#victor flower crown

[grimgiblog]

"Sir...do you think love can bloom even on a battlefield?"

[alaynasansa]

She sounded so like Sansa, so happy and innocent with her dreams

So there is magic beyond the Wall after all. He found himself thinking of his sisters, perhaps because he'd dreamed of them last night. Sansa would call this an enchantment, and tears would fill her eyes at the wonder of it

So the singer played for her, so soft and sad that Arya only heard snatches of the words, though the tune was half-familiar. Sansa would know it, I bet. Her sister had known all the songs, and she could even play a little, and sing so sweetly

Lady Catelyn had said that Sansa was a gentle soul who loved lemon cakes, silken gowns, and songs of chivalry, yet the girl had seen her father's head lopped off and been forced to marry one of his killers afterward. If half the tales were true, the dwarf was the cruelest Lannister of all. If she did poison King Joffrey, the Imp surely forced her hand. She was alone and friendless at that court

“I like the fighting stories. My sister Sansa likes the kissing stories”

Sansa Month 2023 : day thirty-one - sansa through other povs (free choice)

[okamionice]

Okay, but I could still see Victor suggesting this as a photo even without them being shipped as a triad.

@marshmallowdramatic​ Thank you so much!! ✨🌈💕I hope you like this???? 

(What would this ship be called…Victuurimetti?)

[heich0e]

emperor au with sukuna, who rules his land fiercely and is renowned for his might, who is so taken with you—an entertainer brought along to the court by a visiting dignitary—that he doesn't allow you to leave.

to the scandal of the court, you're assigned the title of noble guest, an honour unbefitting of your lowly status. you're housed in lush private quarters, staffed with attendants who see to your care, but it's little more than a gilded cage. your voice extends only so far as it pleases him. your worth is in your song, but not your words. any pleas you make fall upon deaf ears, as though you never spoke them at all.

the emperor's concubines resent you, the servants whisper as they pass your quarters, no one meets your eye.

the only friends you have are the bird who visits the tree branch outside your window each morning, and yuuji: the little crown prince and sole son of the emperor, born to him by a concubine who died in the trials of childbirth. he's curious and friendly, sneaking in to see you when he can, bringing you flowers from the main gardens or telling you what sweets his staff served him that day. he's so different from the man who he so much resembles—warm and soft and kind in spite of the blood that made him.

sukuna comes to your quarters each night.

it's no surprise the concubines seethe when they catch sight of you. no surprise you feel the prick of their hatred even from their own distant courts. he eschews them in favour of you. leaves their beds cold and their prides bruised.

it's inevitable that the rumours spread, like the bird outside your window who takes flight when it's startled.

but the emperor doesn't enter your bed when he visits you.

you know he wants to. know he expects it. but when he calls upon you in the evenings, the two of you sit silently over tea or wine. you don't speak. each night, he greets you with the same request.

"will you sing for me?"

and each night you refuse him with your answering silence.

eventually he retires for the evening with the promise that he will return again. not a request. a reminder.

it's not patience that keeps the emperor's hands off you. not kindness that keeps your head upon your shoulders, when so many have met the opposite fate for lesser insolence.

no, it's something else. something crueller.

like the emperor enjoys the game the two of you are playing, because he knows—you both know—who ultimately will be the victor.

[reccyls]

Chaotic Night - Warned by the Reaper on Halloween Night (Victor Story)

My translation of Victor's halloween event story

--

(It's quiet...)

Almost as if the party we just held had been a lie, Crown castle was bathed in silence. Wary of the effects of ingesting extract from the Queen of the Night flower, everyone had said they would confine themselves in their rooms. However...

(It's such a beautiful night tonight, I had hoped I could spend it with someone.)

Feeling a little peckish, I had returned to the kitchen and grabbed an ornamental pumpkin filled with candy. Now I was walking around the garden, when I spotted the figure of a person standing there.

(Is that an intruder...!?)

Suspecting that someone had snuck into the castle, I reached for the gun I kept strapped to my thigh. And that was when the figure turned around--

Victor: Kate?

Kate: Victor...?

The mysterious figure turned out to be Victor after all, but...

(He has a mask and gloves on... Is that a Halloween costume?)

His black outfit seemed like a costume, but even so, I couldn't rid myself of a sense of uneasiness.

Victor: ...What are you doing here?

His sudden question brought my attention back to him.

Kate: I was a little hungry, so I went to get some sweets from the kitchen. Kate: I saw you from a distance and I thought you were someone suspicious, sorry.

Victor: No need to apologize.

I continued to look at him, unsure of why I was feeling such discomfort.

Victor: But, well... Victor: Perhaps for now, I am one.

He averted his gaze, and I couldn't help but feel confused.

(That's right, Victor also drank the extract, didn't he?)

As I thought back to the events of the party, more and more questions bubbled to the surface.

(Victor is cursed, isn't he?) (It's more likely than not that he is, considering he's a part of Crown. But I have no idea what his curse is.) (He won't tell me a single thing.)

I've known him for quite some time, but he's still an enigma.

Victor: On Halloween night, walking alone in the castle is more dangerous than walking around town, you know.

Just as I was about to walk towards him, who had not taken a single step closer, I noticed the withered flowers.

(Huh...?)

The flowers around Victor had all withered unnaturally, dried leaves lay scattered at his feet.

(But just this morning they were blooming.)

As I took a step to approach the odd scene...

Victor: You must not come any closer.

His strong, solemn command stopped me in my tracks.

Kate: Victor?

The expression on his face was more serious than anything I had ever seen before, adding to the gravity of his words.

Victor: Turn around, head straight to your room, and lock the door. Victor: No matter who comes knocking on your door, do not leave your room until dawn.

Startled by his stark words, I took a step back, but--

Kate: Ah-

I dropped the pumpkin I was carrying, where it rolled to a stop at Victor's feet. He reached down to pick it up, and the moment his fingers brushed it--

Kate: What...?

Even through his glove, the pumpkin instantly started to change color, to rot, and shrivel away. Just like all the flowers around him.

(What just... happened...)

Unable to make a single sound, I met his eyes.

Victor: I could end your life with a single touch.

Kate: !

Victor: If you don't want to die, leave this place now.

Wracked with a terrible fear, I took a step back. And another. But, as the distance between us grew, his expression morphed to one of painful sorrow.

Victor: Just like that. I... I don't want to kill you.

I bit my lower lip. No longer able to bear it, I stopped.

Kate: --tomorrow!

Victor: What?

Kate: Tomorrow, can we have tea together?

His eyes were wide and confused, and I gave him my biggest smile.

Kate: To make up for today. We couldn't enjoy tonight's party until the end, right? Kate: And...

(I still don't understand everything that's happening, and I'm still scared... But despite all that...)

Kate: I want to be with you.

Victor: ...

Kate: Staying at this distance... it's lonely. Kate: So tomorrow, when I come back, let me stay beside you.

I waited for a little while, but he didn't reply. So I ducked my head, and left. Guilty for being afraid, regretful of my ignorance.

(I still know nothing about Victor.)

I felt the sting of pain and sadness building at the back of my nose.

...........

(I couldn't sleep at all...)

I looked up upon hearing a knock at my door the next morning, and opened it. The maid standing there passed me a letter, and a decorative pumpkin.

Kate: Is this from yesterday...?

Reading the letter, I saw a polite apology from Victor, As well as an invitation for a leisurely tea time with Victor later this evening.

(Oh, thank goodness everything seems to be okay now.)

My relief lasted only for a moment, because the last line of the letter made my heart race.

Kate: "Of course, just the two of us."

(What kind of face should I make?)

Though the pain and sorrow still lingered, every time I saw him, my heart leapt with excitement and it was as if the colors of the world changed.

Kate: ...I want to see him as soon as possible.

Giddy with anticipation, I raced towards my closet.

[dark-frosted-heart]

Roger Barel Main Route - Chapter 0

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this. I’m doing this for archiving purposes and you can probably find a better translation out there. Some dialogue's taken directly from the English version's prologue.

This world, it’s full of despair.

It comes in different forms, both big and small.

Even so, it wears down on the mind all the same, and can even take lives.

(I’ve been searching for a way to fight against it)

--

Ellis: Thanks for queueing with me, Roger.

This morning, Ellis had asked me out of the blue to go with with him to a cafe that looked like something out of a picture book as a “favor”.

In a space that was full of women, Ellis and I drew curious glances.

Roger: So, what the hell is that “thing” making people queue up so early in the morning?

The cafe recently went through some renovations and the first 30 customers would get some kind of gift.

Ellis: A tin of biscuits. It’s something Harry wanted but since he’s on a mission, I came in his place.

Roger: Haha, so that’s it. Then I’ll give him my share too ‘cause having two will make him “happier” than having one.

The man sitting in front of me’s been busy making people happy today.

Ellis: By the way, I had some business at the pub yesterday and a woman asked me where Roger was. I gave her some excuse because I know you don’t like dealing with that kind of trouble.

I’m someone that doesn’t believe in romantic love.

It’s something that’s not scientifically proven. If “romantic love” does exist in this world, then…

(It’s a dysfunction of the brain or a misunderstanding caused by sexual desire)

Seems like Ellis knew me well.

Roger: You’re too good for Jude, you know. I’ll buy you drinks as thanks.

Ellis: Yippee. Ah, I think I’ll get something for Jude. I’m going to take a look around, okay?

Roger: Do what you want. Pick what would make Jude “happy”. 

As I watched Ellis make his way into the store with nimble steps—

(...Hm?)

I heard a voice cutting into this peaceful morning coming from the flower shop across the street

Flower shop owner: The delivery was delayed due to construction? Ha, how typical for a female postal workers.

I couldn’t see the face of the postwoman that was getting yelled at from here.

However, with my ears that let me pick up sounds 100 yards away, I could hear her heartbeat.

It was unsteady, probably because she was scared.

(“How typical for a female.” …What a bastard)

(If it escalates, I’ll step in—)

In the moment, her dignified voice rang out.

