#natural diamond dealers

[houseoflgd]

Mastering the Art of Lab-Grown Diamond Engagement Rings: 4 Expert Insights

Shopping for an engagement ring is more than just a task; it's an emotional journey that leads to a symbol of love and commitment. At House of LGD, we understand the significance of this moment, and that's why we're here to guide you through the world of lab grown diamonds. Our exquisite collection and expert insights make finding the perfect ring an unforgettable experience.

1. Learn the 4Cs: Your Diamond's Blueprint

Understanding the 4Cs – cut, color, clarity, and carat – is your compass in lab-created diamonds. These factors are the essence of a diamond's quality and beauty, whether natural or lab-grown. Dive into the details and discover how these parameters shape your dream engagement ring.

2. Decide on the Diamond Shape: Express Your Unique Love Story

Lab-grown diamonds offer a breathtaking array of shapes, from classic round cuts to romantic hearts and dazzling emeralds. Your choice of form allows you to craft a custom-made engagement ring that speaks to your love story. It's your chance to infuse a personalized and unique touch into your HPHT diamond engagement ring.

3. Analyzing the Cut: Where Brilliance Meets Perfection

Please don't confuse the diamond's shape with its cut. While the body defines its outline, the amount is all about the facets that make it sparkle. The cut quality significantly impacts the brilliance of your lab-created diamond. Our experts will help you navigate this crucial aspect to ensure your ring shines perfectly.

4. Decide on the Metal Band: Elevate the Aesthetic

The metal of the band is more than just a backdrop; it's an integral part of your engagement ring's overall appearance. Choose wisely from options like yellow gold, white gold, rose gold, and platinum to complement your lab-grown diamond, IGI diamonds, etc. Each metal adds its unique touch of glamour while ensuring the ring's longevity. For those looking to add a touch of investment savvy, consider gold bullion, which can be used to craft your engagement ring and other jewelry pieces.

Opting for lab-created diamonds is a choice that combines elegance, ethics, and affordability. The House of LGD offers various shapes and quality options to suit your preferences while respecting your budget.

Experience the brilliance of sustainable gems at the House of LGD, one of the leading lab grown and natural diamond dealers. Explore our collection online, including buying CVD diamonds online, and elevate your jewelry collection with the best shine. Your journey to stunning lab grown diamonds in Dubai begins here.

Original Source: https://houseoflgd.blogspot.com/2023/09/mastering-art-of-lab-grown-diamond.html 

[losangelesdiamondseller]

Los Angeles Diamond Rings: Style, Luxury, and Timeless Beauty

Los Angeles, a city synonymous with luxury, fashion, and celebrity culture, is also a prime destination for exquisite diamond rings. Whether you’re searching for an engagement ring, a custom-designed piece, or a timeless investment, Los Angeles Diamond Ring offers an unparalleled selection of high-quality diamonds and innovative designs.

The Diamond District: A Hub for Quality and Variety

Located in Downtown Los Angeles, the Jewelry District is home to hundreds of wholesalers and retailers offering a vast array of diamonds. From classic solitaires to intricate vintage settings, shoppers can explore various styles and price points. The competitive market in this area often allows buyers to find high-quality diamonds at more affordable prices compared to traditional retail stores. Additionally, many jewelers provide custom design services, allowing customers to create one-of-a-kind pieces that reflect their unique tastes.

Luxury Boutiques and High-End Designers

For those seeking premium craftsmanship, Los Angeles is home to some of the world’s most renowned jewelry designers. Beverly Hills, in particular, hosts prestigious brands such as Harry Winston, Cartier, and Tiffany & Co. These luxury boutiques offer meticulously crafted diamond rings that exude elegance and prestige. Whether opting for a classic round-cut diamond or an avant-garde design, shoppers in this upscale market can expect exceptional quality and service.

Custom and Independent Jewelers

Many couples and collectors prefer working with independent jewelers who specialize in custom engagement rings. Studios across LA, from West Hollywood to Santa Monica, provide personalized services where clients can select their own diamonds and settings. Popular local designers emphasize ethical sourcing and unique artistic designs, ensuring that each ring is both stunning and responsibly crafted.

Understanding Diamond Quality

Before purchasing a diamond ring, it’s essential to understand the Four Cs: Cut, Color, Clarity, and Carat Weight. The cut determines a diamond’s brilliance, while color and clarity affect its purity and overall appearance. Carat weight influences size and price, making it crucial to balance these factors based on personal preferences and budget. Reputable best diamond jewelry store provide certification from institutions like the Gemological Institute of America (GIA), ensuring authenticity and quality.

Trends in Los Angeles Diamond Rings

Los Angeles is a trendsetting city, and its diamond ring styles reflect the latest in fashion and innovation. Some current trends include:

Vintage and Antique Styles: Art Deco and Edwardian-inspired rings are gaining popularity, offering timeless elegance.

Halo Settings: A central diamond surrounded by smaller stones enhances brilliance and creates a luxurious look.

Colored Diamonds and Gemstones: Unique hues like yellow, pink, and blue diamonds add individuality to traditional rings.

Sustainable and Ethical Diamonds: With increasing awareness, many buyers opt for lab-grown or conflict-free diamonds.

Conclusion

Los Angeles offers an unparalleled experience for diamond ring shoppers, combining luxury, craftsmanship, and innovation. Whether purchasing from the Jewelry District, high-end boutiques, or independent designers, buyers can find the perfect diamond engagement rings Los Angeles to symbolize love, commitment, or personal style. With endless options and expert craftsmanship, LA remains a premier destination for those seeking the perfect sparkle.

[starkeyisthelastname]

pregnancy sex with dealer!rafe???

how this violent man would be so gentle with you during pregnancy sex… 😩

It was in Rafe’s nature to be rough, despite growing up living a lifestyle most wished they had, he got into the trap life at a young age. He’s been in an out of jail, nearly killed someone on many occasions, and just didn’t give a fuck because he could get away with it. He loved sex, and had always been the one to put a girl in her place, or wrap a hand around a throat and squeeze. Even with you his princess, your sex life usually consisted of choking, slapping, getting your shit drilled in with no mercy at times, because you both loved it, and Rafe saying the most nastiest shit to you as he pounded you out. But you being pregnant with his first child had him fucking you in a whole different type of way. Rafe hated when people said “making love” but, this was some passionate sex that had you both feeling an overwhelming amount of pleasure. Especially you and your pregnancy hormones as you grew further along.

It had been a day the two of you spent together, Rafe spoiling you by treating you to a mani/pedi, of course making sure you and his baby were fed, and going shopping for your expected little one. You weren’t sure what it was, but that night you needed him, and he sure was giving it to you.

“Daddy…” You moaned softly, the feeling of Rafe slipping inside you and filling you up was almost too much to handle with your hormones right now. He had your hips angled up, pillow underneath your back to make sure you were comfortable as you were nearing the end of your pregnancy.

Rafe’s massive hands came to rest on your large baby bump, toned hips slowly thrusting into you to give you those deep strokes. His blue eyes raked over your figure, and how beautiful you looked. Swollen tits, spilling out of the cream colored little slip dress you wore to bed, smooth round belly to remind him that you were giving him his first child, pretty cunt so fucking wet. He couldn’t help but groan at the sight, eyes traveling back up to the gorgeous face he couldn’t ever get enough of.

“There you go mama, let daddy make you feel good.” Rafe said in a low voice, eyes rolling back a little as your cunt felt like an ocean. “Pussy’s so fuckin wet for me..” He whispered, thumbs rubbing the smooth skin of your belly.

As much as you loved when Rafe was rough with you, something about him slowing it down, had you feeling an intense pleasure growing already in the pit of your stomach. “Needed you… daddy.” You whined, hands coming out to run down his toned chest.

Rafe could get use to hearing that forever, and oh did he plan on it. As he leaned down, you almost let out a gasp as you felt him even deeper. He buried his head into your neck, letting you cling onto him like a lifeline as he whispered sweet yet dirty shit in your diamond covered ear. “You got me mama, yeah? Don’t ever forget that shit.” He rasped out, making your head feel dizzy.

[notapradagurl7]

Hooked On You. Pt.1

Black OC! x Woody McClain as "Cane Tejada" from Power Book II: Ghost.

Summary: Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center. Until she becomes hooked on Cane Tejada, her rival. Reader's Name: Deja.

(a/n: Here is a mini-series for this fine man right here! Please likes, reblogs and comments are encouraged, don't forget to support. Make a request if you like, don't be scared to show some love! I don't bite )

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@westside-rot @mama-2001

                   

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Her black timberlands clicked up the concrete steps, the wind brushed against her richly pigmented face. Her manicured hand gripped the brass doorknob and strolled into the medium-sized living room. Her brown pupils scanned the space, taking in the four amber-orange painted walls surrounding her, the walls were adorned with a few family picture frames and artwork. The scent of weed and cologne filled her nostrils while the door slammed shut behind her. Her eyelids widened in shock.

With lightning-fast reflexes, she spun on her heel and retrieved her sleek Beretta Model 81 from her handbag. Waving the gun, she pressed it firmly against his forehead, her face dark and threatening. she recognized the man before her, her eyes narrowed and she smacked her lips in distaste. "You're not exactly who I want to see right now," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "It's like that now? You ain't happy to see me, baby?" Cane grinned mischievously, his fingers deftly moving the gun away from his forehead. Unfazed by her fierce demeanor, he met her glare head-on.

The notorious drug dealer, Cane Tejada, was both her sworn enemy and secret lover. As the oldest son of the powerful Tejada dynasty, his influence was felt throughout the city.

"What the fuck do you want Cane? I'm busy right now, and aren't you supposed to be talking with your mom or still stalking Tariq around his campus?" Deja snapped bitterly, uninterested in his presence.

Deja was the second child of the Pierce family, sandwiched between her older sister, Diamond, and her younger sister, Destiny. The Pierces were renowned in their ways for their business in the drug cartel, with Deja's parents, Dana and Divine, at the center.

Despite their initial hopes of steering their daughters toward higher education, the girls all eventually became entangled in the family business. Growing up quickly, their gentle natures were hidden behind their cutthroat tendencies.  Diamond was the cool and cutthroat one, while Deja exuded a silent but deadly intelligence. Meanwhile, Destiny was the most ruthless and cunning of the trio. These sisters were the epitome of a little sugar, spice, and everything not so nice.

The Pierce and Tejada families had been at odds for as long as anyone could remember. If any member of either clan happened upon the other, an altercation was sure to follow - and it wouldn't be pretty. But unknown to their parents and siblings, Deja and Cane had been engaging in a secret rendezvous. Their first intimate encounter was meant to be a one-time thing, but Cane couldn't resist the urge to see her again.

The problem was that Deja was just as hooked as he was. She couldn't stop thinking about how he had touched her and the intense way they had locked eyes and lips. They were like addictive drugs to each other, and now they were hopelessly entangled.

It was one night at some random party, after a few drinks and almost killing each other but there were too many people around. The two of them ended up in a drunken make-out session and had the best-drunk sex in the bathroom, that night was one to remember but left them wanting more. Guilt settled in Deja after the first night but shortly faded away when they crossed paths, he longed for her touch while she tried to forget about him.

The forbidden lovers have been seeing each other ever since that first night, it was real bad.

Deja sported a black tee long-sleeved shirt and matching hoodie that hugged her frame, while her black jeans pooled around her legs. Her ginger box braids swayed at her elbows, and a black beanie kept her head warm against the upcoming cold weather. Black timberlands adorned her feet, tied neatly in a little bow. A gold necklace with her initial 'D' hung around her neck, and small glinting gold hoop earrings slowly swung from her ears. Her lips sparkled with clear lip gloss, completing her edgy yet chic look.

"First of all, My mom is too busy with her own shit anyway, and fuck that bitch ass nigga Tariq, I'm only here to see you and what your fine ass is up to.." Cane flirted seductively, his eyes raking down to her backside. She had a hold on him that he seem to couldn't shake.

"It was one night Cane! I have a boyfriend now, so this little fling between me and you is dead. You know damn well we can't be seen together because of our families right?" Deja snapped, her words filled with bitterness as she knew he didn't care about the gravity of their situation.

Cane's annoyance grew, his face twisted in frustration. He rolled his eyes at her and strode towards her with his arms folded behind his back. His head shook disapprovingly as he let out a tsk under his breath. She lifted her head, only to have him press his hand against the wall above her, causing her steps to stumble and hit the wall behind her.

"You're cute when you try to act tough. Clearly, he ain't fucking you right the way I do..." Cane whispered into her ear, relishing in her bashful blush on her face. "That nigga doesn't know how to handle you the way I do. You're mine." He declared, licking his lips with possessiveness.

Deja clutched her gun in her hand while it was still hanging at her sides, she wanted to smack him across with her gun to shut him up but she remained still and silent, "That's bullshit. You think I'm yours just 'cause we fucked? Boy please..." She fibbed, she knew he was right, he was only one that can handle her, her mind replayed memories of their recent tryst.

"Are you really going to let me be wrong without even walking out that door?" Cane teased, a sly smirk playing on his lips as she gripped the collar of his black hoodie with her hands.

Without a second thought, she pulled him in and pressed her lips against his, the passion between them igniting like a spark in the night. As they kissed, she couldn't help but moan with pleasure, the temptation too strong to resist.

♡♥︎♡

"Deja, are you okay?"

She heard her older sister's voice, Deja lifted her head from her phone and swiftly tucked it away in her pocket. She adjusted her beanie, attempting to conceal the exhaustion that lingered on her face. "I'm fine," Deja replied with a forced grin. However, her response was far from the truth.

"Are you sure that you're alright? After all, didn't you stop by the stash house and go to Romeo's house?" Diamond asked in concern, Her attention was drawn to the dark purple marks on her neck, indicating that it was Romeo, given their nearly six-month relationship.

"Yep I did, Romeo loves to leave hickeys on my neck when we fuck sooo..." Deja chuckled sheepishly, she tried to mask the scent of weed and cologne from her clothes with a spritz of rose-scented perfume on her neck and attire.

Diamond's eyes grew wide as her sister's words hit her. She instinctively held up her hands in defense. "Gross, okay, okay! Spare me the details. If you didn't want to talk about it, you could have just said so," Diamond retorted. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, there's a party for Destiny tonight. She's really hoping you can make it, if you're not busy with Romeo or selling at the stash house." Diamond left the room, giving her sister a small smile.

With a frustrated groan, Deja collapsed onto her mattress, the springs creaking beneath her weight. She couldn't stand the burden of hiding this forbidden affair from her loved ones any longer.

Yet, whenever she was with Cane, the guilt seemed to scatter, replaced by a thrilling feeling. She yearned for his touch and the rush it brought her. But tonight, she hoped to avoid him. Her phone buzzed, and she fished it out of her pocket, heart racing as she saw the sender's name: Cane.

Cane. 🥷🏾🖤

Text me back whenever you want to see me again.😏

♡♥︎♡

Deja decided to stay home and told her family that she was spending time with Romeo which was a lie, it was better than the painful truth that her enemy blowing her back out and his dick was out of this world that she couldn't tell nobody. She couldn't go to the party because he could show up and get himself killed but to Cane, Deja's pussy was so good that he had to hit it again and risk it all.

Deja was startled by a sharp tapping on her window, causing her to flinch and quickly turn her gaze in that direction. There, standing outside with a smirk on his face was Cane, and Deja's heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Without hesitation, she rushed over to the window and slid it open, allowing him to climb inside. "Cane?" he stepped into her medium-sized bedroom, Cane scanned the space with a curious eye.

"Is your family home?" Cane asked her, sliding the window back down behind him.

