In his small apartment, a mini-gym sits for when he can't make it into a physical gym. Sometimes you even find yourself begging him to stay home with you, which doesn't take much to convince you. He won't lie and say it isn't encouraging to watch you drool over him.
A tension bar snug in his bedroom door frame, a bundle of dumbells that you couldn't dream of picking up, and a rolled up mat that he rarely used. It wasn't much, but he keeps you entertained.
The way his abs crunched with each pull-up, the soft grunts and sighs with each curl up. You could watch the sweat bead down his torso, follow his v-lined hips down to his gray sweatpants that didn't leave much to your imagination.
"What are you looking at, pretty girl?" He asks, the smug expression on his face when he catches your eyes on him.
Your gaze hot on him, Leon even feels himself showing off for his audience. You're easy to please, so watching him do anything was basically foreplay. Sometimes, if you're really lucky, he even asks for your help. Placing you on his lap to straddle him, you're basically a weight for his core exercises. Holding your eyes the whole time he's pressed into you.
You try your best to help him, but you just can't fight the urge to grind against his growing erection. Even his breath is getting heavier the longer you're on him, and eventually working out is just an excuse to fuck you on the living room floor.
Leon's locked you in a kiss on his final sit-up, his legs moving under him so you're easier to position on your back. He lifts you up, pushing up into you with his dick. "Mm..ah…Leon.." He's smiling to himself as he's lowering you back and playing with the hemline of your shorts while he pins you into another kiss.
"Thought..you were too busy working out.." You mutter when he breaks the kiss to pull off any fabric keeping him from you. Your lips blushed in a pout, wet and glistening in the lamp light. "This is my workout, baby." He grins before lining up his cock to you, pushing in so easily. You take him so well, it's like you'd been doing your own training just to fit him perfectly.
"Ohh..fuck, babe…" He groans, letting out a deep breath.
Leon's favorite feeling is bottoming out inside you, when his girth finally settles inside your pussy. The walls tightening and relaxing around him, it was enough to ruin him instantly. His arms almost give out, elbows shaking and his eyelids fluttering. He made a mental note to work on his stamina, you were far too tempting for him.
He only starts moving when you give him the 'ok', your hand sweetly reaching out for him. Smiling as you daze out on his dick, his steady thrusts into you. Leaning back to watch himself fuck you, and watch you unravel beneath him.
His hands grab onto your hips, giving himself more hold as he speeds up his pace. You watch his eyebrows knit, the sweat now forming on his forehead, and the ways his muscles flexed the harder he pounded in.
Leon's rambling under her breath, "So..good..you're so fucking good for me..huh? Fuck…" His voice trembles, his hips stuttering before he's collapsing back on top of you. Holding around your waist and basically burying himself in your chest. The wet slap of his skin meeting yours.
You can't stop yourself from cumming, nails digging into the carpet as if they were your bedsheets. Your shirt riding up, face flushed, and eyes locked onto your handsome Leon.
It isn't much longer till he's finishing off onto your stomach. His fist jerking at his shaft for a few pumps, his breathing heavy as he's watching you under him.
Leon's weak when it comes to you watching him, he'd do just about anything to keep you entertained.
comment. i dreamed of this drabble, ive been going through it for a few days so i havent had much energy to get this down but i literally couldnt stop thinking of this. i want leon to use my body as an at home weight set where he fucking throws me around the house guys im being held captive in my own brain anyways thank you for reading love u bye
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WARNING: NSFW 18+ only, MDNI
[Prologue | Victor | William | Ring]
Reflecting the chandelier's light, the goddess on the coin sparkled in the air before landing on the back of my hand… and smiled at me.
Neema
“It looks like tonight I'm the ‘Queen,’ Will.”
William
“Ah, then I'll gladly obey.”
Will laughed, holding both hands up, his expression relaxed.
No matter how hard I try, Will always has the mental advantage.
(But when I exceed his expectations, he squints his eyes in delight.)
(So… I want to surpass expectations as the “Queen” and make Will admit defeat…!)
Steeling my resolve, I lifted my chin haughtily.
Neema
“Now then, sit on that sofa over there… Sit.”
William
“Yes, Your Majesty. As you command.”
(Ugh…!)
The mere act of being served by William threatened to shatter my composed resolve.
(Hold it together… hold it together…)
Consciously making a commanding gesture, I sat on Will’s lap and pointed to the side table.
Neema
“Feed me the cookies over there. You mustn’t drop any of them.”
William
“This position makes it hard to see your lips, so it will be difficult…”
His fingertips, holding a cookie, searched the air for my lips.
(Will's struggling… cute…)
William
“Is it here…? Would you open your mouth, Your Majesty?”
Neema
“Ah… hehe, that's my cheek.”
William
“Then, this side?”
Neema
“There… ah!”
Before I could take it in my mouth, Will's fingertip withdrew and the cookie fell onto my lap.
Neema
“Dropping a cookie is a serious crime, you know…”
William
“I shall accept whatever punishment you deem fit.”
(This might be my chance…)
I shifted positions on his lap, straddling him, and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck.
Neema
“As punishment…. Keep looking into my eyes and saying ‘I love you’ until I'm satisfied.”
William
“…”
William
“……I love you.”
That meltingly sweet whisper threatened to break me again.
William
“I love you, Neema……”
Neema
“…”
William
“I love you, I love you, I love you…”
Neema
“T-That's enough!”
William
“Ahaha, that was quick.”
William
“Then… may I kiss my queen to pledge my loyalty?”
Neema
“…I will allow it…”
(I don't feel like I'm in control at all… If this keeps up, I won't be able to exceed Will's expectations…)
Neema
“Hmm, ahh… mmm…”
Will's lips nibbled at mine, his tongue slid in, tracing the sensitive spots.
A tingling ache deep in my stomach threatened to melt my resolve, and I hurriedly pushed Will's chest away.
Neema
“…This isn't a kiss pledging loyalty, is it?”
William
“My apologies. Shall you punish your inadequate subject again?”
Will's eyes taunted me, seeing right through my desire.
So, I did it.
Neema
“Yes… I will punish you.”
(Let me show you just how far your Queen can go.)
I grasped Will's belt and slowly pulled it out from his trousers.
Neema
“From now on, I'll be on top and move however I please. You, Will, mustn't move a single finger.”
William
“…If it is the Queen's command.”
Dropping the belt to the floor, I then loosened his trousers.
Pulling down his underwear, I found his hard length, making me gulp. Gently shifting my own underwear to the side, I lifted my hips and tried to take the tip in, but it didn’t seem like it would go in easily right away.
(……What should I do?)
A wave of embarrassment washes over me, blood slowly rising to my face.
William
“…Shall I ease you in with my fingers?”
William
“Or shall I watch as Your Majesty does it yourself?”
William
“Though… that would be more of a pleasure than a punishment.”
It frustrated me that Will still held the upper hand, even as I pressed him so aggressively.
(If only I were a more selfish, spoiled queen who could fluster Will…)
Shaking off the shame, I grabbed his crimson-painted fingertips and pulled them toward me.
Neema
“I'll… borrow your finger. I'll use Will's finger.”
William
“…I see.”
Neema
“Don't you dare move it on your own…”
I brought Will's slender, long middle finger directly beneath me and slowly lowered myself onto it. The fingertip touched my wetness, making a soft squelching sound.
Without breaking eye contact with Will, I slowly sank his finger all the way inside.
A different kind of pleasure ran through me, neither from doing it myself nor from having Will do it to me, and I let out a hot sigh.
(I'm using those beautiful fingers of Will's… like a tool…)
A sense of guilt fueled the pleasure, and it carried me away.
Neema
"Mm, mm…"
William
"…"
Will's smile slowly faded from his lips, and his eyes became hot with desire.
Neema
“Ah… hnn…”
I let out an impatient moan when his fingertips couldn't quite find the right spot, and as they tried to move inside me, I gripped his hand tightly, reprimanding him.
William
“….!”
Neema
“Don't move…”
Truthfully, I wanted more. But suppressing that desire, I whispered into Will's ear.
Because right now, I am his Queen.
(Though I'm sure Will sees right through this stubbornness.)