Kate: My sincerest apologies! I will be more careful in the future. For now, will you please accept this?

The man who was yelling is taken aback, likely feeling guilty after her apology.

Flower shop owner: Y-yeah… As long as you understand. Just be careful from now on.

I heard her let out a deep breath.

(So that postwoman’s someone that tries to be strong… Not bad)

Ellis: I’m back, Roger….Is something wrong?

Roger: No? Wow, you bought a lot?

Ellis: I wanted to get something for everyone. I’ll ask Victor to make tea and we can all have them together. Oh yeah, speaking of Victor…He said he has a mission for all of Crown.

Roger: Oh? Having us all together’s pretty rare. Could be an annoying one so let’s try not to get hurt.

--

Having said that, it ended without a single injury or incident.

—At least it was supposed to until an uninvited guest wandered in.

The woman standing there covered in blood, looking pale, was neither cursed nor a target. Just unlucky.

Jude: Tch…That’s why I toldja to lock the damn door!

Roger: Haha, well I didn’t think we’d have a trespasser! She’s a naughty lil’ thing, isn’t she?

My ears picked up an irregular heartbeat.

(...This sound. …No way)

—But that hunch soon came true.

The lil’ lady called Kate who stumbled upon Crown was presented to the palace’s grim reaper like a main dish.

(Now that she knows some classified info, she can’t leave without consequences)

(Worst case scenario, what waits for her is—)

Then, the lil’ lady in her hopeless situation spoke up with a dignified voice.

Kate: I swear I’ll never tell anyone about anything I just heard!

Victor: Hmm…Hm? What’s this?

Kate: I swear to protect your secret. I-I’m a letter carrier, and we’ve been trained to…maintain strict confidentiality!

Victor and William: …

Kate: If you think you can’t trust me, then go ahead and keep me under watch until you believe you can! I promise I’ll prove it.

A brave and logical proposal.

However, despite her demeanor, her heartbeat continued pounding in my ears.

The sound that didn’t match the attitude—it had me convinced.

(Ah…so she’s the postwoman from that time)

Her loud heartbeat gave away her true feelings.

(“Please don’t kill me”)

Among the anxiety was the strong desire to live and fight against despair.

(...Nice. This lil’ lady could be interesting)

I didn’t feel any sort of love or affection, but I felt this strange exhilaration in my heart.

So I thought—It'd be a shame to kill her.

(Come to think of it, at that time…)

I did “hear” her footsteps and heartbeat when she wandered in.

I could’ve made her avoid Crown.

(But I didn’t)

(Deep down, I was waiting for “something”...which is probably why I invited this heartbeat in)

I could imagine how angry this lil’ lady would be if she knew…

Victor: Well, well, what a good idea! I think we can actually make use of you. Accepted!

Kate: …Really?

Victor: Let’s see…All right, from today forward, you shall be Crown’s own personal…Fairytale Keeper!

Under the command of Victor, the Queen’s aide who controls Crown, enigmatic position of “Fairytale Keeper” was filled by Kate, saving her life.

Roger: Let’s try to get along this month, yeah?

Kate: Of course, Roger.

--

Ellis: Hey, Roger. Earlier, why did you look like you were having fun?

Roger: Earlier?

Ellis: When we were discussing whether or not to kill Kate.

(...This guy can really read people)

Roger: Well…I guess it’s ‘cause it’s been a while since I saw something interesting.

Ellis: Hehe, I see. Then… Would Kate being here overthrow your theory…and make you happier?

Basically he was asking if I’d fall in love with Kate and be happy.

Roger: Ellis, you’re aware of my curse…right?

Ellis: The double-crossing hunter from Snow White.

Roger: Right…The queen had ordered the hunter to bring her the heart of the detestable Snow White. But the hunter betrayed the queen by letting the girl go in the forest and instead, brought the queen a heart of an animal. After that, Snow White met a prince after her life was saved…And now here’s a question. Why do you think Snow White chose the prince instead of the hunter who saved her life?

Ellis: Huh?...I don’t know.

Roger: Because that’s just how it’s supposed to be. Because there’s supposed to be a happy ending.

Not to mention the fact that this is reality, not a fairy tale.

A man who doesn’t believe in love and a little robin who’ll leave after the month’s up—the relationship won’t develop into love or affection.

(...That’s what I think)

(But then why does my heart beat weirdly when I look at the lil’ lady?)

Next

[jungle-fae]

SO CUTE Yuuri is a ✨QUEEN✨

My brain wasn’t letting me sleep until I got this out of my system

[judesmoonbeauty]

𝕁𝕦𝕕𝕖 𝕁𝕒𝕫𝕫𝕒'𝕤 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕟 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪: ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟞

This is a fan translation only. Please expect grammatical errors and translation inaccuracies. This is a full translation. Creative liberties are taken for characterization and smoother translation process. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere. Thank you for your support! ☾.

Both chapters 6 & 7 discuss snippets of Jude's past records. If you'd like to read the event in full, then please check out my collab translation here.

Jude: I’ll take on any challenge. I’ll do as the princess commands.

The outcome of the contest was left up to me.

(I think I should choose a contest that would be beneficial for Jude. But….it should be a fair match.)

(And this might be a chance to get to know Jude better….)

Kate: All right then, please choose a drink that I would enjoy the most from this establishment.

Number One Gentleman: Okay, sounds good!

The number one gentleman winked and presented me with the most expensive drink the venue had to offer.

Meanwhile, Jude poured something into a glass —

Number One Gentleman: Just water? What, is it some sort of special gimmick?

Jude: There’s no gimmick.

Jude: The lady doesn’t appear to be used to drinking, so I served her this.

Kate: How did you know that I’m not used to drinking?

When I asked, Jude gently moved closer to me.

The soft sofa sank and the distance narrowed between us.

Jude: Reading facial expressions are the basics of negotiation skills — No, it’s because I was interested in you.

(…....)

Jude: ………….It’s perfect for birdies. Drink it, 'fore ya collapse.

After dropping a cheap line, he whispered this into my ear so that only I could hear.

Seeing me turn red while within Jude’s arms, the noblewoman who suggested the contest smiled.

Curvy Noblewoman: ….Seems like the victor has been decided. Young lady, whom do you choose?

Kate: I choose…..

—Right at that moment, the door busted open.

Noblewoman’s Husband: You’re fooling around with young men again!

Curvy Noblewoman: Oh, you!

Noblewoman’s Husband: Damn it all, even though we’ve been married for years…!

(Um? What…?)

While staring the abrupt scene of chaos Jude leaned in close to me.

Jude: Let’s get outta here ‘fore it gets troublesome.

Kate: …….

Blushing at the sight of Jude right in front of me, I nodded firmly.

Kate: Haa, Haa…..Wh-what about Ellis?

Jude: Don’t worry, he’ll make it out easy.

Kate: But is that all right, you missed your chance to claim the land deed…..

Jude: Pretty sure that noble lady’s in the habit of cheatin’ ‘n other things.

Jude: Got loads t’shake her down with, I’ll just take it later on.

Now that I think about it, I feel like I gained something from what I saw tonight.

Kate: I see. What can I say, that’s cunning of you….Heh, hehe….

Jude: Ha, what? Yer laughin’ outta the blue’s creepin’ me out.

Kate: I mean, I never expected my first Crown mission in a while to end like this.

Kate: Plus….Pff…..Jude your fake personality’s something you’d see in a dream!

Him acting like a gentleman to the lady clients may be the best thing I’ve seen tonight.

Dying of laughter, I pressed the back of my hand to my mouth trying to contain it…..

Jude: Huh…..so ya can laugh like that?

Kate: That’s because you’re usually saying things that make me angry, Jude.

Jude: ‘Cause ya ain’t a bit hateful it’s cute.

[Answer: Turn Red +4/+4]

Kate: C-Cute….?

I was so shocked that my cheeks felt like they were on fire.

Seeing me that way, Jude’s lips twisted into a mocking smile.

Jude: Ha, so foolish. Yer a damned fool if yer pleased with that rubbish.

Jude: Ya got flowers for brains, so time to stop goin’ to places like that.

Jude: You’ll end up losin’ everythin’, lookin’ all kinds of pitiful ‘n humiliated.

(But I want that thrill back even for a moment….)

Kate: Thanks for the advice, but don’t worry, I won’t be going back!

I spewed my pent-up feelings.

Kate: Anyway, the club turned up clean, so Crown doesn’t need to condemn it, right?

Jude: Yeah it’ll be left alone, whether that stupid place’s ‘round or not, it ain’t for better or worse.

Jude: ‘Sides….it’s better than buyin’ ’n playin’ with women for their bodies, innit?

— The moonlight shone on him as he grumbled.

Something I couldn’t put into words made my heart shake, but it was just for a moment…..

Jude: Oh, forgot to ask ya somethin’ important.

Kate: Something important? What is it?

Jude: Which one was the lady gonna choose in the end?

Kate: That’s….

(I didn’t expect to be asked that now….)

Darting my eyes around, Jude laughs.

Jude: Woman’s so easy t’read it ain’t even funny.

Kate: I haven’t told you the answer yet!

Jude: Yeah, yeah, yer foolish ‘n cuuute. I’m goin’ home.

Here Jude repeats kawaii twice emphasizing her cuteness.

Jude mercilessly quickens his pace, and I follow after him almost running just to keep up.

(There’s no doubt that I was going to choose Jude at the time…..)

But—

(I definitely DON’T want to tell Jude that!)

The following day, after the let down of a mission —

Jude: Oh - I forgot some documents in the room. Hold this briefcase while I go get ‘em.

Kate: Sure….whoa, it’s heavy.

While being toiled away by Jude since that morning, a refreshing smile happened to pass by.

Roger: Hey, Jude. Can I borrow your lil lady for the day?

Jude: She ain’t mine, so do whatever ya want.

Roger: Hm? Well then, I’ll just take ya up on your offer and snatch her away.

