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Not Rook saying Vil be happy for the melatonin coma 😂😂😭😭

*During VDC arc*

🔪: Who wants tacos?

🍎: Vil would literally peel us.

🔪: Well, Vil's upstairs in a melatonin induced coma since I blended like 4 gummies into his blueberry smoothie.

🍎:

🔪: So, who wants a taco?

🍎:

🍎: I do and you're my favorite person now.

☀️: Can I have a taco?

🐍: Kalim, I already made you one. Come eat.

♠️:

♠️: Are we gonna ignore Yuu saying she drugged Vil?

♥️: Yep

🎯: He'll be happy for the sleep.

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Session #25 (Bnha x twisted wonderland fic)

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A/N: this is my first time posting on here so please go easy on me

Info: mentions of kidnapping, vague mentions of twisted wonderland characters, bnha oc (female), therapy

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“Ah, welcome back Aizawa-chan. How are you today?”

“…”

“…we shall get started on where we last left off, Aizawa-chan.”

*rustle of papers in the background*

“From our last session with both of your fathers included, they had mentioned how your academics had severely improved compared to a year ago. If by chance… Did your kidnappers get a private tutor for you?”

“… three of them. Tutors I mean.”

“Three tutors, you say? Do you mind to elaborate on what they taught you?”

*soft ruffing against furniture*

*sighs* “you know… the basics of general education? Math…English… Science…History… P.E…”

“Could you perhaps describe each of the tutors? It could help with the investigation…”

“…the tutor who taught both English and History was a more older man… grayed hair slicked back. He always had his cat in his arms or on the table as he did the lessons…. Kinda like a grandfather if I could say… it was always nice to listen about his life stories…”

*soft scribbles against paper*

“The second tutor for science and math…he’s a year older than dad. He had his hair half-black and other one half-white and wore this fluffy soft fur coat everyday…. He was strict while teaching but he cared about safety when it came to science… he calls me pup most of the time…”

“It sounds like you were fond of this tutor… especially with the nickname for you.”

“… before you could write down such disgusting accusations, He was more of a dad than anything… he cared about my wellbeing and education… I accidentally called him papa once and it went from there…”

*the scribbling stops*

“… Aizawa-chan, you know you don’t have to protect these people right..? You went missing for a year… you have lots of people wanting to find them and to bring justice for you…”

“They didn’t do anything to me! If anything… they made me feel… accepted… I felt accepted by them more than anything.”

“They made you feel accepted..? How?”

“They just did. Even though they had magic quirks, they made me feel accepted… like I was one of them even though I was the odd one out…”

*silence*

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“Our time is nearly out… we seemed to have made a slight bigger progress in this session than any other of our sessions… before time is definitely out, your dad had mentioned, before the start of this one, you created this plush animal. A cat with blue flames coming out of the ears… he said you named it and carry it with you everywhere but I don’t see it on you…”

“… I didn’t want to bring him to these sessions…”

“Him?”

“Yes… I didn’t want to bring Grim here with me… the plush that is…”

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Session #25 (Bnha x twisted wonderland fic)

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A/N: this is my first time posting on here so please go easy on me

Info: mentions of kidnapping, vague mentions of twisted wonderland characters, bnha oc (female), therapy

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“Ah, welcome back Aizawa-chan. How are you today?”

“…”

“…we shall get started on where we last left off, Aizawa-chan.”

*rustle of papers in the background*

“From our last session with both of your fathers included, they had mentioned how your academics had severely improved compared to a year ago. If by chance… Did your kidnappers get a private tutor for you?”

“… three of them. Tutors I mean.”

“Three tutors, you say? Do you mind to elaborate on what they taught you?”

*soft ruffing against furniture*

*sighs* “you know… the basics of general education? Math…English… Science…History… P.E…”

“Could you perhaps describe each of the tutors? It could help with the investigation…”

“…the tutor who taught both English and History was a more older man… grayed hair slicked back. He always had his cat in his arms or on the table as he did the lessons…. Kinda like a grandfather if I could say… it was always nice to listen about his life stories…”

*soft scribbles against paper*

“The second tutor for science and math…he’s a year older than dad. He had his hair half-black and other one half-white and wore this fluffy soft fur coat everyday…. He was strict while teaching but he cared about safety when it came to science… he calls me pup most of the time…”

“It sounds like you were fond of this tutor… especially with the nickname for you.”

“… before you could write down such disgusting accusations, He was more of a dad than anything… he cared about my wellbeing and education… I accidentally called him papa once and it went from there…”

*the scribbling stops*

“… Aizawa-chan, you know you don’t have to protect these people right..? You went missing for a year… you have lots of people wanting to find them and to bring justice for you…”

“They didn’t do anything to me! If anything… they made me feel… accepted… I felt accepted by them more than anything.”

“They made you feel accepted..? How?”

“They just did. Even though they had magic quirks, they made me feel accepted… like I was one of them even though I was the odd one out…”

*silence*

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“Our time is nearly out… we seemed to have made a slight bigger progress in this session than any other of our sessions… before time is definitely out, your dad had mentioned, before the start of this one, you created this plush animal. A cat with blue flames coming out of the ears… he said you named it and carry it with you everywhere but I don’t see it on you…”

“… I didn’t want to bring him to these sessions…”

“Him?”

“Yes… I didn’t want to bring Grim here with me… the plush that is…”

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Sigh…the Thoughts won this time 🧎 I suppose this is what happen when you make a TWST OC specifically to ship with a certain character (*´∇｀*)

This is my TWST “Yuu” OC, Viktor ヾ(๑╹◡╹)ﾉ" He’s not even a student at NRC- he’s just a middle aged man that got hit by the black carriage by accident (someone else was the target) and works as a janitor the entire game lol. I’m working on an official introduction for him soon. I sort of introduced him a couple months back but I’ve fleshed out some details since then. Plus I want to use those pretty TWST OC templates \(//∇//)\

Viktor DOES want to go to the masquerade and actually loves and respects the NRC students a lot, but he demands proper compensation for it, as he should (● ˃̶͈̀ロ˂̶͈́)੭ꠥ⁾⁾

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MASTERLIST FOR "BRIAR'S SECRET" LILIA VANROUGE X READER FIC BY ME:

This was a really fun fic to write, plus given how in love with this man I am. I hope everyone enjoys this fic!!

