Ava Gardner: Acqua di Parma Colonia, Fracas, Tabu, Jungle Gardenia, was photographed with Mitsouko; Reporter recalled her perfume being intoxicating, French and exotic (smells like Fracas, no?); She would also spritz perfume in a pathway leading to her room after fights with Frank Sinatra to let him know she was ready to make up.
Anouk Aimee: Guerlain Apres L’ondee
Vivien Leigh: Joy by Jean Patou (was said to stop to pick up a bottle while touring; gifted perfume by Dior.
Marilyn Monroe: Chanel N5, Joy by Jean Patou, Fracas; was said to take ice baths with drops of perfume.
Elizabeth Taylor: Femme Rochas, Bal a Versaille, Givenchy L’interdit (in honor of friend Audrey Hepburn), White Diamonds (and her other fragrances, presumably), said she liked to mix several perfumes before she came out with her own line; Colin Farrell said “Violet Eyes” smells as he remembers her smelling.
Brigitte Bardot: Jicky by Guerlain, Vent Vert by Balmain, Fracas.
Catherine Deneuve: Chanel N5, N19 and N22, Guerlain L’Heure Bleu and Chamade, Frederic Malle Iris Poudre, Carnal Flower,
Eau de Magnolia, and Lipstick Rose, Serge Lutens Fleur d’Oranger,
Un Lys, and Rose de Nuit, Annick Goutal Sables,
Francis Kurkdjian Lumiere Noire for Her (originally created for her).
Grace Kelly: Creed Fleurissimo (made for her wedding, inspired by her bouquet), Jean Patou Joy,
Claudia Cardinale: L’Air du Temps
Claudette Colbert: Vol de Nuit
Audrey Hepburn: Givenchy L’interdit (created for her), Creed Spring Flower (created for her), Guerlain Chamade, Acqua di Parma Colonia, Femme Rochas, Ivorie Balmain (original)
Gloria Swanson: Joy, Youth Dew, Narcisse Noir
Ingrid Bergman: Guerlain Mitsouko
Jane Russell: Chanel Coco
Jayne Mansfield: Lanvin My Sin, Arpege, Shiaperelli Shocking
Jean Harlow: Mitsouko by Guerlain
Joan Collins: Guerlain Shalimar and Jicky
Joan Crawford: Youth Dew, Jungle Gardenia
Lana Turner: L'air du Temps
Lauren Bacall: loved Diptyque scents, especially L'Ombre dans L'Eau
Marlene Dietrich: Fracas, Tabac Blond, Bandit, Vole du Nuit
Mary Pickford: Crepe De Chine, Joy, Patou
Olivia de Havilland: Joy
Sophia Loren: Irisia, Diva (I also read she wore Shalimar)
Natalie Wood: Jungle Gardenia by Tuvache (her favorite flowers were gardenias)
Unisex fragrances made with quality essential oils, offered in convenient 4mL glass roll-on bottles!
Cool, earthy, and surprisingly complex: Patchouli, rain-cool musk, pine needles, damp ocean breezes, cajeput, allspice, and just a hint of exotic sandalwood, with a faint breath of sensual leather underlying it all.
Pretty much Iron Bull’s favorite thing ever!
The high, wild scent of Dragon’s Blood resin, the scraped-earth smell of patchouli, a spicy drop of cinnamon bark, and the smell of distant fires.
Sweetgrass, freshly cut; holy basil, clary sage, mountain rain, peru balsam, sandalwood, a hint of earth, and the familiar smell of campfires.
The smell of home, such as it is, for a city elf: earth, pipe tobacco, bamboo and teakwood, apple cider, and a faint hint of nutmeg carried on the wind from the distant marketplace.
THE STORM COAST:
The smell of fresh sea air, mountain rain, and wet sand, with a hint of patchouli and cool musk. The scent of an ocean breeze and a fierce storm blowing in. You can almost feel the rain on your face, the salt-spray of the ocean waves.
The smell of cold mountain rain, spruce trees, herbal clary sage, cedarwood, a hint of earthy patchouli, and a drop of sandalwood. This oil brings to mind the vast, sprawling landscape of Skyrim, at once desolate and beautiful, dangerous and wild.
The scent of heavy rain and watery marsh-grasses: Sweetgrass, clary sage, fresh rain, juniper berries, damp and earthy patchouli, holy basil, and a hint of bamboo and teakwood.