Thinking that, I peered up at his face—
William
“…Hmm. This is troublesome.”
William
“My queen is this adorable, yet I can't love her freely… Indeed, this is an effective punishment.”
His troubled, heated expression and voice were exactly what I had craved.
Neema
“…Ah, ahh!”
I felt joy, but at the same time a sweet ache sunk deep in my stomach, making me squeeze his fingers tightly. I pressed my forehead against Will's shoulder, taking in the pulsing pleasure. When the waves of hot pleasure subsided, I gently released the fingers I had been enjoying.
William
“…Neema.”
Neema
“Mmm…”
When I lifted my gaze, Will was looking at me, his eyes narrowed affectionately.
(Ah… I really love this look in his eyes.)
Neema
“Enough punishment already… Make me feel good…”
William
“Is that also an order?”
Neema
“…Hehe, yes. If you make me feel good properly, I'll give you a reward.”
William
“I see. Well then, I'll have to try harder… for you.”
Neema
“Huh? Ah, mmm!”
His sweet and slightly extreme service had me melting into a pulp. Maybe it was I who really received the reward for my efforts as the "Queen."
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Notes:
I totally forgot about this event after posting Victor's translation! Thanks @cutikitty for reminding me! I will work on Ring's next. I think I have all of the stories, so if there are any others anyone is interested in me translating please let me know!
No, because think of how actually deranged William would be if you broke up with him.
Like, you still love him, but after a year of being treated like the little birdie on his finger, that would always fly back to him no matter what, that would still be enamoured with him regardless of all the unforgivable things he does. The one that he could break apart and put back together just to satisfy his own sick curiosity on just how much he can push your boundaries before you break your good girl facade.
He never actually treated you badly. No, you were always lavished with gifts and parties, and all the affection and sex you could ever want and need.
But you realized you'd never be equals. He'd never actually see you as a partner. More like a little doll he keeps around.
He told you that if you ever wanted to fly away, he'd let you. So you did it.
You decided you actually wanted more for yourself. A partner that would actually let you in, that could be a part of your team just as much as you'd be a part of theirs.
You tell him that, he finishes his tea, smiles and lets you go, just like he said he would.
The break up hits everyone like a shock. When asked about you, William says he's happy for you, proud even, that the little robin he nurtured for so long has finally extended her wings to fly freely.
It hits you at first. A kick to your pride, a confirmation of your suspicion that in the end, for him you were just like the others that he had to let go before. But were you really surprised? It was William after all. Soon, you got back on your feet, and life moved on.
Oh how wrong you were.
He didn't lie when he said he was happy for you. Actually, he thought you have never looked more beautiful in his eyes. So beautiful in fact, that he was experiencing one of the worst existential crises of his life.
He really underestimated how much of a hold you had on him. He, like you thought he could let you go, like all the others, but even after keeping a careful distance, the tiniest crack managed to let you seep into his heart and mind like the catchiest song he could muster.
The routine you had, the things you shared, the moments you lived...
He craved the moments where your reason would break and you would give in into your desires. The look in your eyes when they were on him made him feel like he was holding his breath anytime they were looking elsewhere.
And when you left, he had to hold himself back from going after you, holding you in his arms and ordering you to stay.
He's never felt like that before. A possessiveness that challenged his twisted morals.
You were always unknowingly challenging everything he's ever believed. And now, your mere existence was a contradiction to his own.
Your desire to be free, even if you still loved him and wanted to be with him, was a direct opposition to his desire to make you stay, despite also wanting you to be free.
And he lived for that.
His mind and heart were at war with each other, and he's never felt more conflicted. Should he deny his desire to honour your own? The thought made his head spin in the best way.
If this pain was anything like what it would feel when death finally took you from him, then it would be the harshest, most cruel punishment fate could have for him. Just like he wanted.
Despite not being yours anymore, he still courted you like he was. He just couldn't help it.
And every time he'd gift you expensive jewelry, made especially for you, or when he would kiss the back of your hand when inviting you to dance in the middle of a very large party, your cute face would go from shock to a mix of embarrassment and annoyance as you reminded him again and again you were no longer his to spoil. He wanted nothing more than to kiss that pout out of your face.
Ironically, for someone who used to be so guarded and mysterious, once you broke things off with him, he has never made his intentions more clear with the way he devoured you with his eyes. You felt like he was always on the verge of pouncing on you (which he was).
He'd tease, but never step over the line.
For William, the thrill of wanting you so much, and not having you, felt like the sweetest pain. He couldn't get enough of it.
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An Interview with Crown's Top Villain: William Rex's ABCs (NSFW)
Word count: 2972
Tags: NSFW - MDNI, mentions of blood and canon-typical violence, meant to be post-canon route somehow.
Notes: He won't leave my mind, so here's a dump of a bunch of things I've thought about him.
A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)
William likes to hold you close and pepper you with chaste, loving kisses until your breathing has slowed, basking in your warmth and the afterglow of it all. His arms around you letting you know he's got you.
William is nothing if not extremely observant and in-tune with your every need, he'd know exactly what to do to take care of you, especially after a wild night.
Clean you up? Get you water? Food? Cuddles? Whatever you need he's doing it before you can even say anything about it.
On messier days he'd bathe you with the utmost devotion. Red nails scratching your head lovingly as he washes your hair, warm hands and soap running over your body with nothing but love, kisses on your forehead and your cheeks, attempts at making you laugh - until you feel like you're dissolving all over again in a sea of bliss.
William likes to lie you down on clean sheets after and hold you until you both fall asleep, his soft voice lulling you into dreamland.
B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)
William is extremely proud of his perfectly manicured hands and the pleasure they can bring you. He has memorized every single spot that will make you sing beautifully for him, fingers run over your body akin to the way they run across piano keys to bring out what he considers the most alluring of melodies.
He loves your lips. He loves to kiss them, he loves to lick and bite them, he loves to see them wrapper around certain things. Most of all though, he's fascinated by the things they will say, sometimes you'll say the opposite of what you mean and he loves to push your buttons until the truth spills out from them, other times he's taken aback and endeared by the bold statements that get more frequent with every new rendezvous you share.
C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)
Swallowing his cum is like playing with fire. He'll lick into your mouth to taste himself on you, and won't let go of you until he's repaid the favor tenfold.
This is something you might have to drag out of him, as he would never pressure you in the bedroom or outside it, but give him one little sign and he'll be ready to creampie you.
D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)
William touched himself while thinking of you before you were ready to admit what you wanted. He couldn't help himself, with the way you looked at him sometimes, the desire simmering in your eyes singing so loudly to him, all while you so cutely and desperately tried to keep it at bay. He'd go back to his room after spending the day with you, cock half-hard in his pants, and he'd just have to give in to his own desires.
E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)
Oh, very experienced. That is all.
William knows exactly what he's doing and, as mentioned previously, he's extremely in-tune with whatever you need. Though, when in the heat of it, he much prefers to tease before giving you what you want.
F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)
William is a greedy man, so he's got three.
Cowgirl: akin to an incubus, William loves to savour your desire for him. He'll let you set the pace at first, and watch you work yourself on his cock, blood-red eyes running all over your body and basking in your lust.
Missionary: related to above, he loves to watch every single expression you make, and this way he can also kiss every moan that slips out of your mouth.
From behind, but with a mirror involved: this time it's to make you watch yourself and how well you take him. He wants you to see how beautiful you are when you're lost in your desire for him.
G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)
William is passionate and intense, but he's never above teasing. He's also really quick to laugh himself when he's delighted by one of your reactions, or something you did or said. His laugh or your own will ring out, often followed by pleased moans/sighs from the both of you.
H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)
William likes to keep himself well groomed and clean, and yes the carpet matches the drapes.
I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)
More often than not, William will show his love through his actions. It's in the way he'll press his forehead against yours during missionary. It's in the small kisses he presses to your cheeks, your nose, your temples, anywhere he can reach while he's thrusting inside you. It's clear in the tight desperate grip he keeps on your hips when your moans grow louder, every kiss and touch speaking louder than his prone-to-teasing words ever could.