NOTE: PLEASE DO NOT REPOST OR PLAGIARIZE.

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the recent resurgence in episode 6 talk has led me to reminiscing about Rook's absolutely buckwild backstory. man tries on a nice jacket exactly once and immediately re-evaluates his entire life.

(this has actually been sitting around for a few days because I keep second-guessing it, so uhhh sorry if it's weird! I can't tell anymore!)

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PLEASE JUST BE SR, MY WALLET WILL NOT RECOVER IF HE’S AN SSR

I SEE YOU I FUCKING SEE YOU WHAT THE FUCK PLEASE BE AN SR PLEASE JUST BE AN SR I'M BEGGING I'M HELLA BEGGING PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE I AM NOT MENTALLY PREPARED PLEASE FFS

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Ace: Sensei's day-off today, right?

Deuce: Yes. They're going to celebrate their mother's birthday.

Ace: So what are we going to do during their time?

Deuce: The usual, I guess?

Ace: I want to make that balloon castle again. Hey, Sebek! You in with the balloon castle?

Sebek: Yes! But I don't want your participation in it!

Ace: Haven't you moved on from last time?

Sebek: I was trapped because you popped it off!

Ace: *laughs*

Epel: *enters the room in a hurry* Guys! Sensei is on television right now!

Ace, Deuce, and Sebek: Eh?

Leona: How did they end up in a dating show?

Cater: Wait. I'll try asking people in the live chat.

Ruggie: But hey, Sensei's looking good with their get up.

Trey: *chuckles* Look at Sensei conversing with other contestants.

The host: I hope everyone's excited to meet our celebrity guest!

The contestants: *clapping*

The host: But before that! Let's have our contestants introduced themselves and hear the reason why they've joined this event.

Riddle, Azul, Vil, and Kalim: *have arrived*

Riddle: Is it starting already?

Trey: Contestants are introducing themselves.

Azul: I thought Sensei was supposed to celebrate their mother's birthday?

Kalim: Maybe their mom told them to?

Vil: *worried frown*

Trey: Is there something wrong, Vil?

Vil: No, nothing.

Cater: It's Sensei's time to introduce themselves now.

The host: Your name, please. Occupation and why did you participate.

MC: *smiles* My name's MC and I'm working as a professor in Night Raven College.

The host: Whoa! A professor in one of the prestigious schools!

*the audience clapping*

The host: How's teaching in Night Raven College?

MC: It's fun. *waves at the camera* I just saw one of my students' magicam username on the screen.

Cater: *laughs*

The host: So what's your reason for joining this dating show?

MC: I was shopping for a blender with my mom.

The host: ...Pardon? You were shopping for a blender?

Leona: What the hell?

Cater, Trey, and Ruggie: *laughs*

MC: *nods* Yes. And while we were busy shopping for a blender, a woman approached us. Ah, I think it was that camerawoman. *points*

The host: *baffled* Th-Then, is it okay for you to be here?

MC: It's not a problem. I'm curious what's the status of dating society today.

The host: ...

The host: One last question. Would you do your best to win here?

MC: Will you give me a blender as a prize? *smiling*

The host: ...Pft. Yes? *laughs* Thank you for your introduction, professor and now it's time to know our celebrity guest!

The host: It's none other than!

The host: Eric Venue!

Leona, Ruggie, Trey, Cater, Riddle, Kalim, and Azul: ... *all turned their heads at Vil*

Vil: ...

Vil: What?

Ace: Bruh... *starts laughing*

Sebek: What's funny, human?

Ace: Just imagine. If Sensei wins this?

Sebek: ...

Epel: They will have to date Vil's dad.

Jack: It's just a one-time thing, right?

Ace: Yep.

Jack: Eh. I'll just go and do my usual routine. Don't want to be lectured by sensei.

Ace: Stay, Jack! We should watch and see how Sensei will win this!

Sebek: Ha! This is nothing for Sensei!

Epel: *chuckles* Yeah.

MC: *just having a blast and is having fun*

The host: Now for our finale! Contestants! You'll have to convince Mr. Venue that you are deserving for him!

*The other contestants start giving out reasons*

Vil's dad: *listening to them and just smiling*

The host: Professor? Now it's your turn.

MC: Thanks. So, Mr. Venue, do you have a child?

Vil's dad: Yes. I have a son.

MC: Okay. So, are you looking for a co-parent? *smiles playfully at him*

Vil's dad: ...

Vil's dad: *laughs*

The host: ... Is that all, professor?

MC: Yes.

Leona: That's one of the most straightforward questions I've heard.

Vil: They're going to win this thing.

Cater: Yep. And look at all the single-parents simping.

Trey: Just now, did you hear the headmage squealing?

Azul: He was too loud for him not to be heard.

Ruggie: Hey, Kalim. Is your phone alright?

Riddle: It has been ringing nonstop.

Kalim: Just my notifications. My single aunts messaging me, asking for Sensei's contact.

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CHARACTERS : Riddle Rosehearts

FANDOM : Twisted Wonderland

FORMAT : Scenario

GENDER OF READER : Gender Neutral but reader is called the "King Of Hearts"

GENRE : Fluff all the way

WARNINGS : You might die because of how cute this is lol

SUMMARY : All of the rules of the Queen Of Hearts are more quirky than the other, yet some of them bring butterflies in the stomach of everyone.

AUTHOR’S NOTE : By the request of our dear @yevenly !

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The Queen of Hearts has always been a strict one with her multitude of rules. Her spirit was unshakable when it came to them, always one must follow them if they wish to not be beheaded. Should they ever break one, they would meet the wrath of the housewarden of Heartslabyul.

Some of them were normal, as normal as the rules of the Queen can be. To quote some, there's rule number 023 : “One must never bring a cat to a formal affair.” Which can be understood as those animals tend to be little demons sometimes, and perhaps, their arrival would only be the cause of a lapse in concentration.