A warm fragrance that calls to mind the exotic jungles and warm sands of Elsweyr– Rich musk, rare amber, expensive spices, fragrant sandalwood, and just a hint of skooma.
IDK about my other witch’s, but one of my fav things to do for family and friends for gifts are making them from scratch. Especially beauty products that have a touch of magick and are as chemical free as I can make them.
If any of you want to make salves, lotion, or any other herbal remedies and beauty products for the gift giving season. I HIGHLY recommend bulknaturals for Cocoa, Shea, and Mango butters.
Steven is so nice and deliveries super fast. It’s free shipping for the US (I’m not sure about international.) He gives out very decent sized samples for .99 a piece. (He even included 2 free samples!) and you can buy a 16oz thing of unrefined shea butter for just $9.99! He even sells in bulk going clear up to 25Ibs!
They are legit and all natural and he is an extremely new shop on etsy. Give him a look, I was pleased to find his shop personally.
As usual, I also recommend BathBodySoulfor essential oil’s as she has the lowest prices ANYWHERE I’ve personally seen online for 100% undiluted EO’s. The peppermint tingles, the Cinnamon warms and all of them smell extremely strong and pure. (She also sells carrier oils for a decent price.)
And for those that just want the scent without the physical properties, ApothecaLunulaehas really nice scents and gives out decent samples. You could make a solid perfume and make it cherry and vanilla scented for love etc.
PS. Happy Holidays/Yule/Christmas/Winter Season witchlings! <333
“Argh… Fuck.” Harry moaned, his hands were under his pants pumping his dick faster and faster until he reaches his climax, the hotel room are very quiet and cold. He made his way to the bathroom to shower and clean himself, the warm water are dripping all over his tense body, he’s been very lonely. He have been very busy with the debut album, everything is very exhausting that he forgot about [Y/N].
Tall skinny body, brown glowy skin, wavy hair she is so beautiful that Harry is confused why the hell she’s not a freaking super model. They have broken up months ago, but he’s still not over it yet, Harry found himself still thinking about her but Harry is positive that [Y/N] is 100% over him. He walked out of the shower after he finished drying his hair, because it became a routine ever since [Y/N] told him that it’s not good to sleep with your hair dripping wet. Harry misses her so much that it hurts his whole body, especially his chest. He misses her Tom Ford perfume Harry had gifted to her because the scent of that perfume just reminds him of [Y/N], the screaming that came from the dining table while she works on her job that is graphic design because she forgot to add another layer, coming home to her playing the grand piano, and the way she took care of him
until he can’t take it, so he called her.
“Hello?” Her voice are raspy, she sounds like she just got out of bed then Harry checked the digital clock that is beside his bed
02:32 AM Crap.
He thought, he forgot that it’s two in the freaking morning
“Who the fuck is this?” She continued “It’s- It’s Ha- Harry.” Harry stutters “Why the hell are you calling me in this hour?! Can’t it wait tomorrow?”
"Can- Can I come to your apartment?“
“In this hour? Hell no Styles.” She answered “Please [Y/N]?” She didn’t answer him for a couple seconds but then she agreed “Fine.”
"Thanks Love.“ The nickname definitely slips out of his mouth, he didn’t mean to call her that, after he hung up he put on some clothes, took his keys and immediately drive to [Y/N]’s apartment.
When he arrived at the white building he immediately made his way inside and went to the receptionist desk but he found the staff sleeping with his head rested on the wooden table so he went upstairs without leaving his ID at the receptionist desk.
The elevator dinged when it arrived at the third floor, he walked outside and began to find [Y/N]’s apartment door.
0703.The sign on the black door said, he knocked it a couple times but there is no sign that [Y/N] is making her way to the door, so he open up the door; it’s unlocked
"God Damn it [Y/N].” He went inside quickly and walk straight to [Y/N]’s room and he’s never been so relieved in his life to see her sleeping safely in her bedroom, he sat at the small red couch beside her bed, watching someone while sleeping is overused and mainstream but he couldn’t tear his eyes off of the beautiful girl that is sleeping. After a couple minute watching her sleeping quietly Harry decided to go out of the room to get some water but Harry being the clumsy guy he is, he accidentally run in to her nightstand and knocked up a little night lamp “Fuck.” He hisses quietly
“What the…” [Y/N] is awake by the time Harry clutching on his toes “I’m ver-very sorry, please go back to sleep.” He didn’t know what to say, It’s been months since the last time they saw each other “No, I just- you really came here.” She said
"I did.“ He nodded, [Y/N] sighed and sit up "Why do you came here? It’s like in the middle of the night! This is so weird you are my ex boyfriend and-"
"You didn’t lock your door, that’s dangerous.” He cut off her sentence
“It’s not like I have something worth thousands of dollars inside this crappy apartment.” She answered “But they can hurt you.”
