breath.” She says, adding a small laugh at the end. “I am.” I reply, taking the toast out of my mouth and beginning to walk with her. As we make our way to school we talk about fun and meaningless things, and I finish my toast. We arrive about five minutes before school starts, giving us time to talk to our other friends.

Entering the class with Ruby, I see everyone chatting amongst themselves. Me and Ruby walk over to the girls who are crowding up a desk, and greet them with “hello’s” and smiles, getting them in return.

“So is everyone excited about the trip? I know I am.” I say smiling, when Tillie pipes up. “Well, I’m not so sure.. I hate even the thought of camping! All those bugs, all that dirt…” She trails off when a sudden, “EW!” burst from all the girls but me and Anne. After a short silence, we all start laughing and when we die down, Josey begins to speak. “As much as I hate the thought as well,” she shuffles in her seat to get more comfortable and clears her throat before continuing, “I plan to fall in the river in front of Billy so he helps me out and we have a-” she pauses, cutting herself off to create suspense, “moment!” She squeals out the word as she finishes her sentence. “Awww’s” and more squeals can be heard following the statement, though I stay quiet. I see no point. “What about you Y/N?” Says Diane, her along with everyone else, turning their attention to me. “Huh? What do you mean?” I reply, hoping she’s not asking what I think she is..

“Are you going to do something to get Gilbert’s attention?” Explains ruby, emphasizing Gilbert’s name. “If I want his attention I won’t get it by tripping over my own two feet. I’ll get it another way, like simply calling him over, or tapping him on the shoulder. I’m no damsel in distress and I do not need saving. Nor do I feel the need to pretend as if I do for attention.” I pause, turning my head to look at Josie, “No offense” I add, feeling as though it seemed harshly directed at her, though I was simply stating my opinion on the topic. “None taken.” Josie replies, relieving me a bit.

See, me and Gilbert have been dating since we were 14, so a year now. He is an amazingly kind person, and doesn’t judge people harshly like that Billy Andrews. Gilbert’s also very chivalrous. Not in the sense that he puts his jacket over a puddle I can clearly walk around or even walk through if I feel like it. He understands I can do things for myself. He’s chivalrous in the sense that he goes out of his way to make me happy, or in his words ‘see my face light up’ and ‘see that beautiful smile’. I also must admit he is significantly good with words. ……… OK OK! He’s a smooth talker and I like it.. Happy?!

Snapping out of my self-induced argument, I see the girls are in separate conversations in groups of two or three. I join myself in a conversation with Tillie and Ruby when the boys come up to us, sitting at other desks or simply standing around. Gilbert is sat across from me, and Billy is stood next to him. Our conversations stop as we look at the boys in front and around us, then Billy begins to speak. “Are you guys scared of going camping? I get it. There are such big bugs and maybe you’ll have to touch a– a– a– fish!” He says in a teasing tone. “Oh be quiet Billy!” Diana speaks, though Billy turns his attention to Anne. Ignoring Diana’s statement, Billy begins speaking once more. “Oh but red-head here isn’t scared” Billy carries on the teasing tone leaning closer on the table. “Isn’t that right red-head? Or should I say, boy.” Now fully leaning on the table, Billy smirks as he sees he’s gotten to Anne. “I am not a boy.” Anne says looking straight at him, fists clenched in her lap.

“Are you sure? Cause you-” Billy starts, only to be cut off by me, “That’s enough!” I say standing up from my spot to emphasize the statement I am about to make, perhaps to dramatically but oh well. “I see no problem in being excited about going camping. I am excited about this expedition as well and I definitely know you are too because it was all you could talk about last Friday! Shall I pester you about it too?” There was a silent pause as I finished my enraged statement. He always picked on Anne the most. She’s told me how it makes her feel helpless as no matter how much she retaliates he continues the pestering. How she feels like just giving up at this point. So, I stand up for Anne when she won’t for herself. I get it, it can be hard after so long with the feeling of getting nowhere.

Out of the corner of my eye I spot Gilbert with a slight smile on his face whilst he looked at me. Billy looks down as all eyes shift from me, to him. “I’m… sorry…” Billy says, shocking everyone. I regain my composure quickly and speak once more, “Are you saying that to me or Anne?” I ask, keeping a firm tone. Billy raises his head slowly and looks at me for a second before turning his attention to Anne, “I’m. Sorry… Anne…” Billy says once again. Anne, still shocked, says “I-it’s… a-alright?” It came across as more of a question as she was still confused by what had just transpired. Not too many minutes later Ms. Stacy enters, coming from outside. “The carriages are here, you may pick who you ride with. Get your belongings and head outside” Ms. Stacy states.

(I know running with toast in the main characters mouth being late for school is an overused clishé, but it's pretty mch the only portable-breakfast they eat consistantly back then without needing a container)

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