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Nica Schwartz "A Black Swan Toys with a Dazzling Robin"
Ring Schwartz "Dazzled by Osmanthus Rain"
This list will obviously be completed next year 🤭. I think the Vogel will be added soon enough. They already got their bday party event last year on JP serv 🤔
This should have been completed by now--concluded by Ring's Birthday. Unfortunately, the other's need to be reuploaded and shockingly my beloved Elbie's and Jude's are still on my draft list. I have not started recording theirs yet including Liam...
I translated and added English subs to Darius’ main story trailer
꒰ ִ ֺ ⊹ @ notice ⊹ ֺ ִ ꒱ this translation may not be 100% accurate or contain creative liberties due to characterization or narrative flow purposes. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost these or claim these as your own!
summary: in an attempt to get your boyfriend to listen to you for five minutes and stop being distracted, you challenge him to a staring contest — one that he willingly loses. then again, he wouldn't consider this outcome as a total loss.
themes: established relationship, fluff, making out, suggestive, mentions of sex, he just wants to kiss mc but she's a yapper lol, can i get three cheers for shamelessly flirty caleb
word count: 2.2k
lyn's notes: just something small<3 this has been in my drafts for two months now, inspired by one of idle voicelines and my shameless desire to make out with him. viva la self indulgence.
Caleb wasn’t shy when it came to kissing you.
To be perfectly honest, you should have expected that. Even before you were dating, he had never been particularly subtle about his feelings, though he never dared to cross any lines. For all his heavy-handed flirting that he somehow managed to brush off and pretend never happened, he had been very aware of the boundaries between you, blurred and bent as they were.
On account of having a couple of days off, he had cruised his way back into Linkon and your apartment, settling into your space like it was made for him. A day into staying with you, and he had reorganised your entire spice cabinet, taking over all kitchen duties. He had also claimed your favourite spot on the couch, but you compromised by draping yourself over him every time he lounged there, belatedly realising that you might have preferred it this way.
"And then— hold on, you're not even paying attention, are you?"
A non-commital hum left him, muffled by the way his face was buried in the crook of your neck. His hair tickled the skin there, an annoyance he soothed with a gentle press of his lips to the column of your throat. "I am, go on."
You were sitting in his lap, both occupying one end of the couch like there wasn't a good half left empty. Personal space wasn't a concept either of you subscribed to when it came to each other, always content with being as close as physically possible.
"Right." You were thoroughly unconvinced, but obliged nonetheless. "Anyway, Tara is so sure that Andrew is the one stealing her snacks that she's been basically stalking him around the office."
"Uh huh."
"And I've been trying to tell her that it couldn't be him because he's been out most of the week on missions!"
"I see."
"But you know how she is." Caleb did not, in fact, know how she was, but humoured you with another hum, much more focused on kissing your neck. "She's been trying to convince me to help her set a trap or something, which is sooo ridiculous, by the way, but— Caleb!"
"Mhm?" He had the audacity to lift his head, the mischievous twinkle in his eyes far outweighing the innocent look he was currently attempting to pull off. Like he hadn't just nipped at your pulse point, which he knew was a sensitive spot of yours. "Somethin' wrong, Pips?"
All he received from you was a weak glare. "Can't you at least try to pay attention to me?"
"I am trying." He flashed you a crooked grin before pecking your lips. "You're just too distracting."
You truly didn't know where he got these ridiculous lines from, but Caleb was a master at shameless flirting. "Oh, so you're blaming this on me?"
His nose brushed against yours. "Yep."
God, he was so annoying. You squeezed the top of his shoulders and put on your sternest expression, but the manner in which he was looking at you turned even more dopey than you thought was possible. "Try harder."
"So bossy." There was a teasing lilt to his voice, with some appreciativeness thrown into the mix for good measure, which you could easily recognise because you were aware of how much he liked it when you ordered him around. "Got any more commands for me, Colonel?"
"How about you try to follow the one I just gave you?"
He lopped his arms around your waist, keeping you trapped in the position you had willingly put yourself in. "Okay, okay. You were saying?"
"Tara and her missing snacks," you reiterated, and he couldn't help but think of how adorable you looked right then, all focused and frustrated because of him. It was a look he was very familiar with, having been on the receiving end of it for almost his entire life: your eyebrows furrowed, nose scrunched up just a tad and lower lip jutting out in the slightest pout.