"No they're not home but what are you doing here?" She asked him, as if she didn't know the real reason.

"You know, I couldn't stay away," Cane replied, his voice low and seductive. "I need you, Deja."

Deja knew she should push him away, but she couldn't resist. "I need you too.." She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a passionate kiss. They fell onto her bed, and Cane began exploring her body with his hands.

♡♥︎♡

Deja laid flat on the light green sheets with her delicate hands clutching the sheets beside her head. Her back arched high in the air, her stomach pressed against the soft fabric while Cane's hands held onto her wide hips. He gave her fast, rough thrusts from behind, his eyes fixed intently on her backside while it clapped against him. "Oh fuckk! Cane!" her eyes rolled back while he penetrated her pussy deeper and deeper. She felt every inch of him pulsate in between her wet walls while he passionately kissed up her arch, giving her complete pleasure. How could this be wrong when he feels so right?

She knew that she was cheating on her boyfriend and going behind her family's back but the pleasure that Cane was giving her was just too good to pass up. She could feel her body tensing up as she approached her climax, and Cane knew it too. He reached around and his thumb started to rub her clit, "I-i'm cumming!" she came undone on his thick member, As she lay there, panting and trying to catch her breath.

Cane quickly flipped Deja on her back with him slipped back into her eliciting a girlish moan from his lover while he resumed roughly ramming into her, "Oh fuckk, I love this dick.." Deja blurted in between his jagged thrusts, her fingernails digging deeper into his shoulder blades while he latched his hands around the sides of her neck, "Does he fuck you like this?" he gruffly groaned, throwing his head back from the immense pleasure, "Say it.." he spat, he roughly smacked her thigh, feeling her wetten his dick up even more causing him to darkly chuckle.

Deja's mind was a blur of pleasure while Cane resumed ramming into her. All she could see was stars when he hit that spot. She dug her heels of her feet into his back, "No, he doesn't!" she cried out, her voice rising with each thrust. Cane groaned raspily, "Say you're mine.." his fingernails digging into her thighs, seeing the pigment turn red. He plunged himself into her again and again. "I'm yoursss.." She slurred out, throwing her back into the pillow as she was consumed by the overwhelming pleasure.

She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her. Cane's breath was in her ear, "I'm yours too..." he groaned from seeing how wet his dick was getting every time he went in and out of her, making it glisten underneath the dim light, "Damn baby.." he moaned, his slim gyrated into her wetness at a slow pace,

Deja's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, leaving her gasping for air. "I-cumming!" she announced, her body trembling underneath him. She came undone on his dick, Cane swiftly pulled out of her, he came on her stomach. He collapsed on top of her, his chest heaving Deja wrapped her arms around him, holding him close as they both tried to catch their breath. She knew that what they were doing was wrong, but she didn't care. All she wanted was more of Cane's deliciously forbidden touch.

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Please excuse any grammar mistakes ❤️

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics where Louis is a villain of some sort as requested in an ask I can no longer find oof Hope you see this rec whoever asked for it! If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other fic recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

💀 Wanted Most by BornOnABeach

(E, 156k, thief Louis) Louis Tomlinson is a thief, and a damn good one at that. Most have heard of him. Most don't understand him. And Harry Styles is the FBI agent who can never seem to catch him.

💀 Cover Me with Jewels by ShatteredGlassHouse / @larryislove

(E, 55k, thief Louis) the one where Louis is a jewel thief and dating Harry Styles, the heir to a designer jewellery business empire, but Louis worries Harry will discover him, so he disappears for five years. 

💀 Tied Down by HamPalpert

(E, 48k, drug dealer Louis) The most interesting case in Liam and Niall's careers falls directly into their laps, courtesy of an epic fuck-up of one Harry Styles, partner to the almost-infamous drug dealer Louis Tomlinson. 

💀 I'll Throw Away My Faith (Just To Keep You Safe) by @theboyfriendstagram

(E, 42k, assassin Louis) AU. Harry Styles is an MI6 agent on a mission to find out who’s planning on killing the Prime Minister. Louis Tomlinson is a wanted professional assassin, hired by the MI6 to kill whoever wants to kill the Prime Minister.

💀 Please, Deceive Me by Larringiscaring

(E, 42k, thief Louis) Louis robs casino's with his ex-boyfriend, and Harry trusts a criminal a little more than he should

💀 no pressure, no diamonds by @karamelised

(E, 42k, thief Louis) Louis is a thief, Harry a grifter. They are thrown together for a huge diamond heist in Paris, where their past soon catches up to them.

💀 Buried Like Treasure by QuickedWeen / @becomeawendybird

(E, 40k, thief Louis) Semi-retired thief Louis Tomlinson has been pulled in for one last job: steal a painting from an uninhabited mansion. Neither one of them expects a natural disaster.

💀 The Risen (series) by @creamcoffeelou

(E, 28k, cult au) In search of the next breaking story, Harry goes off to do something no one else has been able to do: get the scoop on Louis Tomlinson and his devoted group of followers.

💀 For You, I Will (I Don't Believe in Magic, but) by theweightofmywords / @lil0

(E, 17k, criminal Louis) Louis leads two lives, when all he wants is a simple one with Harry.

💀 focal point by rainbowsandgucci

(M, 8k, thief Louis) By the time you read this, I’ll be gone, so don’t bother looking. Last night was lovely, Harry, I’m sure you agree. Sorry to run, but that’s just how life works sometimes, I’m sure you understand. Don’t forget about me. xx P.S. Thanks for the money

💀 Daisy by Jennifer_Kaid / @poetsreprieve

(E, 3k, mob au) An assassin who lurks in shadows, who kills with a detachment towards his victims, their death always displayed artfully for anyone who stumbles upon the corpse once his work is done.

💀 Stealing My Trust by Phillipa19

(E, 3k, organized crime) Harry hates the danger Louis' 'job' puts him in, but no one ever said being in love with a criminal would be easy.

💀 we're swimming with the sharks until we drown by velvetnoodle

(T, 3k, thief Louis) There’s only one thing that makes Harry’s job on the casino floor bearable, and that’s a chance to grab the attention of the mysterious man who frequents the establishment often.

💀 How to Catch a Christmas Tree by Anonymous

(E, 2k, omegaverse) It's two days until Christmas and Harry needs a Christmas tree.

💀 Marionette by Anonymous

(E, 2k, witch Louis) Harry is a vampire on the hunt. He doesn’t know that he’s not the top of the food chain.

💀 The shape I've made you into by flamboyo / @riverswater

(M, 1k, established relationship) "Sometimes, I wish you'd hit me."

💀 Twenty-Eight by @beardyboyzx

(M, 1k, spy au) Agent Harry Styles has finally caught his nemesis, but there's a knot in the plot he's not ready to detangle.

- Rare Pairs -

💀 To Catch a Thief by StormDancer

(E, 49k, Zayn/Louis) There are some rules even thieves have trouble breaking. Marriage vows, for instance.

[rakubalka]

The Black Clover AU I Accidentally Made

I'm gonna be honest what started as me just wanting to explore and develop Noelle's magic kinda turned into a rather big au touching politics , economics , culture , the place of magic and mana In a world and its effects and some more .

And because of me exploring the idea we end up with some rather strange and comical consequences . Some of which are :

Asta being a license doctor

Finral mere theoretical existence being terrifying to people in economics

Yami being a god damn enigma to the people of the Clover Kingdom

Noelle disinheriting herself from the Silva family

Asta being a drug dealer

Yuno being on drugs on a regular basis

Capitan Jack consistently trying to steal Asta for the Green Mantis

Yuno being a terror to the Golden Dawn because he reads and rereads most if not all of the books on law and history in the squads library when he's bored

Yami and Finral being each-other's impulse control

ThePoisonQuarter™ consistsing of Gordon , The Guy with the poisonous plants , Mimosa and The Mushroom guy

Yuno having what is essentially God on spied dial and willing to dial the number of God to rat out anyone rude to his brother

Asta being undetectable to most people and scaring them because of it

Noelle learning how to use multiple weapons and being a menace for it

The Blue Roses trying to make Asta their squad head doctor

Yuno using his training as a Shepard™ to deal with the Golden Dawn as their Vice Capitan and later on as the king to the Spade Kingdom

Vanessa messing with Fate to untold amount

Yuno being absolutely terrifying on a broom with only Asta willing to be on it with him flying it

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to deal with the fact that if the current king of Clover doesn't stop being an ashole to their Patron God's favorite humans , he will probably become the new king of Clover

Asta and Yuno acting as actual siblings and terrifying people with it

Finral issuing treats of himself both stop mitigating damages and starting to personally sponsor his squad if someone tries to make the Black Bulls budget smaller

Hage village potatoes being very important to the world building

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to deal with the very real fact that he might become the King of the Diamond Kingdom

Noelle being a genuine reincarnation of a God

People needing spells to amplify sound to try and come close to Asta's voice

The Gods™ and their almost constantly going on wars having Consequence™

Finral being overpowered

Charmy being terrifying

Demons and Spirits both wanting Asta and at the same time wanting him dead

Klause trying to reign his two gremlins and becoming Capitan without realizing it

Asta and Yuno referring to themselves as twins specifically as the Winterfirst™ twins or as most people in the Clover Kingdom knows them The Winter's Brothers™

Magna being the second fastest person on a broom in the Clover Kingdom

Zora learning illusion magic and terrorizing people with it

Yuno , Mimosa and Klause being honorary Black Bulls members because of how much Yuno breaks into their base with those two

Asta being a honorary Blue rose member

Everyone wondering if Meroleona is also a reincarnation of a God or if she's JustLikeThat™ naturally

Asta knowing how to use a bow and being terrifying with it . And later on teaching Noelle how to use it and making her also terrifying with it

Fuegoleon Vermilion having to face the reality that he is probably gonna end up as king

Asta probably being the best hunter in the Clover Kingdom if not the continent

If you any have questions please ask them

[mintyys-blog]

Steve x popstar reader

What would happen when they did they were disguised as performers (singers) while no one suspects them

MELODY— steve rogers x popstar! reader

WARNINGS:

The mission was simple in theory—blend in, gather intel, and get out. But for Steve Rogers, nothing about pretending to be a pop star felt simple.

Y/N stood in front of him, arms crossed and eyes sparkling with amusement. “Come on, Rogers. You survived World War II and fought aliens. How hard can it be to sing backup?”

Steve huffed, shifting his weight awkwardly. “I can handle a shield better than I can hold a tune.”

She grinned, stepping closer. “Lucky for you, I’m a great teacher.”

⸻

It started in one of the empty S.H.I.E.L.D. training rooms, transformed into a makeshift stage. Y/N perched on a stool with her guitar, while Steve stood across from her, looking about as comfortable as a cat in water.

“Okay, Captain,” she teased, strumming a few chords. “You’re just backing me up. No pressure. Just follow my lead.”

He glanced at the lyrics in his hand, brow furrowed. “And if I mess up?”

“Then you’ll blend in with half the pop stars out there,” she quipped.

That earned a chuckle from him, but when he opened his mouth to sing, it was… not terrible, but not great. Flat, stiff, hesitant.

Y/N winced but kept her smile. “Okay, not bad. You’ve got the soldier grit, but maybe less of the ‘about to fight a war’ energy and more ‘about to melt hearts on stage.’”

Steve gave her a look. “I’m not sure my heart-melting skills are as sharp as my combat ones.”

Y/N stepped closer, lowering her voice. “That’s funny, because I’m pretty sure you’ve been melting hearts since 1943.”

Steve’s ears reddened.

⸻

The night of the mission arrived, and the grandeur of the gala was enough to make Steve feel out of place. Crystal chandeliers, guests draped in diamonds, and a stage that looked too polished for comfort.

Y/N shone effortlessly, dressed in a sleek, shimmering gown that caught the light with every step. She looked like she belonged here, and Steve… well, he’d never felt more like Brooklyn’s own fish out of water.

“You ready?” she whispered, looping her arm through his.

“No,” he said honestly.

Y/N grinned. “Perfect.”

⸻

When they stepped onto the stage, the crowd erupted in polite applause. Y/N greeted them with a dazzling smile, and Steve stood just a step behind her, trying to look natural.

The music started. She sang effortlessly, her voice smooth and captivating. Steve’s role was simple—stay close, offer harmony when needed, and mostly just look the part.

But Y/N wasn’t making it easy.

Halfway through the song, she turned to him, her eyes glinting. She stepped closer, brushing her fingers along his arm, her voice dropping into something sultry.

Steve’s breath caught. Was this part of the act? Or was she teasing him?

He recovered quickly, offering a small, crooked smile, and sang his next line. His voice wasn’t perfect, but it was enough. The crowd loved it.

And maybe… he kind of loved the way Y/N’s gaze lingered.

⸻

After their set, they mingled with the crowd, keeping up appearances. Y/N charmed the guests effortlessly, laughing, sipping champagne, and gathering whispers of intel. Steve stayed close, watchful, pretending to be the quiet, mysterious musician type.

But every so often, she’d glance over her shoulder, meeting his eyes with a knowing smile.

“You’re enjoying this,” he murmured when they crossed paths by the bar.

She arched a brow. “Of course. I love performing.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

Y/N’s lips curled. “Maybe I’m just enjoying seeing you out of your element, Captain.”

He took a slow sip of his drink, holding her gaze. “I’ll remember that next time we’re on a mission.”

⸻

The mission took its turn when their target, a known arms dealer, caught onto their act. Suspicion flared in his eyes. His guards shifted closer.

Steve didn’t hesitate. He reached for Y/N’s hand, murmuring, “Time to go.”

She didn’t argue. They slipped backstage, navigating through winding hallways. The thrum of music and laughter faded behind them.

Footsteps echoed. Guards were coming.

Steve scanned the area. “Back door?”

Y/N nodded toward an emergency exit, her grip tightening on his hand. “This way.”

They burst into the night, the cool air sharp against their skin. Steve didn’t let go until they were blocks away, lost in the shadows of the city.

⸻

Back at their safehouse, Y/N collapsed onto the couch, kicking off her heels with a groan.

“Well,” she said breathlessly, “I think we pulled it off.”

Steve chuckled, sinking down beside her. “Barely.”

There was a pause, heavy with unspoken things. The closeness on stage, the lingering touches, the heat of their gazes. It hadn’t all been an act.

Y/N glanced at him, her expression softer now. “You know… you weren’t half bad up there.”

He gave her a lopsided grin. “Maybe I’ll join your next tour.”

Her smile turned playful. “Oh, I don’t know. You might be too distracting.”

Steve’s grin faded, replaced with something deeper—something heavier. His eyes lingered on hers, and for a moment, neither of them looked away.

“Good,” he said quietly. “Because you’ve been distracting me since the day we met.”

⸻

The air between them shifted, charged and uncertain. But neither of them moved—both caught in the tension, wondering what would happen next.

And maybe, for once, they were willing to let the mission wait.

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14 . . . main story

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: obsessive, stalkerish, kind of controlling behavior.

The art dealer from the ‘Bernard Company’ arrived at Lord Elbert’s manor the next day.

Of course, the people here did not hold a shred of doubt that the person they welcomed in the manor was simply ‘Lord Elbert’s work partner.’

(To be honest, facing him directly now that I understood that he was a member of the ‘Bernard Company’...)

(...is really painful.)

Acting as Lord Elbert’s assistant, I was to accompany him in this deal.

When I thought of how he was a member of the organization that had tried to kill Daisy, my chest became more heavy every time I gave a superficial smile.

Lord Elbert was indifferently talking with the art dealer...

(But Lord Elbert is probably also hurting as we speak.)