"Why do you care Harry? Just go home okay, get some sleep I’m sure you have a lot of things to do tomorrow.“ She’s always been the type of girl that is not into complicated drama, if there’s a problem or a conflict she’ll try to fix it right away leaving the drama out of it
"But I miss you.” That. There’s the words that Harry has been dying to say to her
“Just go home okay H?” The nickname, she didn’t mean for it to slip out of her lips “There’s no alcohol in this world that can sink in the chest pain I am having every time I think about you.”
"Go home Drama Queen, you don’t get to say that after leaving me with no phone call or text after the break up.“ She lay down and turn to the other side "I’m sorry [Y/N]."
"You are forgiven, now go home get some sleep.” Harry sighed and sit at the edge of her bed, she’s never been the one that have a lot of money, she rarely treated herself, she hardly want to buy anything because her job didn’t pay her that well and Harry miss the time he can spoil her with anything even though she didn’t like it when people buy her things
“Can I sleep here? On the couch?” He asked her “What ever I don’t care.” She coldly answered, Harry nodded despite the fact that she can’t see him so he took of his shoes and shirt leaving him with the dark grey sweatpants he is wearing and try to lay down on the couch and slowly he fell asleep.
After about fifteen minuted being half asleep Harry are woken up by a sound of someone sobbing quietly, Harry immediately sit up and went over to the bed to check on [Y/N]
“[Y/N]?” He whispered, she looked a little shocked “God damn it H, I thought you were asleep.” She rasp “I was.” Harry’s fingers are wiping the tears that is staining her beautiful face “Why are you crying? Tell me [Y/N].”
"It’s just- It’s just that you don’t get to come here, calling in the middle of the night out of nowhere after you decided that you missed me! I have been missing you this whole time but I can’t just call you and tell you that I missed you! You can’t do that Harry that’s not fucking fair!“ She shouted, clutching on to the pillow she’s hugging, the familiar pain sensation spreading across his chest "I’m so sorry darling, that it took me a lot of time to realize that I missed you,” she shooked her head while the tears keep streaming out of her eyes, Harry tugged the wavy hair on to the back of her ears “Come one Love, show me your beautiful face,” She always falls for his charms, the way he talk to her made her knees weak, and somehow she always agree to do what he says as if she’s compelled she should be hating him after all of the things he did to her but as you can see now she’s letting him in again
“There you go.” he began to dry the tears from her face and lay down beside her “I thought, maybe one day you’d call me and tell me that you’re sorry too. I waited Harry and God, I hate myself so much for getting my hopes up. It hurts H.”
"I’m sorry, I’m sorry sweetheart. I’m here now, I’m not leaving you not again, not anymore,“ Harry lay down beside her and play with her hair from the back, he know that [Y/N] will be fast asleep if Harry played with her hair "I love you [Y/N], now sleep my love. I’ll be right here when you wake up.”
Harry woke up with [Y/N] sleeping quietly beside him facing the big and dirty window, Harry didn’t have her wrapped around his arms because cuddles won’t instantly fix them, Harry don’t think that it’s what [Y/N] wanted, so he gave her space; just like what she wanted. It’s been a very long time since Harry came to this apartment, the last time he came here was before [Y/N] move to his apartment and help her packs up her things. Harry slowly sit up and walk outside her room to get something to eat, he went to the kitchen and open up the fridge; it doesn’t have anything unless two bottles of wine and Chinese food leftovers that is probably not edible by now Harry wants to go out and buy something to eat for both of them but he promised her when she wakes up he’s going to be right here.
[Y/N] woke up facing the window, she roll over and found the space beside her empty. She sighs knowing that this would happen, and how she shouldn’t get her hopes up that Harry would stay the night. She checked her nightstand and no, he didn’t left any notes she told herself to get over it and get ready to start the day.