However, in those 810 rules, there are some peculiar cases. To quote one, there’s rule number 186 : “Never eat a hamburger on Tuesday.” Maybe the Queen of Hearts saw something happen when someone ate a hamburger a Tuesday ? Who knows…

The rules of the Queen of Hearts have always been the center of the attention of every Heartslabyul student. Mostly because they had to know all of them to not get beheaded when walking into the dorm.

Some of them of course saw the rules as something completely useless and foolish. Yet, none of them dared to speak those thoughts next to the housewarden, as he saw the rules as something one should respect and follow without any suspicions.

If anyone dared to refuse this simple task, they would be met with the housewarden’s wrath, and Riddle wasn’t easily forgiving.

After all, the young master was and still is a strict person. Both towards himself and others, his commitment to the hundreds of rules the Queen made is not to be doubted as he will, until he is not the housewarden anymore, maintain order and make every single one of them be followed correctly.

He made no exception, even with his lover.

As much as he loved them, their kind words that only he could hear when the moon illuminated his bedroom and their gentle gestures as they showered him with kisses and embraced him throughout the night every time they could.

No matter how much he lost his ways around them and dropped his strict persona for someone more vulnerable and kind, he still wishes for them to follow the rules of the dorm.

However, he was ready to make some compromises. Those different ways of dealing with the fact that they broke a rule could vary from asking them to help Trey to bake some tarts to making them learn their lessons, whether they wanted it or not. Other students could clearly see the difference, as their tasks were mostly to take care of the hedgehogs instead of no hugging for a day.

Yet, they couldn’t stop themselves from fawning over how adorable the couple was, but some of them wondered if there weren't some rules about relationships. Of course there were some, the Queen of Hearts worked on making rules all her life, she wouldn’t neglect making rules about something as important as love, right ?

That was how a certain book was discovered.

For a long time, there were no rules about how one should react in a relationship. After all, the rules were mostly about how living in the dorm should go and not about other aspects of one’s life.

One day, Riddle and his lover had wondered if there weren't some more rules. Which caused the red haired housewarden to only chuckle, if there were more rules he would have known it already. There was no need to try to know if other rules existed, since they didn’t. But oh, dear Riddle Rosehearts, they did exist !

During a general cleaning of the dorm, a student, more precisely Ace Trappola, called the housewarden to come with his lover. The called couple was sensing that he was up to no good, yet they still complied with his request and indeed decided to come and meet him. Only to be faced with the first years holding a suspicious piece of paper in his hand. He claimed that he saw it but didn’t read it, only seeing that it was a proclaimed “special rule”.

Upon opening the previously closed piece of paper, the two lovers were met with an unbelievably official rule created by the Queen of Hearts herself ! On the paper was annotated the fact that her lover, the King of Hearts, kept interrupting her when she tried to do something for a whole day and that she would create a special rule only between the two of them.

The rule was numbered the “Special Rule number 811”, the rule said : “Whenever the King of Hearts desires the love of the Queen, one must tug on her sleeves.”

If it wasn’t for it to be an official document written by the Queen of Hearts herself, Riddle would have already forced Ace to run five times around the campus. Yet, he could only let out a shaky breath as he thanked him for bringing him an official paper of the Queen. When the first year tried to know what it was about, Riddle’s lover lied and told him that it was only containing already existing rules that were made official yet were written as special because they were new at that time.

If it wasn’t for that lie, Riddle and his lover knew they would have been damned.

At first, they did not know what to do with that rule. It has been written by the Queen of Hearts and as such, should be followed by the couple, yet at the same time it wasn’t an official one, and ignoring it wouldn’t cause any harm as it was only known by the two of them. After a very big conversation between the two of them to decide about what to do, they came to the agreement that they wouldn’t follow that rule. After all, it isn’t an official one and doing it must not be a necessity as they were capable of communicating if they wished affection.

However, it didn’t go as planned. They were able to ignore it for one whole week before a busy day came. Everyone was walking back and forth and asking questions to Riddle who was occupied the whole day. As much as him and his lover were independent, they still weren’t that happy about being ignored by Riddle the whole day.

They didn’t even exchange a kiss once, even just a little peck. Hell, they even barely talked to one another today. They were very patient, but everyone has its patience wearing thin after waiting too long, and in a desperate attempt to be at least acknowledged once today by the housewarden, they threw away their pride and took his sleeve between their fingers. The material was soft as they tugged on it carefully, scared to rip it because of how fragile it seemed.

The gesture, fortunately, caught Riddle’s attention as he turned around towards them. They didn’t let go of his sleeve and used their other hand to hold his gloved one, telling him that he ignored them all day. He, of course, felt bad, and before walking away, he kissed their forehead after bringing them closer to him by the waist with his free hand.

The gesture made their cheeks go warm quickly and their head to spin. The kiss was so warm and sweet that they could still feel it and they instinctively touched their forehead with their hand and watched it, even if it was empty, with a dumb smile and a lovesick expression on their face. Deuce had to slap the back of Ace’s head to stop him from ruining the mood with a fake gagging sound.

As time passed, this little gesture became a habit and replaced the usual words that the lover of the red haired could say. No, instead they would take his sleeve and tug on it slightly. At first, Riddle didn’t even acknowledge it, just being happy to see his lover and interact with them. As for his dearest, they are just happy to be with Riddle too ! Yet, one night while they were cuddling, instead of asking for him to look at them they grabbed his sleeve and tugged on it again.

Then, realization hit the two of them.

Riddle’s face became more red than his hair as he was getting more and more flustered, while his lover’s face became hotter than a volcano, they were still holding his sleeve though. The two of them realized that night that they have been following the special rule made by the Queen of Hearts for her King of Hearts subconsciously, making the two of them a flustered babbling mess who looked at each other.

The Queen of Hearts made a lot of rules, each one of them stranger than the other. Yet, this rule, even as a strange one, made their heart beating faster and their hands covered in sweat.

It also made them smile and fall in love with each other all over again.

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Valentine's Day Special: Let Them Fight

GN!Reader x Malleus Draconia vs. Azul Ashengrotto vs. Vil Schoenheit Word Count: 5.3k

Summary: Who knew that in a world of magic, and mayhem, and outright villainy, that it'd be something as stupid as Valentine's Day that would push these idiots over the edge. Or, Malleus, Azul, and Vil go to war over some chocolates

A/N: This MC/Plot takes place in the Heroes vs Villains universe -- specifically Post-Staff's route, rather than any of our other lovely idiot husbands.