The memories we had shared together the day Daisy had passed only more strongly confirmed this.

(He looks as he does any other day, but... perhaps, the reason why is because he had become too accustomed to the pain.)

Art dealer: All of the pieces before you are rare goods of top-class quality. You probably won’t be able to get them anywhere but here.

The art pieces and jewelry the dealer brought with him were lined up in a row, and clearly in high spirits, he questioned Lord Elbert.

Art dealer: Well, might there be pieces befitting that of a count?

Elbert: ......All of them.

Art dealer: Excuse me?

Elbert: Leave them all here, please.

With just a short glance at the pieces lined up before us, Lord Elbert had made his decision.

Art dealer: ...I see. I did have an inkling you’d say so based on the party and also some rumors I’d heard in passing, but goodness gracious.

The art dealer seemed to be scheming something, and his eyes narrowed like a razor beneath his silk hat.

Art dealer: It appears you are quite obsessed with beauty too, no?

Elbert: ...‘Too’?

Art dealer: Well, seeing that I do consider you a true collector, I would like to make a proposition.

The art dealer adjusted his seating and lowered his voice, almost as though he were divulging a secret.

Art dealer: Next time, the top of the Company, Gabriel Bernard,

Art dealer: will invite honored guests from outside the country to hold an auction.

(...!)

(When he says ‘top’——he must mean the head of this criminal organization.)

Art dealer: The special showcase is a rare blue diamond of over 60 carats, regarded as the most beautiful in this world and beyond.

Art dealer: And I would like to extend an invitation to you to attend that auction. How about it? Is it to your fancy?

(...Which means, he’s been accepted as someone ‘invited to their domain.’)

Accepting the invitation would unmistakably be a crucial development to the mission given by Her Majesty.)

Elbert: ......Alright, I accept.

Art dealer: Ahh, I’m glad! I will send the invitation to you at a later date.

Art dealer: Well then, please sign here for the payment.

When the negotiations were finished, Jeffrey, who had been waiting next to us, approached and led the art dealer out of the lobby.

The moment he was out of the room, suddenly, I casually looked toward him.

Jeffrey: ...

Our eyes met for a mere moment, I felt something lingering.

(He probably doesn’t take to me well. In fact, it’s natural for him to think that way...)

This morning, I visited Lord Elbert early.

I didn’t want him to go through what he did yesterday while changing clothes.

(At the very least, while I’m here, I don’t want Lord Elbert to go through things that caused him pain.)

If it was for that, I didn’t mind being the object of someone’s hate.

Elbert: The world’s most beautiful jewel, he said...

E: ...What is that, I wonder.

Those few words seemed to spill out in a murmur, drawing my attention back to Lord Elbert.

Kate: I... can’t help but be curious about it, too. But it’s surely something very pretty, I would think.

Elbert: ...If you say so, then it might be the case.

His golden locks of hair covered the edge of his eyes, which themselves seemed like jewels, as he looked up, as if imagining what such a gem could look like.

(Something like a 60-carat diamond... is beyond my imagination.)

It could be something so beautiful that it would make everything I ever laid my eyes upon so far seem like a blurry haze.

(If Lord Elbert saw something like that... he might end up not wanting me anymore.)

He might think that his thoughts of me being beautiful, of wanting me, might have been a misunderstanding.

(But, if it would help relieve Lord Elbert’s pain, then maybe that would be for the best...)

(...but, still, I would be lonely, if it really turned out that way.)

I shook my head at the words whispering from the back of my mind.

(What am I thinking?)

(I want Lord Elbert to feel that ‘it’s okay to not have to collect beautiful things anymore.’)

Elbert: ...Kate.

Kate: ! Yes!?

Elbert: ... [surprised]

My voice had come out more loud than I intended, and Lord Elbert widened his eyes in surprise.

Elbert: You had gone quiet, shaking your head, and I thought you might feel unwell...

E: ...Is something the matter?

Even after he had said that he ‘wanted to have me,’ as if I were some object in his eyes,

he had extended that consideration I always knew he had within him to me, as if it were the most normal thing to do... and it hurt my heart.

Kate: Thank you for your concern. I was just thinking about some things.

Elbert: Is that so... then that’s good.

E: ...

E: ...Were you thinking of something, other than me?

Kate: Eh!? Umm... it... does have something with you, too, Lord Elbert.

Elbert: ......I see.

Lord Elbert seemed to accept my answer as it was, and his expression softened a little.

Elbert: We have no more business here in the manor... so let’s return to the castle today.

(I see... it must be because he had grasped the chance to infiltrate into the Bernard Company.)

(So, there is no reason to be here in the manor.)

Kate: Okay, I’ll start preparing then!

If it meant we could get out of here sooner, I had no complaints.

(If it’s Crown Castle, then Lord Elbert will be safe there, and... we probably won’t be together, just the two of us, as often.)

(If so, then I’ll have more time to think a little more calmly about a way to end this cycle of atonement.)

Kate: Well then, if you’ll excuse me. I’ll meet you in a bit.

Elbert: Alright.

Alfons: ......

—— Neutral POV ——

When the door closed behind Kate’s retreating figure, and the sound of her footsteps grew more distant,

Alfons, who had posed as a spectator during the negotiation, opened his mouth to speak.

Alfons: ...What a sore miscalculation on my part.

Elbert: ...What do you mean?

Alfons: I’ve told you time and time again that Kate is not beautiful.

A: So, why did you say something like you wanted to have her again?

Alfons asked out of simple curiosity, and in response, Elbert turned toward the door from which Kate had left.

Elbert: ...I don’t know.

E: Just that... I thought she was, beautiful—

E: —so, I must have her.

Those eyes become clouded over by a dark, heavy obsession.

Alfons: ...Is that so.

Alfons, as if having given up on something, let out a resigned sigh.

Alfons: Well then, shall I prepare something like a glass casket for you?

As if he were looking on at a play while knowing its ending, his chin rested on his hand, his elbow on the armrest of his chair.

—— Kate’s POV ——

We departed from the manor before twilight, and we returned to Crown Castle the next morning.

Victor: My dear Elbert, Alfons, and Kate! How are you enjoying your first breakfast at the castle in a loooong time?

V: Hm... oh? What’s this I see now?

(Ahh... I feel like I know where this is going...)

V: If my eyes do not deceive me, it seems Elbert has become completely smitten with Kate.

Harrison: I’m not sure I’d call that ‘smitten’... It’s more like...

Alfons: Why, of course, Lord Elbie is trying to win her heart over.

(Um, I mean you’re not wrong, but you’re not right either...!)

While retorting in my mind, I glanced beside me.

(This morning, when I finished my routine and left my room, Lord Elbert was there waiting for me,)

(and he invited me to breakfast, together with him...)

And so now, I was sitting next to him, with his eyes on me, as I ate breakfast.

Elbert: ......

(It’s not like this is the first time I’ve felt Lord Elbert’s eyes on me...)

(but it’s the first time he’s looked at me for such a long time... maybe...)

Kate: Um... do I... have a bed head or something...?

Elbert: No... you don’t. You look very pretty.

Kate: T-thank you. Then, can I ask why you are, um...

‘looking right at me,’ is what I wanted to ask, but my words got stuck.

Elbert: ...Because, I want you to think about me as much as possible.

E: ...So that you can’t think about anyone else.

Kate: Ah, uh... I, see...

Elbert: Mn...

All of a sudden, the flavor of the food seemed to dull.

(I know that everything he does is to ‘have me’. I know that...)

(...but, if someone I liked told me this...)

(I would be so happy... I wouldn’t need to hear any reason...)

Trying to hide my reddening cheeks, I cast my eyes down, pretending to be absorbed in cutting the asparagus, but...

Alfons: That’s the spirit, Lord Elbert. The countdown before Kate breaks down is starting.

Kate: !? Alfons...?

He seemed to be egging on Lord Elbert with those words, and I couldn’t help but look up at him.

Where in the world did the Alfons who warned me to stay away from Lord Elbert go?

He was sitting across from Lord Elbert, and he smiled at me as if seeing through me feeling shaken.

Alfons: Unfortunately, it appears you are already beyond the point of no return...

A: So I thought, why not have you entertain me, then, as a spectator, now that it’s come to this?

(...I see, so it’s like that.)

(He means that he won’t warn me, nor will he try to stop Lord Elbert anymore...)

(I ended up ignoring his warnings, even after three times, so I can’t blame him for turning the other way, but this was such a sudden change of attitude that I couldn’t help but feel baffled.)

Elbert: ...Kate. Look here.

Kate: Uh...?

I could hardly say anything before Lord Elbert cupped my cheeks with both his hands, turning my face toward him.

Elbert: ...You, looked at Al longer than you have at me.

Kate: ...That’s not it...

Elbert: It is...

(Um...)

I couldn’t take the power his peerless beauty had on me in close proximity, and so I closed my eyes shut.

Elbert: Why are you closing your eyes... open them, please.

Kate: I-if you step away from me, I will...

Elbert: ...You won’t look at Al?

Kate: I won’t, I won’t anymore, so...

I felt his hands withdraw from my cheek, and I opened my eyes again.

I tried to calm my very quick heartbeat, and when I looked back at those blue eyes,

Elbert: ......

A satisfied smile played on Lord Elbert’s lips, and I thought my breath was going to stop.

(To think I could have time to calmly think if we weren’t together... how naïve that was of me.)

Being sought after like this by Lord Elbert... there was no way I could be calm.

Victor: I have to say, I’m kiiinda getting a little jealous of them. Don’t you agree, Harrison!

Harrison: Hey, don’t grab onto my shoulders. I’m trying to eat here.

The playful exchange from beside me brought me back to my senses.

(The subject... let’s change the subject...!)

Kate: C-come to think of it, are you not going to eat, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: ...? Eat what?

Alfons: That is a bit of a tasteless answer, Elbie. Of course, whatever else could she be referring to but herself?

Kate: No, I meant breakfast.

Elbert: ...Now that you mention it... I had forgotten.

After looking at the breakfast before him for a while,

he pierced an apple slice with his fork, and brought it up to his lips in a graceful motion.

(An apple...)

Kate: Lord Elbert, do the apples today taste good too?

I remembered the day we went out to eat lunch together, and I asked him before I could think.

Elbert: ...Yes. ...It’s delicious.

(‘Delicious’...)

With just that word alone, all of my nervousness and unease disappeared like the waves pulling back to the waters,

leaving my heart filled only with a warm happiness.

(It’s not as though I understand what’s in his heart from those words alone...)

Like that day, he had said the apple was delicious, and I was so happy that a broad smile formed on my lips.

Kate: ...I’m glad.

Elbert: ...

(I got so distracted by him seeking me out, that I almost lost sight of what was important.)

(I... wanted Lord Elbert to smile.)

I reminded myself to not get distracted, and continued eating. When I did, Lord Elbert started to eat as well, little by little, next to me.

Kate: This asparagus is really good. It’s really sweet.

Elbert: ...Mn.

And then, around the time breakfast was going to end peacefully, Victor spoke to me.

Victor: Oh, yes, Kate. Once you’re done eating, could I borrow a bit of your time?

Kate: ...? Yes, sure.

Elbert: ......

—— Time skip ——

Kate: A ‘midterm report’...?

Victor: Yes, that’s right. It seems you’ve been writing a lot of memos as the Fairytale Keeper, so I thought it was about time, you see.

Kate: Alright then. I’ll turn in a formal report.

(...Hm? Wait a minute. The things I can report on...)

After I said yes, I realized that the only topic I could really report on was Lord Elbert.

Kate: Um... actually, I’m sorry, but I don’t really know anyone else aside from Lord Elbert that well...

K: I barely know Alfons as things stand now...

Victor: Yes, that’s fine. You can just write about Lord Elbert then.

V: Also, there is no need to rush, so take things at your own pace. Anyway, that’s all I had to say. Sorry for calling you in so suddenly.

(As Fairytale Keeper, my job to record the ‘sins of the Cursed as was determined by their fates’...)

(...That was the condition for me to return to my normal life.)

‘The Cursed are fated to meet a tragic end’——

I remember hearing that before.

(And, if I remember right, Alfons had said Lord Elbert’s Curse was...)

(‘The Greedy Queen.’)

With a bow, I was about to leave the room, but then I turned back toward Victor.

Victor: What is it?

Kate: ...I’m, a little curious.

Kate: About what Lord Elbert’s tragic fate is, based on the Curse of the Greedy Queen.

Jet black eyes had me apprehended.

For a moment, as if being covered by a veil of night, the room grew silent.

Victor: ‘Never feeling satisfied or fulfilled, he will end up with nothing.’ That is his Cursed fate.

(Never feeling satisfied or fulfilled... he will, end up with nothing...)

Kate: Thank you... for that.

As if swallowing a stone down, my heart grew heavier.

His Cursed fate was like a verdict, that I could do nothing to bring Lord Elbert out of his deep, dark sadness.

Elbert: ...Kate.

When I left the lounge, Lord Elbert was waiting for me, leaning against the windowsill.

Kate: Lord Elbert...! What’s wrong?

Elbert: I was waiting for you. ...Because, I want to spend as much time with you, as possible.

It was as though that was the most natural response in the world, and I felt my heart throb sweetly again.

(This is, to steal my heart... in order to have me.)

(That’s... how it should be... and yet...)

The love I had tried to keep a secret in my heart whispered in my ear, and I couldn’t help but to feel there was more meaning to his words than that.

Elbert: What were you talking about? With Victor.

Kate: About my job as Fairytale Keeper. He wants me to turn in a midterm report.

Elbert: I see......

Kate: What about you, Lord Elbert? What are your plans for today?

Elbert: Nothing, in particular. ...Until the auction, like you, I have a little bit of paperwork to do.

(If I said ‘then let us do our jobs,’ then I would be able to get some time to think alone.)

(We had just returned from the mansion, so I... don’t want to leave Lord Elbert on his own.)

Kate: Then, let’s relax together today. Is there anywhere you’d like to go?

Elbert: ...If I can be with you, then I’d be happy going anywhere.

E: But, it would be nice if we could go... to a place where no other person can come between us.

Lord Elbert stared intently at the lounge door.

(...Is he, seriously worried about me being called by Victor...?)

I could feel something similar to envy in his gaze, and I felt a little excited.

(How nice it would be, if this was a simple jealousy though...)

I put a lid over such thoughts, and instead I thought about what I was going to do from here.

Kate: So, maybe we shouldn’t go out in the city.

K: If possible, I’d like you to be able to have fun, but...

K: ...what do you enjoy doing, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: ...Enjoy...?

He made a face as though he had never even thought about it, and seeing that hurt my heart.

His own happiness, and his own enjoyment——just how much had this person before me deprived himself of those things?

(I would like to spend time somewhere warm, and bright...)

(...to the point there was no room for sadness to slip through the cracks.)

Kate: ...How about, a picnic? I know of a wonderful flower field with very few people.

Elbert: ...A flower field... with very few people...

E: I feel that would make me... want to carry you away, and have you to myself...

E: But, if that’s alright with you, then——let’s go.

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Elbert Greetia: Chapter 14

Chapter 13

♡———♡

The next day, an art dealer from "Bernal Trading Company" came to Elbert's mansion—

Of course, the people in Elbert's mansion invited him in without suspicion, as a "business partner of Elbert."

(Now that I know he's from the trading company, facing him like this...)

(Honestly, it's really... painful.)

I was allowed to attend the business meeting as Elbert's secretary, but every time I put on a polite smile, my chest feels heavy knowing he's from the organization that tried to kill Daisy.

Elbert is calmly talking business with the art dealer, but...