(Umm…So, does that mean I won’t be helping Jude with work today?)

As I was confused between their two gazes, Roger took the briefcase from my hands and returned to Jude.

Roger: C’mon, Kate.

Kate: Whoa, hey, Roger!

Even though I was being tugged along, I turned around and saw Jude walking toward his room disinterested.

Then I got into the carriage with Roger.

Kate: Is there something going on?

Roger: Yeah. There’s a British Medical Association conference today. Hm, even if I say that I’m not sure if you’ll understand.

Roger: Basically, doctors and students who aspire to become doctors, come together to present their academic research and interact with each other.

Kate: That’s right.

(I understand that much about the British Medical Association, but why would Roger want to bring me along?)

In the middle of pondering over that, Roger’s lip pulled into a smiled like he could see what was happening in my head.

Roger: There’s a man named Oswald Simmons who’s taking to the podium today.

Roger: It seems like that man was Jude’s benefactor who once looked after him.

Roger: Maybe you can learn something by speaking with him. You’re having a rough time finding “something to like” about him, aren’t you?

(Jude’s benefactor?!)

I couldn’t help but lean forward at the unexpected good luck.

Kate: I was definitely going to become his prey, thank you!

Roger: Haha, it’s fine. I’ll ask that you be my secretary for a day in exchange.

Kate: Yes, of course!

Roger: All right then, I’ll be in your care.

What he handed to me was a notebook so thick, that I thought it was a bit much…..

Roger: Look over the medical presentations from the first half of last year.

Roger: It’s fairly specialized research, so it’s best to know some of the fundamentals.

Kate: ………….

Nothing free comes cheap.

—This guy is probably a scoundrel too.

The British Medical Association conference started right on time —

Oswald: You there, tell me the year and place that ether anesthesia was first utilized.

Black-Haired Student: Huh, me? Let’s see 18……

Oswald: Too slow, Boston, USA, 1846. William T. G. Morton was the first to use ether in public surgery.

Oswald: Young lad there, explain the difference between chloroform and ether anesthesia.

Freckled Student: Uh, well chloroform is more powerful than ether, and……

The doctor who was Jude’s benefactor - Oswald Simmons - was outstanding at the podium.

Oswald: You lot all need to start over from your mum’s womb. Gits.

(I feel like he and Jude have something in common.)

The students leave the lecture room teary-eyed and exhausted.

(I’m a little scared to speak to him…)

But then there’s no point in coming this far.

Gathering my courage, I approached Oswald who was tidying up the podium.

Roger: My name’s Roger Barel. That was quite an interesting lecture.

Oswald: Barel? Ah, the eldest son of the Barel family. Your father assisted me the other day.

Oswald shook Roger’s hand and then turned his attention to me.

Oswald: Hm? And who is this young lady?

Kate: Nice to meet you. My name’s Kate.

Kate: Um, you know Jude Jazza, don’t you? We’re Jude’s friends.

Oswald smiled meaningfully at that remark.

Oswald: Haha, I suppose there’s something you want to ask about him.

Oswald: What’s the point in standing around and talking, come along.

Kate: Okay….!

People in the dining hall were scarce, probably because it was well past noon.

Oswald: You’re “looking for something to like about Jude.” Well, I never expected to asked such a cute question.

After listening to my story attentively, Oswald smiled pleasantly.

Kate: Cute…..?

Oswald: He’s the got the kind of personality that makes people hate him, doesn’t he?

Oswald: I thought for sure you’d say, “Tell me about Jude Jazza’s weaknesses!”

(Jude has a lot of enemies. I think that’s probably normal…..)

Kate: Heehee, I would like to know Jude’s weaknesses though?

Oswald: Haha, you’re such a frank young lady. Very well, I’ll tell you everything I know.

Kate: Huh, are you sure?

Oswald: Yes, because it seems amusing.

Roger: I get the feeling Jude’s like his benefactor.

Then Oswald started to tell us about

— His first meeting with Jude.

Oswald: That was more than 20 years ago now.

Oswald: I was doing charity by treating the workers at the port, Jude brought his younger sister and came to speak directly with me.

(Jude has a younger sister….)

This is the first I’ve heard anything about Jude’s family.

And I’ve noticed one more thing……

Kate: What do you mean by speak to you directly?

It seemed worded that way for a reason.

Oswald: He asked me to heal his sister’s illness.

Oswald: Even though Jude himself suffered from poor bronchial issues and severe asthma.

Roger: Both of them? Then it’s highly likely environmental factors were the cause of the illness?

Oswald: Yes, undoubtedly. It was plain as day they were living in terrible conditions.

Oswald could tell at a glance their condition was abnormal, so he gave them a free exam.

However, their symptoms were severe—

Oswald: Continuous administration of medication is needed to treat the illnesses.

Jude: Medication…..means it’s gonna cost money, yeah?

Jude: Money again. It’s all ‘bout money.

Jude’s Sister: Big brother, let’s go home? [Cough], I’m fine.

Jude: …….Ya ain’t fine.

Jude looked at his younger sister with concern —

Jude: …………

That’s when Jude picked up a fallen liquor bottle, smashed it, pointed it at Oswald and threatened him.

Jude: I’ll pay ya back double. So, lend me the medicine!

Technically, the line translates to, “Go ahead and invest in me.” 投資 “Toshi” meaning to 'invest capital' or 'investment' in general. However, at the start of Past Records, Jude is five years old. So, I felt “lend” would be a more appropriate term for baby Jude, and added the word medicine to clarify what Jude was asking for.

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GAHHH I love them together so so much! They way he loves teasing her and how she WANTS exciting missions - QUEEN. And the way he switches back to his to his normal speech as he whispers in her ear!!!!

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[kurishiri]

WILLIAM’S PROMISED EVENT ︶꒦꒷🥀꒷꒦︶ chaotic night: the blood of the cursed ones stir. ˗ˏˋ masterlist ´ˎ˗

The Cursed ones taste an extract made from queen of the night flowers, thereby changing their appearances.

With their Curses more potent, they do as their heart desires, at their most alluring point——

The blood of the villains stirs as the curtain opens to this Chaotic Night.

this is a halloween themed collection event that doubles as william’s promised event from being one of the top 5 suitors in the 2024 election! it features both william and nica as the early clear cards, with stories for everyone in crown and vogel.

as we approach the spooky night, ♡ / ↻ / 💬 are always and forever appreciated. especially the latter two!

NOTE: this masterlist is made for your convenience to easily access translations. i do not plan on translating the entire story; other translations may be linked here with credit 🥀

─── ⋅ ∙ ∘ ☽ ༓ ☾ ∘ ⋅ ⋅ ─── masterlist . . .

prologue. 𓇢𓆸 [@.judesmoonbeauty]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. EARLY CLEAR BONUS.

୨୧ ㆍ william rex 🍓 ◝ [@.judesmoonbeauty]

♡︶︶ ⟢ nica schwartz 🍒 [@.kurishiri]

࣪ ִֶָ☾. COLLECTION STORIES.

🐈﹒ liam evans ੭ ꒰ ୨୧ ꒱ ⸝⸝ [@.archiveikemen]

ꕀ harrison gray ⌑ ﹒ 🦊 [@.cosmowgyral]

꒰ఎ 🦋 ໒꒱ ㆍ elbert greetia ㆍ [@.myusuchaa]

﹒🪞 ﹐ alfons sylvatica ﹒♡ [@.kurishiri]

﹒︵ 🍻 roger barel ﹕[@.dark-frosted-heart]

⛓️ ∿　 ellis twilight ・ [@.judesmoonbeauty]

︵︵ jude jazza ﹐⌛️ [@.judesmoonbeauty]

꒰ 💀 ㆍ victor ㆍ ⸝⸝ [@.reccyls]

🪽﹑ darius vogel ⌢ [@.judesmoonbeauty]

キ﹒💍﹒ring schwartz [@.archiveikemen]

[simplyjake]

Valentines day w Enha Hyungs🫶

summary: what u and ur man do on ur first valentines day tgt<3

a/n: and fuck everyone who got a valentine. let me be a hater but i also had to pump this one out before the day ends for me

Heeseung

Oh hee, my sweet hee

HE WENT ALL OUT

Ofc he did its ur first valentines with each other as a couple

You guys used to do valentines as friends 

Both single and lonely 

But since he finally had the balls to ask u out you can now spend it in a relationship!

He actually got u a reservation to ur fav restaurant months in advance

Bc bro knew that the place does not PLAY w reservations

Its always so busy

So the fact that he did this in advance makes ur heart swell

You bought him his first bouquet of flowers

He sobbed.

Boys deserve their flowers too!

He cherishes the flowers and when they die

He does that thing where he presses dead flowers and shit

Then puts them in a frame above his bed

He got you flowers too with a teddy thats huge as fuck

You end the night with a celebratory minecraft session <3

Jay

Such a romantic ill cry

You were never much of a valentines day celebrator

You thought it was stupid (me too bff)

That was until you finally had ur person to do it with

Im a sucker for jay playing guitar so obviously 

This man learns ur top 3 songs on guitar and plays it for you

You got him a bunch of custom guitar pics and those r all he uses btw

He gets u this big ass bouquet that came with a crown n shit

“Had to go all out for my princess” 

SHUT UP

 We know hes an excellent cook

So of course he cooked a 5 star home cooked meal for the both of you

W niki as ur server

He was promised robux if he did that btw

You got him tickets to see his fav band thats coming to town in a few days

He blew up

Sooo thankful for you

And to think this is only ur first valentines day?

Baby it only goes up from here!!

Jake

Our jakey poo

Hes the best at this shit lemme tell you

You woke up to home cooked breakfast in bed

So sweet of him awww

Hes had this day planned for a while

He saved up so that you can have a shopping spree 

Ur literally in shock bc jake??? You did not have to do all that

A nice set of flowers and movie day in would settle

But not to him nuh uh 

Dont worry you made sure you got ur gift in as well

You even got something for layla!! 