He especially loves to hear you say you love him while you're caught up in each other, limbs tangled, not knowing where one of you ends and the other begins. He'll say it back, of course, and wonder if you know how much it means to him
J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)
Mostly, he'll do it if you're apart for a long period of time due to Crown's missions.
See D, above. Aside from that, William used to touch himself before meeting you when he was feeling pent-up. It did not happen often, as much of his attention would be taken up by missions, estate matters, tea parties and beneficiaries.
William still doesn't have much time for it nowadays, and he'd much rather have you than to resort to pleasuring himself. He'd love it if you watched him one day though.
K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)
Biting/marking. William loves when you mark him, but he prefers to keep the marks he gives you in places only you two will know. Your devotion for him should be loud and clear enough to everyone around you, but he loves the thrill of knowing that he left your thighs, hips, or lower belly perfectly bitten and marked.
Bloodplay, but he's not into hurting you or knifeplay. Why would he, when you already don all of those beautiful scars from your battles together, proof of your adorable resolve to stand by his side? Mostly, what it comes down to is if he's covered in blood or if you get blood splattered on yourself during a mission he can't help himself. Red is truly your color, and he delights in you seeing him for all of his sins, bloodied hands and all, and still wanting him.
As mentioned in C, William loves a creampie.
Mirrors. As mentioned in F, he loves to make you watch yourself.
Multiple orgasms & Overstimulation. He loves to have you lose control around him.
L = Location (favorite places to do the do)
He's down to do it anywhere. There's people around the corner? He doesn't care, in fact, he relishes in the risk of possibly being caught.
Most of the time William prefers to have you in his room though, where he can take all the time he wants to love you thoroughly.
M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)
William loves to see you express yourself and pursue whatever you want. You might be doing the most mundane thing, such as learning a new skill, and he'll want to ravish you for it. Reward you for staying true to your heart.
Seeing you in red, wear a red dress and he's gone.
N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)
William is down for almost anything, except sharing you. That's the one thing he might struggle with.
O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)
William enjoys both thoroughly. He's unfairly skilled at pleasuring you with his mouth too.
P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)
William likes to start slow and sensual, and as the night drags on he will get faster and rougher. It all depends on the mood of the moment too though.
Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)
In the heat of the moment, he wouldn't mind it especially if the risk of being caught is involved in it. But he prefers to take his time with you.
R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)
He's definitely game to experiment. He'd love to try out anything you might be interested in, and his own desire for you will surprise him sometimes as well. You'll have him thinking up fantasies he'd never considered before.
For someone who loves freedom so much, it's incredible how hard seeing you tied up will get him. It's risky, crossing this personal line for him, and yet it's irresistible how he can be all of his worst with you. His most selfish, and you'll still want him.
S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)
All night long, you might end up begging for mercy at some point.
T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)
William would be fine with both. He'd love to use toys on you until you're crying and begging for his cock instead.
U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)
He absolutely loves to tease. William is a master at teasing you outside of the bedroom, until you're desperate to get him somewhere alone. He's also a master of teasing you inside the bedroom, until you're saying exactly what you want him to do to you through moans.
V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)
William moans and groans, sometimes his moans will be on the louder-side. Mostly though, there's laughter echoing in the room too.
W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)
William has a sensitive back, due to the nature of his curse it's his most vulnerable spot. When it comes to you, initially there'd be a part of him warning him of the danger, telling him to turn around, but he reveled in the risk of it. Until, much like a cat stretching his belly in front of its favorite human, he has no issue having you at his back now. He doesn't think you knew back then just how vulnerable it made him feel whenever you happened to be behind him.
He trusts you with his back completely now, much like he does with the rest of Crown. He doesn't have to be on the lookout for sneak attacks if you're there. William's new problem is how quickly worked up it will get him to have your nails scratching down his back, or have your kisses trailing down his spine.
X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)
William is on the longer and thinner side, slightly curved. Uncut.
Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)
William has a high sex drive when it comes to you, he can't get enough. When he knows you want him, he's ready to take you whenever and wherever. If you're distracted by something else, it's fine and he'll follow along with whatever activity you want, but expect to be ravished after. That is, if he doesn't manage to tempt you into what he wants first.
Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)
He's not quick to fall asleep. He likes to take care of you first, to clean you up and chat with you, to feel your heartbeat until it finally lulls him to sleep.
Bonus: Excerpts from an Interview with Crown's Top Villain.
William Rex lounges on one of the game room sofas - legs crossed and chin propped up on his left hand - with the kind of elegance that would make a king bristle with envy. The moonlight filtering through the window behind him does little to hide his magnetism, and everything to shroud him in a halo of light that accents his elvish features. There's a soft chuckle as he swirls the wine on his cup with the other hand, a sing-song voice dripping with amusement fills the room.
W: What delightful game has my robin come up with now?
K: It's an interview. About your more… sensual impulses.
William's laugh echoes before he takes a sip of his wine, his pale upper-lip gaining a rosy sheen from the concoction.
W: Now, who would be privy to such… salacious information? Not the Queen I hope?
K: N-no. Absolutely not.This is for… research.
There's a flash of sharp canines, and a pink tongue that runs across seductive thin lips before William settles on an indulgent smile.
W: Very well. It would be my pleasure to satisfy my robin's curiosity.
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On D, Dirty Secret:
K: Why does it feel like you're hiding something?
W: Hmm… I don't know what you mean.
K: You told me one dirty secret, but it feels like you have more.
W: Ahahaha, my dear. You're too clever.
K: You're not telling me then?
William's lip curl into a small smile, an elegant eyebrow raising in challenge.
W: Why, when it would be much more fun to have you unravel every single one yourself?
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On J, Jack Off:
W: Why would I need to, when you're here?
A sigh. K: Are you saying that just because you know it's what I'd like to hear?
William's chuckle is loving, before he takes Kate's hand from the table and kisses her knuckles.
W: I don't know… Maybe only when I can't have you to myself immediately. Only then.
William's thumb runs over Kate's fingers, crimson gaze intense as he locks eyes with her.
W: I did before though, before you. Often enough if I was especially frustrated.
William brings Kate's hand to his lips once more, and presses a kiss to the inside of her palm. He traces his lips to her wrist, places another peck there, and then lays her palm on his cheek as he continues.
W: When I wanted you, and I knew you wanted me but had to wait was the worst of it though.
William nips at Kate's wrist affectionately. A shiver runs through Kate and she pulls her hand back immediately.
K: Ok. Okay. I get it. There's more questions, we have to continue.
William's chuckle does nothing to assuage the heat on Kate's cheeks.
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W: Ahaha, what a thorough interview. I hope my answers were sufficient and met your needs?
William's smile is devilish as he gazes at Kate across the table, wine bottle long emptied by the both of them. Frustratingly, he manages to look elegant even now that he has discarded most of his layers and instead lounges on just the black shirt and pants. Kate's voice is a little airy when she answers.
K: Y-yes. Thank you.
If possible, William's smile turns even more wicked in the moonlight.
W: Oh? Are you sure my robin?
Kate's cheeks are positively flushed, but she has grown accustomed to pressing forward despite them anyway.
K: Perhaps a more… hands on demonstration would be good?
William dons a saccharine smile as he extends a hand to Kate and leans back on the sofa, lap open and inviting.
W: Of course, with pleasure. Come here, my darling robin.
Tags: NSFW - MDNI, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Gore, AFAB reader, Cunnilingus, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Biting/Marking, Praise, Light Dom/sub, the violence isn't described in detail but the tag is there to be safe, Romanticization of death (it's Will), slight dracryphilia, gratuitous use of pet names and religious wording, dubcon if you squint (this tag is also just to be safe it's all consensual)
Pairing: William/Reader
Notes: I don't know what to say. This is my love letter to Will, this is me psychoanalyzing him, and this is me rotating him in my head like a rotisserie chicken.
The setting is post-canon as I am constantly thinking of what would happen after his route ending, so spoiler warning for both Mad Love and Blind Love routes. I also reference some of his other in-game content such as His Side Story: Passing Rain, Bond Level 15: Weak to Desire, and Bond Level 23: What You Love.