(Surely Elbert is feeling this pain too.)

The memories of the day Daisy died, the time we spent together, make me certain of that.

(Does he look the same as always... because he's used to enduring pain?)

Art Dealer: These are all first-class items that can only be obtained here.

The art dealer lined up the brought artworks and jewelry, and asked Elbert enthusiastically.

Art Dealer: Is there anything that suits the Count's taste?

Elbert: ...All of them.

Art Dealer: ...Pardon?

Elbert: Leave them all here.

Elbert made an immediate decision after just a brief look at the items on display.

Art Dealer: ...I see. I had a vague idea from the previous party and rumors, but my, my.

The art dealer, looking as if he was up to something, narrowed his eyes under the brim of his silk hat like razor blades.

Art Dealer: The Count is quite obsessed with beauty too, isn't he?

Elbert: ...Me "too"?

Art Dealer: ...This is a suggestion for you, as I see you as a true collector.

The art dealer straightened his posture and lowered his voice, as if he was about to share a secret.

Art Dealer: Gabriel Bernal, the head of our trading company, will soon be hosting an auction.

(...!)

(The head of the trading company means—he's the boss of this criminal organization.)

Art Dealer: The star item is the world's most beautiful and rare blue diamond, over 60 carats.

Art Dealer: We would like to invite you to the auction. How does that sound?

(This means... we've been recognized as someone to "invite into their territory," right?)

Accepting this invitation would undoubtedly be an important step forward in the Queen's mission.

Elbert: ...Yes, definitely.

Art Dealer: Ah, wonderful! We will send you an invitation later.

Jeffrey: Then, let's proceed with the payment here.

When the conversation ended, Jeffrey, who had been waiting nearby, stepped forward and ushered the art dealer out of the reception room.

As he was leaving, my eyes and his met for a moment.

Jeffrey: ...

It was only a brief moment of eye contact, but I felt something clingy.

(He probably doesn't like me. That's natural, I guess...)

This morning, I visited Elbert's room early.

I wanted to prevent what happened yesterday from happening again during his morning dressing.

(At least while I'm in this mansion, I don't want Elbert to suffer as much as possible.)

For that, I don't care if someone glares at me.

Elbert: The most beautiful jewel in the world, huh...

Elbert: ...I wonder what it's like.

His muttered words brought my attention back to Elbert beside me.

Kate: Indeed... I'm curious too. It must be incredibly beautiful.

Elbert: ...If you say so, it might be.

Elbert's eyes, framed by golden lashes and resembling jewels themselves, gazed up at the sky as if imagining it.

(A 60-carat jewel... I can't even imagine it.)

It might be so beautiful that everything I've seen before pales in comparison.

(When Elbert sees it, he might not want me anymore.)

He might think that wanting me, thinking I'm beautiful, was a mistake.

(Although that would be the best outcome for him, so he wouldn't get hurt...)

(...But it would also be lonely.)

I shook my head hastily at the thought that suddenly crossed my mind.

(What am I thinking?)

(What I want is for Elbert to think, "I don't need to collect beautiful things anymore.")

Elbert: ...Kate.

Kate: Yes!

Elbert: ...

My response was louder than I intended, and Elbert blinked in surprise.

Elbert: You shook your head and fell silent, so I thought you might have felt sick.

Elbert: ...Is something wrong?

Even after saying he wanted to "obtain" me as if I were an object, he still showed the same casual concern as always... It made my chest tighten with pain.

Kate: Thank you. I was just thinking about something.

Elbert: I see... That's good.

Elbert: ...

Elbert: ...Were you thinking about something other than me?

Kate: Eh!? Um... It also included you, Lord Elbert...

Elbert: ...I see.

Elbert seemed satisfied and his expression softened a little.

Elbert: There's nothing else to do in this mansion... Let's return to the castle today.

(I see... We've already grasped the chance to infiltrate Bernal Trading Company.)

(There's no reason to stay in this mansion anymore.)

Kate: Okay, I'll get ready right away!

The sooner we can leave this mansion, the better.

(Crown Castle is safe for Elbert, and besides... there will be fewer chances to be alone.)

(Then I should be able to calmly think of a way to make him stop atoning.)

Kate: Then, excuse me. I'll see you later.

Elbert: Yeah.

Alfons: ...

As the reception room door closed and Kate's footsteps faded away—

Alfons, who had remained silent throughout the business discussion, finally spoke.

Alfons: ...What a miscalculation.

Elbert: ...What are you talking about?

Alfons: I told you over and over again that Kate isn't beautiful.

Alfons: Why did you suddenly say you want to obtain her?

In response to the question, asked as if out of curiosity, Elbert glanced at the door where Kate had left.

Elbert: ...I don't know.

Elbert: I just... thought she was beautiful—

Elbert: —and that I had to obtain her.

His eyes were clouded with a dark, heavy obsession.

Alfons: ...I see.

Alfons let out a sigh, as if giving up on something.

Alfons : Then, shall I prepare a glass coffin?

He rested his cheek on his hand, propped on the armrest of his chair, as if watching a play whose ending he already knew.

-

We left Elbert's mansion before dusk and returned to Crown Castle. The next morning—

Victor: My dear Elbert, Alfons, and Kate! How is breakfast at the castle after so long?

Victor: Oh...? Oh my, oh my?

(Ah... I think I know what he's going to say...)

Victor: Well, well, it seems Elbert has completely taken a liking to Kate.

Harrison: Taken a liking, you say... That's...

Alfons: El is trying to seduce her.

(That's not wrong, but it's not right...!)

I retorted in my mind and glanced at Elbert beside me.

(This morning, when I finished getting ready and left my room, Elbert was waiting for me,)

(And he invited me to have breakfast together...)

And now, I'm having breakfast feeling his gaze beside me.

Elbert: ...

(I've felt Elbert's gaze many times before,)

(But this might be the first time it's lasted this long...)

Kate: Um... Is there something on my face...? Did I sleep on it wrong or something?

Elbert: No... There's nothing. You look beautiful.

Kate: Oh, thank you. ...Then, why are you looking at me like that...?

I couldn't bring myself to ask him directly, so I trailed off.

Elbert: ...I want you to think about me as much as possible.

Elbert: ...So you don't have time to think about anyone else.

Kate: Ah... I see...

Elbert: Yes...

Suddenly, the food lost its taste.

(I know it's all for the sake of "obtaining" me, but...)

(...If someone I like said this to me...)

(I'd be happy... and the reason wouldn't matter anymore...)

I look down, embarrassed by my flushed cheeks, and pretend to concentrate on cutting my asparagus, but...

Alfons: That's the spirit, Elbert. Kate's fall is just a matter of time.

Kate: !? Alfons...?

I was startled by his words that seemed to be egging Elbert on, and I looked up.

Where did his stance of warning me to stay away go?

Alfons, sitting across from Elbert, is smiling as if he can see through my agitation.

Alfons: Unfortunately, it seems it's too late...

Alfons: So, I think I'll enjoy this as a spectator.

(...I see.)

(He won't warn me anymore, and he won't stop Elbert either...)

I thought it was natural since I ignored his repeated warnings, but I was still stunned by his complete change of attitude—

Elbert: ...Kate. Look at me.

Elbert: ...

As soon as he finished speaking, Elbert cupped my cheeks in his hands and turned my face towards his.

Elbert: ...You spend more time staring at Al than me.

Kate: ...That's not...

Elbert: It is...

(Ugh...)

Unable to bear the close proximity of his overwhelming beauty, I squeezed my eyes shut.

Elbert: Why are you closing your eyes...? Open them.

Kate: I-I'll open them if you let go...

Elbert: ...You won't look at Al?

Kate: I won't! I won't, so please...

The hands that were holding my cheeks let go, and I slowly opened my eyes.

I suppressed my wildly beating heart and looked back into his blue eyes.

Elbert: ...

A satisfied smile appeared on Elbert's lips, and my breath hitched.

(I was naïve to think I could stay calm if we weren't alone.)

There's no way I can stay calm when Elbert looks at me like this.

Victor: This is making me envious. Right, Harrison?

Harrison: Hey, stop putting your arm around me. You're interrupting my meal.

I came back to my senses at the playful banter from the other end of the table.

(I need to change the subject...!)

Kate: By the way, Lord Elbert, aren't you going to eat?

Elbert: ...? Eat what...?

Alfons: Don't be silly, El. It's obvious she's talking about Kate.

Kate: No, I mean breakfast!

Elbert: ...Oh, right... I forgot.

Elbert stared at his breakfast for a moment, then—

He pierced a slice of apple from the fruit salad with his fork and brought it to his mouth with a graceful gesture.

(Apple...)

Kate: Lord Elbert, is the apple delicious today too?

I asked, remembering the day we went to town for lunch together.

Elbert: ...Yes. ...It's delicious.

("Delicious...")

With that one word, the tension and anxiety from earlier washed away like a receding tide, leaving my chest filled with warmth and happiness.

(Just hearing him say the apple is delicious doesn't tell me what's in his heart, but...)

I'm happy that he said it's delicious, just like that day, and a smile spreads across my face.

Kate: ...That's good.

Elbert: ...

(I was so caught up in being wanted by him that I almost lost sight of what's important.)

(I want Elbert to smile.)

I remind myself of this as I continue eating, and Elbert beside me starts to eat little by little as well.

Kate: This asparagus is delicious. It's very sweet.

Elbert: ...Yes.

As we finished our breakfast peacefully, Victor spoke to me.

Victor: Oh, right. Kate, could you spare me a moment after breakfast?

Kate: ...? Yes, of course.

Elbert: ...

-

Kate: "Interim report"...?

Victor: Yes, since you've been taking notes as a Fairytale Keeper, I thought it might be time.

Kate: Yes, I understand. I'll compile it into a formal document and submit it.

(...Wait, but what can I report on...?)

The moment I agreed, I realized I could only write about Elbert.

Kate: Um... I'm sorry. I don't know much about anyone other than Lord Elbert yet.

Kate: Barely anything about Alfons...

Victor: Oh, that's fine. Just Elbert for now.

Victor: There's no rush, so take your time. That's all from me. Sorry for calling you out so suddenly.

(As a Fairytale Keeper, my condition for returning to my everyday life is to record how the cursed ones "commit sins as destined by fate.")

("The cursed are destined for a tragic end"–)

I recall hearing that before.

(If I remember correctly... the curse Alfons told me about Elbert when we first met was...)

("The Greedy Queen")

Just as I was about to leave the room after bowing, I turned back to Victor.

Victor: What's wrong?

Kate: ...I'm a little curious.

Kate: Lord Elbert's curse... What is the tragic end that "The Greedy Queen" meets?

His jet-black eyes lock onto mine, holding my gaze captive.

For a moment, silence engulfs us, as if a veil of night has fallen.

Victor: "Unfulfilled and gaining nothing." That's the end of his curse.

(Unfulfilled... Gaining nothing.)

Kate: ...Thank you.

A heavy weight settles in my chest, as if I've swallowed a stone.

It's as if I've been told that I can never save Lord Elbert from the depths of his dark sorrow.

-

Elbert: ...Kate.

As I leave the parlor, Lord Elbert is waiting by the window, leaning against it.

Kate: Lord Elbert...! What are you doing here?

Elbert: I was waiting for you. ... I want to spend as much time as possible with you.

His matter-of-fact response makes my heart flutter sweetly again.

(This is to steal my heart... to have me.)

(That's how it should be, but...)

The love hidden in my heart, whispered sweetly, makes me hope for something more.

Elbert: ...What were you talking about? With Victor?

Kate: We were talking about my work as a Fairytale Keeper. He told me to submit an interim report.

Elbert: I see...

Kate: What's on your schedule today, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: Nothing in particular. ... Just a bit of paperwork, same as you, until that auction.

("I could say, 'Let's each do our own work,' and get some time to think alone.")

(But I don't want to leave Lord Elbert alone, especially after he just returned from that mansion...)

Kate: Well then, shall we take it easy today? Is there anywhere you'd like to go?

Elbert: ...Anywhere is fine, as long as I can be with you.

Elbert: I'd prefer a place where we won't be disturbed by others.

Lord Elbert stares intently at the parlor door.

(...Could it be that he's bothered by the fact that I was called by Victor...?)

Sensing something akin to jealousy in his gaze, my heart flutters again.

(I wish this were just simple jealousy...)

Suppressing such thoughts, I shift my focus to what lies ahead.

Kate: Then, going to town is out of the question.

Kate: If possible, I want to do something that Lord Elbert would truly enjoy, but...

Kate: What do you find enjoyable, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: ...Enjoyable...?

Seeing his face, as if he's never even considered it, pains my heart.

How much has this man neglected his own joy and pleasure?

(I want to spend time in a warm, bright place.)

(A place where sadness has no room to enter.)

Kate: ...How about a picnic? I know a lovely flower field with no one around.

Elbert: ...A flower field with no one around...

Elbert: It might make me want to run away with you, but...

Elbert: If you're okay with that, let's go.

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Chapter 14 Premium Story

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[coquelicoq]

possible cribbage hand scores

my father is the type of unreliable narrator who does not realize how unreliable he is. this is mainly a problem because as a child i naturally believed the things he said to me, and now as an adult i can't trust any of the information i acquired about the world in childhood. one of the less essential things i learned from him was cribbage. whenever one of us had a hand with zero points, he would say "nineteen!" because, according to him, it's impossible to score exactly 19 points in a hand. is this true? or is it another fiction that he simply believes to be true? i could look it up, but i recently started thinking about it on a two-hour walk when i didn't feel like getting my phone out of my pocket, so let's continue in that vein as far as we can, shall we?

cribbage is played with a standard 52-card deck. hand scoring uses the four cards of your hand proper plus one cut card. (so this is not counting cribs or pegging. turning up a jack in the cut when you are the dealer (heels) is pegging imo and so does not count in the scoring of your hand.) these are the things that count for points:

right jack/nobs=1 point. right jack is a jack in your hand that is the same suit as the cut card.

one pair (two of a kind)=2 points

one fifteen=2 points. a fifteen is any combination of (two to five) cards adding up to 15 (face cards are 10, ace is 1, 2-10 are 2-10).

run of three=3 points. runs are not suit-sensitive, so a five of diamonds, six of hearts, and seven of spades would be a run.

run of four=4 points

4-card flush=4 points. a 4-card flush means all four of the cards in your hand proper are the same suit.

run of five=5 points

5-card flush=5 points. a 5-card flush includes the cut card.

named combinations:

three of a kind (pair royal) is three pair, so 3x2=6 points. (for example if you have the 8s of hearts, diamonds, and spades, the possible pairs would be 8H/8S, 8H/8D, 8S/8D.)

double run is 2 runs of three plus a pair, so (3x2)+2=8 points. (you can get 2 runs of three even though you only have five cards available by reusing cards. so for instance a J, a Q, and two Ks is considered 2 runs of three: the J, Q, and one of the Ks is one run, and the J, Q, and the other K is the second run.)

double long run is 2 runs of four plus a pair, so (4x2)+2=10 points

four of a kind (double pair royal) is six pair, so 6x2=12 points. (let's say you have all the 8s. your possible pairs are 8H/8S, 8H/8D, 8H/8C, 8S/8D, 8S/8C, 8D/8C.)

triple run is 3 runs of three plus three of a kind, so (3x3)+(3x2)=15 points

double double run is 4 runs of three plus two pair, so (3x4)+(2x2)=16 points. (for example, 6, 7, 7, 8, 8 would be a double double run. there are 4 ways to get the three-card run 6, 7, 8 out of these five cards: 6, 7A, 8A; 6, 7A, 8B; 6, 7B, 8A; 6, 7B, 8B.)

it looks like there would be lots of ways to get to a score of 19. for instance, a triple run (15 points) and two fifteens (4 points). but what cards would those be? a triple run is essentially a run of three with one of the cards tripled, so for instance one J, one Q, and three Ks. it would be pretty easy to get three fifteens (because one card is repeated three times), or one fifteen (e.g., if the two cards that aren't repeated add up to fifteen), but two? is it possible to get exactly two fifteens this way?

any combination of ace, 2, and 3 totals less than fifteen (closest is one ace, one 2, and three 3s, which gets to 12), so zero fifteens.