Harry heard a shuffling in [Y/N]’s room and decided to check her, as he walk inside her room he saw her in a plain black bra set “JESUS!” She screamed and cover herself with a blanket “It’s nothing I haven’t see [Y/N].” He smirked “I thought you left.” She walk over to her the other side of her bed-still in her underwear and put on some clothes, Harry can’t stop staring at her, her body-god her body is amazing “I’m a man of my words [Y/N],” Harry answered [Y/N] respond him by rolling her eyes
"Where are you going?“ He asked seeing her putting on a jeans and a grey sweater that looks like it’s Harry’s "Work, where else?” She answered
“Skip work.” He said, [Y/N] shook her head and laugh coldly “You think I can just skip work? I’m not like you okay?” She went to the desk and put her laptop and the charger inside her black Saint Laurent bag Harry bought for her when he was in New York “Please? It’s just one day!”
"No, I got paid only seven dollar per hour because I’m on training. I can’t lose this job Harry,“ she walk outside her bedroom putting on a black converse and walk to the door "Go home, you don’t have to lock the door on your way out.” She slammed shut the door leaving confused Harry and her heart at the green eyed man she loved so much.
“Happy birthday babe!” Jungkook said as he made his way over to you who was currently laying on the couch, leaning in for a kiss. “Awh you didn´t have to” You said as you grabbed the gift he handed to you. “Open it!” He said excitingly. “Ok ok” You said while laughing as you unwrapped the paper. You had told Jungkook a hundred times not to get you anything, at least not anything expensive, but as well as you knew Jungkook, you knew that he wouldn´t listen.
Jungkook sat down besides you to get a better look at you opening his gift. “You´re so slow, just wrap it open!” He said as he started getting impatient. “Yah don´t nag, I just want to make sure I don´t ruin anything!”
“Oh my..” You said as you finished unwrapping the gift. The perfume you had been wanting for months was laying in front of you. “Thank you so so so much!!” You threw yourself at Jungkook as you wrapped your arms around his neck. “Everything for you my love” He said laughing at your cute reaction. “How did you even get this!? It´s been sold out since last year!” You asked referring to the bottle of perfume. “I´m Jeon Jungkook, that´s all I need to say” He joked, flashing a cocky smile. You laughed at his stupid answer as you pulled the perfume out of the box.
“Let me smell” Jungkook said, moving closer to you. You added the perfume on your neck, leaning closer to Jungkook so he could smell. “It smells like vanilla, mmm..” he said closing his eyes. As you were about to move away from him, he grabbed you by the hips and laid you down so he was laying on top of you. “Did you know vanilla is my favorite scent?” Jungkook said, with a totally different tone in his voice than just a few seconds ago. This time his voice was more deep and low.
“What a coincidence” You said with a smirk. He looked down at your lips, then up to your eyes again. “By any chance, do you wear that lipstick of yours that tastes like vanilla?” He asked after a moment of silence. “Yes, actually I do.” “For some reason I´m suddenly craving the taste of vanilla.” Before you could say no more he pressed his lips against yours, sliding his tongue in your mouth. This boy really was impatient today, gosh. “Mhm you taste so good” He said in between the kiss. “Well you don´t” You let out. Jungkook pulled away and looked at you with a confused expression. “Yah! What do you mean?” He said lightly snapping your forehead. “All I can taste is coffee, you know I don´t like coffee.” You jokingly pouted. He let out an “oh”, looking like he just realized something. He quickly got off of you as he hurried into the bathroom. “Yah! Where are you going!?” You shouted confused. “To the bathroom to brush my teeth, I don´t want my birthday girl to get tortured like this”
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You try so hard to show your bulletproof vest to the world, but why is it every time they shoot, you bleed? Sweet Aries, you keep tying yourself to the train tracks without telling anyone, but whenever that train comes, your noble heart is crushed under insecurities' wheels. You'd rather watch yourself bleed out than ask from a giving hand. Your heart is too pure and your intentions are too raw to hide from others. Dear Aries, you are worthy of vulnerability. Exposing yourself to others does not and will not make you weak. It can only give you power.
My sweet, dear Taurus, you are radiant in your glow and the person who ever told you otherwise is a damned liar. You pick their words off of sunflowers and dress yourself in their pedals, but Taurus you must let yourself see the flower as a whole. You sew the vibrant pieces to your heart without realizing that half the flower is already dead and now you are attached to something that no longer has life. You thrive in the grandeur of nature and having death fastened to your insides drains your once fluorescent glow. Something you once thought was so right, is now wrong. Admitting your faults will only let your heart breathe.