Part 1 is Reader POV, but this fic got completely out of my hands and there's also a Part 2 written from William's POV which I will upload in a few days. The fic is also on AO3 if you'd prefer to read there. There's approximately 1k of me waxing bad poetic about Will at the start before you actually get to the smut sorry about that. Well, that's enough rambling, thank you if you read it! Hope you enjoy <3
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When he finally makes it back home, William looks like carnage.
He makes his way into the foyer, the slow patter of blood exceedingly loud in your ears as it drips from his overcoat and down onto the castle floor, leaving a trail of scarlet in his path. If slaughter were to walk amongst men, you had no doubt that it would stride with his long legs, it would burn with the intensity of his crimson gaze, and it would flash in the dark with the sharpness of his teeth. Your steps slow on the stone floor, a welcome greeting dying in your throat, and it's in moments like these - when he stands before you in all of his unyielding, sinful determination - that your knees will threaten to buckle under your weight and bring you to his feet.
You take a shaky breath, and you scan his figure for any injuries. "Will, the blood -"
"Oh, this?" William pauses to look down at himself, your eyes follow his gaze, but it's so difficult to see through all the red. "It's not my blood, don't worry."
"You're sure you didn't get hurt?"
"Yes," William chuckles when you sigh in relief. He stands in place, extending a bloodied hand at you. "You're welcome to check, if you want."
A tempting invitation, and one of his worst habits. Even now, he rarely ever pulls you in first. You're reminded of a night just like this one, where he'd arrived soaked in blood, and you didn't understand the gravity that still pulled you to him. A night where he'd kissed you until you stopped trembling, and nothing more. It must be on his mind too, as he stays there just out of reach, and calls out with the voice of a siren. You're trembling tonight as well, though for a very different reason. You've come to learn that you aren't as afraid of crashing against the rocks as you probably should be, so you make your way to him, surprisingly steady on your feet.
"Maybe I'll do just that." Your voice sounds airy in your ears once you reach him. William's usual scent of roses is marred with copper, it's cloying yet fitting somehow. William takes a lock of your hair, twirling it in slender fingers.
"My robin has grown so much," He praises, satisfaction tugging at the corners of his lips. "Are you not worried at the amount of bloodshed I must've conducted tonight, to still be dripping with blood, even through the ride back home?"
"I'm just glad you're safe," You exhale, and you mean it. He must see it on your face, if the amusement dancing in his eyes is anything to go by. "I understand myself better now, Will."
He chuckles. "So you do, were you practicing your throws again?"
"How do you know?"
"You're charmingly flushed and your hair is sticking to your forehead a little," William tucks the lock of hair behind your ear gently, and cradles your cheek. His hand is cold, slightly damp, and your skin tingles at the contact. "I also had a feeling my knight would be hard at work."
You can't help the frown that overcomes you, "Do you think it's funny that I couldn't go?"
William's melodious laugh echoes in the foyer as he takes one step closer to you, his other hand drawing up to cup your face. "Of course not, but you looked adorable when you were so upset at the news."
The way he's caressing your face and the simmer in his eyes threaten to scatter your thoughts. Unwittingly, your gaze drops to those perfectly-shaped lips, that you know are as soft as rose petals and tend to taste like them too. Your hands come up to rest on his dampened clothes, so cold to the touch, and you remember why you'd been running to greet him.
"I ran a hot bath for you."
"Oh? You're so considerate of me." William's smile widens as he draws even closer, his breath ghosting against your lips. "Are you going to take me there now or is there something else you want first?"
You sigh, of course he'd seen right through you. "Please, kiss me first."
"With pleasure."
He's freezing against your skin, but his lips are demanding and his tongue is hot as it breaches your mouth, stealing your breath. Sometimes, after missions, William will get especially voracious and tonight seems to be no exception. His tongue roams your mouth and his teeth tug at your lips until your knees shake, and the only thing holding you up are your hands clutching his blood-soaked coat. Fleetingly, you think your dress will be ruined too when you press up against him. It's hard to care though, when one of his hands makes its way to the small of your back and locks you tight in his icy embrace. You shiver, it's like he's stealing the warmth from you as he simultaneously stokes a fire in your core, dazedly you think you could never tire of this. But he pulls away too soon, mouth panting for air against your lips, and crimson eyes dark as he looks at you through lowered lashes.
"Have I told you that red is your color?"
His voice is barely above a whisper, and you nod. He seems entranced, fingers making a bloody trail from your cheek to your chin. His thumb pulls at your lower lip and you draw it into your mouth without hesitation. You tease his thumb with your tongue, and suck on it as you watch his eyes narrow, you want to mewl at the evident desire on them.
"Is my robin satisfied now?"
Reluctantly, you let go of his thumb. "Never."
He laughs, pulling his hand back, and nipping at your lip. "Mmm, I will keep that in mind, shall we go take that bath?"
Your response is tugging at his hand, dragging him further into the castle and into warmth.
—-
Your hands shake as you move to unclasp William's overcoat and you realize that he has no intention of letting you bathe him, not really. He'd let you step out of this game, you're sure of it, if you wanted to. But his hands are annoyingly distracting on your waist as he stands there with you inside the washroom, and your resolve is waning. He's amusing himself again by dangling the succulent red fruit before your parched lips, and waiting for you to bite. Still, you'd been looking forward to doing this for him all day and didn't plan to give in easily. His overcoat falls to the floor with a wet thud.
"Did you have to use your sword?" You ask, hands shifting down to unclasp his sword belt, your fingers lingering by his waistline for longer than necessary.
"I did, unfortunately. Some of them must've been informed of my curse and took precautions against it. I wonder if… " William tails off, his thumbs drawing circles on your hips and you look up at him in question. He only raises his eyebrows in response, he will tell you later, or make you figure it out on your own. You try your best to delicately lower his sword to the ground as William refuses to let go of you.
"You know, you're going to have to let go so that I can take off your coat."
William hums, "You can take off one sleeve at a time so I get to keep one hand on you while you do it."
He laughs when you huff in exasperation, teasing fingers traveling up your spine and down again. Without room to argue, you decide to remove his cravat next, you can barely tell it used to be white. Your fingers ghost along his throat, the splatter of blood there stark against the paleness of his neck, the bob of his Adam's apple enticing before you pull your hands away. You wonder if the garment can still be salvaged, and let it fall to the ground with a quivering breath.
You do as he asked, slowly taking off his clothes one sleeve at a time, starting with his coat. You're a breath away from him as you push the coat off his shoulders, and down his arms, his left hand squeezes your hip before letting go for a second and allowing you to push the coat off it. As soon as his arm is free he's grasping your hip again, and repeats the same with his right arm. The coat is discarded. Another quivering breath, and you unclasp the buttons of his red waistcoat. This one, at least, seems to have survived some of the bloodbath. Down his left arm again, a squeeze at your hip. Right arm, another squeeze. The garb falls.
Hands on his shoulders, you try to scowl at him through the daze that's settling in your mind. "You could take your clothes off yourself."
"Didn't you offer to warm me up so sweetly just a few minutes ago?" William hums, hands running up your back again and toying with the ribbons of your dress. He tugs and the fabric loosens around you, making goosebumps travel down your spine. You squeeze his shoulders and scramble to undo the buttons of his shirt, his snicker is low in your ear as you still refuse to give in.
"You need to get in the bath before it runs cold." You chide, shaky fingers unexpectedly dexterous at exposing the pale skin of his chest and torso, but you don't move to take off the sleeves this time. Instead, in a fit of trying to run away from his maddening hands you kneel down to remove his shoes and socks.
It is the wrong move, you realize as soon as you're done and the black fabric of his shirt rustles to join the pile of clothes on the floor, followed by the click of his belt unbuckling. Your gaze tracks a path through the polished floor and to the tub a few meters away, the water is still steaming. You gasp when one of his hands runs through the top of your head.
"You look torn, my robin." There's a pleased, dangerous edge to his voice. His hand trails down your face, and you deliberately close your eyes as he tilts your chin to the side and up to face him. "Usually, I love to play along with your cute little desires, but after that kiss earlier… I'd like to help you decide."