2, 3, 4: three 2s, one 3, and one 4 only adds up to 13 using all cards. no fifteens. one 2, three 3s, and one 4 has one fifteen (using all five cards, 2+3+3+3+4=15). 1-2, 1-3, 3-4 has one fifteen (3+4+4+4).

3, 4, 5: 3-3, 1-4, 1-5 has three fifteens (the 4 and the 5 plus two of the threes, three different ways (three of a kind=three pair)). 1-3, 3-4, 1-5 has one fifteen (the 3 and the 4s). 1-3, 1-4, 3-5 has one fifteen (the 5s).

4, 5, 6: 3-4, 1-5, 1-6 has three fifteens (4+5+6, and there are three options for the 4). 1-4, 3-5, 1-6 has four fifteens (5+5+5, and then three versions of 4+5+6). 1-4, 1-5, 3-6 has three fifteens (4+5+6, with three options for the 6).

5, 6, 7: 3-5, 1-6, 1-7 has one fifteen (5+5+5). 1-5, 3-6, 1-7 has no fifteens. (starting from this point, where the tripled card is higher than a 5, it will no longer be possible to make a fifteen with more than 2 cards; they will add up too high. so we can ignore all but 2-card combinations.) 1-5, 1-6, 3-7 has no fifteens.

6, 7, 8: 3-6, 1-7, 1-8 has one fifteen (7+8). 1-6, 3-7, 1-8 has three fifteens (the 8 with each of the 7s). same with 1-6, 1-7, 3-8.

7, 8, 9: same as previous bullet: if the tripled card is 7 or 8, three fifteens; otherwise, one fifteen.

8, 9, 10 and above: no fifteens possible because even two cards together add up to more than fifteen.

so, no. if you have a triple run your fifteen options are zero, one, three, or four, but never two!

i'm sure there exist standardized cribbage notation systems but i am going to make my own. P=pair, R=run (R3=three-card run, etc.; RR=double run; RR4=double long run; RRR=triple run), F=flush (F4=4-card flush; F5=5-card flush). one P/15=either one pair or one fifteen. n P/15=any combination of pairs and fifteens scoring 2n, keeping in mind that the highest number of pairs possible in a hand of five cards is two (because three pair would require six cards...unless of course you include three or four of a kind, but i am considering those separate phenomena). so for instance 6 P/15 would functionally mean either two pair and four fifteens, one pair and five fifteens, or six fifteens.

okay let's score some hands.

score of 1: right jack.

score of 2: 1 P/15.

score of 3: right jack and 1 P/15. R3.

score of 4: 2 P/15. R4. F4. R3 plus right jack.

score of 5: right jack plus either 2 P/15 or R4. R5. F5.

score of 6: three of a kind. 3 P/15. right jack plus either R5 or F5. R4 or F4 plus 1 P/15. R3, right jack, and 1 P/15.

score of 7: right jack plus either: three of a kind; 3 P/15; R4 or F4 and 1 P/15. R5 or F5 plus 1 P/15. F4 and R3. R3 and 2 P/15.

score of 8: RR. 4 P/15. R4 plus 2 P/15. F4 plus either 2 P/15, or R3 and right jack. three of a kind and 1 P/15. R3, 2 P/15, and right jack.

score of 9: right jack and either: RR; 4 P/15; F5 and R3; R4 and 2 P/15; or three of a kind and 1 P/15. F5 and R4, or R5 and F4. F5 or R5 plus 2 P/15. F5, R3, and 1 P/15. R3 and 3 P/15.

at this point there are so many options for some scores that i will just list a few for each. my goal ultimately is to identify any impossible scores, so just one example is sufficient.

score of 10: RR4 (example: 10, 10, J, Q, K). RR and one 15. three of a kind and two 15s (example: 5, 5, 5, 7, 8). F5 and R5.

score of 11: right jack and either: RR4; RR and one 15; F5 and R5. F5 plus three 15s.

score of 12: four of a kind. RR and two 15s (example: 6, 7, 7, 8, 10). RR4 and one 15 (example: 5, 6, 6, 7, 8).

score of 13: four of a kind plus right jack (either you have all four jacks in your hand, or you have a jack of one suit plus three of some other card in the three other suits, and then the fourth of that card is cut). RR, two 15s, and right jack (example: JS, 9, 8, 8, and 7S is cut).

score of 14: four of a kind plus one 15 (only possibility is 2, 2, 2, 2, 7). RR and three 15s (example: 9, 10, 10, J, 5). RR4 and two 15s (example: 7, 7, 8, 9, 10). three of a kind plus four 15s (example: 5, 5, 5, 7, Q).

score of 15: RRR. RR, three 15s, and right jack (example: 9, 10, 10, JD, and 5D is cut). three of a kind, four 15s, and right jack (example: 5, 5, 5, JD, 9D cut).

score of 16: double double run (example: 10, 10, J, J, Q). RRR plus right jack. RR and four 15s (example: 5, J, J, Q, K). RR4 plus three 15s (example: 6, 7, 7, 8, 9).

score of 17: RRR and one 15 (examples given in detail above). RR, four 15s, and right jack (example: 5, JH, Q, Q, KH cut). double double run and right jack (example: 10, 10, JS, Q, QS cut).

score of 18: three of a kind, five 15s, and a pair (example: 3, 3, 3, 6, 6).

score of 19: i can't think of any!!!

score of 20: four of a kind and four 15s (example: 3, 4, 4, 4, 4). RR, F4, and four 15s (2, 6, 7, 8 of the same suit, and another 7 is cut).

score of 21: RRR plus three 15s (examples given in detail above).

score of 22: three of a kind, seven 15s, and a pair (5, 5, 5, 10, 10).

score of 23: RRR plus four 15s (only possibility is 4, 5, 5, 5, 6). three of a kind (of 5s), seven 15s, a pair (of jacks), and right jack (example: 5, 5, JS, JH, 5S is cut).

score of 24: double double run and four 15s (example: 6, 7, 7, 8, 8). four of a kind and six 15s (example: 4, 4, 4, 4, 7).

score of 25, 26, 27: none?

score of 28: four of a kind plus eight 15s (only possible if you have all four 5s, plus any ten-counter other than right jack; that would get you four 15s using the ten-counter with each 5, and then four 15s out of the four possible combinations of three 5s (5H/5S/5D, 5H/5S/5C, 5H/5D/5C, 5S/5D/5C)).

score of 29: same as above except the ten-counter must be right jack. so you hold in your hand one jack plus three 5s, none of which are in the same suit as the jack, and then the cut card is the remaining 5.

i looked this up just now to confirm and it is true, there is no way to score 19, 25, 26, 27, or more than 29 points in a single hand not counting the crib or pegging. so 19 is the lowest impossible score! chalk one up for my dad in the "true" column.

[that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict]

SIC PARVIS MAGNA {Charac. Profiles Pt. 2}

an au by @that-irrelevant-ricecakeaddict & @seventhcallisto

SERIES MASTERLIST, Charac. Profiles Pt. 1

Jeong Yunho {Hans}

[24 years old]

(based on Helena Bertinelli, Huntress)

Backstory: He grew up with police officer parents who had interests in car mechanics, so he naturally picked up the same hobbies. Eventually started making weapons and studying art of weaponry as well as hopology. His family moved to Seoultham when he was a young teenager, where his parents got killed. Yunho had to resort to crime and smuggling to survive. He hated himself for committing crime (out of love for his deceased parents), hence he adopted the alias Huntsman (later renamed as Hans when he met the others) to gatecrash dangerous weapon dealings he hears of. Later on, he met Hongjoong through the New World weapons black market and joined him after hearing about Birds of Prey.

>Originally named Huntsman, Mingi pestered him to change it because it sounded too "intimidating"

>Co-founder of Limitless Mechanics, a 2 storey mechanics shophouse located next to the entrance of Felony Alley

>Lives at the shophouse with San

>Used to be an infamous illegal arms dealer, still has contacts in the intergalactic black market even as a vigilante

>Can be very protective of his members

>Resident Fix-It Felix of the team

>Spends most of his time tinkering at the shop with San

>Quickly grew attached to Mingi when he joined the team, and likes brainstorming new gadget ideas with him

>Signature weapon is a crossbow that he's always finding new features to add to it

Choi San {Hawke}

[23 years old]

(based on Shayera Thal, Hawkgirl)

Backstory: An alien warrior from planet Aurora who designed high tech weaponry from the planet's raw materials. His first encounter with a human was when he met Yunho, who was on a smuggling mission to Aurora. San assumed that Yunho was another greed-filled thief who came to his home planet to steal, but became friends with him when he found out they had a shared interest in weapons design. He was intrigued by Yunho's stories of life on Earth and decided to follow him back.

>Registered in Seoultham ("Omg my first human identity!!") thanks to Mingi pulling some strings

>On Aurora, he was known as San Hol, but he adopted the surname Choi after coming to Earth because he wanted to blend in more

>Co-founder of Limitless Mechanics (with Yunho)

>Has large feathered wings that he can shrink and hide

>A strong fighter with extensive knowledge on weapon design

>Can come off as very earnest and innocent

>Spends his time with Yunho at the shop or following around his other members to their activities out of curiosity

>Has very eccentric tastes due to growing up on a completely different planet

>Fix-It Felix pt. 2

Choi Jongho {Nightingale}

[22 years old]

(based on Dinah Lance, Black Canary)

Backstory: An only child living in a small town with his parents, he was born with a mutated voice box that allowed him to physically manifest soundwaves with his voice. He accidentally hurt his father with it when he was a kid, and started to see it as a curse for the majority of his life and didn't speak much out of fear of causing harm to others. At 18, he moved away from his parents to live in Seoultham to lay low. He eventually heard from word of mouth about Mingi's expertise in tech, and went to him for help in building soundwave-muting technology. Mingi did built a device for him, but also encouraged him to embrace his ability and got him to join the Birds of Prey.

>Works as a barista at Nightbrew Cafe

>Lives with Wooyoung in a suite located on Diamond Street, which is just across Felony Alley (16 Diamond Street, #1, 1117)

>Occasionally does singing gigs at bars, and is known by regulars as Lucifer's Bard due to how sinfully addicting his voice is

-He started singing from a young age as he thought it would help to build control of his ability

>Wears a necklace made of a metal that absorbs excess vibrations, allowing him to speak normally without having to constantly watch his volume (takes it off sometimes to fight)

>when fighting crime, he wears a cloth mask made of a special fabric that San brought from Aurora. It allows his voice to pass through without interference while still providing coverage for his identity

>Came off as uptight to the other members at first, but Mingi brought out his real fun-loving and laid back personality

Jung Wooyoung {Kitty}

[23 years old]

(based on Selina Kyle, Catwoman)

Backstory: Grew up in Seoultham and got by with his good looks and street smarts. At 17, he started to date a rich young man who would often abuse and berate him. Soon after, Wooyoung was kicked out of his house by his parents who found him disgraceful, and was stuck with his then-boyfriend who eventually broke up with him and left him alone and penniless. Wooyoung took revenge by breaking into his now ex's penthouse and stealing all his expensive possessions, which was when he developed a knack for stealing. He was living off stolen goods when he met San (who had just arrived on earth) and befriended him. San, being the sweetheart he is, invited Wooyoung to join the Birds of Prey, which Wooyoung, albeit with some hesitation, obliged to.

>Works as a museum curator at the Visage of History Museum

>Lives with Jongho in their suite (rent is paid off mostly by Wooyoung's salary and "souvenirs" from his occasional heists on local robbers)

>His alias, Kitty, is known by locals and authorities as a genderless vigilante who is efficient and quick, as well as extremely slippery and hard to catch

>Used to steal from the wealthy out of desperation to survive and was an infamous cat burglar, but stopped after joining Birds of Prey

>Has very expensive taste and splurges the team's money (not that they mind, though)

>He occasionally ambushes and robs the illegal jewellery smugglers that he hears about from his police friend Changbin and the museum staff

>Knows reader through Taehyun and Yeonjun

>very physically affectionate, often subjects the rest of the team to overly dramatic displays of affection

☆☆☆

SIDE CHARACTERS:

Kang Taehyun (reader's elder brother)

[23 years old]

-travelling archaeologist

-permanent business partners with Yeonjun and Soobin

-wooyoung's business partner (introduced through Yeonjun)

-due to how often he travels, he rarely gets to come back to visit his sister. And since him and his partners work with Wooyoung, reader always sees them doing admin work together when she comes to see him.

-Taehyun wasn't home when their parents died, he had been at a party, making him feel guilty for the death of them. Because of it, he promised to take care of his sister as much as he could, even if it meant being away most of the time to work and pay for bills

Seo Changbin (local police officer)

[27 years old]

-Yeonjun and Wooyoung's good friend

-has taken a liking to Taehyun and is always chatting him up when Taehyun visits with Yeonjun and Soobin

-a loud mouth, but he means well

-occasionally slips up and tells Wooyoung details on his recent cases

-himbo energy

Choi Seungcheol (local police detective)

[28 years old]

-the most renowned detective in Seoultham

-his father was also a detective but he died in the line of work by one of Joker's henchmen

-he started off at a younger age and became an unstoppable force in his work

-He's got plenty of loyal companions and he doesn't mind bending the rules to his favor if it means catching the perp he's chasing

-he doesn't particularly see his actions as morally wrong or that he might be abusing his title. What matters to him at the end is putting the person behind bars permanently

-Has a thing against vigilantes, even if they have truces with the police force (ahem ahem mingi)

Yoo Jeongyeon (reader's good friend)

[20 years old]

-attends Ok-ja Central college, law degree.

-Her and Nayeon share an apartment together in a more protected and enriched part of the city 

-which leads to them asking reader to move in with them, because they're worried for her wellbeing at Halazia apartments

-the more chill of the three friends. she's definitely the mom of the group

-she's always had the best grades, separating her future career and her personal life in the process

-her parents both work as lawyers, so it was in her nature to follow their footsteps. She doesn't feel the pressure to, though

-both her parents and younger brother live in another city

-chose seoultham as it was an unconventional place for her to make her mark, seeing as there was so much crime. 

-her father and Nayeon's father were friends, and due to that they became roommates and then close friends

Im Nayeon (reader's good friend)

[21 years old]

-attends Ok-ja Central college, visual arts degree

-Her eldest sister was a photographer before she passed, which left Nayeon with their sickly mother at the time. She had to take care of both of them for a while

-her mother proceeded to remarry a rich man after her sickness had gone away, said rich man became Nayeon's father

-he encouraged nayeon and promised to take care of her expenses. So then, when she graduated, she immediately applied for Ok-ja Central college at 18

-her step-father moved her into the luxury apartments, making sure she was in a safe part of seoultham

-conventionally enough her step-father also knew Jeongyeon's father, which ended up with them both becoming roommates. That led to them becoming close friends

-Her and Jeongyeon met reader in the college's dining hall when she stepped in between an argument to grab her silverware, completely disregarding the fighting men in favor of eating. They quickly took to befriending her

Kim Chungha/Annie

[28 years old]

-daughter of Halazia Apartment’s Landlady, and helps out a lot with managing the place

-works as a dance instructor 

-lesbian ("OMG GIRL KISSER CHUNGHA 😍😍" -leslie and calli)

-interested in Seonghwa's plants and occasionally visits him at the apartment to ask about his collection

-her and her mother are the only women Seonghwa is comfortable with (besides reader)

-she is SUPER lenient with the people in the building. How much trouble could two college kids cause?