And so Caleb did what he did best: placate you. "Of course. What a tragedy."
Your frown immediately cracked and gave way to a happy little smile. Caleb loved listening to you talk, and he could do so for hours on end; he even had every single one of your voice messages saved on his phone. At the moment, however, he could think of about ten other things he would rather be doing than talking about Tara. "I know. Practically unheard of."
"Yep," One of his hands lifted from your waist and found the curve of your jaw, cupping it and pulling your face closer to his. "What a fun story."
All his efforts in kissing you were in vain the moment you hastily planted your palm over his mouth and pushed him away. "A fun story that I haven't finished telling!"
An audible groan left him as he dropped his head to your shoulder. "Y/n, I love you, but I couldn't care less about Tara's snacks when you're sitting on top of me."
One thing you'd never understand was how he was able to unravel you with just a few words, wondering how he had such a severe effect on you despite having been around him since what seemed like forever. His brazenness never failed to amaze you, but you'd be a hypocrite if you said you didn't secretly love it.
Emphasis on secretly, because you'd never admit that to him.
"You can't keep your hands to yourself for five seconds, can you?" You cocked your head to the side, letting your hand slip down to his chest. He sat up a little straighter, his face inches away from yours and following its movements down to every little tilt, as if he was chasing after you.
"I never do around you."
"You—! You're hopeless." Your exasperation knew no bounds, even if it was highly exaggerated.
"Yeah, yeah, Caleb's hopeless," he mocked the way you'd say it, voice pitched up higher and in a sing-song manner just to be irritating. "Have you considered that your poor boyfriend just wants to kiss you?"
You lightly tugged at the collar of his shirt. "Don't even try to call yourself poor. We kiss all the time, and you're acting like I'm depriving you."
"Technically, you're depriving me right now." His insistence was admirable. "And you should know by now that no amount of you will ever be enough for me. I'm greedy."
Part of you considered kissing him right then and there to get him to stop saying things that made you feel dizzy, but that would be giving him exactly what he wanted, and you couldn't have that. Instead, you decided to use one of your old tricks— something you made him do with you when both of you were children.
"Do you remember when we were younger and would have staring contests?"
Caught off guard and unsure where this was heading, Caleb blinked and nodded slowly. "Yes?"
"I want to do that right now." You declared with an innocent smile. "While I tell you about what happened today at work. If you win, you can kiss me as much as you want, but if you break eye contact, then no kisses for the rest of the day." Maybe you were shooting yourself in the foot with that condition, considering that you were also quite fond of kissing him, but it was too late now.
He raised an eyebrow. "High stakes."
"All or nothing," You nodded. "Do we have a deal?"
"Alright," he returned your smile with one of his own, leaning back against the couch as his eyes locked with yours. "You're on."
Almost instantly, you regretted the entire thing. You had forgotten just how intense his gaze was when all his attention was trained on you, molten pools of sunset shades enticing you to drown in them. Greedy was definitely one of the words you could use to describe him, but in your opinion, all-consuming was more accurate.
"…Anyway." You were acutely aware of the way he was looking at you right now, and the little smirk that played on his lips, as if he already knew he had won this game before it had even started. Cocky bastard. You'd show him. "Like I was saying, Tara thinks Andrew is swiping her snacks and followed him around the office today, which was— uh—"
Caleb leaned forward just a little. "Yes?"
Okay, no. That wasn't fair in the slightest. You should have been immune to this by now, but here you were, stammering over your words because he had gotten a little closer. Swallowing thickly, you continued. "Weird. It was really weird. I tried to tell her that she was being an idiot, but…"
And just like that, Caleb lost the bet.
You trailed off the moment his eyes dropped to your mouth, and he didn't even bother to try and rectify this mistake by quickly glancing back up. His hand on your jaw slipped to the back of your neck, and you didn't have time to even think about teasing him about his loss.
And why was that?
Because he broke the rules of your little contest, pressing his lips to yours and effectively putting an end to your chatter. The kiss itself was as gentle as it was insistent, conveying just how bad he had wanted it without overwhelming you all at once, contradictory in the same way he was. Surprise shot through your system (although it really shouldn't have), melting against him against your will like ice on a blisteringly hot day, compliant as you were miffed about his complete disregard for the conditions you had so plainly stated.