There was always some sort of strange overlap of customs from your world to this one. Halloween seemed to have survived more or less intact (even if it was a bit more, uh, extreme than the subtle evening of giving out treats and dressing as ghosts that you remembered). Winter Holidays were still very much a Thing, even if all other connotations had been stripped from them. Moreover, it was like someone had taken your familiar Earthen calendar and just sort of… mirrored it. Distorted it a bit. Just a lil’ bit more chaos than would have been socially acceptable back home.

So when you made a sly little joke about stocking up on discount chocolates after the Valentine’s Day rush and no one laughed—not even a little chortle, or an irritable eyeroll—you initially thought it was maybe to do with the irrationality of Sam’s Shop ever having a sale to begin with. You had not assumed that, you know, there was no Valentine’s Day at all.

“It’s an important holiday, then? Where you’re from?” Azul mused, busy scribbling endless, chicken scratch, notes in the margins of some form that was probably very important.

“I mean, not really,” you frowned, tossing your Mostro-Branded apron onto its hook. “Maybe. Yes? I don’t really know, actually.”

He hummed and moved to push his glasses back up the bridge of his nose. “Well, whatever it is, I’m always looking for new events to host at the Lounge. What exactly is it?”

“It’s a sort of special day for couples. Romance. Lovey-dovey nonsense,” you shrugged, and watched Azul’s finger slip off the slick metal frame of his glasses and nearly take his eye out. You waved off his obvious disgust with a dramatic sigh (I mean, why else would he be so stiff and red?). “Yeah, yeah. I know. It’s ridiculous.”

“I—I never said that!” he spluttered, and then paused to cough into his fist and clear his throat. “It just—I just wasn’t expecting something like that to…”

“Exist?”

He grinned, wry. His cheeks were still a bit too pink. “Precisely.”

“You would have loved my world,” you said. “Very capitalistic. Lots of cash-grab holidays like that.”

Azul laughed.

“I’m sure I would be fond of any place you came from.” He paused, and his expression puckered up a bit miserably—like he really hadn’t intended to express such a sentiment aloud. But he managed to smooth the sharp line of his frown back into that usual, smarmy, smirk of his easily enough. “But either way! Tell me more!” he grinned, reaching forward to grab a stack of blank paper and a fresh pen. “I’d love to hear all about it.”

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The next day you were supposed to help the Drama Club start building some stage scenery for their newest play. It was proper grunt work, which was perhaps the only sort of work you were actually qualified for. And Vil always made sure that there were plenty of disgustingly healthy but still quite tasty snacks available for the help to munch on. The food spread alone would have been worth the trip, but on top of that, Vil had made you promise. Practically a blood oath, binding you and your meager free time to the shitty supply closet in the corner of the Auditorium. And as sour as he could be sometimes, you really could never say no to him when he always looked so heart meltingly fond whenever you did agree to while away the hours at his side. That lovely face and even lovelier smile of his were fucking lethal. A war crime, surely, to use it against someone as plain and susceptible to bribery as you were.

But today you were now an idiot on a mission—an idiot determined to spread the joy of a trashy holiday that really probably shouldn’t exist in the first place, let alone in a world where people worshipped storybook villains as veritable deities. And you’d already bought all the molds, and the trays, and you really didn’t have a lot of spare pocket money to begin with, so letting this investment go to waste would not only be a shame, but a terrible business investment.

“What do you mean you’re not coming,” Vil sneered, glaring down his perfectly straight nose at you.

“I really am sorry,” you said, mostly genuine. “But I have something I need to do this afternoon.”

“You’ve made other plans?” he frowned, something a little too unsettled to fit with his usual regality twisting across his expression.

“I have to get ready for Valentine’s Day,” you explained, and his brow tugged down further. Though that earlier twinge of panic seemed to have vanished at least. You pointedly shook your grocery bag full of goodies. “I’m going to make chocolates for everyone.”

“Chocolates?” Vil echoed, confused.

You nodded. “It’s a tradition back home. You give stuff like candy and flowers to the people you care about. Normally it’s a holiday for couples, or whatever. But. Well…”

The ‘I Am Fully Aware That I’m Single as a Pringle, Please Just Let Me Have This One Thing’ was left unsaid, but it hung in the air around your head like a very persistent storm cloud nonetheless. Vil, magnanimously, seemed perfectly happy to ignore the Woe Is Me implications spewing from your mouth. Instead, he leaned forward until he was dipping precariously close into your personal space. His amethyst eyes had lit with blatant interest at your ramblings, and he hummed low in his throat.

“Is that so?” he mused, gaze lidded and warm. “That sounds… intriguing.”

You nodded past the heady scent of his cologne fogging your head. What was it with attractive people, huh? It was so unfair. You don’t get to look and smell good. Pick a lane. Save some dignity for the rest of us.

“So, I promise I’ll help another day. I just have a feeling making chocolates is going to wind up being a lot harder than I think it will.”

Because that’s how it always went in your stupid slice-of-life shows. The poor, harried, protagonist thinking they’re doing a good deed—painstakingly constructing their own, special, homemade goodies for all their important people. Making them with love. And then having it all blow up in their face like a goddamn, cocoa flavored, nuke. Nope. Not you, motherfucker. Your chocolates were going to be divine. You were going to take every, tropey, precaution in the book. And that of course included allotting yourself ample time to make mistakes your masterpiece.

“Of course,” Vil grinned. “How could I possibly begrudge you for wanting to spend your time on something so heartfelt?”

“Thank you,” you blurted, relived. Because at least he got it. Azul had been so ridiculously insistent that you should prepare all your Valentine’s Day wishes as a team. Which was not the point. He’d spent hours last night trying to wheedle his way into your plans—with endless platitudes about ‘business partners always being there for each other,’ and ‘how would he know if he was celebrating to your standards if he wasn’t given a model to work off of first?’ Utter bullshit. He’d probably just wanted free labor.

“Tomorrow, then?” Vil beamed and you nodded.