-Chungha is not at all surprised by the amount of friends Mingi keeps up at his apartment, as long as they're not causing too big of a ruckus and trashing the place

-when her mother occasionally comes to visit the apartments, she makes sure to tidy up, as she does leave the place messy due to her packed schedule

Choi Soobin (Taehyun’s close friend)

[24 years old]

-Soobin and the rest of Taehyun's close friends had been around since childhood, having grown up with the Kang siblings.

-Soobin sees reader as if she's his own sibling.

-reader had a crush on him when they were younger 

-works as a historian, partners with Taehyun and Yeonjun a lot for projects and is hence always travelling with them

Choi Beomgyu (Taehyun's close friend)

[24 years old]

-works as an actuary 

-super laid back and fun

-often plays online games with reader even though they live in different cities

-crashes at reader's place whenever he visits (which is often, especially with the amount of travelling he can afford on his salary)

Choi Yeonjun (Taehyun's close friend)

[25 years old]

-works as a geologist, partners with Taehyun and Soobin and travels a lot with them for projects

-the one who originally got Taehyun a partnership with Visage of History Museum (and subsequently with Wooyoung)

-fratboy energy.. but not the nasty type of fratboy yknow

Huening Kai (Taehyun's close friend)

[22 years old]

-popular fashion designer in a bigger city

-founder of Huekai fashion brand (Hongjoong is a fan of him)

-he had a thing for reader when they were younger. And he still happens to have a small innocent child-like crush on her

-a goofy sweetheart, genuinely good hearted like a puppy

[sugar-soda]

Kids Shouldn't be Here: Piper Wright

Fallout 4 Platonic Companions x Child! Sole

Warnings: Canon Typical Violence, Child in dangerous situations

A/N: This is NOT romantic at all! This is all platonic relationships that explore how the Fallout 4 companions and game would change if the Sole Survivor was a young child. Any romantic suggestions or reblogs will be blocked.

Masterlist

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Diamond City wasn't always the perfect place to raise a kid.

Sure, there were a lot of pros to the place. Big sturdy wall to keep the rest of the Commonwealth out, plenty of food and shelter, and plenty of services that you couldn't get anywhere else, like haircuts and a year round doctor. Hell, they even had a school. So many in the Commonwealth couldn't even read and the children of Diamond City got to learn that along with science, math, and history. So yes, there were some good reasons to have a kid there. 

If anyone were to ask about this to the Mayor, he would puff up like a peacock and proudly state that “children were the Commonwealth's future,” and “it takes a city to raise a child,” and other nonsense like he was still campaigning for office. 

If you were to ask someone who was not the Mayor, they would tell you that the city was nice, but it still had problems.

For one thing, with 2 bars and a chems dealer right in the market, there were plenty of chances for any kid looking for mischief to swipe a Mentat or a bottle of beer when no one is looking. Dr. Sun had taken to meticulous combing through his inventory everyday to make sure he didn't become a target of little, sticky fingers as well.

While they didn't have to worry about their kid being killed, the concerns were replaced e with others that were almost pre-war in nature. After all, they couldn't attach their child to the hip like in small settlements, so the children were left to run amuck with no supervision between school letting out and their parents coming home. Between those times the adults would worry.

 Did their kid do their assigned reading? Would they eat their tatos for dinner later or would they insist on surviving off of sugar bombs and snack cakes? What if they fell and hurt themselves on the rusty, dirty metal that made up most of the city and get an infection? Were they leaving poor Sheffield in peace? Were the other kids playing nice?

Those ran through their minds until they could go home.

The suspension was also something everyone dealt with. The Institute had rooted itself into everyone's mind as the Commonwealth's boogeyman, and no one could sleep at night anymore. Anyone could be kidnapped and replaced by an identical synth, so anyone could be a threat. Trust was in short supply, so there would never be that sense of community other settlements had. Every man was for himself. But no good man could go without his children.

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If you were to ask Piper Wright, she would say she is great with kids. After all, she raised her sister Nat, and she's great in Piper's biased opinion. Nat was smart, sassy, and incredibly self-sufficient. Piper liked to think she made Dad proud with how she raised Nat.

As self-sufficient as her sister is, that doesn't mean Piper thought she could live entirely on her own. Which is exactly why Danny needed to stop screwing around and open the gate!

“Danny, I swear to God, if you don't open this gate and let me in you will be sorry. I’m standing out here in the open for God’s sake!”

“I got orders to not let you in, Ms. Piper. I’m sorry. I’m just doing my job. The mayor’s pretty steamed about your last article. Said it was nothing but lies”

Ah. Right. In hindsight, accusing McDonough of being a synth was probably going to get her in trouble. But not like this! She thought she'd get another lecture she wouldn't listen to or a fine she'd never pay.

She left the city this morning to interview a few guards on duty. The barracks nowadays were too small and the guards too many. So her next article was a push to expand their barracks up into the stands. The rich folk already living up there will complain about “ruffians” being in the stands, even if they would be on the opposite side of the city, so she had to get everyone else on the same page to get the expansion approved. Which she couldn't do if she couldn't go home!

“God damn it, Danny! You can't just lock me out! I live here!” Piper slammed her hand against the speaker.

As Danny told her to lie low for a few days and let the Mayor cool down, she caught the tiniest movement to her left.  She squinted against the harsh afternoon sun and saw a rather…odd group was making way toward the entrance. 

The most notable was the Mr. Handy, or Miss Nanny, she never could really tell the difference. While Diamond City had its own share of non-humanoid robots and she herself had gotten a few drinks from Whitechapel Charlie when visiting Goodneighbor for a story, all of them were in cities, places where there was supplies and space to do maintenance to keep them running smoothly. Seeing them out of the city normally meant to turn tail and run as it shot lasers and tried to make you into minced meat with its saw blade. This one, luckily, didn't seem like it was crazy. It floated gently alongside its companions, keeping its three eyes on a swivel.

The second was a man. Judging by his militia hat, he was a Minuteman. Huh. She thought they were all gone after Quincy. That tragedy had destroyed a lot of people's faith in the cause. Piper was the first in Diamond City to hear about it, having heard about it from Mayor Hancock himself while visiting Goodneighbor. She cried her way through a whole pack of cigarettes before typing up the article. Like hell she was gonna let McDonough tell the city first and try to spin all those deaths into some Diamond-City-Superiority propaganda bullshit.

He tried when he made a speech about two days after she made Nat hand deliver a copy to everyone in Diamond City. By then everyone knew what happened. It was the least she could do. 

Her eyes narrowed in suspension. If he was alive now, there was a high chance he was one of the ones who didn't respond when the emergency call happened. Coward. She would have to keep an eye on him.

The last person had her back to her, with a duffle bag slung across her shoulders and a pale purple ribbon holding any hairs that escaped her messy twin braids out of her face. A sharp looking sniper rifle accompanied the duffle bag. Looks like she was just a kid, judging by the height difference. Strange. She didn't share any physical traits with the Minuteman, so Piper wouldn't guess they were related. Unless they were distantly related, or the kid was adopted, or maybe they were related through marriage?

 The Minuteman stopped to talk to a guard, likely asking about the city. The girl shifted on her feet, obviously impatient to go. The duffle bag moved and revealed a tiny shoulder wrapped in blue and gold numbers across her back.

So the kid was a vault dweller then. That kinda made sense. She probably was sent out to do trading for supplies and the Minuteman was likely her guard and the Mr. Handy was probably from the vault too.

Piper wrinkles her nose in distaste. Why would they send someone so young? Someone older wouldn't get scammed to hell and back at least.

Piper hadn't realized she was staring until the kid started staring back. Those big eyes seemed to stare into her soul, full of curiosity and questions. Just what Piper needed. While Danny always tried to follow orders, he could be a bit of a soft touch for kids. She's seen him sneaking books he bought from traders into the school. His bleeding heart was her ticket in.

“Psst. Hey, kid.” Piper tried to keep her voice at a volume where the speaker wouldn't pick her up. The girl looked around to see who she was addressing before pointing at herself quizzically.

“Yes, you. Come here.”

The girl peaked over at her guard, who was still talking. At some point, the Mr. Handy had joined the conversation, leaving her in the clear. She silently shuffled over and leaned closer.

“You wanna get into Diamond City, right?” The Vault Dweller nodded quickly, large eyes still unblinking.  “Play along. I'll get us both in.” Piper leaned back toward the speaker, raising her voice exaggeratedly. “What's that, kid? You're here all on your own? What about your parents?” 

Luckily, the kid picked up on Piper's plan. “ Oh, my parents are…they're gone,” 

“ You hear that, Danny? You really going to leave a little kid out here, all alone, surrounded by raiders, and super mutants, and ferals and-”

“Okay, okay! Geez Piper, way to lay on the guilt trip. I'll open the gate up but McDonough better not be on my ass about this.”

A loud beep resounded out and Piper couldn't help but feel smug. That feeling didn’t last long as Mayor McDonough was already there, sour expression making even a radroach look pleasant.

“Piper! Who let you back inside? I told Sullivan to keep that gate shut! You devious, rabble-rousing slanderer! The-the level of dishonesty in that paper of yours! I'll have that printer scrapped for parts.”

God, this man made her blood boil. It was like his voice was nails on a chalkboard every time he opened his mouth. “ Oooh, that's a statement, Mr. McDonough? ‘Tyrant mayor shuts down the press?’ Why don’t we ask the newcomer, huh? Do you support the news? Cause the Mayor is threatening to throw free speech in the dumpster.”

McDonough seemed to just register the kid, who had stopped her trek inside to wait for the Minuteman and Mr. Handy, who had finished talking to the guard. She clearly wasn’t expecting someone to drag her into the argument, startling at being addressed.

“Piper! You can’t expect a child to understand the delicate situati-”

“My dad always said that politicians who try to control the press are the ones who know that they are doing something wrong.”

Piper barely held back the sputtering laugh. She wasn’t expecting such a harsh reply to the Mayor but it was sure funny.

McDonough quickly tried to pivot back to his ‘for the people’ persona as the Minuteman and Mr. Handy joined them.

“Oh, I didn’t mean for you to get involved with our argument, young miss. No, no, no, why you and your father look like Diamond City material,” McDonough said. His eyes were glued to the Mr. Handy, knowing that if they could afford to keep a Mr. Handy while on the road, they likely could afford to stay a while.

The Vaultie squinted at him confused. “Father?” she asked, before realizing, “Oh, you mean Mr. Preston? He’s not my dad, he’s just a friend.” The Minuteman stepped forward and held his hand out to shake the Mayor’s hand, but his expression could best be described as thinly veiled annoyance. “Preston Garvey, Commonwealth Minutemen. I escorted Miss Sunny here from a new settlement up North.”

Ha. Called it. Piper knew they couldn’t be related, though now she wonders how recently the Vault opened, if it had started a new settlement and she hadn’t heard about it. Vault dwellers typically didn't like to leave their underground homes, even if they did open for trade. At least that's what the folks in Vault 81 did, from what she heard.

The mayor at least had the decency to look embarrassed by his assumption, a faint blush dusting across his face before he tried to cover it with a cough.

“Ahem, well, I can assure you that the trip will be more than worth it. Diamond City has all the finest comforts: a safe, comfortable place to rest your head, great food, and anything you could dream of can be found in our fine market stalls. Was there anything in particular that you were looking for, young miss?”

Garvey’s face shifted slightly from annoyance to sympathy, focusing on the girl (he said her name was Sunny, right?) who’s expression dropped from a polite, neutral face to fragile, fearful hope. Even the Mr. Handy seemed sad, which was almost impressive given its lack of face. Whatever they were here for, Piper guessed it wasn’t a shopping spree in the market. 

“We were informed this would be the best place to look for help in finding a missing person,” the Mr. Handy said, posh British accent clear as the day he came off the assembly line. Damn. Another missing person? That would make 4 in as many months. And that would only count the ones Piper knew about. Who knew if anyone else had been taken and replaced by a perfect look alike. The ones not replaced just added to the fear of who had been, and if they could trust them should they ever return. A city filled with suspicion but no help. Diamond City Security wouldn’t hear anything about missing people and any complaints to the Mayor were tossed in the trash. Piper would know, she dug through it. “An infant boy was taken from Vault 111 and we are most fearful of what could have happened to him.”

“He’s my baby brother,” Sunny said, her voice cracking like she was about to cry “His name is Shaun. He’s only a few months old and I need to find him but I don’t know where else to look.” Piper’s heart broke for the girl. She was so young, she couldn’t be older than Nat. She didn’t want to imagine her sister out by herself out here in the wastes. And she was looking for her brother? A baby? The whole situation was heartbreaking.

Crap. That line she said about her parents being gone wasn't just a fib was it? Now Piper just felt like an ass.

McDonough's attempt at looking sympathetic was unsuccessful, so he just looked uncomfortable. “I'm sorry, Miss. But Diamond City Security simply doesn't have the time to look into every missing person's case. I'm afraid they're too busy to look for your brother.”

Sunny crumbled and tears started flowing. “You mean we came all this way for nothing?”  Garvey looked pissed, opening his mouth to start spitting fire at the useless Mayor, but Piper, in her rage and experience yelling at the spineless bastard, beat him to the proverbial punch.

“Seriously, McDonough? A kid crosses the Commonwealth looking for an infant and you tell her you can't spare one guard to help! What the fuck!”

Sensing the danger he was in from the reporter and Minuteman, McDonough tried to cover himself, “However, there is a private citizen who might be willing to help. Nick Valentine. A…detective of sorts. He specializes in tracking people down. I'm sure he'll be happy to take your case.” That did little to comfort the kid as she kept crying and hiccuping.

“Hey,” Piper said, stepping in front of the girl and leaning down to be closer to eye level with her. “ I know ol’ Nicky myself. He's the best in the business. He'll find your brother, I know he will. Come on now, dry those tears. You can't see your way to his office with blurry eyes.”

Sunny nodded, as she tried to wipe her eyes and nose, even as more tears gathered in her eyes. The Mr. Handy placed a gentle claw on her head. “Come now, Miss Sunny. You can't go into a new city with the sniffles. You need to make a good impression.”

As he fussed over her appearance, Preston said, “Thank you for the help with the Mayor. I don't think he would have given us any information if you didn't put pressure on him.”

“Aww, it's nothing. Giving McDonough a hard time is part of my job. I'm Piper Wright. I write Publik Occurrences articles.” She offered her hand. From the corner of her eye, she caught Mayor McDonough just as he fled up the stairs. The Mayor of Diamond City, folks! Makes kids cry and leaves you to clean up the mess.

 Preston smiled, “Oh, so that's what that yelling was about,” 

“Well, not everyone wants to know the truth. But don't let me bore you with my job. You’re here to see Valentine, right?” She took a quick glance over him, trying to see if there were numbers on his coat or any significant markers of which Minuteman company he was part of. She didn't know exactly how Minuteman identified each other, but she knew only one company responded to Concord's call for help. Colonel Holis was their leader, she thinks. If Piper could figure out which company he was in, she could know if she could trust him to not tuck tail and run at the first sign of trouble.

“That will be our first stop after we get supplies, though we could use some directions. This is my first time in the city.”