When you mentioned that u got layla a gift too he almost got down on one knee i swear to god

After ur little spree you guys went out to eat for dinner

You begged him to let u pay

He alr spent so much today that you were gonna be upset if he didnt let you pay for this one thing

He reluctantly let u pay the bill

But he HAD to be the tipper

The day couldn't have gone any better

ALSOOOO 

Posts u to “Valentine” by laufey

Sunghoon

Sunghoon is so cutie

He knew you were coming over soon so he set up his room with all of ur  favorite things

Like ur fav drinks in the shape of a heart on his bead

Giant teddy bear sitting in the corner

Rose petals and even balloons everywhere

Do u guys know the tik tok audio

“Victor u actually did this” LMFAOOOOO

You'd recreate that video with him

“Baby are u srs”

“Hoon pls we’d go viral”

And u did btw

You guys would have a cute comfy day in

He'd rather save all the big gestures for ur birthday!

You two are a really lowk couple

He posted u for v day and people slide up like

“Wtf since when did u bag a hottie”

“YOURE DATING Y/N”

And he shows them to u giggling cus like 

Hes the one who gets to show u off and be with you forever

[asterias-record-shop]

—𓆩[in our next life || EPILOGUE]𓆪—

𓆩[masterlist]𓆪 𓆩[request/ask me something!]𓆪

𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Finnick Odair x Fem! District 4 Victor! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 1.7K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - Peeta and Katniss weren’t the first to fall in love after the games. That title went to you and Finnick, your mentor after you were Reaped at the age of fifteen two years after Finnick. After being dragged back into the Games with the Quarter Quell, you both are determined to stop it, no matter what- especially if one of you would gladly sacrifice themselves for the other.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - that I know of, there is none! maybe besides cursing(?) but it's pure fluff, just let me know if you think i should add anything!

Ten years later…

This would be the second rope being tied around your wrist, to the same man. Things were different now; the games were over, Finnick built you that house on the river bank, and you had a son this time too.

Your dress was similar to the one you had before, especially because Cinna designed this one too, but this time, it was much smaller than the ballgown you had before. It was still poofy, yes, but this time it was lined with pearls taken from your first dress in strands of gold. Your hair was pulled into your preferred style, a flower crown of white camellias, pearls stranded in your hair as well.

You probably loved this more than your first outfit, a white bouquet in your hands as well. You were going to cry even more this time, you were sure of it. When someone knocks, you turn with a quick confirmation for them to come in, Katniss peeking her head inside. “Someone wants to see you…”

You giggled as your son ran in, gasping loudly. “Momma, you look so pweety!”

You laughed at his childish dialect, smoothing down the front of your dress. “Yeah? You think papa will like it?”

He nods his head vigorously. “Yeah! And if he doesn’t, he’s crazy!”

You giggled, offering your empty hand. “Wanna walk mommy down the aisle?”

He continues to nod, running over. “Momma, I’m glad you’re getting remarried. That bracelet is dirty.”

You laughed, nodding with him. “Is it baby? Well good thing papa’s getting me another one, right?”

“Yeah!”

You named your son Atlas, and for heaven's sake, he came out exactly like Finnick. Golden hair and bright sea blue eyes, a perfect smile and the freckles you loved since you were a child.

He takes your hand, leading you out the room as Katniss follows behind. “You look beautiful, Y/N.”

You smiled back at her, giggling. “Thank you, Katniss.”

You walked out the back door, stepping down the steps of the large wrap around porch Finnick had built himself. The second you stepped into the meadow of different kinds of wildflowers, all of the memories came flooding back.

“Finnick, we’re not supposed to be here!”

You whisper yelled at him as he dragged you to the edge of District 4, laughing.

“So? Come on, we’re almost there!” He pulls you harder, groaning. “Y/N, don’t be a scaredy-cat!”

You groaned. “My mother will kill me.”

He snorts. “Fuck your mother.”

You gasped, slapping his bicep before he sharply tugs you forward, a gasp falling from your lips before you screamed out as you both began rolling down the hill. His hand keeps your face in his neck as he laughs, your arms wrapping around him as his other hand holds your side.

You finally get to the bottom, Finnick laughing like the funniest thing in the world just happened as you sit on his chest, looking down at your grass stained dress. The Reaping would happen in a few days, and your mother had just bought you this dress. She would kill you if you came home like this.

“Finnick, my dress is all dirty!” You whine as he sits up.

“You’re so over dramatic, darling. We can clean it when we get back, look at all the flowers,” he says, smiling as he picks one and puts it behind your ear. “I know they’re your favorite.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you picked one and tucked it behind his ear. “My favorite wildflower, Finnick. Not my favorite in general.”

He laughed, clearing his throat. “My apologies, your majesty, your favorite wildflower. Is there any way you could possibly forgive me?”

You giggle, humming. “I mean… I guess so,” you say, making him grin before you boop his nose. “But it’s gonna cost you.”

He starts to blush, but hums. “Oh yeah? What?”

You purse your lips, letting out a soft ‘hmph’ as you fix yourself on Finnick’s lap. “Well, if I’m your highness, that means I’m queen, right?”

He purses his lips in response, nodding. “Yes, it does.”

“Well then, you can be my knight. To protect me and stay with me for the rest of my life. Sounds good?”

He smiled widely, nodding. “Sounds good. I’ll be your knight, Y/N?”

You put up your hand, offering your pinky. “Promise?”

He smiled, nodding as he wrapped his pinky around yours before pushing his hand up. “Lock it.”

You do, watching as he kissed your overlapping thumbs before doing the same. “You can’t break it now, Finnick!”

He nods before smirking. “Y’know, we just shared saliva.”

Your brow ruffled. “No we didn’t.”

“You kissed after me,” he teased, chuckling. “That means you got some of my saliva in your mouth.”

You blushed madly, quickly wiping your lips. “Finnick! Don’t say that!”

He laughed as he pressed his face into your neck. “Oh come on! Knights and queens belong together.”

You purse your lips. “No, kings and queens belong together.”

“Knights and queens make better pairs,” he says immediately before humming. “Y/N, I want to do something.”

Your brow ruffled. “Okay?”

He shook his head. “With you. If you don’t like it, you can tell me to stop and I will, I promise, but I’ve been wanting to do it with you for a while.”

You nodded. “Okay, I will. What is it, Finnick?”

He blushed madly, cheeks turning a bright red as he looked away. “C-Can you close your eyes?”

You do, closing them tightly before something soft lands on your lips. You don’t realize it at first, but Finnick was kissing you. Your lifelong crush was kissing you.

You don’t open your eyes until he pulls away, slowly finding his eyes as he swallows. “W-Was that okay?”

You look at him confused. “Did you just kiss me, Finnick?”

He looked away, mumbling under his breath. “Yeah, yeah I did,” he was blushing madly. “I just… I‘ve been wanting to do it for a while and-”

You pressed your lips to his before he could even finish, holding his cheeks before pulling away. It was soft and quick, but that’s all you really needed. You could feel your cheeks heating up as you rub them softly, clearing your throat. “I uhm… you don’t have to ask next time.”

He starts to smile. “So I can kiss you whenever I want?”

You shove him. “Of course not, dummy! We’re not boyfriend and girlfriend!”

His smile falls. “Why not?”

Your brow furrowed. “You… you want to be?”

“Yeah, I do,” he says quickly, fixing the flower over your ear. “I want to love you until the end of time.”

“Forever?” You ask and he nods.

“And when we meet again in our next life.”

You inhaled shakily as you stood at the end of the white carpet rolled out between the chairs of people, only the most significant you truly wanted to come. Finnick stood on the dock, hands ringing together nervously before he saw you. His jaw drops as he stares, Cinna grinning as he stands between him and where you were going to stand.

Mags had sadly died a few months before Atlas was born, peacefully with you and Finnick by her side. Of course you were heartbroken, but you also knew you would meet again in your next life.

The drums started to play as Atlas tugged on your hand making you look down at him.

“Mama, are you okay? Daddy’s crying.”

You look at Finnick who, sure enough, had tears rolling down his cheeks before he wiped at them.

“Yes baby,” you whisper, your own eyes filling with tears. “Yes, I’m okay. I’m amazing, I’m so, so happy.”

“Well, come on!”

You laughed as he tugged you down the aisle, waving at everyone as Haymitch and Effie grin at you. You smiled widely at them, wiping at your cheeks as you finally got to the dock where the drums stopped.

Atlas ran around you both, running to Cinna who sighed loudly.

“And at last, the day has finally come,” he says, announcing it to everyone here. “Where the King and Queen of Panem are getting married again.”

You can feel the rope being wrapped around you both, your hand holding one end as you stare up at Finnick who leaned his forehead against yours. Cinna continues to speak as Finnick takes the other end, Katniss and Peeta stepping forward to do the same thing they did the first time, but this time, they cut off the previous rope from your wrists before melting the second one around again.

“I have a gift for you both,” Cinna says as the rope stays wrapped around you both, slowly taking a box from his pocket before opening it. “To add onto your rings.”

You gasped as he took out two more rings, one a thinner band with a pearl on it made for Finnick while the other was a vine-shaped gold with a pearl on it as well. He slips them both onto your fingers as you look up at Finnick, eyes watering as he sighed. “I fucking love you, Y/N Odair. I love you so much.”

You giggled, stroking his cheek. “I love you, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and in our next life.”

He sighs, pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “Until the end of time and in our next life, darling.”

“Give her a real kiss, Finnick!” Effie shouts, Atlas groaning in disgust as Finnick pulls his hand from the rope, both of his strong palms resting on your jaw as he pulls you closer, kissing you passionately.

You could taste the slight saltiness from the tears, but you groaned against his lips as you pulled him closer, lower. Everyone cheers as Atlas groans once again.

“Stop being nasty!”

You giggle as you pull away, smiling up at him again. “I love you too, Finnick Odair. Until the end of time, and when we meet in our next life.”

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omg. OMG. THAT'S IT! THAT'S IT! OMG!