You try to hide the trembling of your body in anticipation. For a second, you consider your options, but it's as fleeting as the flap of a butterfly's wings. You open your eyes and meet his gaze in a clear enough surrender. There's blood on his face and neck, there's blood on his hands. Someone's blood, the blood of people he killed tonight, a part of you thinks. But it's so small and weak before the rest of you that cries: beautiful. His eyes glint like rubies in the lamplight.
"Yes, that's my perfect girl." A wicked smile spreads across his lips before he issues a command. "Do whatever you want with me, and don't gag now, my love."
The vague wording of his command is not lost on you, but no sooner has he finished talking than your hands are scrambling to pull his pants and undergarments off. William's hard, leaking cock springs free, and a pleased sigh falls on your ears when you run your tongue up his length and swirl it around his tip. You kiss it before taking him into your mouth, and it is so easy - his curse keeping your body from gagging as you move down and then up, hollowing out your cheeks. There's only the taste and heat of him in your mouth, the weight of his cock on your tongue, and his fingers knotting a little more tightly around your hair as you bob on his length. His voice is melodious even when he moans.
You place a hand on his thigh for support, but you can't help yourself from sneaking the other under your skirt as you continue sucking on him. You moan around his cock as you tease yourself through your soaked undergarments, but William notices and tugs on your hair. His cock slips out of your mouth, and your eyes lock as he issues another command.
"No touching yourself, my little robin."
You whine in frustration as your hand moves away from your core, yet you move against the grip on your hair to nuzzle against his erection. A shaky breath escapes him at the sight, "You really are perfect. Open your mouth wide for me."
Your core tightens as you feel his power run through your body once more. He pushes his cock inside your mouth and slowly starts thrusting, you focus on breathing as he works himself on your mouth, eyes locked on yours and then on the way you take him in. There's a sheen of sweat on him that almost makes him glow, his hair is tussled, and when he groans you think it's not fair to be that appealing. You wonder if you can come untouched after all, moaning around his shaft as he speeds up.
"That's it, you're doing so well."
His trusts grow quicker, he must be about to cum. He tries to pull out of your mouth, but you slide your hands up the back of his thighs and keep him in place, fingers digging into the flesh of his ass. He cums in your mouth. You suckle on him until he stops shaking, not letting a single drop be wasted. There's a wet pop when you pull away from his cock, and you press a kiss to the tip, before your eyes travel up every enticing dip of his sweaty body to meet his gaze again.
His eyes look wild.
He drops to his knees in front of you, hands never leaving your hair, as he pries open your mouth with his tongue. The intensity of his kiss makes you fall backward onto the floor.
"You're so alluring," He whispers against your lips, before he starts kissing down your neck. He tugs at your loosened dress, baring your shoulders, and then your breasts. Your sensitive nipples are exposed to the cool evening air and to his ministrations, he sucks on one nipple as his hand makes its way under your skirt, caressing your thigh. You cry out.
"W-Will.. the bath."
But your words are lost in between moans. William seems to grow impatient and pulls away only long enough to rid you of your dress and your undergarments, the floor is cold against your heated skin and you shiver. William places your ankles on his shoulders, maintains eye contact as he leaves a slow trail of heated kisses up your calf and your thigh, drawing ever closer to where you need him the most. You can't help the loud moan that falls from your lips when he finally reaches your inner thigh and bites down. Teasingly, he licks the tender skin before his breath fans against your wet core and he takes a deliberate deep breath in.
You gasp, "Will, that's -"
"Filthy?" He asks, before he runs his tongue against your folds, drowning out any protests you might have. His tongue slides against your slit, making you see stars, and all you can do is wail as he takes his time savoring you. His lips move up to toy with the bundle of nerves he has come to know so well, and you cry out as one of his fingers slips in easily inside you.
"Sing for me."
He pumps in and out of you, adding a second finger, already too familiar with the spots that will make you cry out in bliss. Lips and tongue maddening, and fingers unrelenting on the pleasure they bring you. Your moans grow louder, hips moving desperately against him, and your hands scramble for purchase on silver locks.
"Will - Will, please. I -"
He doesn't let up until you're shaking against him, walls convulsing on his fingers, and your own grip fiercely tugging at his hair. He moans against you in appreciation, keeps suckling and pumping his fingers in and out as you ride out your orgasm. But then he doesn't stop. He continues despite the overstimulation, your mind goes numb as pain and pleasure blend together, moans turning to complaints and then into moans again. Pleas and his name falling from your lips in prayer. You're not able to think of anything but his touch, mean fingers and fierce tongue devouring you until he draws a second orgasm out of you. You practically sob his name as your vision goes white.
When he finally pulls away, he hums, "Divine."
William kneels between your legs, lips and chin shimmering with your release as he moves the hand he used to pleasure you down to his already hard cock and pumps. He strokes himself, spreading your juices and his pre-cum on his length, while watching you pointedly.
"You're gorgeous."
You feel like you can't breathe, but before you can say anything, he's bending down to hover over you again. His erection teasing your entrance. "Will, wait. I can't I just -"
"One more," He mutters against your lips as he's pushing in. Your back arches against the floor as you take him in, chest heaving. His crimson eyes drink in the sight of it.
He trusts slowly, looking at you without saying anything else. You're breathless at the intensity in his eyes, and the feeling of him moving against you so tortuously slow. You're too sensitive, you feel tears prickle at your eyes, and you half-heartedly protest.
"Will, it's too much."
William just hums as he moves his hands up the sides of your body. He pulls your arms up over your head and pins your wrist together as he leans over you, mouthing along your collarbone and your neck. Your breaths are impossibly loud in your own ears. All the while his hips are still leisurely sinking in and out of you, and circling in a way that turns your brain to mush.
"You're so naughty," You feel him smile against your neck. "Saying the opposite of what you want, painting me as the villain. The way your legs are holding me, the way you're squeezing my cock… You want more, you can give me one more."
He whispers in your ear, your whines are loud and embarrassing, his name falling from your lips over and over. He's right, you know he's right. What you're not used to is how insatiable you truly are where he's concerned. He licks a tear that managed to run down your cheek.
“Will you be good now?”
"Yes," You nod frantically, barely able to make out the words, "I promise."
He smiles and kisses your nose, letting go of your wrists. But the tender touch is gone as soon as he grabs your waist and starts thrusting harder against you, drawing out a moan out of both of you. You immediately bring your arms around him, clutching at his back for balance as he pounds into you.
“I promise, I promise” You repeat over and over in between moans. You scratch your nails down his back and he shivers in your hold.
"Have I told you that I love when you do that? Especially those days where it stings so good I know you drew blood." You clench around him and he laughs. "Mmm. I know you liked that too. Maybe one day it won't heal properly, then I can have the cutest little scars on my back. Have you engraved in my body forever."
William times it with a particularly hard thrust that has your eyes rolling back, nails definitely stinging him now.
"Yes, that's it."
You can barely do anything but moan, your voice getting more high pitched as he speeds up.
"Shh, it's late. They'll hear you." But he's chuckling and purposefully hitting all the right spots. "Oh dear, what are we going to do if everyone hears?"
In response, you move to suck on his neck. He pauses for a moment as he trembles, “That's my clever little robin, you're doing so good.”
It's intoxicating to have him like this. The world narrowed down to the heat of his body, the low melody of his voice, and his scent of roses and decay. You keep mouthing along his neck and shoulders, trying to muffle your moans. Has anyone tasted him like this before? His sweat mixing with the blood that's still on his skin? Has anyone had him pound into them with this ferocity before? The thought comes unbidden and drives you mad with possessiveness. You're overcome with the impulse of branding him, of having a taste of him only you can have. William thrusts into you in a way that has you seeing stars, and it's all you can do so you don't scream. So you bite down on his shoulder, hard, until a metallic taste fills your mouth and you moan around it.
William groans and his vicious thrusts still for a second as he spills inside you. You whine, and he continues to move against you, his hand moving to your clit to rub circles against it. It's so good as he fills you up that soon enough, you're coming after him.
“That's it, so good. That's my girl.”
His hand doesn't let up as you ride out your orgasm, drawing it out for as long as possible. Aborted little moans keep slipping from your mouth until he seals your lips with his again. It starts hungry and roaming, leaving you even more lightheaded. But slowly it turns tender, his mouth sucking on your tongue and lips, until he starts leaving small pecks against your lips. Then little butterfly kisses all over your face, and your thoughts slowly trickle back in. Your gaze focuses on him. His mouth has a little blood on it now too, and you wonder if you bit his lips in your daze.