“Sure thing,” Piper agreed, “follow me. Won't get anything done standing in the entrance.”

“Sunny,” Preston said “come on, I want you to stay in my sights the entire time we are here,”

“Ok, Mr. Preston,” She said, drying the last of her tears. Her face was still red and puffy and downtrodden but she was calmer now. Holding on to one of the Mr. Handy's arms, she was gently led to join them toward the steps.

As they walked, Sunny looked at Piper, “Thank you for helping us get in, Miss Piper. Sorry we got you in trouble.”

Piper smiled gently at the girl, “Don't worry about it, I was already in trouble with him. You guys didn't do anything.” 

Sunny and the Mr. Handy crossed the threshold first and stopped to stare. “Wooow,” Sunny drawed out, “it looks really different from before, Codsworth.”

“Quite different,” the Mr. Handy, who Piper now knew was Codsworth, replied, “but I do believe that the change is not all that bad. It has quite a lot of character if I do say so myself!”

“Welcome to Diamond City,” Piper grinned and pointed down to Nat yelling out the headlines, “ See that girl down there? That's my sister, Nat. She can give you a good run-down of the place if you ask.”

Sunny looked over at Preston, silently asking for permission before taking off once he gave it. Nat immediately jumped into her sales pitch, but Piper knew she would be excited about a new kid when she got out of “work mode”. Even if she did have a robot following her around.

“So, Preston,” Piper started, her eyes not leaving the pair as they talked, “I'm surprised you've never been here before. I thought being a Minuteman meant you got to travel all over.”

Preston started going down the steps at a slow pace as he answered. “Typically, you are right. I've been everywhere from Bunker Hill to the edge of the Glowing Sea. I guess Diamond City is just so well protected, it never needed to call for help.”

She continued pressing. “Anyplace interesting? I've only been as far as Goodneighbor and that only takes half a day.” She needed to know if this guy had really ignored Quincy's need for help or had just not been told by his superiors. If he really did turn his back on the settlement, Piper was sure he'd do the same to the kid.

“In recent memory? Sanctuary has been the best. It's this old Pre-war subdivision that Sunny showed us after we met in Concord. It's peaceful, with plenty of space to grow food, a small river, and isolated enough that raiders aren't too big of a worry.” 

Damn it. Nothing. Piper decided for a more direct approach. “Anywhere else? Like…I don't know…Quincy?”

Preston stopped so abruptly that Piper nearly ran into him. He turned around and his face had changed from a kind, strong Minuteman to a stern, angry soldier.

“If that is your way of asking if I was at the Quincy Massacre, yes, I was. I was there as my entire company died one by one waiting for backup. I was there when I realized I was the only one left and Colonel Holis was dead and no one was coming. I had to make the decision to retreat with what few survivors left in hopes their sacrifices wouldn't be in vain. And I was there as we wandered through the Commonwealth looking for somewhere that we can be safe. So yes, I have been to Quincy.” He turned back around sharply and continued down in a march.

Shit. So he did go to Quincy's aid. And paid heavily for it, if he was the last one left. Today was just the day Piper insulted everyone, huh?

“Wait, Preston!” Piper quickly moved in front to stop him from storming off. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to accuse you of anything.”

He scoffed.

“It's just that… When Quincy happened, everyone was devastated. The Minutemen were supposed to help people! Now, we don't know if we can trust the few left. I didn't know if you were gonna run and leave that girl behind when things get dangerous. But I am sorry. I can only imagine how terrifying it was going through all of that.”

Piper hoped he would accept the apology. She already made enough enemies by exposing scumbags with the paper. She had no desire to add a genuinely good person to that group.

Preston exhaled deeply through his nose before all the rage seemed to drain out of him. Leaving behind only a man who looked really, really tired.  

“I understand,” he said. “ Just don’t bring it up again.”

Piper agreed quickly, just as Sunny came running back up to them. The bright, cobalt blue of her vault-suit stood out like a beacon against the faded reds, browns, and grays of the city. Even when partially hidden by the brown of her leather armor, the only thing that rivaled that suit's color was the jewel green wall that gave the city its nickname.

“Do you charge for your paper, Miss Piper? Cause your sister completely forgot about that if you do.” Even as she spoke, Sunny’s eyes roamed around the scenery. It was probably super different from the vault she grew up in. Piper had never been in one before, but she was pretty sure she would react the same way Sunny is if she went inside one.

“It's on the house for first timers, kid. Next time you're gonna have to cough up some caps.” She quipped, even as the wheels in her head started turning. Sunny couldn't have been out of the vault for too long. What did someone who was raised on pre-war values, with pre-war history, surrounded by pre-war technology think of this post-war society? What did she learn in her classroom that's been lost to time for them? What stayed the same no matter where she was?

“Thank you very much for the assistance, Miss Piper.” Codsworth said, “ You said that you did know the way to Detective Valentine's place of work, correct?” 

Snapping out of her thoughts and coming back to the present, Piper nodded her head. “Right. Sorry about that,” She pointed toward the space past Moe Cronin and his swatters. “Go past all the stores and take a hard right into the alleyway. Valentine Detective Agency is the only thing down that way and it has a neon sign to boot, so you won't miss it.” 

Sunny nodded her head along to Piper's instructions then looked at Preston, expecting him to say something. He was silent for a moment, leaving an awkward tension in the air as Sunny’s gaze flicked between them confused. Piper wondered which would win? His lingering anger and offense or the exhaustion that now seemed to settle deep into his bones.

The exhaustion won as he simply said. “ You take care, Miss Wright. We won't keep you any longer.” He gently placed a hand on Sunny’s back and started leading her away. Codsworth gave his own polite wave and farewell before following, but Piper had her focus back on that blue suit. 

Sunny looked back at her and waved over her shoulder, giving a toothy grin. The dark screen of her pip-boy caught the light of the sun and gleamed slightly. The thing looked so big and bulky on such a small arm.

Piper decided to go with her half-baked idea and quickly caught up with the group, placing a hand on Sunny’s shoulder opposite of Preston. “Hold on a minute, Blue. I got one more thing to ask ya.” The new nickname slipped out easily past her lips. It seemed to fit the girl as well as her actual name.

Sunny didn't seem to notice what Piper had called her, or at least didn't acknowledge it. She turned back around and cocked her head, slightly confused on what the woman could need from her. Preston looked somewhat annoyed at being stopped yet again, but he didn't look as mad as Piper thought he would. Codsworth even seemed curious, continually zooming and un-zooming on her.

“What do you need, Miss Piper?”

“How do you feel about doing an interview for Publik Occurrences?”

“Huh?” Sunny’s brows furrowed in further confusion. “Interview? What do I need to do an interview for?”

“I want to put your story in print,” Piper told her. “I think it's time Diamond City and the Commonwealth to have some outside perspective. You haven't been outside the vault for very long right? So, you could provide a fresh pair of eyes to what everyone thinks is normal.”

Sunny stayed quiet for a moment, thinking. 

“Okay, but I’ll have to do it later. We need supplies and I need Detective Valentine’s help.”

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It was late into the evening when Piper heard a polite knock on her door. All the shops had closed down and a dinner of cram and salisbury steak had long been eaten. Piper had finished up her last touches on her article and was writing down questions to ask the young vault dweller up in the loft and Nat was patching up a tiny tear in her coat. Having been grounded for getting detention while she was away, she was banned from playing with her toys, comics, and magazines until the end of the week. As her guardian, Piper had to be responsible and teach Nat that she should have talked to the teacher instead of punching a boy in the nose when he wouldn’t leave her alone. As her sister, Piper was damn proud. 

“I got it,” Nat piped up, setting her sewing down easily. Piper was glad she actually enjoyed the activity cause she never had, nor did she have the patience for it. It was a necessary chore that needed to be done if you wanted to have decent clothes in the Commonwealth. Unless you were a yuppie in the Stands who could shell out the caps for new clothes when your old ones were ruined, someone in the house had to pick up a needle and thread.

Piper kept her focus on her notepad, wondering if asking a Vault Dweller if they were technically inbred was inappropriate before scratching the idea away completely.

“Hey, Piper? That vault dweller and her bodyguard are here to see you.” Piper finally looked away from her work and down toward the door. Sure enough, Sunny, Preston, and Codsworth were in her home. Sunny trying to diligently kick the dirt off her boots and Preston realizing it wouldn’t matter anyway. 

“Hey! Glad you guys remembered!” Piper shoved her notepad in her pocket and descended the stairs. Now on the ground floor, she got a side by side comparison of Nat and Sunny.

Okay. Maybe she was older than Nat. While the girl still held baby fat on her face like her sister, Sunny was several inches taller. She seemed…smoother, too. She didn’t have all the small scars across her hands Nat did have from handling paper and the printing press everyday. Her face didn’t have a random cut or bruise that kids normally sported around here due to falling and eating dirt. Nat and other young girls kept their hair chin length, so as to not have to spend a ton of time taking care of it. Even Piper made sure her hair never got past her shoulders. Sunny’s went past that, probably longer if they were out of the braids.

It was like she was missing parts that Piper was used to seeing in kids, and had them swapped with completely foreign ones. Vault kids really were an entire different breed from Commonwealth kids it seems.

“Hello, Miss Piper. Sorry for coming by so late but we are just stopping to tell you that we are going to have to delay that interview until later.”

Piper raised her eyebrow. Why stop and tell her if they decided not to do the interview? Did she anger Preston enough for him to forbid the interview? No, he would have shot down the idea when it was brought up and wouldn't show up to delay it. Did someone bad-mouth her enough in the market for them to change their minds? She wasn't exactly friends with most of them, but she didn't think any of them hated her enough to actively discourage an interview. Did they…

“Did Valentine forget to show some of that Diamond City hospitality? Normally, he’s better about that,” Piper tried to joke. Nick was always willing to help anyone who needed it, but a lot of people were put off by the bolts and exposed wires. If they were rude about the whole “prototype synth with memories from a pre-war cop” thing, she wouldn’t be surprised if he kicked them out. 

“Unfortunately, Detective Valentine was not there to receive us, only his assistant.” Codsworth answered.

“Miss Woods says he left to investigate a kidnapping by a gang led by a man named Skinny Malone and hasn’t returned. Does the name ring any bells?” Preston continued.

Piper’s mind went right back into work mode. Going over to one of her filing cabinets, she opened a random drawer and started flitting through the unorganized papers. “Nat, where’s my files on Skinny Malone and his gang?,” 

Nat shot over another cabinet, “His personal file is here,” a quick shuffle and Nat pulled out a folder.

Another cabinet and quick shuffle, “His gang's criminal history is here.”

Tucking under Piper, she closed the first drawer and opened the one below it, “And every article about their crimes are here.” She closed the drawer with her elbow and handed her sister the now decent stack of paper.

“Why do you know my system better than I do?”

“‘Cause you don’t have a system at all.”

Piper pulled out his personal file and the crime list. Handing the personal file over to Preston, she gave a quick rundown, “Skinny Malone is a small-time gang leader who wants to make it big. He grew up here in Diamond City. His family was well-off in the Stands, and spoiled him to be more rotten than brahmin shit. His dad cut him off 20 years ago after an altercation that ended with Skinny in the city jail, and told him that his bail would be the last time he spent caps on him. Skinny couldn’t handle an actual job, so he shot his parents in the head, took all the caps they had, and started his own gang .”

Preston followed her explanation on the paper, a serious look on his face. “And one of this gang’s crimes is kidnapping?”

Piper started skimming the list of crimes, cursing herself for not at least alphabetizing the stupid thing. Robbery, Assault, Murder- the whole thing was copied down as his crime list grew but kidnapping wasn’t one of them. She chewed on a nail.

“Nothing on kidnapping, but I do know he’s got a thing for pretty ladies way too young for him, and doesn’t like to be told no. If one got his interest enough and rejected him, I wouldn’t be surprised if he decided to just take the poor girl.”

“Miss Woods said that he was investigating Penn Street Station. We are going there to see if Detective Valentine needs help.” Sunny stated. “If he is as good as everyone says, I bet the girl will be there too.”

Piper flicked her eyes back over to the group before handing the paper back to Nat and heading past the couch. “Penn Street Station is past all the guard stations and is a good walk away. When are we leaving?”

Sunny immediately caught the addition in the question. “I’m sorry, we?” Piper had picked up her 10mm pistol and was now counting her bullets. 

“Yes, we. Valentine has been a part of Diamond City for as long as I can remember and he’s my friend. If you guys are staging his rescue, I’m coming.” Satisfied with the amount of ammo she had, she put her pistol in the pocket opposite of her notepad and pencil. She’ll need that too.

“Besides,” she added, “I still want that interview.”

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They had to leave Codsworth behind. Sunny had pitched a massive fit over it, but it was sadly the most practical. Penn Street Station would be crawling with Skinny’s gang, so a stealth approach would be needed. Codsworth was just too loud, his engine, singular thruster, and multiple arms always making an audible noise. His shiny metal finish and inability to crouch made him a giant silver beacon. It was only after she was told that he would stay at Publik Occurances and Piper lied that Nat needed someone to watch her for the night did Sunny agree to him being left behind. (Nat never needed anyone to watch her and had glared at Piper for saying that.)

By the time they had left the city and passed all the guards, the moon was high in the sky and the streets were quiet. Piper fished her notepad and pencil out of her pocket and flipped to the questions she prepared earlier. Not as many as she would have usually liked to have, but she could improvise a few if needed.

“So Blue, you up to answering a few questions for me?,” Piper asked the girl in front of her. A Stealth-boy had been attached to the girl’s armor and her rifle now held steadily in her hands. It looked so big in her hands, Piper couldn’t believe she used it. 

Sunny turned slightly to glance at the reporter. “Why do you keep calling me that? Blue?” she asked.

'Cause of the blue jumpsuit you're wearing?,” Piper answered, “You're a Vault dweller. That and the Pip-boy are dead giveaways.”

Sunny pulled at her collar and looked down to inspect her outfit. “Nothing else that fits me is any good. Everything else is either too big, in shreds, or a dress. I even have to tighten up the armor that I’m wearing with it as tight as it can go.”

Piper smiled and continued, “ I'm going to ask you a few basic questions first, just some simple information until I get to the bigger questions.”

“Okay.”

“Name?”

“ Sunny Evangeline Roberts.”

“Birthday?”

“April 4th.”

“Vault?”

“111. It's on my suit.”

“Age?” 

“12, technically.”

Piper frowned at that answer. “What do you mean by ‘technically’?”

“I mean, I'm only technically 12. If we actually counted the years between now and when I was born, it would be about 212 years.” 

If Piper had a drink, she would have choked on it. Instead, she just choked on her spit. Sunny’s tone didn’t sound like she was joking but Piper couldn’t imagine her being serious. The only ones who lived that long were ghouls and Sunny had the very strong distinction of having a nose. As she was trying to regain her breath, Preston lightly scolded the girl.

“Sunny, you can’t just tell people like that.”

“But you told Paladin Danse, why can’t I tell Miss Piper? If she is gonna write about me, she’s got to know.”

Piper couldn’t believe they were so casual about this. “Wait, wait, wait! What do you mean you’re over 200 years old?” she asked, voice jumping higher and louder than she meant it to.

“All Vault-Tec Vaults had an experiment built in,” Preston answered seriously, “none of them were good, which is why most are either abandoned or destroyed from the inside. Vault 111 put all of the original residents in cryogenic suspension.”