This is the last chapter, omg. With a heavy heart, this is (kinda) the end! I will start taking requests for Finnick in this universe, the link to request is in at the top! Don't be shy my loves!

© asterias-record-shop

[lalathemediterraneanmermaid]

What do ikevill suitors smell like? PT.1

Hi little robins, I'm back with the "What do ___ suitors smell like?" series, Ikemen Villains edition. A promise is a promise so, here we have our favourite villanous boys. Let's discover the perfumes that our silly little cursed ones are most likely to wear. This is not entirely accurate - it's only based on their routes information and the vibe each boy gives me. Btw, this time I tried to put the same amount of perfumes on each boy.

William Rex

Our King of Hearts, The Self-Righteous Monarch, The King of Villains. As charming as he is ruthless. He wants people to express themselves. Eyes as red as his flags that will have you doing exactly what he wants. You can't fix him... But if you let him, he can absolutely make you worse. “Strip it all off… and fall into the darkness with me." He definitely smells intoxicating, almost like tempting you to fall into a dark world of sweet, poisonous sin.

Notes: Rose, strawberry, absinthe, incense, leather, patchouli, oud, amber and violet.

Perfumes he might like:

La Fille de Berlin - Serge Lutens - His favourite

Fate Man - Amouage

Back to Black - By Killian

Parfum Sacré - Caron

Noir Aphrodisiaque - By Killian - He layers this one with "La Fille de Berlin" when he goes out with you.

Portrait of a Lady - Frederic Malle

Harrison Gray

The Easygoing & Popular Lying Fox. The sweet-addicted book-lover. “I have the curse of the Lying Fox. You shouldn’t trust me so easily.” Shhh, you have a heart of gold. "With you, I can walk through the darkness forever... Because you are my sun.” Told you. He is just a silly playful fox who loves to tease you as much as he loves sweets and books. In his route he is always throwing minty caramels at us and eating sugar. So it feels safe to say that he smells like mint and sweets on top of a soft and woody base.

Notes: Heavy mint, bergamote, green apple, Tea leaves, lily of the valley, cardamom, light vanilla, cedarwood and white musk.

Perfumes he might like:

Eau de Minthé - Diptyque

Moscow mule - Juliette Has A Gun

Under the Lemon Trees - Maison Margiela

Herba Fresca - Guerlain

Wild Mint & Lavandin - Molton Brown - His favourite

White Jasmine & Mint - Jo Malone

Liam Evans

"Curiosity killed the cat. I wonder what'll end up killing me..." Our catboy depressed kitty. My precious boy. The Stage-Star. Someone who'll shower you in roses one moment and stab someone for you the next. That's love. He shines as bright as a star, charming those who see him without effort, he will do anything to win your praise, only yours. This sweet pookie smells like a field of flowers under the rain with a base of soft, sweet and warm vanilla.

Notes: Vanilla, pink pepper, violet leaves, cedarwood, jasmine, sandalwood, grey amber, musk and modern roses.

Perfumes he might like:

Daim Blond - Sarge Lutens

Grand Soir - Maison Francis Kurkdjian

Rose 31 - Le Labo

Spiritueuse Double Vanille - Guerlain - His favourite

Vanilla Cake - Montale

Velvet Vanilla - Mancera - He layers this one with "Spiritueuse Double Vanille" whenever he is going to see you.

Victor

The Man shrouded in mystery. The eccentric Crown's mom leader. Oh Rapunzel, let down your hair. I definitely need his hair routine, and probably you too. I don't know what else to say about him, I love this man more than I love myself. "Now, give into the darkness of your wicked heart" Whatever you want my dear. I feel like he is the "touch her and you die" type of boyfriend. A real provider. He even BAKES. And likes MAGIC TRICKS. AND HE DANCES!!!! Tell me something he can't do, I'll wait, and if you find something, I'll fight you. Anyways, back to the perfumes. He gives me the vibe of a gentleman with a luxurious and complex scent. I can feel warm, woody and sweet with some spice on top of a soft base.

Notes: Bergamot, black pepper, cinnamon, sandalwood, rose, oud, vanilla and amber.

Perfumes he might like:

Bois d'Armenie - Guerlain

Royal Oud - Creed

Interlude Man - Amouage - His favourite

Gentleman - Givenchy

Herod - Parfums de Marly

Orphéon - Diptyque

Roger Barel

He is called "The Egotistical Former Doctor" but it seems like those arms are in the middle, because I can't see the "egoistical" part. "He is selfish and has no regard for his own interests", okay, maybe he is a bit egoistical but... "The Queen's Cursed Forces, huh? No better research subjects than that.” We get it boy, you really want to study them so bad, and I volunteer as a tribute. As said, he is a doctor, so he is surrounded by chemicals, medicines and medicinal herbs, so he definitely like that, something aromatic and some spices. Since one of his hobbies is sampling imported beer, I thin we can all agree that he may smell also like alcohol and liqueur. He is manly, and so, he smells manly.

Notes: Black pepper, eucalyptus, thyme, liqueur, cedarwood, lavender, incense, leather and sandalwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Tam Dao - Diptyque

Terre d'Hermès - Hermès

Habit Rouge - Guerlain

The Cobra and The Canary - Imaginary Authors

Green Irish Tweed - Creed

Epic Man - Amouage - His favourite

Forest Lungs - The Nue Co.

Alfons Sylvatica

Mirror mirror on the wall, who's the fairest of them all? The Hedonistic Thrill Seeker. Don't let all his eloquent smooth-talking fool you, he has an skilled and scheming tongue. "Greetings, Miss Robin. Would you care to indulge in a dream with me today?" As elusive as a phantom, he prioritises ephemeral pleasures above everything else. Perpetually dishonest, he'll play you for a fool… and with you like a toy… Although he has already seduced me, and probably all the robins reading this, I still feel like there's something wrong with this man. We really know nothing about him, he is presented as seductive and mysterious, but I can feel that's just the surface of the lake, in the depths there seems to be a profound loneliness and sadness. What makes me feel like this is his last name. "Sylvatica" comes from the cientific name for the "forget-me-not" flowers (Myosotis sylvatica). This blue little flowers represents true love. A symbol of fidelity and being truthful to someone you love. So yes, he might be a player, but with lots of issues in his soul, and, beacuse of that, I think he may smell seductive but drained down, with lots of sadness. Like a field of forget-me-not flowera drenched in rain water.

Notes: Forget-me-not, violets, herbs, aquatic and ozonic notes, vetiver, incense, leather, amber, vanilla and cedarwood.

Perfumes he might like:

Un Jardin Sur Le Nil - Hermès

Gypsy Water - Byredo

Lys 41 - Le Labo

Avignon - Comme des Garçons

Aoud Leather - Montale

The Language Of Glaciers - Imaginary Authors - His favourite

And here it ends pt.1!!! Stay tuned for pt.2 my loves. See you all little robins.

[aishangotome]

Roger Barel: Chapter 6

Chapter 5

♡———♡

The courtyard of Crown Castle echoed with the lively voices of Kate and the others.

There, two shadows lurked unnoticed---.

Nika: Hmm, looks fun. The Crown is more friendly and "family-like" than I imagined.

Ring: .............

Nika: What is it, Ring? Do you perhaps want to be friends?

Nika: No way. You know we didn't come here to make friends.

Ring: I know. I will only obey Dari and you.

Nika: I don't intend to make you a puppet, but if that's what you want, do as you please.

His eyes, peeking through the gaps in his ash-blue hair, eventually focus on Roger.

Nika: Roger Barrel. It seems he's doing research related to the curse bearers.

Ring: Research on the curse bearers? What is he... trying to do?

Nika: Who knows? Maybe it's research that will hinder our ambitions.

Nika: It could even shake the very meaning of our existence.

Ring: ... Should we eliminate him?

Ring: I'll take care of him without anyone noticing.

Nika: What are you saying, Ring? We're here as goodwill ambassadors.

Nika: We need to be white and clean, for now.

Nika: Besides, he's a man who could be either poison or medicine for Vogel. It's best to let him swim for now.

Nika: But...

A ferocious smile suddenly appears on his lips.

Nika: The nail that sticks out gets hammered down, the beautiful flower gets plucked.

Nika: It would be nice if someone other than us noticed him and eliminated him.

---At the same time.

The "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council" in the palace was filled with irritation.

Privy Councilor: It's been several days since the "Vogel," a direct organization under the German Emperor, arrived as goodwill ambassadors.

Privy Councilor: How dare the Vogel Director and his subordinates show no interest in us.

Privy Councilor: They only show interest in "Crown"...

As one spat out with hatred, the other councilors also began to curse the Crown viciously.

Privy Councilor: Crown, with their strange power of curse bearers, doing as they please in Her Majesty's presence...

Privy Councilor: They should be erased, a stain on our country!

Privy Council Member: Her Majesty must be out of her mind to keep those cursed monsters.

Privy Councilor: Before the existence of the Crown is exposed to the public, we, the Privy Council, must protect Her Majesty.

Privy Council Member: To do that, we must force Crown to disband.

That is what the "Her Majesty's Most Honorable Privy Council" desires.

Privy Council Member: ... But, to speak out against an organization directly under Her Majesty, we need to find their weaknesses.

Privy Councilor: Let's immediately look for weaknesses. The best material to force Crown to disband.

Unaware that darkness is once again creeping up on the "Crown"...

-

Kate: Sigh... Finally, it's over.

Finally released from the self-defense class, I was climbing the stairs, feeling completely exhausted.

(I need to train my legs and core more...)

Exhausted, I rubbed my tired legs, barely able to climb the stairs.

On these legs - under my skirt, a garter belt is wrapped around, and there's a hidden gun.

The gun was a gift from Roger.

*earlier*

Roger: Kate, I'm giving this to you. I got a good one from Victor's armory.

Kate: A gun...?

Roger: Hand it over. I'll teach you how to shoot.

I returned the gun to Roger, and a few seconds after he took aim, he shot the distant target without a single miss.