"I didn't know I had a little vampire."
He's chuckling and his words finally make you look at his shoulder, a red ring with the shape of your teeth is clearly visible there, a bit of blood trickling down from a couple punctures. You're mortified at the sight of it, yet relieved as it could've been much worse. You really weren't thinking straight. Though through it all, a sick little thrill twists in your gut.
"Oh Will, I'm so sorry."
William smiles and kisses your nose.
"There's nothing to apologize for." Another peck to your lips, and he nibbles on your lower lip. "I'll wear your adorable little brand with honor, like you wear mine."
His hand makes its way to your stomach, tracing over your scar, making a shiver run through you. "You're a tease, and a bully."
William laughs at your declaration, all rich and melodious and open, making your heart melt into a puddle. You run your hands through his silver locks in adoration, his usually soft hair is matted with blood in some spots. You know William must die to become that spoonful of poison that binds evil, but not while you're here, you'll stand between him and the destruction of his curse for as long as possible. If that means you're partly responsible for all of the sins he commits while you protect him, then so be it.
There's wicked amusement dancing in his eyes, "Next time put it on my neck, so it's not hidden under my clothes."
Now you're laughing too, but you lean up into his neck and suck at the skin. There's a sigh that escapes him as you leave another mark on him.
"There." His gaze burns and his cock inside you twitches with interest. "William Rex, if you fuck me again and the bath water goes cold I'll kill you."
There's that laughter.
"Cold water is better for rinsing off blood anyway, my dear."
But he pulls away, carefully slipping out of you and standing up. You regret your words almost immediately, almost whining at the emptiness. But you had really meant to help him relax after the mission, and now he needs to get that bite tended to as well. You shake your head, when you look up the glint in his eyes tells you he knows exactly what you're thinking about.
"Don't." You warn him with a half-hearted glare.
"I'll behave." He says with a teasing smile, and he bends to pick you up in his arms.
You're grateful, since your legs feel like jelly, you don't know how you can help him bathe now. As you wrap your arms around his neck you wonder, when your story is over and done with, when your writing of his sins comes to light and people learn of you as well, will they think of you as a gullible woman that he bewitched into ruin? It doesn't matter if they do, you had no pulse before you met William, but you think there might be a handful of people who will understand. You caress his cheek and you're sure that those who found a love like this will sigh in understanding.
You placed your life at his feet, like an offering to appease an old god of carnage, but if that's all there was to him you doubt you would've stayed. He can change his mind about who's innocent or guilty at the drop of a hat, but he has saved as many lives as he has taken. You know you're supposed to think of a sin as simply a sin, and you do as Fairytale Keeper. But if his sins will pile up with yours as you extend his life for as long as you can, then so will the lives his evil will save from the darkness.
You think you might've gone a little mad ever since you walked into Crown Castle, or maybe you were always mad and desperately trying to hide it, but you can live with this side of you. You don't fear the fires of hell if it means you get to walk with him and save innocent lives by his side.
He won’t directly show it. In fact he may not ever openly admit he was jealous. What he will do is prove it to you through his actions - his laissez-faire approach to love takes a turn when you’re behind closed doors, at your most vulnerable. He saw another palace member flirting with you? He’ll caress your sweet spot that only he knows for a little longer next time, until it’s almost unbearable. You went out on an errand with two other Crown members? He’ll ask how it went, whether you liked it, and won’t you please tell him what his little Robin desires most from his company? He’ll give it to you. But if you were apart from him too long, the next time you meet him, he’ll command you without warning:
‘Sit. Stay. Lay down. Don’t take your eyes off me.’
Such a pretty bird.
༊·˚ LIAM
You can’t escape his puppy eye pout. Or should you say, the low purr his voice drops to when he wants to get a point across? Alone, behind the curtains after his play. He’s protective of you, other people know. He can laugh and play off a couple of teasing lines thrown at you from others really well. Yet no one knows best except you, how quickly his mood can change. And how strong his impulses can be.
"Ah.. it’s aching to be inside you." His voice drips with want.
At the end of the night, in a red room with bouquets and gifts from his fans meant to adorn his performance strewn as carelessly on the ground as your lace bows and undergarments, he’ll let his jealousy show.
༊·˚ HARRISON
You’ll definitely hear more than the usual amount of the fox’s sneaky little remarks. Not quite green with envy, but not exactly the usual green flag he always is. He might even get a little pissed off at anyone who makes persistent advances towards you. Giving them the nastiest side eye and one-liner before draping his arm around you and whisking you away.
“Harry… are you jealous?”
“..I’m naturally territorial over my things. You know, publisher’s copyright and all that.”
“So you like me that much?”
“Hah.. if I said I did, would that be the truth? Or a lie?”
༊·˚ ELBERT
The minute he senses any eyes on you, he's thinking of a way to remove them from their head. So that they would never look upon you again. So that the only person that could see your flushed cheeks and disheveled hair, spread around you like a butterfly's wings, was him. He craves your entire being, your deepest part.
"From the darkest depths of your heart.. I want all of you. You are beauty, itself."
You've grown very used to the love bites he leaves you, an intangible chain of possession around your collarbone. So that no one could steal you. You are his. Forever.
༊·˚ ALFONS
Underneath the hazy gray eyes that reflect like a clouded mirror is a hidden intensity. He is all fun and games, surely, sharing a little bit shouldn't make him feel uneasy? But you are a different kind of toy. Custom made. Just going to your monthly physical with Roger, knowing you are being examined by that brute's rough hands, is enough to send him reeling. You recall him asking you:
"Did it look like I was enjoying it?.. Indulging in pleasure with you?"
Did he want you? There was no doubt about it, the way his gloved fingers felt up your thigh under the table. How badly? Let's just say, you are his only weakness.
— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties for characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!
— cw: a bit suggestive, more soft alfons hours.
Alfons: A birthday that will remain in my memory... you said?
A: ...If that’s the case, I would be remiss if I felt that the day has been going swimmingly as you hoped.
Kate: Eh...?
Alfons: This birthday has been so full of ridiculous coincidences, I couldn’t forget it, even if I really wanted to.
Kate: That… doesn’t seem to hold much positive meaning.
Alfons: Oh, I fully assure you I mean it in the best way possible though?
(And once again, it seems like he’s the one being considerate toward me…)
Alfons: …Let me tell you something, Kate. Of course, it would have been wonderful if everything had gone as you planned.
A: Would you not agree, though, that success could be celebrated with just about anybody?
A: A day such as today, where we can laugh together at having gone through so many comical blunders…
A: …If you ask me, that feels much more special than simply celebrating that things have gone according to plan, and it will also stay in my memory as well.
Kate: Now that you mention it… maybe… that is true?
Thanks to Alfons explaining his thoughts to me in such a clear way, connecting his reasoning together,
gradually, yet surely, I was able to think of these blunders as a good thing.
Alfons: Things such as success and failure, sadness and happiness… if it is you I am eating with, every flavor is second to none.
A: So that’s why, come now, won’t you give me your final present?
A: No matter if the present comes out as you have planned, or something has gone awry…
A: Your goal to make this a birthday that stays in my memory is going quite swimmingly, I’d say? You have my congratulations.
(No matter if it’s a success or failure… that’s the first time I’ve heard something like this.)
Encouraged by Alfons’ words, I took the final present out of my bag.
Kate: Here you go. It’s my final present to you… a bouquet of forget-me-not flowers.
Alfons: Hehe, I see you’ve chosen flowers based on my name. Not to mention, the bouquet is quite darling. Thank you for this.
A: …Oh? And what’s this?
Alfons’ eyes were drawn to the card that was attached to the bouquet.
Kate: The florist attached that card on. It’s one wishing you a happy birthday.
Alfons: …So I see.
Kate: Uhm, if there was a blunder in there—
Alfons: No? Come then, how about we look at the flowers together?
Saying this, Alfons took me to stand in front of the mirror in his room.
Reflected in the mirror was Alfons, who was holding the bouquet of flowers, and me.