“They didn’t tell us,” Sunny’s voice had a hard and shaky tone to it, like she was trying to be tough but couldn’t. “No one would have agreed to it otherwise. It was too risky. So, they lied and told us the pods were for decontamination. ”

“Oh god, Blue.” Piper’s brain was having a bit of trouble catching up. This kid was old enough to be her great-great-something-grandmother. She had seen the bombs fall. She didn’t know anything about Vault-life, but knew everything about before the war like it was yesterday, because to her, it was yesterday. Most of her questions no longer applied, but a million more took their place in her head, and over half of them would be twice as insensitive as the inbreeding question.

“How…how did…how did you get out? When did this happen? ” Piper’s mouth finally settled on.

Sunny kept walking, but her steps slowed down and her hold on her rifle became looser. “ About two weeks ago. There was a malfunction in my pod. The fact that it was able to still open after not being maintained is nothing short of a miracle.”

Preston now slowed his pace to match Sunny’s, and Piper had to slow now too so as to not topple over the girl. Their brisk walking pace was now a shuffle. Piper’s pencil seemed to move on its own as it wrote down Sunny’s answer.

“Did anyone else make it?” Piper asked softly.

“No. Mom and Dad were killed when Shaun was taken and life support failed for everyone else.” Sunny’s nails dug into grip, scratching at the faux leather. “The scientists and guards that were supposed to watch us had some sort of…fight? Rebellion? Whatever happened between them, when I got out, all that was left was bones. Codsworth was the first person I found when I got out.”

Piper bit her tongue to avoid adding any commentary to the girl’s tale and just asked her question, “Why was your family allowed in the vault? I know only specific people were allowed in each one, or else we wouldn’t have so many ghouls.”

“Vault 111 was advertised as a military vault. They said it was to honor and thank our great American heroes, both past and present. Dad was retired military. His squad were the first to test out new Power Armor on the field, so they were really important. He injured his leg when I was nine, so he was honorably and medically discharged.”

Piper couldn’t contain her curiosity. “Was he the one who showed you how to use this giant thing?” She reached over Sunny and tapped her pencil against the stock of the gun gently.

She couldn’t see it, but a small smile was now on Sunny’s face. “Yeah, he did,” she reminisced, “After he retired, he stayed home while Mom went to work, taking care of the house and me. He was a bit paranoid afterward. He saw things while deployed, but they never told me what it was. He wanted to make sure I would be safe, so he taught me and Mom how to shoot, how to hunt and gather food, how to get clean water, stuff like that. I complained at the time, but now? I don’t think I’d be alive without them.”

Sunny looked up at the crumbling towers and shining stars. “Even with how worried about the future he was, I don’t think he could have imagined it being like this. Otherwise, I don’t think they would have had Shaun.” She looked straight ahead at Preston’s back again.

Piper was going to need to sharpen her pencil, trying to keep up with the girl’s words. She knew what the girl ment. If her brother was just an infant, there was a big age gap between the two, just like her and Nat. If their Dad had survived and their Mom stuck around, Piper wouldn’t have to play the stressful balancing act between sister and parent. She loved her sister with all of her heart, but Piper sometimes resented the responsibility on her shoulders. Sunny’s parents were now gone, and she was putting herself in the role of a mother on a mission to find her baby. After a beat of writing, she spoke again.

“What do you think of this?”

Sunny turned her head to look back at her. “Huh?” “All of this. What do you think of it? It's obviously different from before the war. I think everyone needs to hear how we are doing in comparison to before.” Sunny was silent for a short while, tumbling the answer around in her head. “ Things are different, that’s true. We didn’t have raiders and our toilets worked and the cows had only one head. My parents were here and my brother was safe. The buildings were safer and there was a lot more of everything.”

She paused as they had to climb over a large amount of debris. The rubble was loose and unsafe to walk on, so crawling uncomfortably on their hands and knees over it was the best way to get around the rocks and concrete. 

“There is good though,” she started again, “I have Codsworth, and I met Mr. Preston, and Dogmeat, and Paladin Danse, and everyone back at Sanctuary. Some things are different, but still nice. Diamond City was beautiful in a way I have never seen and when there aren't gunshots, everything is so quiet. And so many people are trying. They are trying to survive, and build homes, and have families. They have hope, so I have hope I can find my brother and have a good life.”

Piper smiled and scribbled down the last words of Sunny’s little speech. This was a lot to work with, and Piper didn’t want to cut anything. She hoped her old printer would survive all the extra work and not kick the bucket like Nat keeps saying. Once she finished her notes, she looked back through quickly, and found something that brought up another question.

“What’s a cow?”

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Rwby oc: Scarlet cards (Updated)

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Name: Scarlet Cards

Age: sixteen

Allusion: card guards (Alice in wonderland)

Team: SIL (team silver)

Team members: Iris belladonna-xiao long, Leona pridely + herself

Semblance name: card game

Inspiration: Alice in wonderland card guards

Description:

This semblance allows the user to materialize one of five playing cards in front of them. Each card represents a different effect: four are beneficial buffs, granting temporary enhancements, while one card carries a detrimental debuff, posing a potential risk.

Effects:

• Ace of Spades: Grants a temporary boost to speed.

• Queen of Hearts: Enhances physical strength to allow the user to make heavier attacks.

• Jack of Diamonds: Creates a temporary aura of protection, mitigating incoming damage and increasing resistance to attacks.

• King of Clubs: Improves the user's reaction speed and agility, making them harder to hit.

• However, the fifth card is the Joker: a wild card that always brings a negative effect, ranging from temporary crippling pain or even worse, locking her out of using her semblance for an extended period of time.

Limitations:

Limited Draws: The user can only draw a maximum of five cards at a time.

Uncertainty: The user has no control over which card will be drawn.

Risk vs. Reward: The potential for incredible buffs comes at the cost of risking the crippling debuff.

Cooldown: After drawing a set of cards, the user needs a brief cooldown period before being able to draw again, unless the Joker card is pulled.

Usage:

Offensive Strategy: scarlet can draw one of her positive cards during combat to gain an edge, deploying buffs like Strength/Speed or temporary aura sheild to gain the upper hand but she has to be careful when she pulls the joker card.

Defensive Strategy: the King of Clubs card and Jack of Diamonds card can be used to bolster defences and allows scarlet to strategize against incoming attacks.

Example Scenarios:

Against a powerful opponent: scarlet draws a card, hoping to draw the Queen of Hearts card for a burst of power to overcome the opponent's strength. However, they draw the joker card, resulting in temporary paralysis, leaving her vulnerable and locking her out of her semblance for 10 minutes.

Facing a surprise attack: scarlet quickly draws a card, hoping to gain King of Clubs to avoid the attack and give her enough time to plan her counter-attack. Fortunately, she draws the Jack of Diamonds card, granting them the resilience needed to withstand the initial onslaught.

Defending against a group of enemies: scarlet draws a card, hoping to gain any other card than the joker to unleash powerful attacks against their pursuers. They are successful, but she pulls the joker card and it results in being locked out pf her semblance for 15 minutes , forcing them to rely on their base skills for survival.

Conclusion:

Card game is a high-risk, high-reward ability that hinges on chance and strategic decision-making. Scarlet must carefully weigh the potential benefits against the inherent risks, adapting her tactics based on the drawn card and the battlefield situation. This unpredictable nature makes scarlet a valuable ally, but also a formidable opponent, as her actions are never truly predictable.

Weapons: Ace deck and Dealer

Description: a musket rifle fused with an axe, with an added chain for long-distance Malay

Backstory: (long)

Scarlet cards, from two hunter parents, lived in a small town about ten years after the final war with salem. While salem was gone, the grimm she controlled once weren't.

Her parents being hunters were prone to travelling while working, taking her along on many of these journey across the country to help rebuild remnant (not the smartest idea) and tragically while the world was brought together there were still people that were selfish. On one of these trips, Scarlet and her parents had been travelling with another hunter. This hunter was weird, to say the least fidgety at most.

Unbeknownst to scarlets, parents, this hunter had been picking up random travellers and taking them to grimm hotspots outside of their town to supposedly keep grimm away from the people of said town. scarlet and her parents sadly were the next victims in this hunters' schemes. Taken away from the nearby path scarlets, parents sensed something off, drawing their weapons in defence, but by that point, it was too late.

Scarlets mother was killed first being attacked by a large ursa before she had any chance to really react. Her father managed to kill a good chunk of the attacking grimm before falling himself. Leaving scarlet defenceless, in a panic after watching her parent get murdered before her eyes scarlet had tripped and fallen down into a ditch where she was was pinned by her arm, she had no where to run. Bleeding and disoriented scarlet was unable to see the approaching grimm let alone move to escape, and before she knew it she felt the ripping and tearing of skin, and within seconds scarlets lower legs had been ripped to near shreads by stragglers from the hoard of grimm.

this was it scarlet thought, years of travelling safe and sound with her parents, happy and free all ripped away by one selfish person. This was how she died, and as consciousness left scarlet, she heard the sound of gunshots in the distance and grimm dissipating.

When Scarlet finally awoke, no longer was she in the dark forest that had taken her parents surrounded by grimm, she was in a room a room midn you with a very bright light above her. As Scarlet came to a calming voice, she spoke over her, telling her that she was ok, that she was safe, and that the person who was speaking was going to take care of her. Where am I? Why can't I feel my legs? Is what Scarlet asked still reeling from her traumatic encounter. The person that spoke to her stayed silent for a moment before telling scarlet thay she was in the next town over from the one her family was headed to, taken there by a huntress that was close behind the scarlet, her parents and the hunter that had betrayed them. And for her legs, the women told her, they had been to far damaged, in the end the only reason she managed to survive was because during the painstaking trip to save her life scarlets aura had been unlocked, quite the unclimactice way to unlock aura the women thought but the women continued to explain to the barely awake young girl that despite their best efforts they couldn't save her legs and that their was nothing they could do.

Years passed, and recovery for scarlet was non-linear. When she was 10, she finally managed to convince the Foster family that had taken her in to let her get prostetic for her legs so she wouldn't have to continue being kept inside. As she did the nesscassary physiotherapy to gain the strength to use the prostetics she was eventually given scarlet planned behind the scenes to become a huntress like her parents despite Forster families' objections, she wanted to be huntress, while grimm scared her due to the trauma of losing her parents in such a specific way, she made no that to as dwell her want to become a huntress partly overrode a good chunk of that fear as in the end her drive to help people like her parents was stronger to an extent, hell she'd never admit it but she'd always wanted to be one when she was travelling with her parents, and so despite everything, despite her fear, her trauma (which today she is still working on) the way of the hunter/huntresses was the path she chose and the path she has stayed on till the present day.

(Last bits a bit rushed but that's that basic idea for scarlet)

[teaandfiction-28]

Happy Sunday Lovely Readers! 💛

We are halfway through Turn Back Time 🤯 This has most definitely been the most challenging of the three books to write, simply because I haven't had as much time to spend writing so I very much appreciate those of you who still like/comment/interact with these stories.

Chapter Fifteen is taking shape and is titled For Old Time's Sake...a little sneak peak below the cut if you're interested 😉

Their assessment of their suspect’s evasion techniques was cut short when Trudy appeared in the doorway of the garage. 

“The tap you put on the girlfriend’s phone just payed off. He wants her to meet him at the Red Bridge tonight at ten o’clock.”

It wasn’t a venue Kate was familiar with but, from the knowing look that Trudy shared with Hank, she could only assume that there was a case file somewhere with at least one member of the intelligence unit’s name attached and thankfully she didn't have to wait much longer before Hank confirmed her thoughts.

“Years back, Antonio got into some hot water with a diamond dealer.” Hank explained, casting a withering glare at Ruzek who looked as though Christmas had come early. “Case led us to a sex club called the Red Bridge.”

“A sex club?” Kate clarified, both brows lifting in surprise at the thought of the experienced ex-vice detective managing to get himself tangled in a web of debauchery that, given the nature of his day job, he was all too familiar with. 

“It’s a place where people go to have se-“

“Yeah, gathered that Ruz.” She interrupted with a roll of her eyes. “What I meant was what kind of sex club are we talking here?”

“Membership only.” Jay replied with a casual shrug, confirming her assumption that he had been one of the detectives leading point on the last undercover gig. “Light BDSM, swingers, power play…but mainly just Chicago’s elite paying a small fortune to indulge in their kink for voyuerism.”

It seemed that Chicago was no different to any other city she had policed over the last decade in that it was often the richest and most prominent members of society who deemed themselves important enough that they needn't be concerned with abiding by the law.

“I’m guessing that there’s a number of Chicago dignitaries on that membership list preventing us from getting a warrant?” She asked with a huff of irritation, shaking her head in disbelief when Hank dipped his chin into a nod. 

“Well this girl clearly means somethin’ to him if he’s meeting her instead’a gettin’ his ass  outta town.” Kevin said, folding his arms across his hulking chest and Kate had to admit, the same thought had crossed her own mind the moment Trudy mentioned Dolan’s  contact with his girlfriend. After narrowly avoiding capture on not one but two occasions, there weren’t many people who would chance their luck one more time in the name of a quick screw. 

“Clearly she’s the one if he’ll risk it all to have her with him.” Kim offered, a rosy blush staining her ivory cheeks when Adam glanced over at her with a wry smile, the two of them sharing a moment before Hank cleared his throat and Kim’s eyes dropped back to the floor. 

“That or he’s more of an idiot than we thought.” He grumbled, once again questioning his life choices when he caught Burgess and Ruzek sharing lovelorn looks at one another instead of focusing on the task at hand. “We’re gonna need to get some eyes inside.”

“Yeah but we’ve all been burned.” Jay said, scrubbing an irritated palm over his sweaty forehead. “Dolan’s gonna bolt the second he sets eyes on us.” 

“I haven’t.” 

Kate had been dropping off Alexis at daycare when Kevin, Adam and Kim had pinned Dolan down at a bar in Rogers Park and both she and Kevin had been watching the front of the house earlier when Jay and Hailey barricaded him in his backyard before he’d managed to flee. It wasn’t lost on Hank that this was the first time that Kate had willingly offered to take a UC assignment since the incident with Pulpo but he couldn’t be sure if it was because she was the only member of the unit Dolan wouldn’t recognise or because she genuinely felt ready but, regardless of her intentions, he was quick to dispel any discussion around the prospect of sending her in alone.

“You’re not going in solo.”

“Who said anything about going solo?” She retorted and for a moment he wondered if she was going to suggest drafting in young Torres for the assignment but, from the impish quirk of her lips, it soon became apparent just whom it was that she was suggesting as her UC partner. 

“How ‘bout it Sarg? For old time’s sake?”

[alterfactory]

Could I get an alter based on Philza from DSMP? He/She/They pronouns + dealer's choice neos, otherwise up to you!

we are unfamiliar with the source, so most info is from the fandom wiki

ALTER PACK...

LOADING....LOADING...LOADING...

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WELCOME : PHIL / CORVID 🪶

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he/she/they/feather/peace

genderfluid bird human + unlabeled orientation

[[caretaker, soother, debugger]]

phil, while being far from a pacifist, is generally a kind and hard working person, taking care of mundane tasks for her headmates. he is wise beyond his years and very task centric, focused on getting the job done and getting it done right.

LIKES :: Savory foods , Nature , Being organized , Journaling , Osteology , Minecraft , Challenges , Roman Architecture

DISLIKES :: Loud Music , Things being broken , Bright Light

HOBBIES :: Walks , Cleaning , Organizing , Gaming

MUSIC :: Folk Music and High Fantasy Bard kinda music??

FAVORITES ::

Favorite Color : Brown, Black, Green and Blue

Favorite Animal : Dogs and Rabbits

Favorite Flower/Plant : Eagle Ferns

Favorite Gemstone : Diamonds

thank you for requesting ~~~