Written in the Cosmos

Heyo! So I'm in the mood for a cute romance (when am I not) again! This is a plot I've used before but want to revive it again so woo!
Plot:
Character A is a fiction writer. His specialty? Romance mystery novels with a dash of fantastical intrigue. For his time, it's revolutionary, a best seller in just a few weeks! Well loved both for his stories and his charasmatic yet gentle nature, A is well on his way to his dream life of living with a lover in a secluded cottage in the country side. All he's missing? A lover of course! That's where character B comes in, though not in the fairytale way A dreamed of.
Character B is the queen's assassin, tasked with hunting down criminals, and helping with crimes around the capital when needed. Recently in the capital due to a rumored string of murders, B happens to stumble upon the news of A's book. Instead of enjoying it like everyone else, B is livid about the romanticized portrayals of his job. Instead of letting it go, B, being a skilled assassin, B finds A and demands answers for the rediculousness that is A's book.
As the two being to speak and find convenient times to get together, B gives A more realistic advice for his books and A brings more lighthearted happiness in B's otherwise dim life.
Setting:
Victorian england mystery? But fantastical and maybe a dash of steampunk for vibes.

So yeah, that's the idea, yes this is a romance and yes this is gay.😁 I also plan on this being a bit of a slow burn and more towards slice of life.

Rules:

No smut, heavy romance but no smut please
please long paragraphs, I need detail to continue the plot. I will try and do the same but please no one or two liners at all
andrew (Our Supreme Lord and Overseer)'s rules ofc
template will be up once someone joins. I don't mind playing either character, just ask me questions if you have any on plot or character, I don't mind fleshing that out at all, highly encouraged.

(whats one more ;) you're more than welcome to join if you'd like!)

(woo! andyeah, I'm leaning more towards the heartfelt, cute romance, rather than a gritty life threatening setting in this one. might change assassin to queen's captain but either one would work just fine. Before I toss in a template, which character would you like to be and what pairing are you comfortable with, my usual go to m/m but I don't mid switching it up)

(Great! heres a template!)
Name:
Age
Sexual orientation
Personality
Appearance
Occupation
Likes
Dislikes
Other

Name: Ambrose Lehiegh
Age: 26
Sexual orientation: pansexual
Personality: Ambrose is a stickler for the rules, being the Captain of the Guard and all. He loves his job, genuinely believing he's doing right by protecting his people and his queen. He calm and collected, the very image of someone of his standing. He takes his job very seriously, to say the least. On the few days he's off, which are not many if he can help it, he takes his time to relax, enjoy the few hobbies he allowed himself to indulge in. He hasn't really had the time to explore much about himself outside of his duties as a soldier and guard.
Appearance: Ambrose stands around 6'2 ish and has a strong yet lean build, good for combat and swift movements. He has dark skin, tanned from years of training and working outside. His hair is jet black and wavy, neatly kept up to the nape of his neck. He has angualr features, handsome if he weren't so serious and stoic all the time. His eyes are a pale blue near grey depending on the lighting. if he's not in uniform, he's usually seen in more lax clothing, loose fitting tunics and loose pants.
Occupation: Captain of the Royal Guard to the Kingdom of Nira
Likes: His job, the night time, though it does pose more threats he has always found it peaceful. Listening to people speak, no matter the topic if its something of interest to them he could easily spend hours listening.
Dislikes: being rushed or making last minute decisions because he was rushed, violence despite what his job makes him do na deal with, Being talked down to.

(Here's my Guard!)

(so amny options! i just made up someone on the spot 😅)

(ooh what book? And I love him! I'll put up a starter after class.)

(Ah ok, cool still! here is a starter!)
"Might I remind you of your position once again, second?" Ambrose quirked an eyebrow at his fellow guard and friend. Though his tone was serious, a smile played at his lips when he caught sight of the breif mortified look in Lucious's eyes. "Captain, I mean no disrespect but I genuinely think it would do you some good. Take a vacation or at least a break longer than 24 hours." He argued, not daring to look Ambrose in the eyes. The Captain of the guard rolled his eyes as they waled down the halls of the castle. To any outsider this looked as casual as a morning stroll through the castle but any guard who was under Ambrose direction knew what was being done. A morning patrol. Bright and early before anyone from the royal family awoke. Ambrose had sent out multiple patrols that morning including his own to monitor the castle. He usually wasn't this nitpicky with stationing everyone person he could find on some sort of security patrol but today was special which only made his job harder. At least he had Lucious to keep him company though he was now contemplating how smart of a choice that really was. "I'm fine Luce, really. I don't need a break, as much as you and the others would love a day to wreak your havoc on my very organized operation." He gave his frined another pointed look before nodding to a maid quckly passing by.
"Its not that captain-"
"No?"
Lucious gave a glare, forgetting himself for a moment before straightening. "No, its not. And I'm genuinely offended Captain that you would think so lowly of your guards."
Ambrose rolled his eyes but let his second continue. "We're worried about you, Ro. All you do is work. You barely sleep. you never want to go out with us much and you stay cooped up in your apartment on the days you do eventually get off."
At the nickname Ambrose faltered ever so slightly, his teasing grin falling. As much as Ambrose wanted to deny his friend's concerns, he couldn't. It was a rare day when Lucious was wrong no matter how rediculous the situation. He sighed softly as they came to the end of the hall where it broke off into the cul de sac of bedrooms where the royal family slept. "I appreciate yours and the other's concerns, I genuinely do. But I've been doing this for years, Luce. I'm used to endless nights without sleep. If it helps, I'll try and take more breaks and maybe ask for another day off every now and again but there really is no reason to worry." He reassured, placing his hand on his second's shoulder and squeezing before turning and dismissing the guard at the queens door, prepared to start the day's activities.