(…Thank goodness. The flowers look pretty, and the card is there too.)
(And the card says ‘Happy Birthday’ on it too… wait, huh?)
The things reflected in the mirror should appear flipped horizontally, and yet I could read the card’s message clearly through the reflection.
Kate: Alfons, this card…
When I shifted my gaze from the mirror to the bouquet, just as I had thought, the card’s message was written backwards.
Kate: It looks like the message was written wrong… I’m really sorry, to have another blunder like this…
Alfons: …Now this here is most definitely not a failure, but rather a success, no?
Kate: Eh…?
Alfons: Something that becomes correct when reflected in the mirror… it’s as though this gift was prepared specially for me, wouldn’t you say?
A: I would expect nothing less of you, Kate.
As if I myself were looking at a mirror, Alfons managed to completely turn that failure into a success.
(As I thought… Alfons really is a kind person.)
I thought there were many things I couldn’t get a grasp on about him, but I felt so happy at his kindness, which I could easily feel.
And I loved his soft expression he would give me when I felt down.
(It’s Alfons’ birthday, and yet I’m always the one who’s being made happy like this…)
(I wonder… is there anything that could make Alfons happy as well?)
As I searched my memory for something… I recalled his birthday last year.
Kate: …Alfons, could you please sit on the bed?
I had Alfons sit on the bed before I went atop his lap.
Alfons: …Well, seeing you so bold is a less than common sight indeed. Why on my lap?
Kate: Because, last year, when I was on your lap like this, you said you enjoyed it…
—— Flashback ——
Kate: …? Wait, why do I have to be on your lap…
Alfons: Need you even ask? Obviously, it’s because I enjoy it.
—— End flashback ——
Alfons: …I wasn’t aware you had remembered such trivial words from way back then.
Kate: Well, whenever it comes to you, I have quite a good memory.
K: No matter how trivial, or how meaningless they may seem… I haven’t forgotten a single thing.
Even if you do carry a fate where you will end up forgotten, I will never forget you.
As though Alfons had picked up on my silent resolve, he quietly smiled at me,
but he left me with no answer in return.
(I’m sure Alfons can’t believe in a future where he can escape from his tragic fate now.)
But, that was something that couldn’t be helped.
If he were to hold expectations that he could escape from it when a method to do so hadn’t yet been found yet, he would only get hurt.
(So, that’s why… you don’t have to believe in such a future right now.)
(After all, when I do find a way to escape it, I’m sure you will be very happy about it.)
Alfons: …You did say that you went on top of my lap because I enjoy it,
A: but can I say the same for you, being on top of me like this?
A: Seeing as last night as well, you were on top o—
Kate: T-this and that are different! Stop saying such strange things!
Alfons: My sincerest apologies.
When I retorted in a panic with a pout… it was after that I noticed.
That in order to lift my gloomy mood, he had been teasing me.
Alfons: So? Would you care to tell me what you plan to do next?
A: If you don’t mind, though, I will also do what I would like too.
With an air of mischief, his hands undid the ribbon on my clothes.
(At this rate, I’ll slowly melt completely into his touch… so before that,)
Kate: Wait a minute. There are other things I remember.
K: If I remember right, ‘Since we’re celebrating my birthday, is it not natural to give the birthday boy a kiss, at least?’… was it?
Last year, Alfons had used his ability on me, having ensnared me in his temporary illusion,
causing me to kiss him of my own accord.
Kate: Happy birthday, Alfons.
Alfons: …Truly, I am thankful for all the wonderful presents you have given me.
A: Every single one… they have all been engraved. In my heart, that is.
A: However… I did also say that I wished for a most passionate kiss as well.
Kate: That…
(Indeed, I remember last year, he did say that.)
(And, I also remember all the lewd things we did after that.)
Alfons: …Don’t tell me you have forgotten that?
(When he says it heartrendingly like that, I can’t feign forgetfulness with him.)
Kate: I haven’t forgotten. …In fact, I remember it. I remember it all.
Alfons: Then, I do look forward to it.
Once again, our lips touched, and I slipped my tongue in his mouth, which was slightly ajar.
I couldn’t do it as well as Alfons, but I still tried my best, in my own way.
But…
Alfons: I see you could use some work on your kissing, Kate.
The moment our lips parted, Alfons said this with a smile playing on his lips.
Kate: ‘Could use some work’… and here I was trying to do it like you…!
Alfons: I could feel a desperation quite reminiscent of a dog wanting to lap at its owner’s face…
A: Ahh, but if anything, you are more akin to a cat to me.
Kate: …I think it’s just you have much more experience than me in this, so you’re too good at this, Alfons.
When I narrowed my eyes, sarcasm laced into my tone, Alfons responded in turn gave me a flat affirmation as if saying something like ‘that may also be the case.’
(I wanted to satisfy him, so I tried my very best… but was this kiss a blunder too?)
Though he had given me words of encouragement that these blunders would remain in his memory, I still felt my mood would plummet once again.
Alfons: So, that’s why, I implore you to not become good at this.
Kate: Eh…?
Alfons: You were the one who said ‘it’s just you have much more experience than me in this, so you’re too good at this,’ no?
A: If that’s the case, just like now… it’s alright to not know any kiss other than mine.
(When he says it like that, it’s almost like…)
(…he’s saying, ‘Don’t kiss anyone other than me.’)
Hearing that possessive side of him, my mood lifted once again.
Alfons: Come now, Kate. One more time.
The things we were doing were things only adults would do, but the way he was demanding it seemed a bit childish, and I found that somewhat adorable.
Kate: Hehe… alright then.
So that neither he nor I would forget this… with the taste of clumsy kisses, we carved this very moment, deeply so.
Fin.
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— so this is the early bird bonus story you get with the card featuring roger and alfons as children! 🪞🍻 it is told in alfons’ point of view, so it contains very minor spoilers about alfons’ past, but nothing too major.
— cw: consumption of alcohol.
Tonight as well, people who wished for a dream reached their hands toward me, though insincere I may be.
Lady in a night dress: Jeez, Al, how many times do I have to tell you to contact me ahead if you’re gonna come?
Drunken man: Al, Al! Hey, you should do that thing again today.
Alfons: Oh, dear, I see you ladies and gentlemen are a hasty bunch, no? At the very least let me have one drink first.
(...If showing people a temporary dream were a business, it would, once again, be a booming success today.)
It’s in our nature as humans to love that which is convenient, from the bottom of our hearts.
Man smoking a cigarette: Ah, that’s right, Al, who was that handsome guy who was drinking with you the other day?
Alfons: Oh? I can’t seem to recall drinking with such a person.
Man smoking a cigarette: You know, the one with glasses. And he was packing some good muscle too.
At that moment, the image of that man formed in my mind.
Alfons: Ahh... I assure you what we did could hardly count as ‘drinking’ with me, when all he did was take a seat next to me.
Man smoking a cigarette: Haha, it’s pretty rare to hear you speak so coldly about someone like that.
Man smoking a cigarette: I’m pretty sure I asked who that man was, not what he was doing?
Alfons: Then, that person is...
—— Flashback ——
Roger: I knew it, you really are Cursed!
Alfons: Cursed?
A: What in the world are you saying, mister [1]?
Roger: You have the ability to distort the minds of other people. You saw it yourself before, didn’t you?
R: And those who are Cursed will have to face a tragic fate as a price for their abilities.
Alfons: Wh... what’re getting all excited for?
Roger: I mean the Cursed ones are born “to commit sins and meet a tragic fate.”
Alfons: ...Are you sure you shouldn’t go to a hospital, mister? There can’t be such a thing as a tragic fate and all.
Roger: I know it sounds like a lie, but it really is true! And I think in your case, it would probably be——“to die without leaving your mark on anyone’s memories.”
R: That’s the fate you bear.
Alfons: ——!
—— End flashback ——
Alfons: ...he is someone who pushed something [2] onto me when I didn’t want it.
A: Well, that story is better left untold lest I bore you to tears, so let us move on from that...
I slipped off my gloves, and my fingertips approached the man’s nape.
Alfons: ...and fall into a dream we want to see.
When I showed them an illusion as I always did, I rode a carriage back, taking the scent of liquor and tobacco with.
