#ch: nicholas

[warwickroyals]

APRIL: He's the birthday boy today, so say happy birthday ⚡

Happy birth month to Nick (19th) and Tatiana (9th). For those paying attention my story is currently in March 2028, and we will be focusing on these two birthdays once we reach April

I'm trying to take a new apporach to editing story posts. It takes longer but I'm 100% prouder of this post so I think it's paying off

Working on doing a huge family echo tree of all the Warwicks and more historical posts about the family. I'm probably going to start with Ruby!

[etenniettes]

[ruporas]

all I wanted was to save them... (ID in alt)

[lemongogo]

trimax sketches

[agtavio]

who we really are

[amanedachi]

[discount-kirishima]

Touched by angels though

I fall out of grace

I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day

(click for better quality 😭)

[thelastharbinger]

Benoit Blanc/ Knives Out 3rd Installment Dream Cast!

Okay! Hear me out:

Ayo Edebiri as our lead. She slays, she’s amazing, she eats up every scene.

Penelope Cruz as the ring leader of the group. Takes no shit and looks after her family by any means necessary.

Chris Pine as the polite yet reserved one of the group. Secretly a Proud Boy.

Anne Hathaway as the rich bitch with a slight alcohol addiction.

Nicholas Braun as the narcissistic nepo baby. Right from the get-go he’s an asshole.

Anna Faris as the quirky, out-of-touch friendly one who tries to be woke but is actually a centrist.

Melissa McCarthy as the problematic aspiring comedian with the very uncomfortable “jokes.”

Jensen Ackles as the sus potential love interest who turns out to be major red flags.

Florence Pugh as the only trusting ally with a private, backstabbing agenda. Slightly murderous.

Plus...

Joseph Gordon-Levitt as the nft-ai tech bro.

Keke Palmer as the new money trying to hold onto her status.

Hunter Schafer as Chris Pine’s daughter. Self-involved, reckless. The wild card.

Woody Harrelson as the one you really wanna like but can’t because his character voted for Trump twice. Conspiracy theorist and prob also a misogynist.

[ourlovelines]

a tired moment.

setting: royalverse / pairing: catalina x nicholas / word count: 1.4k

Running a hand down his face, Nicholas waited for the audible click of the door closing before sighing, his eyes slipping shut as he rested against it. Returning from a late-night meeting, full of fake smiles, forced pleasantries, and having to soothe egos of men twice his age over the fact that his father had delegated these meetings to him, although last minute -- their thinly-hidden glares resting over him as if the Crown Prince title he carried meant nothing to them. “What a good load that meeting was anyways…” Nicholas muttered, pushing up from the door, “we didn’t get anywhere.”

Shaking his head, he couldn’t help the small smile pulling at his lips as he walked up the stairs and towards their bedroom; the remnants of still-held tension leaving his body with each step, loosening from being Crown Prince Nicholas and relaxing into just Nicholas - who had nothing to worry about other than being Catalina’s boyfriend and making her happy in their little bubble for the next two weeks.

Quietly opening the door, Nicholas stuck his head into the room, checking to see if Catalina was still sleeping, his eyebrows furrowing momentarily as he found the bed empty before an inelegant, but oh-so-fond snort was pulled from him. Stepping inside, Nicholas slipped his suit jacket off, placing it within the clothes hamper next to his wardrobe, “Hopefully you’ve fallen back asleep,” speaking to no-one in particular, the prince walked back out the door, setting his path for further within the duchy, already having a guess where Catalina had disappeared to.

The call from his father had come just shy of an hour after Catalina had retired for the night, having previously been resting in the armchair in the corner of the duchy’s office despite Nicholas’s best attempts to convince her to go to bed before him.

Reaching the last set of paperwork he needed to look over and sign off on, he stood, walking over to the armchair and kneeling beside it, “Darling, you should head to bed, your eyes are having trouble staying open,” smiling at his girlfriend, he grabbed the bookmark off the side table and placed it within the folds of the book, “your book can wait until the morning.” A low chuckle filled the space between the two of them as he took the book from her hands, “You, on the other hand, cannot.”

“But I don’t want to leave you here alone, Nick. I know you don’t like--” Catalina’s sentence cut off, a yawn overpowering her. Nicholas nodded his agreement, knowing what the rest of her sentence would’ve been.

“I know, love, and I appreciate that you want to stay down here with me, but I’ll be fine, it’s one more set of paperwork and then I’ll be up in bed with you, alright? Besides, despite how comfortable that armchair is to sit in, I can tell you from experience, it is not that comfortable to sleep in.” Grasping Catalina’s hands, he pulled her to her feet, his arms immediately wrapping around her waist as she rested against him.

Catalina moved her head, her chin resting on Nicholas’s chest, a grin covering her lips while she looked up at him, “Aw. If I woke up in any pain, I know you’d be there to help me out.”