Well, miffed or not, you didn't make any motion to stop him. The realisation that you were just as bad as he was dawned upon you as his mouth moved against your own, his tongue swiping against your lower lip in silent permission— permission you so easily handed over, forgetting all about your feigned reluctance from earlier. He coaxed soft, breathy sounds out of you and drank them up, his hand on your waist slipping underneath the fabric of your top, thumb rubbing his thumb back and forth on the skin there and forcing you to be wholly aware of every part of him.
You could feel yourself flush when Caleb's other hand slipped into your hair and his fingers tangled in it, every atom of yours buzzing with something that only he could light within you. Tugging gently, he angled your head the way he wanted to kiss you better, pressing down on the small of your back so that you were pressed up against him, as close as physically possible.
Frankly, you were quite embarrassed. You had no business being this flustered from making out when you had gone so much further with him. The two of you had had sex for god's sake, and somehow something as simple as this had your head spinning and cheeks heating up. He stole your breath in a matter of stretched-out seconds, until you were
"Caleb, I—" He licked into your mouth, and you were in heaven, subconsciously pulling him closer and asking for more. It was never just one kiss with him, always turning into something more, messier and heated and perfect in ways that had your body traitorously singing to his tune.
"Whoops," Caleb grinned like the Cheshire cat against your mouth, pulling away just enough for you to see the playful glint in his eyes. "I guess I lost our staring contest, huh?"
Evidently, he had done so willingly. Wholeheartedly. Kissing you— try as he might to make it seem that way— had not been a mistake or something that had just happened; no, he had known he was going to even when you laid down the rules of your staring contest.
"You're insufferable." You huffed, indignant as ever in the face of allowing yourself to be outsmarted. Now, there was a thrum of heat underneath the expanse of your skin, and you knew he was aware of it, especially with how he was looking at you: half-lidded eyes and the edge of his lips tipped upwards in a smirk. "You're such a cheater."
"Am I? Is it such a sin to want to kiss my girlfriend?" A honey-drizzled manner of speaking, and you were a goner.
"Don't twist my words!"
"I always do." He shot back with a boyish grin. "Now, do you want to have another staring contest, or can we stop pretending like you don't want to kiss me, too? I kind of liked where things were going there for a sec."
You could have stood your ground and forced him into dealing with the consequences. You could have refused him and doubled down on your story about Tara and her stupid snacks. That would have been the right, self-respecting thing to do.
But you didn't do that, giving in to his whims just as quickly as he did for you. Your fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck and pulled him back in. Caleb laughed into the kiss, but was more than happy to reciprocate. Later, when he inevitably teased you about being spoiled, you'd throw this back in his face and remind him that it was all his fault, and he was just as bad.
"No more staring contests," you whispered when he began to push your t-shirt up, fingertips ghosting your ribs and sending a delighted shiver down your spine. "You suck at them."
Caleb only chuckled. "I think I can live with that."
This is a fan translation so please don't expect it to be 100% accurate; expect grammatical errors and inconsistencies. Creative liberties have been taken. All content belongs to Cybird. Reblogs are appreciated but do not repost.
(Nica’s POV)
Humming to myself, I walked into the lounge and picked up one of the sugar candies left on the table, popping it into my mouth.
Nica: Sweet as ever. Robin really does have the taste buds of a child.
Savoring the sugar candy she’d bought, I tightened my belt, pulled the towel from around my neck, and faced the mirror in the lounge.
Though I’d just gotten out of the shower a few minutes ago, my hair was already starting to dry.
I messed it up with my hands once, spread some styling product across my palms, and began running them through my hair to set it in place.
Nica: humming ~♪
After fixing my bangs and making sure everything looked fine, I stepped away for a moment and headed to the sink.
I washed my hands to get rid of the hair product, then returned to the mirror with my hands still damp, wiping them off on the same towel I’d been using earlier.
(Yeah, perfect.)
Next, I picked up the accessories I’d laid out in front of the mirror and put them on one by one — bracelet, rings.
Once I’d finished with everything, I lifted my gaze.
That’s when my eyes caught the clock in the mirror, its hands moving in reverse.
(I started getting ready pretty early today.)
Thirty minutes before my meeting with Kate. Normally, I’d be cutting it close — or even running a few minutes late.
But today, strangely enough, I had time to spare.
Nica: Well, guess it happens sometimes.