“Tomorrow,” you confirmed.

“Well, then,” he hummed. “I better get to work as well. I suppose the scenery can wait.”

You nodded in farewell and began the trek back to Ramshackle and its marginally functional kitchens. You hadn’t realized Vil was taking on any new projects, but if it was enough to have him putting off the Club’s activities as well then it must have been pretty important. Maybe he’d get you tickets to it whenever he finished—whatever it was. If there were tickets? How did any of the things he did actually work? Hell if you knew.

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Making chocolates was, in fact, a laughably easy endeavor. And you found yourself cursing every goddamn Shoujo Bullshit Manga under the sun for leading you to think otherwise. The hardest part of the entire thing was fighting off Grim and his wandering paws.

You made up some basic truffles which were, again, stupidly simple. Just some messily chopped chocolate, cream, and a little splash of vanilla to make it Special. Once those were shaped into messy blobs, you dipped them into some more melted chocolate and bam. That was it. That was literally it. You felt like a genius—sitting there mushing up balls of cocoa like high-end playdough.

By 6PM, you had all your little darlings tucked into the refrigerator to harden, all the gauzy, red, boxes lined up on your counter and ready to be filled, and Grim had been placated with an offering of all your dirty mixing bowls. The tiny, demonic, beast was passed out at the dingy kitchen table—one of said bowls wedged onto his head like an astronaut’s helmet. Hopefully it was just a food coma and not, like, an actual coma-coma. Real cats couldn’t eat chocolate, but Grim never really seemed real at all. So hopefully he’d be fine.

You wiped down your cooking space once, twice. Paced up and down the narrow hallway until you were wearing away the already threadbare rugs, and spent way too long just standing in front of the fridge—staring in on your chocolates like a psychotic kidnapper scoping out their next victims.

Eventually you realized that you maybe needed to do something with your evening that wasn’t just creeping on your confections, and set out into the frosty, night, air for a stroll.

Which is, of course, where you ran into your familiar, horned, friend—staring up into the starry sky in a wistful manner that darkened his pale complexion into something nearly ominous. He always looked a bit like that, like something unearthly and detached from the rest of the world.

“Tsunotarou!” you chirped happily, and that adrift-at-sea expression of his melted right off his face.

“Child of Man,” he greeted, inclining his head politely. “I wasn’t expecting to see you this evening.” His brow furrowed, almost confused. “Is it not too cold for you?”

Your breath was, in fact, fogging in front of your face. And you couldn’t really feel your toes anymore. But the electric anticipation of tomorrow was keeping you warm enough. Even if only in spirit.

“I’m fine, I’m fine,” you waved him off. And then, because you couldn’t help yourself, you leaned forward on your tippytoes and blurted out, “Happy Almost Valentine’s Day!”

“Valentine’s Day?” Malleus repeated back at you, looking like you’d just handed him an unsolvable differential equation.

“It’s a holiday from back home,” you explained for the umpteenth time that day. “And normally I’m not too fussed about it, but this year I’m really excited to give everyone their chocolates!” You grinned. “And you too, of course. I have to make sure I give them to all my important people.”

The furrow between his brows vanished, but the blatant, gaping, confusion remained. He looked like you’d nearly startled him into an early grave.

“I am one of your most important people?” he asked, slow as a tortoise making its way up an incline.

You nodded cheerfully, still bellied by your earlier culinary successes and excellent mood. “Of course you are! We’re friends, aren’t we? And besides. Valentine’s Day is for showing people how much you care about them.”

“What an interesting concept,” he mused, bringing a finger up to tap at his chin. “To think your world had such a heartfelt tradition—it’s quite a lovely surprise.”

You laughed. “If you think the chocolates are special, you should see what some couples do for each other. Rooms full of flowers, fancy date nights—I’m just managing the bare minimum.”

“Couples?” he echoed, and you felt the first teeny, hot, thread of chagrin work its way past your enthusiasm.

“Well, normally Valentine’s Day focuses on, like, romantic things,” you said, averting your gaze just in time to miss the tension lance through his shoulders. “But it can be for all sorts of affection!” you hastily added.

“Is that so…” the Prince hummed. He lifted his pensive gaze once more and stared you down with that weighted intensity that you’d only just recently learned how not to buckle beneath. “And you wish to celebrate this day. With me?”

“…you don’t mind, do you?” you asked, hesitant.

“Of course not, Child of Man,” he beamed, his lips curling up into a smile that put all his too-sharp teeth on display. “But you’ll have to excuse me now, I’m afraid. It seems I have some preparations to undertake this evening.”

“Oh,” you blinked. “Alright. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

“Yes,” Malleus said. “You will.”

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It was officially Valentine’s Day, and you were ready to begin your mission of forcing your sweets onto every, single, one of your reluctant friends. Let them be pissy and tsundere. You weren’t afraid to weep and proclaim your undying, shounen-talk-no-jutsu, levels of friendship. Okay. Maybe you were a little. But these grouchy bastards had very easily become your grouchy bastards, and so help you God, they would suffer under your affection and they would like it.

There were plenty of small boxes—all nice, neat, corners with little bows perched on top. But you had also prepared a singular, larger, tray. It was cleaner cut than the rest, with bold, contrasting, colors and a simple elegance. You stared it down with a strange sort of disquiet brewing in your gut. Maybe you were being presumptuous. Goodness knows you’d more than dealt with the searing, emotionally destructive, consequences of that before. But all the same…

You squared your shoulders and spent a moment convincing yourself that your spine was quite sturdy—a proper, titanium, support system—and then popped the Big Box into the bag with the others.

Your first stop was Heartslabyul, and you burst through the ornate, crimson, doors like a manic home invader.

“I come bearing gifts,” you proclaimed, merrily doling out the boxes to your favorite idiot duo. You set three more aside, with little labels for Riddle, Trey, and Cater respectively. Normally you wouldn’t trust a dorm full of teenage boys not to devour any scrap of unattended food in sight, but Riddle had long since struck the fear of God into these poor lads. So you figured it’d be safe.

Deuce’s face lit up and he accepted the chocolate with near starry-eyed enthusiasm.