Oh, the vivacity of life you hold within you my exuberant Gemini. You live two lives at once, you're a stimulated bolt of youth while simultaneously being a fallen heart always one finger away from an anxiety attack. Sometimes my dear, we can't see you with your forged facade. Do you even know which face you may wear today? It's an unconscious action, you feel both sides so you are able to be both sides at once and the others call your blasphemies. My dear, stop trying to suppress half of yourself in order to accommodate to their needs. Love both sides, then you may feel whole.
My darling Cancer, are you still in bed holding your chest waiting for them by your window? You stand at the corner of their hearts holding a sign for hire "needed to be needed, loved to be loved" but didn't anyone ever tell you no one will ever love you as much as you do? If you move your hand from your chest, i promise you darling your heart will not fall, it can only grow. Your empty spots are not fatalistic, they are opportunities to be filled with the daises you picked from your garden. So let go sweet Cancer, let go and let in the fresh air of your beautiful aspirations.
I love to watch you paint as you delicately carve your love into trees you wish to lay under. You dream of peace but only seem to land on a pile of stressful need. Your heart is too big for them my sweet Leo, your heart is too pure and genuine that it often consumes you. They call you prideful but don't they know its because you already gave your heart to them and watched them squeeze its evergreen beauty? Your pride is not bad nor is it rotten or grim, it is an example of your standards. They broke your heart once and you'd be a fool to let them break it twice. Hold your head up high dear Leo, but remember to look down every now and then.
You order ORDER itself and when it doesn't listen to you, you deteriorate into shambles. All you ever wanted was to help the ones you love, to give guidance for those who can't see past their eyes. Your detailed eye does not go unseen and your hidden heart will not go unfelt. You are the face of sacrifice, genuine in your quest for perfection but you must realize that you do not have to suffer. My sweet Virgo, you've come to know many lovers but have yet to know yourself. The ocean may seem infinite but you are far from the bottom, you may use your thoughts to drown yourself or you may use them to float. Your Mondays handwork with a heart full of integritY, but please my beautiful Virgo, let yourself breathe and enjoy the release of a Friday afternoon.
Dressed in black and red stained lips, you are lady lust herself playing both sides through stolen sips of wine. You hand out pieces of your heart in perfume masked gift baskets and then at night you hold yourself and wonder why you feel so empty. You have an exquisite soul my dear Libra, but you must stop walking around in the graveyards at night, trying to bury your feelings won't keep them from coming back alive. You fell in love with love itself and now the queen of the equilibrium can no longer keep balance. Sweet Libra, you are worthy of a voice but you must first speak to be heard. Stop using others affection for you as a measure of your worthiness, you must sit in silence and wait for what you cannot change.
Oh my dear Scorpio, how long has it been since you felt secure? Your jealous rampages are the result of your fractured loyalties and now when you do hold trust they often crush it in your hand and you're left to watch it fall through your fingers. You cannot manipulate another to love you. You are not tongue tied, you are delicately planned words with secret intentions hunting the truth you never wanted to know. My beautiful Scorpio, you must realize when to let yourself be. You haunt yourself with the action of others, but what they did to you does not define you, and it will no longer control you. The clever mind of a Scorpio shall not be wasted on the weak willed.
The adventurous Sagittarius, which walks of life have you danced with today? You sing with the stories of tomorrow and live with the spontaneity of today, but you must realize that life is painted many different tones; it's wingspread freedom, but it's also storms of serious. Honesty is a virtue that we all thank you for, but my dear Sagittarius the integrity of others is not a joke you can recklessly play with. You are the embodiment of optimism cloaked in yesterdays ambition and tomorrows hope, you are beautiful in your wisdom. But life must be taken from all sights, you are the king of experiences, so dearest Sag, let yourself experience your emotions.
My dear Capricorn, you are grand in your restless hunger for the mountains peak. Rushing up the mountain side, trying to make it in time for the sunrise where you wish to lay in the hands of another sipping victorious wine. And although that sunrise will be magnificent in it's symbolic accomplishment, you must realize that missing it isn't a catalyst to your defeat. Although achieving hard works ambition is glorious, your hands are now ice and your heart isolated. This fight to the top may be easier alone, but who will hold you at the end? Remember, with every sunrise there is a sunset, both are qual in their beauty.
You are a blessing to tiresome routines while dressed in fortified independence. They can call you bundles of hand me down labels, making you a character to fit into their games but you will rebel to the noise and continue your crafts. But you see my sweet Aquarius, being a voice for the good, your beautiful detachment to judgement is also your biggest hamartia. Others are attracted to the impressions you plant and grow attachments while you disengage when you feel restricted. You must realize others do not break from their emotions so easily, your actions often leave scars. Let yourself be sedated by others, having emotions run deep is fatal but my dear Aquarius, you will never feel more alive.