When Kate mentioned wanting to try authentic German food, I decided to take her to a high-end restaurant in London that served it.
At first, she was delighted. But almost immediately, she narrowed her eyes at me, suspicious it might be some kind of trap.
The look on her face had been so amusing that I pretended to cry, saying it was cruel of her to doubt me.
That was only a few days ago.
(Well, sure… I do trick her into missions pretty often, so it’s only natural she’d think it was a trap.)
(But really, if you’re fooled that easily, isn’t that on you too?)
That said, ever since I came here, it’s true I haven’t been bored for a single day — and that’s thanks to her.
(I figured I’d take her out as a thank-you, but if I actually told her that, she’d get all cocky. Better keep that to myself.)
Slipping on my jacket, I picked up a bottle of perfume and popped the cap.
Lifting my shirt, I sprayed it lightly at my waist.
A fragrance reminiscent of a refreshing summer, laced with the unique sweetness of exotic fruits, drifted up gently from my body.
That perfume was one Kate had taken a liking to the other day when we were out together.
But since it was made for men, she’d given up on buying it, saying it wouldn’t suit her.
I dabbed some on my arm too — right where she usually stands at my left side so she could enjoy the scent.
Closing the cap and setting the bottle down, I picked up the bouquet instead.
Nica: Bit early, but… maybe I’ll head out now.
I gave a little stretch before heading toward the door. My steps felt lighter than usual.
…..
(Kate’s POV)
(Did I get here a little too early?)
Ten minutes before our meeting time, I found myself in the palace garden where we’d agreed to meet.
Maybe it was because I’d dressed up for the fancy restaurant, but I felt like I was standing a little taller than usual.
(Knowing Nica, he’s probably not here yet though…)
He’s the type to show up right on the dot, or even a few minutes late.
I figured today would be no different, that I’d be the one waiting nervously for him to arrive.
But—
Kate: Huh…?
In front of the fountain, I spotted him standing, holding a bouquet.
The sight left me stunned.
(Nica’s the one waiting this time!?)
It might have been the very first time he’d ever arrived before me.
I stood there staring blankly at him, shocked enough that my feet froze in place.
He looked even more refined than usual — sharper and more striking. I couldn’t take my eyes off him.
(Ah…)
The moment he noticed me, his face lit up instantly.
Nica: You’re early, Spatzi.
Kate: You’re one to talk…
Nica came running toward me with the bouquet in hand, his smile so dazzling I couldn’t look away.
(Oh no, my heart…)
Nica: Here, a present.
Kate: Oh — ah, th-thank you so much!
He handed me the sweet little bouquet, then slipped an arm around my back, pulling me closer to him.
Kate: Wha-
Nica: The scent. I put on the one you said you liked.
A sweet fragrance reached my nose.
Nica: How is it? Smells good, right?
(This scent… it’s the one we came across when we went out before.)
The exotic sweetness seemed to highlight his charm even more, and before I knew it, I was lost in it, almost entranced.
Just as I was drifting in that daze, our bodies pressed even closer together.
Kate: Huh…
Nica: If we stay like this for a while, the scent might rub off on you, don’t you think?
Held tightly in his arms, surrounded by his scent, I unconsciously leaned in, pressing my nose against his neck.
But in doing so, my lips brushed against his skin. Nica squirmed with a ticklish laugh.
Nica: What’s this? Just smelling me isn’t enough anymore?
Nica: You’re such a naughty little bird, robin.
Kate: Wha—! That’s not what I..
I hurriedly lifted my face, only for something soft to press against the corner of my lips the very next moment.
It was Nica’s lips.
Kate: S-sorry, my lips just…. mmnh!
Our eyes met, blinking in surprise, and in the next instant, he stole my lips, scooping them up from below so I had no chance to breathe.
Kate: Hah… Nica, w-wait—
But every time I tried to speak, my lips were captured again and again.
My chest tightened, and when I tried to draw breath through my nose, all I could take in was his scent. It felt like my whole body was being overtaken, overwhelmed.
I nearly sank to the ground, but with his arm locked firmly around my waist, there was no escape from his kiss.
Nica: Getting so lost in the scent and my kisses that your knees are giving out… you really are such a naughty girl.
Nica: Well, not that I mind. I happen to like that naughty side of you.
His scent closed in on me once more, and I lowered my gaze.
From my own body, I could smell the same fragrance as his.