Rolling his eyes fondly, Nicholas pressed his lips to hers, a sweet, soft kiss, just happy to be there in the moment with her, before pressing her somehow closer, ending the kiss with a little nip and a pull of her bottom lip. “You're right, I would. Now go, I won’t be far behind.” Opening the door for her, he stood in the doorway watching her with a smile until she disappeared around a corner.

‘That feels like hours ago.’ Nicholas mused, pausing outside the double doors that led to the library. Stifling a yawn, he moved his head closer to listen for telltale sounds of Catalina being awake; waiting for him, even though he had pressed a loving kiss to her lips with a soft apology and a quiet promise of “I’ll be back as soon as I can, go back to sleep, darling”, he heard nothing. Pressing a hand against the door, he pushed it open as quietly as he could. Nicholas’s tired gaze swept across the contents of the room, hoping that if Catalina was in here, he’d be successful in not waking her.

Feeling the last of his tension leaving as his eyes stopped on her blanketed body, amusedly noting the same book from earlier in the night held loosely in her hand as she slept on. Closing the door behind him, Nicholas’s smile turned softer, more genuine as he looked back to find Catalina blearily blinking over at him. “Hi, sleepy. Figured I’d find you here.”

“Hmmm…" She paused, stretching, "I didn’t mean to fall asleep,” pouting, she sat up, the blanket falling to lay across her lap, “but I’m happy it got you back to me sooner.” Reaching out, she intertwined her hands with his, bringing him closer to the chaise and closer to her.

“Trust me, if I had it my way, we’d have been curled up together in bed the whole night.” Sitting on the edge of the chaise, Nicholas brought one of her hands up to his lips, pressing a light kiss to the back of it, grinning happily in the wash of light blush appearing on Catalina’s cheeks. “But with that being said, why didn’t you stay in bed, hmm?” Brushing a few loose strands of hair behind her ear, Nicholas let his hand rest on her cheek, holding her gently as his thumb softly swiped along her cheekbone.

“I wanted to wait for you, and I figured I could read some more while I did.” She says, her voice low before leaning forward to rest against him, a pleased hum coming from her as he pressed a kiss to the side of her temple, “Bedtime?” Feeling, more than hearing the laugh from Nicholas, she wrapped her arms around his neck.

“You would be correct, Ms. Bartlett.” Putting his arms around her waist, he stood slowly, humming a random tune as Catalina wrapped her legs around him, his arms tightening into a more secure hold as she settled into place.

“How was the meeting?”

Nicholas sighed, rolling his eyes as he stepped back out into the hallway, “Useless. If I’m not the King, I might as well be useless, so Father dearest will still have to be the one to have the meeting with them. Another score to my failures as a prince, I’m sure," he sighed, "but I did call him on the ride back, and told him not to contact me for the duration of us being here, and given everything that happened beforehand,” he paused, voice suddenly stuck in his throat as he recalled the last meeting he had with his parents, days before the academy closed for winter break, “I needed time, and as my parents, the least they could do was this for me.”

Ignoring the sudden burn in his eyes, Nicholas gave Catalina a small wobbly smile. “It’s okay though, I’ve got you and that’s all I currently need.” Closing his eyes to fight back the beginning of tears, Nicholas felt Catalina press multiple kisses to his lips and cheeks, pulling a quiet laugh from him as he opened his eyes to look at her. “Let’s go to bed, darling. I think we both need it.”

Entering their bedroom, he walked straight into the bathroom, putting Catalina on the counter before leaning in to press a kiss to the crown of her head, reaching for his toothbrush and quickly brushing his teeth. Humming a song he’d heard Catalina sing along to earlier in the day, he started to move his hands to the top of his shirt, intending to start unbuttoning, but paused, already finding Catalina’s slender fingers already there, making quick work of the buttons. With a quiet murmur of thanks, he slipped his shirt off as he stepped back, giving her room to hop down and followed behind her back into the bedroom, thanking her again as she dropped it into the hamper.

Yawning, Nicholas lifted the blankets slipping under, immediately turning towards Catalina, one of his arms resting against her pillows, his free arm up, wordlessly inviting her to lay against him, holding her close as she did. Placing his hand under her chin, he gently tilted her face upwards, placing a featherlight kiss on her cheeks, “Sleep well, sweetheart. I love you.” Huffing a laugh at the slight beginnings of a pout, he kissed her, instantly smiling into the kiss as Catalina kissed him back.

“Sleep well, darling, I love you too."

[plague-of-insomnia]

Ch 190: Enforcing the Nightingale’s Will

English Translation & Summary

Please if you use anything from translations on the new chapters credit my post(s).

Ch 190 is about 19-20 pages, with quite a lot of dialog, but I’ve done my best to summarize my translation of it below.