An extravagant castle, you are the magic that lives in all of us. The purity of your heart whispers divine compassion, constantly giving love to passing creatures. You live with not only your emotions, but you hold the hurt of everyone around you, you feel their tales of travesties. And my dear Pisces, when all you can do is feel floods of yours and others hurricanes, you escape back to your castle with locked gates. But my sweet Pisces, you must understand that you cannot live in that castle, you cannot wash away ruthless pain with sun dried whiskey and vindictive vodka. Your creative soul is magnificent, so never stop drawing your castle, never stop exploring the depths of your imagination, never stop having empathy, but you can't stop living.
- Vincent has no illusions about who he is, what he does, and what he’s intended to do. He is able to compartmentalize things/events with disturbing ease and his viciousness knows no bounds. Beneath that gentlemanly facade, Vincent has a dark—almost cruel—sense of humor and without his family, he may have succumbed (completely) to the Phantomhive malice. He is able to disguise most of his darker urges but it’s a false facade, hidden beneath a veneer of perfect charm and intellect.
- As a youth (and, tbh, as an adult) Vincent excelled in every field he put his mind to and quickly learned that station and status can have a greater impact on one’s future than raw talent alone.
- He is an excellent marksman with a steady hand, cool head, and sniper-level precision.
- Despite his apathetic view of the world and moral ambiguity, Vincent adores his baby sister Francis because she is able to fend for herself and, underneath her stern exterior, possesses a genuinely good heart. He terrorized any suitor he thought of as unworthy and initially wanted Francis to marry Queen Victoria’s third son, Prince Arthur. Having carefully cultivated the match, Vincent was quite irritated when Francis fell in love with Alexis Leon Midford but, in a rare show of true benevolence, agreed to the engagement when he realized Alexis was much easier to manipulate than a royal prince.
- Once on a mission to Budapest, Vincent was severely injured in an unexpected explosion. Diedrich rushed inside the burning building, dragged “that insufferable Phantomhive” out of there, and then carried his former rival turned reluctant best friend turned partner on his back to the nearest medical facility, nearly twelve miles away.
- After, when Diedrich was framed by the Austro-Hungarian Empire for causing that explosion, Vincent gamely abandoned his planned business trip to New York and accompanied his faithful German hound to Budapest to clear his name. During that time Vincent pestered Diedrich with horribly timed knock knock jokes, bad puns, and a relentless flow of conversation that just never seemed to end. It was the only thing Vincent could think of to keep Diedrich from falling into despair. While many don’t see past Diedrich’s gruff exterior and draconian discipline, Vincent knows that one of the things his old friend cherishes above all else is his sense of honor and duty.
- It was Vincent and Francis who arranged the engagement between Ciel and Elizabeth. Vincent desperately wanted his child to have knowledge of integrity, valor, and goodness—three things he thought the Midford family personified. He later felt some guilt in having roped his sister’s only daughter into a life of crime and immorality but in Francis’s words: “If you think a Midford would ever succumb to such transgressions then you, Vincent Phantomhive, are still as dense as ever.”
- His favorite scent is lavender and moonflower essence. He gifted the perfume to Rachel when the two began courting and since then, it’s been her signature fragrance.
- Ciel inherited Vincent’s cunning and ambition but also his mother’s compassion and fierce loyalty. Vincent hoped Ciel would be spared from the Phantomhive “evil” that is inherent in each descendent but the cult saw otherwise. Thus, he never really wanted Ciel to become the watchdog but accepted it as a real possibility.
- Vincent prefers French cuisine (particularly the recipes of Antoine Carême), baroque architecture, and only drinks wine imported from the vineyards of Aquitaine.
- In spite of his good looks and well practiced charm, Vincent thought marriage a secondary task in comparison to Funtom and his duties to the queen. He met Mr. Dalles esq. by accident and became intrigued by the description of his two daughters. During that time, Vincent was actually more interested in Angelina. He was impressed by her strong will, fierce intellect, and medical ability but her shyness, insecurity, and hesitation made him choose Rachel instead. He kept in touch with Angelina and she eventually joined the Evil Noblemen as their professional medical advisor and physician.
- If he had a daughter he would have named her Cordelia Claudia Phantomhive, after the compassionate daughter of King Lear.