“Are these your holiday presents? Like the Santa Claus?” he asked, looking very much like a bouncy golden retriever preparing itself for congratulatory head pats.

You leaned forward with an indulgent huff to give him his pats. “No. But close enough.”

You pawned off three boxes on Ruggie when he tried to duck past you in the hallway—one for him, one for Leona, and one extra as payment for making him do your dirty work of playing delivery boy to Mister Grump in the first place. You slipped Jack his on the way into Trein’s morning lecture, and managed to press a box into Jamil’s hands before he slunk off to the library. Kalim cheered so loudly when you handed him one that your ears started to ring.

And then trouble arrived in the form of two, slippery, eels draping themselves across your shoulders. Normally the destructive duo seemed to act on their own prerogative, but on this fortuitous morning their Lord and Master was surprisingly not too far behind.

“Shrimpy!~” Floyd trilled, dragging you into a one-armed hug that was really more of a slightly-less-aggressive headlock than anything else. “Azul says you came up with this stupid holiday! And he made us work all day yesterdayto put together stuff for the Lounge! It’s not fair!”

Your legs shook under the weight of the new tumor that had made its home on your back.

“Now, Floyd,” Jade chirped. All finely manicured cruelty. “If you’re to blame anyone for going overboard with this entire situation, you ought to lay the fault on our fearless leader.” His bi-colored eyes flashed, amused. “Isn’t that right, Azul?”

Said ‘fearless leader’ looked like he was sucking on a lemon. He glared bitterly at his subordinate, seeming to share an entire, silent, argument with him, before turning back on you with a heavy sigh and the barest hint of angry flush in his cheeks.

“Prefect,” he grinned past his obvious discomfort, all sparkling, white, teeth. “I have to thank you for sharing so much information about this ‘Valentine’s Day’ of yours. It’s such a unique event, and it seems like our preparations at the Lounge are already being received incredibly well.”

“That’s good,” you nodded, trying and failing to shrug the Leech off your shoulders. “I’m glad I could help.”

Azul hummed under his breath, his eyes darting away for a moment. His glasses reflected the muted light of the hall in an odd way—making it difficult to read his expression. He cleared his throat and when he looked back up at you, the tips of his ears had gone pink.

“You’re more than welcome to come by, of course,” he beamed, suave as could be.

“I mean,” you blinked. “I would hope so. I work there.”

Floyd let out a bark of laughter and Jade snickered into his glove. The pleasant pink tinting Azul’s skin was heating to a near sunburned red. He looked down and coughed into his fist.

“Yes…” he mumbled. “I—I’m aware. But what I meant is… What I meant—” He frowned. It was a tight, pouty, little thing that scrunched up his entire face. That mottled red had spread to the bridge of his nose.

“I do believe what Azul is trying to say,” Jade stepped in, clearly taking some sort of pity on his tongue-tied friend. Or perhaps pity was the wrong word for it, seeing how smug he looked, “is that he would like to invite you to the event personally. As an honored guest, not an employee.”

“Oh,” you blinked, startled. Then hesitated, cautious on instinct. There was always some sort of catch to the Octomer’s kindness. “I don’t know if I could afford whatever fancy thing you’ve thrown together.”

“You wouldn’t be paying for it,” Azul assured you, some of that sickly flush having finally started to recede from his cheeks. You hoped he was feeling alright. “You’ve contributed more than enough for the day. It would be on the house.”

Jade loudly cleared his throat and Azul huffed, eyes sliding away yet again.

“I would be paying,” he finally mumbled. And then, even quieter, “As I believe is the custom.”

Just as you were about to thank him for his startling bought of generosity (and also ask after his health, because between the weird, pink, tinge to his skin and the aforementioned generosity, clearly somethingwas out of sorts with him), you noticed a sneaky hand working its way into your bag of goodies, and you immediately were on the defensive.

“Hey!” you snapped, spinning out of Floyd’s stranglehold. “You only get one!”

“Then I want the really big one!” he demanded, making grabby motions at it.

“No!” you squeaked, and clutched it protectively to your chest. The trio looked at you with varying degrees of surprise and you cleared your throat awkwardly. “This one—This one is special.”

“Oh?” Jade cooed, eyes flickering back towards Azul, who seemed determined to look absolutely anywhere else. “Is it now?”

“Awww,” Floyd whined. “That’s no fair! Who’s it for, anyways?!”

You gripped the box tighter and now it was your turn to stiffly avert your eyes down to the ugly carpet. “It’s not—I’m not—” you cleared your throat and forced the jitter from your voice. “I’m not ready to give it to him yet.”

The silence that followed was absolutely the worst thing you’d experienced in a long, long, time. Overblots and all. You could practically hear your blood pounding in your ears. You were just about to turn and beat a hasty retreat when a familiar, snappish, voice called your name from the other side of the corridor.

“There you are, potato,” Vil huffed, coming to stand at your side and bodily inserting himself between you and your tormentors. He met Azul’s petulant sneer with a frankly terrifying one of his own. “What are you doing here? I thought we agreed you’d be eating lunch with me today.”

You remembered no such thing, but if it got you out of this verbal minefield of a conversation, you were more than willing to take the claim at face value.

“Apologies,” Azul cut in with all his usual, mafioso, flair. “But the Prefect will be taking their afternoon meal at the Mostro Lounge today.”

“Is that so?” Vil hummed, sounding positively venomous.

“Unless you think you can make an offer good enough to sway them otherwise,” Azul chirped, equally as unpleasant.

Vil laughed—cold and sharp as crystal. It was the most elegant display of blatant irritation you’d ever seen.

“Of course you’d only consider this entire situation on a transactional basis,” he drawled, entirely unimpressed. Azul flinched and his expression screwed up into something near petulant. “I would expect no less. Are you planning to lock them into a contact too, hmm? Sign away everything in formal, sterile, terms?” Vil crossed his arms, and you were reminded sharply once more how very, very lucky you were to not be on his bad side (even if you hadn’t realized before all this that Azul apparently was on said bad side. You had no idea they disliked each other so terribly). “I really hadn’t expected you to have a single, romantic, bone in your body, and yet somehow I’m still disappointed to be proved so entirely correct.”