(Amazing...)

Roger: The height of the muzzle is determined based on the opponent's feet. If it's close range, the muzzle should be pointed downwards, and if it's long range, it should be horizontal.

Roger: In spaces with obstacles like rooms or trains, you might point it upwards, but that requires considerable training to stabilize.

Roger: If the muzzle wavers, the chances of hitting your allies increase, so remember that the basics are to point it downwards.

Roger explained while actually demonstrating how to hold the gun.

Roger: That's about it. The rest is just practice.

Kate: I'll try...

The gun was returned to my hand, and I held it as instructed, with Roger moving behind me.

Roger: Grip it like this. Yeah, that's good.

Roger: Put your finger on the trigger... No, don't grip it deeply with your finger. Just lightly.

Kate: Yes.

Roger: Relax... Now pull it straight back.

Roger's hand slowly moved away, and I focused my strength only on the finger on the trigger.

--A dry sound echoed, and the bullet slightly hit the target.

Roger: A little more to the left. Shoot all the bullets.

Kate: ...

My arm position was corrected, and I pulled the trigger repeatedly.

Roger: 1 hit out of 6 shots, 2 bullets grazed the target. Not bad for your first time.

Roger: We'll incorporate this into your training, so make sure to do push-ups every day from now on.

Roger: And...

Roger: Kate, think of this as your last resort weapon, only for self-defense. Okay?

*back to present*

(Roger looked a bit scary back then... No, he had a serious expression.)

As I remembered and my breath trembled slightly, I heard the sound of a piano from somewhere...

(A beautiful melody. Who is it...?)

As if drawn by the melody, I followed the sound and opened the door.

William: ...........

There, I saw William playing the piano.

William glanced at me, then continued his dramatic playing, raising his fingertips high.

The piece gradually approached its end with a decrescendo, and as the faint afterglow of the final note dissolved into the air, I offered generous applause.

Kate: It was you playing the piano, William. It was a wonderful performance.

William: Thank you for your kind words, Kate.

William, who gracefully placed his hand on his chest in response to the applause, suddenly lowered his gaze.

William: Ah... you were given a gun. A robin carrying a gun, quite a picturesque image.

Kate: How did you know? It's hidden under my skirt.

William: Your gait. When conducting undercover investigations, be careful not to let your surroundings notice.

Kate: My gait... I haven't thought that far yet.

William: But it seems you're growing quite a bit. Was it the "Robin Growth Map"?

(Ugh... It's embarrassing to hear that directly.)

William's blood-colored eyes, smiling, held a gentle power that seemed to see through everything.

(William is a mysterious person.)

(I feel like he understands everything, but I don't find it unpleasant.)

William: Kate, do you know why Roger uses a shotgun?

Kate: No... Come to think of it, Roger is the only one who uses a shotgun.

(While most members use swords or pistols...)

The shotgun Roger carries is large and conspicuous, and as an amateur, I think it would be very difficult to handle and not very convenient to use.

Kate: I have the image that shotguns are originally weapons used by people with good eyesight.

Kate: So at first, I wondered why, but...

William: One reason is that he often went hunting with his father and was familiar with it. The other is because of his "abnormal hearing."

I opened my eyes wide, receiving an unexpected answer.

Kate: Ah, because Roger can figure out where the target is by listening to the sound!

William: Exactly. Rather than risk getting injured at close range, shooting from a distance allows him to avoid that.

William: It's very Roger-like, prioritizing efficiency.

William: But that's the official reason, and I think there's another reason.

Kate: Another reason...?

William: Do you know, Robin?

William spoke gently.

As if telling a gentle fairy tale.

William: It's said that 80% of those who are forced to hold a gun in war "deliberately" don't shoot the enemy.

Kate: ... I didn't know that.

That number was much higher than I imagined.

Kate: Even if they are enemies, I guess shooting a person takes that much of a toll...

William: What about in the case of a shotgun?

William: A shotgun is originally a tool for hunting animals, not for shooting people.

William: Using it to kill people, even for the sake of judgment, would be an undeniable evil for him, from the standpoint of a former doctor.

At that moment, I remembered Roger's serious face when he taught me how to use a gun.

William: I heard from Victor that Roger himself chose the shotgun when he joined the Crown.

Kate: You mean he deliberately chose the shotgun...?

William's smile indicated affirmation.

Roger, who deliberately chose a shotgun and kills people to judge evil despite having the skills to save lives.

Roger, who has more medical knowledge than anyone else, yet calls himself a former doctor and lives in this darkness.

(... The more I get to know Roger, the deeper my questions become.)

I wonder "why" Roger decided to live in Crown.

It's not just intellectual curiosity - that much is clear...

(I wonder if I'll ever be able to ask him the reason.)

(Still, William is...)

Kate: Um, why did you tell me about Roger?

William: Hmm?

Kate: You don't seem like the type to talk about people without a reason.

William: ... That's true.

William furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

William: Perhaps because people should meet others when they need to, and be given wisdom when they need it.

Like a precept written in the Bible, its meaning cannot be understood at once.

But I felt like I had found some kind of "guidance."

Kate: It's a little difficult to understand, but... thank you.

William: You're welcome.

Kate: Ah, that's right, William!

(There was something I wanted to ask.)

Kate: I heard that there are medical books in the palace library.

William: Medical books?

Kate: Well... since I'm by Roger's side, I thought I should have some knowledge in my head.

William: Then wouldn't it be faster to ask Roger?

Kate: That's not possible.

William: Why not?

--CHOICES--

I want to grow and make him happy

I want to make him eat his words

I want to keep it a secret and surprise him

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Kate: I want to keep it a secret from Roger and surprise him later.

William: A special surprise, I see.

William chuckled upon hearing my plan.

William: In that case, I'll guide you. Of course, it'll be a secret from Roger.

-

That night, Roger and I were called to Victor's office in the palace.

Victor: Roger, and your personal Fairytale Keeper, Kate- Her Majesty has a mission for you.

(Another mission...)

Since Roger started teaching me various things, I've been feeling my daily growth.

Thinking that the time had come to test my abilities, my back naturally straightened.

Victor: There's a certain village in the rural farmland outside the city.

Victor: It's a small village, but it's a special place where they live by their own unique rules.

Roger: Hmm, you mean a village with traditional customs. So, what happened there?

Victor: A few days ago, skeletal remains were found in the mountains near that village. A large number of them.

It was a reminder that the previous infiltration mission to the "Death Party" was easier than usual.

I swallowed the fear rising in my chest and organized the mission details in my head.

Kate: But burial is common in this country, and if it's a unique funeral custom of that village...

Victor: I thought so too. So, as we investigated further, we found out...

Victor: The police officers who went to investigate haven't returned since they went to the village.

(Even the police...? That can only mean something happened in the village.)

Victor: And, there's one more thing we found out.

Victor: It seems there's a leader called the Spirit God in that village. They say this man can cure diseases.

(Spirit God...? What's that...?)

Roger: That's incredibly suspicious! | Kate: That's so incredibly suspicious!

We frowned and spoke out at the same time.

Roger: I see, if it's related to diseases, then I'm the right person for the job.

Roger: Besides, there's a possibility that this man is a new curse bearer...

Kate: A new curse bearer?

Roger: No, it's something else.

(What is it?)

As I tilted my head, Roger declared triumphantly.

Roger: Alright, Kate and I will infiltrate that village.

Roger: And we'll expose whatever evil is lurking in that miniature garden. Right, Kate?

(This time, I'll make sure to fulfill the mission without being a burden as a Fairytale Keeper!)

Kate: Yes, leave it to me.

Victor: Thank you. Liam, who can disappear, has already infiltrated and is gathering information.

Victor: Once you enter the village, contact him discreetly so as not to be noticed.

Victor turned to us and said,

Victor: Roger, Kate. Be careful not to get hurt. Now, be loyal to your own evil.

He sent us off with words befitting the "Crown."

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Chapter 7

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[deancasbigbang]

Title: Your Grounding Glacier, My Blazing Star

Author: Inkblooded Witch

Artist: TwinOne

Rating: Explicit

Pairings: Castiel/Dean, Benny/Balthazar, John/Mary, Naomi/Ishim, Crowley/Bobby, Hannah/Akobel, Rapheal/Victor, Micheal/Miriam, Elijah/Ingrid, Adina/Daniel, Anna/Gadreel, Muriel/Constantine.

Length: 63000

Warnings: N/A

Tags: Sci-Fi AU, Omegaverse, Fake Relationship to Lovers, Elemental AU, Alpha! Castiel, Omega! Dean, Fluff, Smut, D/S Elements.

Posting Date: November 7, 2024

Summary:   Castiel has spent years keeping his head down, playing the long game. His plans are unexpectedly moved ahead of schedule when he is summoned to the year’s Unity Event by his parents, leveraging their position as head of both the Krushnic family and business to get him there.    His first time back in the Orion system in years is for the singular purpose of being mated off to his family’s advantage. Bracing himself for the longest two weeks of his life turns into something else, when he learns that the Omega he had a literal run-in with on the day he arrived is technically a crown prince. Dean has a similar issue of his own to contend with. Just because his parents don’t intend to force him into a political marriage doesn’t mean a small army of officials and rich merchants don’t want to try anything. They hatch a plan, pretending to court each other, knowing the other would be a dream match for their respective lines. It works well, too well. Castiel hadn’t expected to start really caring for Dean, much less for it to be mutual.