- Vincent has bank accounts all over the world—from Switzerland to Munich to New York to Luxembourg. (‘I’d like to think myself a humble man but, as Diedrich so often points out, my sense of humility is often blinded by my one of a kind diamond collection.”)
- Vincent has a bachelor’s degree in moral philosophy from the University of Cambridge. (He inherited his rather curious sense of humor from his father…nudge, nudge, wink, wink.)
- He can speak nine different languages: English, French, German, Spanish, Latin, Greek, Russian, Polish, and Chinese. (Hi Lau.)
- Vincent respected and admired his mother but found it difficult to openly express affection towards her.
- It’s actually Francis who has the sweet tooth in the Phantomhive family. Vincent dislikes pastries and candy in general, preferring fine brandies, Beluga Sturgeon caviar, and rare lamb.
- The Phantomhives have a gorgeous seaside villa in Martinique that Vincent built for Rachel as an early wedding present. (They, er, spent a lot of time there.)
- Undertaker was one of the few people Vincent genuinely trusted outside his family.
- It was Rachel who came up with Ciel’s name. Vincent had wanted to name his son Joachim, after the great French military general Joachim-Napoleon Murat. (But Rachel’s response was more or less, “Why on earth would I ever saddle my son with a name that conjures up the image of a 50 year old vagabond with no teeth and a head full of lice?”) She was even less pleased when Vincent suggested the name Hannibal:
“Are you out of your mind?”
“What’s so preposterous about this one? He’s considered one of the finest military generals in history.”
“And what does his name rhyme with?”
“Oh love, you don’t believe anyone would ever be so childish as to insinuate that our son is a cannib—“
“Tell me you wouldn’t be tempted to call our child the Watchdog’s cannibal.”
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Prompt: Angelica is in love with her childhood friend (Y/N) Benet, a fellow woman who’s been married for about five years. Once it is revealed that (Y/N)’s husband has been having an affair, Angelica rushes to comfort her. In more ways than one ;)
Warnings: Lesbian, Cheating, Angst, GirlxGirl kiss scene.
How am I supposed to understand his logic? His reasoning on having an affair and ruining my best friend’s life? That man, that animal has the audacity to ignore the five years of marriage he shared with (Y/N) and go off with some common whore. This is unacceptable. I was angry when Alexander had his infidelity, but nothing compares to how enraged I am at this very moment.
I collected my gloves, coat, and bag before marching down the street to the Benet household. I knew (Y/N) was home. She didn’t work but she has been less and less social after it was announced that her husband has been unfaithful. I understand her reasonings. It would take guts to show your face after something so controversial was announced to all your friends and family.
I knocked loudly on the door, gripping by handbag so tight, it probably would have set on fire from the heat of my rage. I heard violin music coming from inside the house, my theory of (Y/N) being home being confirmed immediately. The housemaid, Rose Carter, opened the door and ushered me inside. She closed the door behind me and took my gloves and coat. I looked around and immediately noticed the pile of burned and shredded papers and photographs in the empty fireplace, the filth of the coals covering the documents.
“My lady has been in a pitiful state, Ms. Shuyler,” Rose explained, hanging up my coat and retreating into the kitchen for a moment before presenting a cup of hot tea to me. I thanked her as I took the tea. “She ripped up all of Mr. Benet’s letters he wrote to his mistress and ordered me to burn every photograph in the house that had my master’s face in it and every document with his signature or even his name on it. This included their marriage license and the deeds to his properties.”
“She’s ruining his life,” I said subconsciously. “By him ruining her livelihood, (Y/N) is doing the same. Returning the favor, correct?”
Rose nodded. “I’m very worried for my lady, Ms. Schuyler. She hasn’t eaten her breakfast or her lunch today and she hasn’t left her room for the past few weeks.” Rose started tearing up but quickly excused herself as she raced into the kitchen. I sent a pitiful smile towards her before making my way up the small staircase that lead to the second floor. I walked down the hall before reaching the marital bedroom. I could hear soft sobbing coming from inside and it broke my heart. How could someone so selfish hurt someone so beautiful and kind like (Y/N)? She was so selfless and humble. She always offered a hand to neighbors and community problems. She was so talented in sewing and playing the violin. She always looked after the neighborhood children when their parents were working. (Y/N) was a wonderful person and she didn’t deserve any hate or betrayal from anyone!
I knocked softly on the bedroom door, the sobbing quieting down until it was silent. I heard the bed creaking and footsteps padding towards the door. The door slowly creaked opened and I felt my heart break when I saw my friend.