Azul looked ready to explode, and even though Jade and Floyd and melted back into the shadows at the start of this entire encounter, the pair of them were starting to look a bit murderous too—like sharks lazily circling the dark, ocean, depths.  

“Don’t you think you deserve better?” Vil asserted, turning back to face you with a soft cant of the head. You blinked back in shock.

“Uh,” you gaped, absolutely fucking lost.

And then, like a beacon of unrivaled, black-drenched, hope, you spotted Malleus making his way down the hallway. He was flanked by his trio of housemates-cum-pseudo-bodyguards. Normally you tried to leave him alone when his rabid, green-haired, guard dog was yipping at his heels, and on top of that, the idea of using your classmates’ ingrained fear of the Fae Prince to your own advantage upset your rather staunch sensibilities. But this was an emergency.

“Tsunotarou!” you called, and it absolutely sounded like the cry for help it was.

He perked up immediately and you watched him nearly crash to a standstill. And then his sharp, neon, gaze locked on the dueling Housewardens circling you like a pair of snapping wolves, and his merry expression shuttered into something positively glacial. Which was—Fuck. I mean. Come on. What the fuck was going on today—

“Child of Man,” he droned, crossing the short distance with all the grace of the near-mythical, arcane, master that he was. His posture was more collected and regal than you’d ever seen it, and he loomed all the taller for it.

Azul and Vil had gone tense at your side, one certainly more so than other. The Octomer looked incredibly unsettled at Malleus’s sudden arrival, but Vil just looked angrier. It was the sort of unpleasantness that bloomed whenever someone challenged him or his competencies over and over—inevitably pushing the normally composed beauty into an indignant rage.

“Happy Day of Valentine’s,” Malleus continued, slotting himself firmly into the veritable territory dispute going down. “Are you quite alright?”

No, you wanted to wail. No! I’m so confused! I have no idea what’s going on! I just wanted to give my friends chocolates!

But you never managed to get those words or any others past your lips, because Sebek Zigvolt shot to his master’s side with all the speed of the lightning for which he was so named, and immediately began to scream.

“HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT THE YOUNG MASTER’S AFTERNOON ROUTINE!” he shrieked at the top of his very impressive lungs.

You weren’t sure if he was howling at you (very likely) or just anyone who wasn’t Malleus, but Jade took the opportunity to slink forward from the shadows with a sharp tut-tut.

“Perhaps none of you deserve the Prefect’s special attentions,” he piped in, sounding very much like someone intentionally throwing a cannister of gasoline onto an already roaring fire. “Or any chocolates at all—let alone the ones set aside for someone special.”

At this, silence once more rang through the corridor and you wanted to throttle that stupid eel.

“There is a special box?” Malleus asked first, brow shooting up as his expression tugged with… something.

“I—I mean, I made all of yours special!” you defended, holding the wrapped treasure tightly to your chest. “But… I guess. Yes. There’s one that’s a little bigger than the others.”

At this, all three Housewardens exchanged pointed looks.

Jade smiled serenely once more, and then continued his absolute massacre upon your person.

“Yes, indeed,” he nodded. “And our dearest Prefect only just mentioned that—hmm. How did you word it? Ah. That’s right. ‘I’m not ready to give it to him yet.’”

The trio tensed. All looking absolutely ready to pounce. At—at what, you had no idea.

“Perhaps,” the wretch mused, “it would be best for you all to temper your rage until the victor is decided, hmm?” He paused to tap at his chin for a moment, and then his lips split into a mean, jagged, grin. “Afterwards? Well, I suppose that whole cheery sentiment about ‘love and war’ still holds true.”

You gulped, feeling startlingly like Jade had just tried to serve you up on a silver platter.

But when neither Azul, Vil, or Malleus made any further moves to murder each other… well. As sacrificial as it all felt, at least it must have worked.

The rest of the day passed in a tense sort of fugue. You certainly hadn’t expected your attempts at bringing some holiday cheer to Night Raven to go so… Uh…

But either way, you managed to survive through the rest of the afternoon, and before you knew it, all that remained of all your tireless efforts and good will was the Special Box. The big one. The one that you’d put together with extra care and hopes for better things. You glared down at it for a moment, feeling sweat starting to bead over your palms. But you couldn’t chicken out now. Not after you’d come so far! Everyone was acting so strange, and it was all so weird. And as much as that unfamiliarity had your teeth on edge and your hackles raised, you didn’t want to regret not giving out the last of your well-made sweets.

Well, here goes nothing, you frowned. You took a deep breath, willed yourself to be brave, and smiled your biggest smile.

“Here,” you beamed, more than a little shy and still a bit horrified by whatever pissing match had been going down earlier in the day, and finally offered the grandest of your chocolate boxes to the man standing opposite you.

Divus Crewel accepted your offering daintily, plucking at the crisp, sharp, wrapping with his crimson gloves. He arched one of his thin brows at you and you fought the nervous heat rising in your cheeks.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you blurted. “I know it’s not a thing here, but I thought it’d be nice.”

The second eyebrow joined the first—practically jumping all the way up into his fringe.

“I appreciate the gesture. Though from what I understand of all the garish advertising I’ve seen for Mostro Lounge’s new event, I assumed this was a holiday for romantic overtures,” he intoned, wry.

You spluttered and waved your hands furiously. “I mean! Normally! Yes! But also…” You trailed off, fighting the urge to fidget. “If you don’t have a—a, well, someone, then Valentine’s is just a nice excuse to give something to people you care about.” You averted your gaze and lost the battle to twist your fingers into your jacket sleeves. “My family used to give me chocolates every year. So. I thought I could… Well…” you trailed off on a grumble, embarrassed.

Crewel sighed and popped the lid off the box. He plucked two truffles from their casing—keeping one for himself and handing you the other.

“Well, then. A very happy Valentine’s to you, Prefect,” he droned and popped the chocolate into his mouth with a thoughtful hum.

You lit up like a Christmas tree and happily gobbled up your own treat. So distracted were you by the one-two-punch combo of the delicious sugar and even sweeter taste of your Professor’s approval that you almost entirely missed the pointed glare he shot over your shoulder.