Excerpt:   A scowl crossed Castiel face when he realized there was no option on how the call this time. Visual only. He couldn’t just do an audio call. Wonderful.    Wandering into his living room, Castiel answered, watching as his father’s visage appeared over the com unit. A bust of the man regarded the younger Alpha, tone crisp as he said, “Hello, Castiel. How kind of you to pick up.”    “I have received your official messages, father,” Castiel reminded him. “I know what you want. I have no interest. There’s nothing to discuss.”    “On the contrary, I have plenty to discuss with you. Is this any way to treat your benefactor?”    It took biting his own tongue to keep from challenging that last bit. Ishim had not been his benefactor in years. Thankfully, either Phyllis hadn’t mentioned it or he hadn’t bothered to check. Probably both. The accountant that handled his personal accounts had always been very nice, and she was prone to siding with his children over Ishim himself. Castiel had had no cause to contact her of late, but he did touch base on occasion, and always made sure to send flowers on her birthday.    “No more excuses,” Ishim was saying. “I know very well you’re back in the Delta sector. You are going to clear your schedule, and you are going to come out to the Gaia Station next month.”    “Surely you have more suitable representation options- ”    “Castiel Emanuel Krushnic, I’ve had enough of this. We both have.”    “Mother,” Castiel greeted, as the hologram expanded to include Naomi’s bust alongside Ishim’s. “How are you?”    “Don’t you dare patronize me,” she warned. “It’s been three years since there has been suitable representation at the Unity Event.”    One of the first lessons Castiel had learned was the art of a mask. At this point he was convinced someone could be stabbed to death in front of him and he could maintain the facade of polite interest. His body language matched it, but his scent was harder. It had taken a lot of practice, and the way this day was going, he’d need to brush up.    Visage unphased, Castiel pointed out, “Micheal makes it a point to attend each year. He’s a fixture. And now that Rapheal’s pregnancy is no longer a hindrance she intends to- ”    “That is not what we mean.”    “I thought you would be grateful, I am going out of my way not to be an embarrassment. You recall, don’t you, mother? These things are hardly my strong suit.”    “You will attend or there will be consequences,” Ishim snapped. “We have arranged for your passage on the next passenger transport to Gaia Station, and if you are not on it you won’t like what happens. Is that understood?”    “I do, father.”    When the call ended, Castiel could hear his apartment’s defrosting system kick in. He glanced down at himself, scowling when he realized frost was starting to climb down his limbs. He really was out of practice.

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[nightghoul381]

Ellis Twilight ~ Main Route Chapter 0

Disclaimer for route warnings | Masterlist

Additional Content Warnings: None

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Ellis: “—That’s about all Jude asked me to report.”

Victor: “Thank you for your hard work on this mission… It seems like tonight was a bit difficult.”

Ellis: “Huh, Oh…”

Looking down at my clothes that were covered in blood, I realized the reason for Victor’s wry smile.

Completing tonight’s mission certainly took a little extra effort.

Ellis: “I aimed for the heart, but his body was thicker than I thought, so the knife didn’t penetrate deep enough.”

Ellis: “I felt a little sorry for him because I wasn’t able to kill him instantly.”

Victor: “…I see.”

Victor: “As always, you carried out your duties calmly, but… are there any times when you find it difficult?”

(Difficult…)

The members of Her Majesty’s royal organization, Crown, undertook everything from espionage to assassination.

But that doesn’t mean that everyone felt nothing when taking a life.

I noticed that a few days after moving in.

And I thought it was a fairly normal feeling.

(But…)

Ellis: “No, nothing in particular.”

Victor: “…That’s fine then. Please let Jude know that he did a good job.”

Ellis: “Mmhmm, Understood.”

Some pick flowers, tie them into bunches, and display them beautifully in the store.

Others polish dirty shoes with cream and a brush.

For me, taking a life as part of my job was the same thing.

As long as my desires weren’t involved, I had no hesitation.

(If there’s one thing that makes me hesitate to kill someone, it’s--)

(When I want to kill that person for my own desires.)

(Maybe it’s time to think about such selfishness and self-centeredness.)

To stop that from happening--I put a tight lid on my desires.

Never again… I will not let the happiness of someone I love be faked.

Young boy: “Waaah…!”

Ellis: “…!”

No matter how bloody the night, a bright morning will come.

While Jude and I were at the market on business for the trading company, we came across a crying child.

(He doesn’t seem to be injured… Maybe he’s lost?)

As I went to call out to him, the postal worker nearby suddenly crouched down.

Her gentle manner seemed to have calmed the child’s crying a little.

(…That’s good. Then I’ll—)

When I looked around…

(Ah, over there.)

I found the person I was looking for right away. I’m relatively tall, so I could see them easily even in a crowd.

Ellis: “Would you happen to be looking for a lost child?”

Woman about to cry: “Yes, do you know where…!?”

I pointed to where the child was and the woman ran off in a panic.

From a distance I could see the postal worker from before, the child, and the woman who appears to be his mother, all burst into smiles.

(…good.)

If possible, I wanted everyone I saw to be happy.

I didn’t want anyone to be unhappy.

If there’s anything I could do, I wanted to do it.

(Because—Happiness is fragile.)

(No matter how wonderful a person is, no matter how much they wish for an ordinary life.)

Happiness is like the twilight sky, changing color quickly.

(…Did you see?)

On a normal night of missions, all of Crown worked to take out a certain target, and then…

There was the sound of one woman’s taken-for-granted happiness being shattered.

William: “Oh, isn’t this the Robin I met this afternoon?”

Kate: “Ah… um… uh…?”

The woman was covered in blood, turning pale and shivering,

It looked to be the same postal worker I’d seen working on the street.

(…So pitiful.)

My heart ached as I remembered how she was smiling so happily after the lost child was reunited with his mother.

The work of “Crown” is meant to be kept secret.

A darkness that should not be known to those who live in the bright sunlight.

If they found out—They wouldn’t be able to return to their normal daily life.

(So at least…)

Ellis: “Shall I kill her?”

Ellis: “She doesn’t seem happy at all, but I’ll do it.”

(At least I’ll kill you so you don’t suffer.)

Silence fell.

The postal worker, whose name was Kate, was trembling pitifully.

Victor: “Hmmm, that’s right…”

(If the punishment has been decided, it’s better to do it sooner.)

(That way, you’ll spend less time dwelling in anxiety and fear.)

While waiting for Victor’s reply, I was about to reach for my knife, but at that moment…

Kate: “I promise I will never tell anyone about what I’ve just witnessed.”

(…)

Miss Kate declared that in such a firm voice that it was hard to believe that she had been pale and trembling just a moment ago.

Victor: “Hmmm…Huh? What’s that?”

Kate: “I will keep your secret at all costs. Postal workers are trained to maintain confidentiality no matter what.”

Victor | William: “…”

(Victor and Will are both surprised.)

I was taken aback, but before I knew it, my eyes were glued to her.

Even in this situation, it seemed that Kate hadn’t given up on life.

Kate: “If you say you don’t trust me, you can keep an eye on me until you feel you can.”

Kate: “I’ll definitely prove it.”

(…You still believe…)

In being able to return to your normal, everyday life.

To be able to laugh with happiness again.

Even in the darkness, where the sunlight seemed to be completely swallowed by darkness, you believed.

(--…It’s wonderful)

Her profile was dazzling, like the sun that would never set on the horizon—

(I want you to laugh again.)

(Like that time when I saw you on the street corner.)

The feeling arose as if it were natural,

What if I didn’t have to ‘end things’ as a job?

If there were still a ‘continuation’ to her happiness.

(I want to make you happy.)

As I stared at Kate’s profile, as she tried to keep her head up—

--For some reason, the twilight sky of ‘that’ day, the happiest day in the world, vividly appeared in the back of my mind.

Chapter 1

[onegianthotmess]

idk if your requests are open rn, but could I request a William Rex x reader

Soft Angst to fluff where reader (early in her and William's relationship) sees William interacting with a female noble and gets jealous, but also thinks that maybe William should be with her instead, and William comforts her

(if thats too much detail then just angst to fluff where william comforts her after she gets upset over something)

I love this because this is what I need half the time whenever I’m insecure, so I apologize if this is very self-indulgent and full of too much of William and the reader sweetly talking with subtext of being so fucking thirsty for each other-

(But I mostly did reader telling the homewrecker off if that’s okay-)

Also, apologies if this took really long, I have A LOT of saved drafts, including one request as of the time I began writing, so thank you for being patient!!!

My Jealous Little Robin…

William Rex x Reader

Synopsis: Though you and William haven’t been together long, you’d never doubt his love and devotion to you. You heard it straight from his own self-righteous lips that you were the only one he’d exposed himself to, both inside and out. Yet, you can’t help but feel annoyed and just a little, dare you say, jealous as a dense and inept noblewoman who can’t seem to take a hint steals your love’s attention. And no matter how hard you try, you can’t seem to politely tell her to get the hell away from your man nor keep the feeling of envy out of your heart.

You never thought you’d go to a party with William that didn’t involve the possibility of getting killed or assassinating a target of Crown.

Yet, here you were, being led through the entrance of an extravagant venue by William to attend a party held by an old friend of his and Victor’s. William, as always, looked practically drop dead gorgeous, especially in the new suit he’d asked you to pick for him. And of course he’d picked out your dress to match his suit you’d picked for him.

“Red really is your color.”

It’s what he always said whenever you wore anything red, even if it was just a flower in your hair. Anything he picked for you to wear was always gorgeous and used red as the primary color for the outfit. However, you knew that he thought the most gorgeous red on you was the blood that splattered across your cheeks and clothes whenever you were a bit too close as he finished off a target on a mission.

“What has your mind wandering this time, sweet robin?” William asked, pulling you from your thoughts and making you realized that you two were now standing on the sidelines of the ballroom.

You hummed in reply, “Just thinking about how nice you look in your new suit and how sweet you are in picking out lovely clothes for me.”

“My, what sweet thoughts occupy that pretty little head of yours!” William smiled, gently cupping your cheek with one of his hands. “I’m happy you like the clothes I pick out for you just as much as I like the ones you pick for me.”

“I’m sure you like the clothes you pick for me as well,” you teased lightly, earning an amused laugh from William.

“My little robin has caught me red handed,” William laughed before looking up and down at you in your new dress. “Red truly is your color and I do love to see you in it. It reminds me of the night we met.”