"Today is the summer festival, is it not?" The queen asked groggily as maids bustled around, finding today's gown and catering to the queen. Ambrose stood in the corner as much out of the way as he could. "It is." he confirmed, trying his best to hide a laugh when the queen groaned and fell back into bed. Queen Ignesia Loraday, or as Ambrose fondly called her, Ness. They had grown up together, their families close since Ambrose's father was a guard as well, and Ness was preparing to become queen. what better way to train the future captain of the royal guard than to have him guard the future queen of the country. Besides, Ambrose was the only guard she could tolerate at the time. THe queen raised her arm and dismissed the everyone in the room, still burrying her face in the pillow. Ambrose relaxed slightly when everyone left and settled on the edge of the queen's bed. "oh come on, you can't still be sad winter's gone?" he questioned, his teasing smile only growing wider when Ness sat up and smacked his arm. "Yes of course I am! and you know exactly why." She pouted, but thankfully didn't lay back down. Instead, she carefully scooped up the bowl of warm broth, dramatically expecting it to be the last one she'd drink from here until next winter. "You can't tell me you won't miss the cold mornings, curled up in blankets or taking a crisp night stroll through the night markets looking for warmth in the laughter of people and the low glow of a candlelight." Ever since a child, Ness had a tendency to romantasize life, though most would just call her an optimist. Its why Ambrose had unofficially appoointed himself as a realist, though he really couldn't blame Ness for wanting a simpler, relaxed, romantic life. With all she had to deal with as queen, Ambrose understood the need for an escape. "It'll be winter before you know it. Before many of us truely want but regardless, you'll be happy." Ambrose stood and walked over to the shelves Ness had lining nearly every inch of wall space in her chambers and chose a few at random, ones he thought would cheer her up. He set his stash down at her bed and nodded towards them as she set her mug of tea down. "perhaps one of these will excite you fir the new season." he encouraged, only earning him a scathing glare. "Would it be so bad if I didn't go?" She asked, ignoring the books at her bed and heading to the shelves herself to retrieve one of her choosing. "Considering you are the queen, I don't think it'd look too good if you didn't show up. Besides, you always find something you rnjoy soon enough." he replied, tilting his head and standing when Ness gave him a book. His brows furrowed but he accepted the book anyways, recognizing the cover vaguely. "Did I not give you this as a present last year?" he asked, flipping through the well loved book and finding little notations. Ness nodded and settled on the bed again, taking a book from the pile and setting it by her bedside. "Its one of my favorites now. Lucious is right by the way. you need a break." Ambrose repressed a sigh. "I'm perfectly fine without one your highneds." Ness only shrugged. "Go enjoy yourself this morning, I'll be fine until tonight with the council." She looked up at Ambrose over the rim of her cup and it was all Ambrose could do not to gl;are back. He knew the look all too well. Refusing an order, no matter how close of friends they were would not look well from him. "for how long?" he asked. Ness shrugged, "as long as you need to get some good sleep, a good meal or two, and to enjoy life. so I's say 3 days at the most." SHe smiled knowingly and shooed Ambrose away. "Read the book and elt me know what you think when you get back."

(no worries, let me know if you'd skip a bit to them meeting or something if it makes it easier to work off of)

(Sorry for that wait! and cool!)
Ever so reluctantly, what he would consider against his will if Ambrose wanted to be overly dramatic, he took a break. By the end of the week, Ambrose was back in his appartment and "relaxing," or at least as close a he could when all he had known for the past few years was doing his job 24/7. For a while after pushing past his axiety and worry over if Lucious was alright taking over in his absence, he did manage to settle on the couch and read for a bit, intrigued by the book Ness had lent him. He wasn't all that big on romance, despite having always wanting a partner at some point in his life but his job kept him occupied enough for him to ignore the loniless he felt. Its partly why he was such a stickler for working all the time. He read for a bit, surprised to find that one of the characters was similar to himself in the way that they too were a guard. Intrigued, he read on, finding it enjoyable for the first half hour he decided he would stay inside. His attention span wasn't long when it came to hyperfixating on a single activity that didn't involve movement so eventually he grew restless and decided to head to the festival.
Experiencing the Summer Festival was very different when he wasn't on high alert or on guard duty. Granted that didn't stop Ambrose from being vigilant, he did feel a weird sense of freedom as he packed a bag and headed out of his apartment. Alongside the feeling of freedom, there was a sense of slight anxiety that something could happen, specifically on the day he chose to take off. But he tried to push past that, wanting to actually enjoy the day instead of worrying.
He tugged on a cloak as he waded past the sea of people also going to the festival, keeping his head low in case he was recognized. As much as he genuinely loved the kingdom, Ambrose knew there were always some people willing to take any chance they could get to make trouble. He kept his hood pulled low as he stopped by the vendor stalls admiring the good and even finding some interest in some items and the people selling them alike. He smiled and gave a friendly nod to a vendor before picking up a few trinkets and examining them.