(Y/N) was a mess. Her long beautiful hair was matted and dirty like she hasn’t bathed in some time. Her pale porcelain skin was almost as white as a sheet. Her eyes were dull and there were dark circles under them. She was dressed in her nightgown and her body was thinner than usual. She was clinging to the door like if she let go, she was going to fall.
“A-Angelica.” (Y/N) murmured as a greeting. Her voice was soft and hoarse. I felt like I was going to cry. This was my worst nightmare. Seeing (Y/N) all broken and weak about a man who wasn’t worth her time. I needed to help her. She was so strong and I won’t let some pig destroy her.
“I’m here to see you,” I said, a little more cold than I wanted my voice to sound. “Can I come in?”
(Y/N) nodded, shuffling out of the way so I could walk into the bedroom. It was like a tornado went through the room. Her clothes were stuffed haphazardly into a travel trunk. Her husband’s clothes were ripped up and some were burned to ash-covered pieces of discarded cloths, scattering the floor. The pictures that were once framed and hung from the wall were now shattered and laid in dust-covered piles of debris on the floor.
“(Y/N),” I murmured, taking her hands into mine. “Why are you still here? Aren’t you afraid that he’d come home?”
(Y/N) shook her head, her face holding a small frown. “I have nowhere to go.” She said. “And I made sure he’d never come back. He ran off to Virginia with that whore.” She hissed the last word.
I frowned and squeezed her hands. “Stay with me,” I said. “I can’t leave you here where you only feel pain and sadness. Please!”
“No buts, (Y/N).” I cut her off. “I love you too much to let you stay here where people will walk by and mock you for what your swine of a husband had done.”
I loved her so much. More than a friend. More than a sister. I loved (Y/N) too much to think of her like that. We met before the war. Her father was friends with my father so it was almost cliche that we met. (Y/N) was Eliza’s age but acted more matured than that. She was very smart, vert witty, and very beautiful. We were instantly best friends and got closer and closer. But then her father married her off to a wealthy man and she almost stepped out of my life. Then it got worse when I got married and moved to London. We wrote each other often, (Y/N) keeping me notified about that was happening in New York while I sent her gifts and perfumes from London. I realized a few months into our friendship that I was attracted to her. This was very improper and it could ruin our families reputations, so I pushed these thoughts and feelings away for so long that they became manifesting inside of me. Now here I was, back in the city (and here to stay), only to be greeted with the news that (Y/N)’s husband was not as faithful as he said he was. This is not what I wanted when I returned to my homeland. I won’t stand by and let some man treat the love of my life like an arm accessory. I’ll make sure she is treated with respected and loved. If it means that I have to sacrifice my reputation, then so be it.
It has been about a month since I took (Y/N) away from that awful house. She has gotten better and happier. She’s now better acquainted with the neighbors and has even taken up the career of being a nanny for the neighborhood children. She still lives with me too. I convinced her to stay in more ways than one. I ended up telling her how I felt. It was a few days after she moved in. I had made us a dinner and after a few minutes of silent eating, I coughed, gaining her attention.
“(Y/N), my dear, I must confess something,” I said in a slightly shaky tone.
(Y/N) looked at me with a confused frown. “And that is?” She asked.
I took a shaky breath before taking her hand in mine. I planted a kiss on the back of it as I stared deeply into her eyes. I softly smiled at the blush forming on her cheeks. I felt my heart pounding but I came this far, I’m not backing down.
“(Y/N) (L/N), I have been in love with you for the past seven years.” I began speaking, holding her hand against my cheek. “You are so amazing. You are intelligent, witty, selfless, humble, and so so beautiful. You make my heart flutter when you’re around. You captivate my attention all hours of the day and I know this is taboo, but I cannot hold it in any longer. I had to tell you. I’m sorry if this makes our relationship awkward. I understand if you never want to see me again.”
I watched her as tears formed in her eyes and a smile formed on her blushing face. She stood and pulled her hand away from me. She walked around the table and stopped when she was right next to me, cupping my face with her hands and planting her lips onto mine. The kiss was passionate but also sweet at the same time. It lasted for what felt like an eternity until (Y/N) pulled away, softly panting. I mirrored her smile as I stood and embraced her. I littered butterfly kisses on her cheeks, neck, and collarbone as she giggled softly.
“I love you too, Angelica Schuyler.” She murmured into my ear before I captured her lips into another kiss.