Oh, the night you met William. How you’d both changed since then; well, more so how you had changed since then. You used to be just a simple mail carrier dressed in red with a fragile heart and hardly the will to be selfish enough to ask someone for a glass of water. But now you were in a loving relationship with an assassin, both of you savoring every single moment together as you both eagerly awaited your tragic demise by the hands of William’s own self-righteousness.

But that night would most likely be one of the best nights of your life, your favorite moment being when William graciously wiped away the blood that splattered on your cheek. Even having barely known you for less than about an hour, he was a sweet man who’d only wanted you to be free and comfortable in every way.

“That was a wonderful night,” you murmured, leaning into William’s hand that still gently cupped your cheek.

“It certainly was, wasn’t it?” William hummed, gently thumbing your cheek.

“Oh, William!” a voice smiled.

Snapped out of the little moment between the e two of you, both you and William turned to see a man walking towards you both with a wife smile on his face. Recognizing the man, your lover smiled his usual approachable smile.

“Edward, it’s good to see you again,” William smiled, moving his hand from your cheek to your waist in a subtle show of affection and possible protectiveness, but you could never be too sure when it came to William. “Thank you again for inviting me and my dear robin here tonight.”

“You’re welcome and thank you for coming,” Edward replied politely before turning to look to you, cordially extending his hand. “I don’t believe we’ve met before, though. I’m Edward Storman, I grew up with William to some extent. It’s a pleasure to finally meet the woman who’s been able to achieve the impossible of bewitching the William Rex.”

You laughed lightly at the lighthearted jab directed at your lover and took Edward’s hand. “(Y/N), and the pleasure is all mine, Edward,” you replied.

“I assure you, it’s mine,” Edward smiled, releasing your hand with a small laugh. “It truly surprised me when William began to write to me about a woman who’d actually managed to truly capture his heart. I honestly started to believe he was immune to love before those letters.”

“Really?” you asked, soft laughter leaving your lips.

“Yes, I did,” Edward replied. “Never had I met or even thought of a single woman who had been able to capture William’s heart. I applaud you in achieving the impossible, Miss (Y/N). It’s a true wonder what you’ve managed to do.”

“You make it sound like I avoided love altogether, Edward,” William smiled playfully. “Do you think I’m heartless?”

“Of course not, William!” Edward answered with a smile. “It’s just a wonder that you’ve actually found love. You’ve never talked about any woman before, especially in the way you spoke of this lovely lady in your letters. I just thought, with how you’ve never showed any sort of interest in love, that you were immune to it.”

“Well, it seems my sweet robin has proved you wrong there, old friend,” William smiled, gently pulling you a bit closer to him. It was subtle, but it was likely a show of both him and you being taken to the many people subtly watching the conversation between William and the kind host.

Just as Edward was about to reply, the faint call of his name got his attention. With an apologetic smile, the turned to you and William. “I apologize, but someone is asking for me and I must give them my attention,” Edward sighed.

“It’s no problem at all!” William smiled before looking to you. “Do you think it’s a problem, my dear robin?”

“Oh, no, of course not! You’re the host after all,” you replied, smiling at Edward, who was clearly grateful for the understanding.

As the host left, something seemed to catch William’s attention. With a sigh, he turned to you and apologetically smiled, “I’m afraid someone also needs me, my robin. An old associate, to be specific. Do you mind if I go for a moment?”

“I’ll be fine, William,” you smiled politely.

“I won’t be long,” William murmured as he pat you on the head softly and pecked your cheek before disappearing into the crowd of people.

Well, it wasn’t like he could ever disappear into the crowd; with his striking looks and deep red clothes that he wore, it was near impossible to lose William amongst other people. Though, that gift of his was both a blessing and a curse. To you, at least.

While you could find him easily amongst people, he also attracted attention from how charismatic and kind he was. And with him being an absolutely drop dead gorgeous man, he often attracted mostly female attention that couldn’t take a fucking hint.

Much like now. As you were about to turn to go and try a glass of the wine, a noblewoman had came up to William and began to talk with him. And it definitely wasn’t friendly with how her eyes held barely concealed lust, how her pink lips and over rouged cheeks played into a seductive smirk, and how she shamelessly touched William like they were intimately close. And, in true William Rex fashion, he simply smiled and talked with the woman.

You knew he would never intentionally do anything to hurt you, especially with how selfishly he’d loved you night after night in both of your respective rooms; though you practically moved into his room by now and used your room as more of an office; back at the castle. But, you couldn’t help but feel the green thorns of jealousy grab at your insides and make you pout ever so slightly. Even if William was just being polite and friendly, the noblewoman that was now clinging onto his arm certainly wasn’t. And though just a few months earlier you would’ve simply stood aside and let it happen and bit your tongue behind a smile, you weren’t going to let any harlot or whore touch what was rightfully yours and yours alone.

So, taking a breath to compose yourself, you moved gracefully in between guests before you’d made your way to William’s side.

“My love?” you softly interrupted, causing William to light up at the sight of you and the noblewoman to scowl at you. Not that she had any right to.

But your attention moved back to the man you loved what William smiled, “My sweet robin! Did I make you wait for too long?”

“Something like that,” you hummed in reply before looking at the noblewoman, whose expression had soured even more since William spoke to you. “Who is this, dear?”

“Oh, yes, how rude of me!” William smiled, turning back to the woman, whose expression immediately turned disgustingly sweet when he turned and looked at her again. “This is Mary Addams. Miss Addams, this is my lover, (Y/N).”

Mary’s expression dropped a bit in shock when she heard the word “lover” come from William’s mouth, clearly not expecting it. But, trying to maintain her perfect facade, she extended her hand to you.

“How do you do, Miss (Y/N)?” Mary asked with a smile, clearly trying her best to not scowl at you.

“I’m quite fine, thank you for asking,” you smiled, politely waving your hand and making her extended handshake look foolish. If she was going to try and be a slag, you were going to make her regret even thinking about it. “It’s a lovely evening, isn’t it?”

“Yes it is,” Mary smiled in a fake manner, lowering her hand since you didn’t accept the handshake. “I was unaware that you had a lover, Lord Rex.”

“Well, she was a surprise to me, as well,” William replied with his usual smile, removing his arm from Mary’s now loose grip so he could pull you to his side with one arm and take your hand to kiss your knuckles with his free hand. “And a very welcome surprise, at that.”

“I see,” Mary said, a flash of an insidious idea suddenly appearing in her eyes before she continued, “so your relationship is quite new?”

“Yes, we’ve only known each other for a few months, but it feels much longer than that,” William answered, his grip on your waist possessively tightening ever so slightly.

“Well, you never know, sir!” Mary smiled all too sweetly. “People are calling it the ‘honeymoon phase’ these days and say that once it wears off, things could be over in a matter of moments, either by argument or by someone else catching your eye.”

“Are you implying something, Miss Addams?” you asked, eye twitching as you resisted the urge to slap the rouge off of her cheeks.

“Oh, never, Miss (Y/N)! Just a friendly bit of advice to you and Lord Rex for the future. Anything can happen, you know!” Mary hummed in reply.

“Well, that’s quite kind of you, Miss Addams,” you smiled before looking at the woman in front of you with barely contained malice. “Would you mind if I gave you a friendly bit of advice as well?”

Obviously thinking that she’d won the silent battle between you two as evidenced by the smug glint in her putrid green eyes and devilish grin on her sickeningly pink lips, Mary smiled at you, “I wouldn’t mind at all!”

“Next time you try acting like a complete harlot, don’t try to be a homewrecker as well,” you said lowly, not loud enough for the entire party to hear, but loud enough that a few nearby guests stopped and stared and even began to murmur a bit.

“E-Excuse me?” Mary asked, clearly not expecting that response and trying to come up with a decent reply.

“You heard me, slag,” you replied firmly. “You can whore yourself out all you want, but don’t go being a homewrecker. Especially when you’re trying to mess with me and my partner whom I am quite happy with, thank you very much.”

“I-I have no idea what you’re talking about! I was just being friendly!” Mary defended, trying to turn things around and make you seem delusional to the guests that were now watching and whispering.

“Yes, yes, I’m sure you learned how to be friendly from both of your parents, seeing as you clearly didn’t learn manners or courtesy from them,” you sighed, waving a dismissive hand before you gently took William’s arm. “Now if you’ll excuse us, Miss Addams. Have a nice evening.”

And you led William out of the ballroom, with Mary in the middle of a small crowd of guests, completely humiliated and with her jaw on the floor. Once both you and William were out of the ballroom and in a secluded corner, you breathed a sigh of relief. You’d mostly been running on adrenaline and let your annoyance take control while your rational mind was in the backseat, so you weren’t really in control when you’d told the noblewoman off.

“My, that was quite a show you put on,” William hummed. “I knew you had a bite, but I didn’t think you had that much of a bite.”

“Oh,” you murmured, looking at William, “well, I just didn’t like how she was…”

“Words, robin. I need words,” William said softly, patently looking at you as you struggled to admit to yourself why you’d done what you’d done.

Finally, you sighed, “I didn’t like how she was touching you or talking to you. Not to mention, she had your full and complete attention.”

“Oh, my jealous little robin,” William smiled softly, pulling you close to his chest, “you know that no other person could possibly satisfy me in the ways you can. Why would I waste my time on some cheap woman when I could have a one of a kind little bird like yourself?”

“You do mean that, right?” you asked quietly, looking up at William with your cheek squished against his chest.

“What would I get out of lying to you, dear?” William hummed, planting a kiss on your forehead. “You are the only woman I could truly love and be happy with, and I mean that with everything I have. You are my precious robin and I do not intend to ever let you go.”

“I love you, my William,” you murmured, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist.

“I love you more, my jealous little robin,” William replied lovingly, bringing a hand up to pat you on the head.

You both could return to the party later. For now though, you’d rather keep to yourselves and selfishly indulge in being together for a little while longer.

FINALLY DONE! I am so, SO sorry I made you wait so long, life and projects got in the way of me getting to this! But I hope you enjoyed!