The chapter begins with Bard in the lingering remnants of his dream/limbo of last chapter. He feels something soft and fluffy so he likens it to bread. Yana even has the word for “heaven” linked to the word for “bread” so that Bard is thinking of paradise as “the bread place” lol.

He’s snapped back to things by a “god” like figure— the old man he met when he first arrived— who basically demands to know what heaven and god is like, since he’s never seen them.

Bard quickly realizes he’s in the hospital, his midsection heavily bandaged. He notices all the people around him, and a table covered with bloody, used bandages.

Lau soon directs Bard’s attention his way, “Welcome back to hell!” Which makes Bard take note of the tubing attached to Lau’s arm, and also to his own. He sees the blood transfusion machines and the “Canopus” label, and is informed that everyone who could donated blood to help him make it.

Ada soon intervenes, explaining how Bard had lost so much blood, he was at risk of death, and it was a close call (blood soaked their clothes). But she asked for volunteers to donate blood and indicates the various veterans in the room.

Lau gives a little speech about how, despite their differences in appearance and culture, both Bard and Lau, East and West, share the same blood*, Canopus.

*Yana uses the word 血液, which means “blood,” but gives it the pronunciation, nakami, which means “substance,” implying Lau means much more than the raw product of “blood.” Perhaps even suggesting that Bard is more like Lau than he’d initially thought.

Then Bard says something interesting— 死に損なった — Basically, a phrase that means he “failed to die” when he means, basically, that he’s survived yet again. An interesting way of looking at it. Though Bard seems relieved here, not angry, his word choice seems to suggest he saw his previous life as a soldier as simply one giant suicide strategy, so every time he lived it was like he’d failed to die and rejoin his family.

Still, he’s amused by the irony that the young master’s enemy’s technology saved his life, and his friends from the sanatorium are pleased they were able to be of use.

However, despite how glad Ada is that they can now save lives they couldn’t before, she realizes they have to close the sanatorium immediately.

Although Ada realizes they have to abandon the sanatorium, she doesn’t want to leave any of the patients behind, so she insists she’ll stay with them till she can find another facility to take them in…

Bard is like “don’t be stupid! No one can stay here bc they’ll be sending a new group to kill anyone they find. We have to go—now—and stay hidden.”

So Lau is like, “come to Shanghai then!”

It’s unclear if Lau’s offer is genuine or if he’s staying in character as Dr. Chan(?), because he mentions some sort of leader/elders of some kind being very interested in helping. However, from his unspoken thoughts, we learn he’s eager to deliver the transfusion tech along with willing subjects and someone who knows how to use it (the patients and Ada) because someone will pay top dollar for it. (Perhaps this was Lau’s real motivation for getting involved in the whole scheme?)

Ada, however, is brought to tears with gratitude.

My favorite part was the last few pages, though.

First, we get the reveal that Bard remembers his “dream”/out of body experience, because as the sun sets, Bard muses how “by the time I see you again, I’ll be able to make you a pie. Before you know it, you’ll see, I’ll bake you a pie.” —Clearly referencing what we saw last chapter and how Sebastian said he has a lot more to learn before he’s ready to cook for his family.

It puts what Bard said earlier, about “not managing to die again” in a different light. Has he seen his family every time he nearly died, and despite wanting to be reunited with them, has always been “kicked” back to life??

But the BEST part is the last couple pages. We see Layla trying to run away, but the blood loss is affecting her and she ends up tripping. Soon, she’s captured.

Ron, gleefully sing-songs, “I caughhht youuu….”

(Will we see Othello experimenting on her to find out how the BDs — especially the more human ones like her— tick???)

Looks like we’re finally wrapping up this subarc after about 1.5 years… Maybe we’ll get one or two chapters more, and one as a kind of lead up to Finny and Snake’s part. Guess we’ll see!

**As always, I’m human and fallible, so I apologize in advance for any errors

[muchallure]

hear me out

[warwickroyals]

WARWICK: THE THIRD CHAPTER

Chapter One - Chapter Two - Phillip's Story - Chapter Three

Pose by @funkyllama

[memoriesintherain]

[ruporas]

can’t help falling for you

[lovecharged]

[merveiilles]

⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ YOU'RE A MEAN ONE, MR.GRINCH;; vyrulent asked: "Do you want a Christmas cookie?" - to st nick from jolene july ( she's mother noel of christmasland-- a darker version of mrs claus, but still sweet as can be -- just has scary vampire children ) *** please do not turn into a thread without asking first ***

ㅤㅤ❝𝓨ou know what, I would love a Christmas cookie.❞ The older man remarked humbly as he took a couple steps forward to reach for the plate that contained the cookies in question. ❝Did you make these? There's no harm if they're store bought. Someone had to make those in the end... Cookies are cookies.❞ He informed the woman, lifting one of them that was shaped like a Christmas tree and took a bite off the smaller end. ❝Thank you so much.❞

|| @vyrulent