(no worries at all, again let me know if this is okay, Im trying to get it a little easier to respond to but let me know if you have any ideas. But take your time, I don't mi d the wait!)

(it's all good, take your time! No don't feel bad, I really don't mind the wait. I'll try and get into the plot in a few posts

"I'm merely looking around today." For the past 10 or so minutes Ambrose had been walking around the larger tented vendors, selling clothing and handmaid furniture, and for those 10 minutes, he had been haggled by the same little old lady. Ambrose couldn't help but laugh a bit as the lady tried to show him a carved bird she had made herself from the old oak trees on the outskirts of the capital. "Perhaps a nice ornament for your abode, or present for the lady?" She nudged, picking up another trinket and showing him. "Surely your lady would love a gift from her lover, would she not?" At that Ambrose couldn't help but snort a laugh, the thought of calling any woman his lover was quite funny to him. But he did have a lady in mind who would be happy to receive a gift.
He sighed softly as he pulled out his pouch of coins from his belt and handed the lady a gold coin, winking when her eyes went wide. "I'll take both. Keep the change, madam." He said, watching as the old lady stood frozen for a moment before nodding and scurrying off to find wrapping to keep the ornaments safe. Ambrose took the opportunity of solace to wander around the shop more, appreciating the craftsmanship of the furniture and detail, truly impressed that such a small frail lady could make such beautiful work. Perhaps the wooden trinkets would be worth it after all. He knew at least one, the one shaped like a cardinal with a scarf around its neck would tickle Ness' fancy. She had a thing for morbidity and he was hoping the bird would remind her of one of her favorite Christmas songs. The other, an ornament of a twisting rose would be for himself he supposed. "I thank you kindly, sir, may you have a lovely day and do come again." The lady piped up as she came around the corner with bags in her hand. He smiled softly "You as well, madam. Thank you." He took the bags from her, slipping a silver into her, and turned without another word.
As kind as the lady was, and as fascinating the shop was, Ambrose didn't want to stick around long. He may be courteous but he knew the kingdom he protected wasn't always as it seemed. He unwrapped the ornaments and turned them over, finding exactly what he had expected. Sigils. So the old woman had been a witch, or at least dabbled in the craft. Ambrose let out a small sigh of relief, thankfully, neither the bird nor the rose seemed to be marked with malintent. On the other hand, if Ambrose was reading them correctly, they seemed to be for protection and good fortune. He carefully wrapped the ornaments back up and put them into the bag, looking up a second too late as he walked into someone else, also seemingly lost in thought. Ambrose ended up dropping both bags in his surprise and to catch the other person so they wouldn't fall.
"My apologies! I didn't see you." He steadied the other person, searching their face to make sure they weren't hurt or upset. "Are you alright?" He asked, slowly bending down to pick up his bags of ornaments.

He should have been more alert. He should have been more aware of his surroundings, even if he was technically off duty, he as a guard should always be vigilant. So when he ran into the other person, Ambrose was beyond mortified for bumping into this other person. "Are you sure?" He asked, a helpless smile of gratitude flitting across his features as he accepted the bags. "Thank you, and no, I'm fine. My pride may be ever so slightly shaken but I'll recover eventually." He joked, checking over the bird ornament to make sure they hadn't broken. While he wasn't overly superstitious, he didn't like the idea of one of the ornaments from the crone breaking, not wanting to risk anything bad happening.

"I understand, I'll admit I was more in my head than physically present. I have as much fault in this." Once he made sure the bird was safe, he checked on the rose, praying the more delicate stems and leaves were still intact. They were perfectly safe, much to his relief. Once satisfied, he straightened, cleared his throat lightly, and offered the rose ornament to the other, ever the gentleman and pleasing guard. "I hope you'll accept this small token of my apology and forgiveness." he proclaimed rather dramatically but Ambrose hoped his antics would lighten any tension.

"Were you heading tot he summer market?" he asked, not necessarily understanding why he decided to stay and chat with this person other than facination, but he took the rare chance to mingle with the citizens of the kingdom on a more familiar level than Captain of the Guard. As an off duty commoner, he had more of a chance to connect with people, something he desperately wanted, despite him constantly telling himself he was fine. Maybe Ness and Lucious were influencing him a bit too much.