(...Showing others a convenient dream they want to see is such a simple feat for me, and yet to think I myself cannot seem to forget that which I want to forget, it’s quite comical.)
Roger had pushed the fact that I was Cursed onto me right around the time I was abruptly kicked out from the orphanage.
I was seven, and I reckon Roger was around nine at the time.
He suddenly appeared before me, donning clothes that conveyed his well-to-do status, in order to do his “experiments,”
and when he offered monetary compensation, I agreed to participate. Luck must have really not been on my side.
It was then he pushed both the fact that I was Cursed, and that I would very tragically kick the bucket sometime in the future.
(After that, I was so riddled with grief, and I feel it best to refrain from going into detail about how I lived thereafter as it was quite miserable, even for someone like myself.)
At that time, even if Roger hadn’t pushed the truth onto me,
it was fully possible I might have found out on my own, someday and somewhere.
(But, I, too, was a child then.)
Once I ended up knowing, there was no way I could go back to the time I didn’t know.
I felt such strong repulsion toward myself then, even as a child.
And the one who brought that out of me was Roger. That’s why I disliked him, hated him, even. To an almost amusing extent, at that.
(I don’t want to see his face again.)
(——was what I thought, when that man had once again shown himself before me.)
—— Flashback ——
Roger: I heard a rumor around that “there was a kid who could show weird illusions over at the slums.”
R: That was you, wasn’t it?
Alfons: And what if it was me? You’re gonna scold me?
A: Or what, are you gonna give me money after pushing a tragic fate onto me?
Roger: Nope, not at all.
R: I’m here to be your friend.
Alfons: .........What?
—— End flashback ——
Humans who acquire drugs through illegal means, and those who drown themselves in alcohol,
and people who were crazy because of their well-to-do upbringing... I’ve seen enough of those types of people to feel depressed about it, but I thought that boy who laughed before my eyes was the most crazy of them all.
After that encounter, Roger would come to the impoverished part of town almost every day.
When I hid, he would find me, and when I ran, he would chase me...
It was a constant battle between me and Roger, who wasn’t worth a single pence.
(And our final battle occurred on a certain night, I believe.)
—— Flashback ——
Roger: Ah, Al!
Night in the slums was a den for evil.
So it came as no surprise when Roger got caught up in a scuffle with some troublemakers who wanted to steal his money.
I could have easily pretended I didn’t see anything.
But, the one thing I wanted to avoid was dealing with any troublesome aftermath should Roger end up dying here.
Alfons: “This kid is just a dog.”
I gave an illusion to each of the troublemakers, one after the other, before grabbing Roger’s hand.
Alfons: Now’s not the time to get distracted! My illusions probably come with a time limit.
A: We gotta run before it wears off...
We ran and ran, and when we were both out of breath, the two of us collapsed on the spot, sitting against the wall.
Alfons: Haa... haa... now look here, mister—
Roger: Al! I knew it, your ability really is incredible!
R: And also, my name’s not ‘mister.’ It’s Roger Barel.
Alfons: ...Okay, but like, why do you wanna become my friend?
Roger: ‘Cause I’m Cursed, just like you, so I’ve been searching around for other friends like me!
—— End flashback ——
After listening to what he had to say, allegedly he was doing research on the Cursed ones,
and he was looking for subjects. That was why he reached out to me.
Needless to say, I remembered feeling angry at how selfish his reason was, even as a child.
(That’s why I put down a condition he couldn’t clear so easily.)
—— Flashback ——
Alfons: If you can make me laugh, I’ll be your friend.
Roger: Really? Then I’ve got this one in the bag, easy. Making others laugh is my strong point!
He seemed very proud of himself when he accepted the challenge, but no matter how much time had passed, Roger could never make me laugh.
Part of it was that the stories he told bored me to tears.
But more than that, I felt like my heart was so deep in the wasteland, I could no longer remember when the last time I had laughed was.
Roger: Hey, aren’t you too good at this? You sure you don’t have a facial muscular disease [3] or something?
It was then I suddenly felt an urge to ask something, perhaps because I was possessed by a spirit or something similar.
Alfons: You’re Cursed, too, aren’t you, mister? Then what’s your fate?
Roger: Actually, I just found that out recently!
R: For me, I’ll “die without being trusted by anybody,” apparently!
R: Haha, what do you think, pretty tragic, isn’t it?
Amid the completely dark night, his laughing face seemed so unconcerned, as if it was no big deal,
and I was so dumbfounded that, without thinking, I—
Alfons: Pfft...
A: Hehe...
A: Ahha! That’s some fate you got there!
Roger: ...ghed...
R: You laughed!
Even I didn’t know why I had laughed at that time.
Perhaps it was because Roger... no, the two of us were so pitiable, so helpless and powerless,
that, in the depths of despair, the only thing I could do at that point was laugh.
We were cold, and miserable to boot, but even so, I couldn’t stop my laughter.
How could I, when the man in front of me looked so happy laughing?
Roger: Haha, yes... I did it!
R: Al! From now on, you and I’ll be friends, just as promised!
Alfons: That’s just you saying it. I will never see you as a friend, for my whole life.
All of a sudden, I realized the arms wrapped around my shoulders were so, very warm.
Ever since I lost the cat, I had never known such warmth.
It had been so long since I was not alone.
No, it was more like, within the depths of this Hell known as despair, it was the first time ever... that someone was by my side.
And, surely, such was the case for this man as well.
The eyes of the one before me reflected the moon, and it seemed to glimmer in the depths of Hell.
Roger: Al, I’m gonna make a promise to you.
R: Someday, I’ll——
—— End flashback ——
Alfons: .........
A: I must be slightly weary now, am I.
I got off the carriage, and hoping to dive into my bed, I walked down the hallway.
Roger: Hey there, Al.
When I turned around, I saw Roger there, now grown up and his body unbearably large.
Roger: You’re back now? You should live a bit of a more healthy lifestyle, you know, you’re gonna destroy your body.
Alfons: I’m sorely sorry to say that I have gotten used to this unhealthy lifestyle. You see, that which is ‘incorrect’ becomes ‘correct’ to me.
Roger: You really haven’t changed at all since the old times.
He was the complete opposite of me, the one who shows illusions, as he was a man who only sees reality.
The one who pushed despair onto me.
Someone I couldn’t care less about in my life.
And yet.
—— Flashback ——
Roger: Al, I’m gonna make a promise to you.
R: Someday, I’ll——rid the world of the Curses!
Alfons: Is... is that even possible?
Roger: Yep, and I’ll do just that!
R: If I do, you won’t be lonely anymore, right?
—— End flashback ——
I wonder, why is it I could never seem to forget just those words, and those words alone?
Fin.
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NOTES:
[1] here, Alfons refers to Roger as [お兄さん] (onī-san), which literally means “big brother,” and it could be used to refer to someone else’s older brother, but here it’s used more in the context that Roger is a guy a little older than Alfons, so it’s just like a casual way to call someone you’re not super close with or don’t know the name of, not because they are blood-related in any way. Think of it kinda like “bro” in modern terms maybe?
[2] said “something” is “a tragic fate I cannot escape from.”
[3] I think Roger is referring to something like Moebius syndrome, although if we’re thinking on the timeline, it wouldn’t have been called that at the time; if we assume this takes place in the 1890s, then this story would have taken place around 20 years prior in the 1870s (if we assume they are nearly or already in their 30s)... which was before the time ‘Moebius syndrome’ was coined in the 1880s.
END NOTES: what did you guys think of the story? personally, I really enjoyed it, and I hope you guys do too 🙏
their relationship is really interesting, because I don’t think it’s a lie, per se, to say that Al doesn’t like Roger, but Roger wants to get along with Al. but on the other hand, the last line of the story seems to imply that he does hold some hope that Roger can indeed, get rid of Curses.
and, regardless whether Al likes it or not, Roger inevitably has a notable influence in his life. Roger was the one who made Al fall into despair. but, on the other hand, as children, when Al was at his lowest point, Roger was the one who gave him warmth.
if I had to summarize, cue many complicated feelings 👍 but they are also like brothers.. whether they like it or not, haha.
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