“I appreciate your regard,” he said, loud. Sharp. And like he wasn’t talking to you at all. “And while I’m certain that if you do pick a ‘someone’ for yourself to celebrate with in the following years, they’ll have to work very hard to be worthy of such a gift, hmm?” His lip curled unpleasantly, in direct contrast to the indulgent warmth that had been tugging at his expression only a moment before. “I could hardly allow you to waste such a thoughtful gesture on someone unworthy.”

The Octavinelle Housewarden had the decency to look at least a little panicked—his face going pale and gaunt from where he was shrinking into his high collar. There was a frantic look about him, like he was trying to weigh the cost-benefit ratio of going up against his professor in his head, and realizing that he was stupidly, willfully, walking right into a lose-lose situation. And that, sadly—miserably—he was going to keep doing just that. The other two, however, looked entirely undeterred. Schoenheit curled his lip right back at him, more than ready to duke it out here and now, and Crewel fought the urge to remind the blonde that he was the adult in this situation, thank you very much. The adult who could very well revoke the Warden’s access to his Alchemy Labs as it suited him. The very alchemy labs that he knew Vil had been using to concoct all kinds of new, personalized, gifts for you. Draconia simply looked on with that unnervingly ancient, green, leer of his. Like he was staring down a particularly fascinating game. The Fae Prince was the most unsettling of the trio, if only because that while Crewel was more than confident enough in his abilities to subdue his other wayward students, fighting off an Immortal, All Powerful, Dragon was going to require at least a little bit of prep work.

Divus Crewel sighed, and it rattled all the way out from the marrow of his bones.

“Come, then,” he rumbled, directing you to follow him back into his office. “It’s not chocolates, but I probably have some of those ridiculous cookies of yours lying around somewhere.” Which he did. Boxes upon boxes of them. Tucked away special for whenever you came to visit. Not that he’d ever willingly admit that, even under the pain of death.

Your eyes went wide and warm as you positively beamed.

It was rotten work, certainly. He shot one, last, warning glare down the hall at the trio of infatuated interlopers as he firmly shut his office door behind you and your absolute oblivious idiocy. He’d do it. Of course he would. But, Christ alive. He was going to need a stronger drink.

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YES

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お…..お腹…..

i realized i had forgotten to redo the robes-off versions after screwing up the first batch of renders, so here they are all at once!! (lilia’s card isn’t out yet but you can see him with the robe off in the guest room battles :3)

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"founded on the unrelenting efforts of the fairest queen." ★ pomefiore wallpapers (1000x2500) / psd by breewaffle & lisacolorings

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This is too soft and romantic!!!

come & talk to me

Pairing: Rook Hunt x gn!Reader

Writing Genre: oneshot

Genres: romance, rom-com

Words: 1.2k

Warnings: arrows getting within 5 centimeters of reader

Notes: This idea came to me about two weeks ago, and I wrote it within the same night gfjfjfk. I hope you enjoy this Valentine's fic -- it's titled after one of my favorite songs! <3

Read it on ao3!

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The fourteenth of February – Sweetheart's Day – as it’s known here in Twisted Wonderland. A day in honor of the goddess of love and beauty, where romance was around every corner and admirers prospered.

It seems I have one of my own, you thought, noticing the dazzling and voluminous bouquet sitting on the island of Ramshackle’s kitchen. A lovely little purple box was placed next to it, adorned in golden trim and a red bow. Peering through the window of the box, you saw an assortment of sweets. A few chocolate-covered strawberries still appearing fresh, heart-shaped macarons in various shades complementing the box, and finally petit fours decorated in the signature colors of your dorm. Upon closer inspection of the bouquet, you observed the selected flowers: traditional red roses, gardenias, jonquils, blue violets, and moss rosebuds. A note was nestled between your collection of nature’s beauties, and it read:

Your eyes shine like ever radiant starlight,

Will you choose to be mine tonight?

- ↣

A smile blossomed on your lips as you huffed, feeling as though you were the lead in a cheesy romance movie. Taking the box with you and keeping it away from Grim’s tired and hungry grabby hands, you left to attend your first period.

—

“Whatcha got there, Y/n?” Ace asked, jogging up next to you in one of the exterior hallways.

“A box of treats from an admirer.” you replied matter-of-factly.

He chuckled before speaking, “Any clue who it is?”

“Not yet. The note was only signed with an a–”

Your sentence was cut off as an arrow whizzed by only about 4 centimetres in front of your face.

“Arrow.” you finished, handing your box to Ace.

You approached the section of mortar where the arrow was lodged. Attached to its sharp end was a letter and another moss rosebud wrapped in purple striped twine. Recalling your flowers and note, you had no doubt as to who had sent their affection flying your way. Tugging the arrow out of the wall, you carefully removed the note. Lifting the flower off of the paper, you wordlessly gave it to the redhead next to you before opening the light brown letter.

Witnessing your joy is truly a treasure,

I hope my gift brought you pleasure.

Please do me the honor of accompanying me,

In the majestic forest beneath the trees.

Eight o’clock tonight,

Follow the lights.

- ↣

Excitement bubbled in you at the prospect of meeting your admirer, but it was slightly dispelled by Ace’s pessimism.

“How do you know they’re not going to murder you?”

—

Sitting down at the table of your merry little band of first years for lunch, you were immediately bombarded by statements.

“An arrow at your head?! It definitely sounds like they want to kill you.”

“Thank you, Deuce, very supportive.” you retorted.

“Letting treats and letters win you over so quickly?! Ha, what a silly little human!”

With a glare at the group, silence reigned. At least until Jack spoke up, “Do you know who it is?”

“I don’t.” you replied.

“What if it’s Henley?” Ace joked.

Your entire table groaned at the mention of the most cumbersome member of your class.

“What if it’s Rook?” Deuce queried.

Epel gagged at the idea, but you simply sat with it for a minute.

What if it was Rook?... No, definitely not. While you had been bantering more and more often, even borderline flirting really, there was no way. He had taken it upon himself to teach you archery, and walk you back to your dorm everyday after classes, and bring you dinner on nights where you were too occupied by your studies, and help you branch out in fashion, exploration, and… oh Great Sevens, it was Rook.

Noticing your sudden introspection, the first years slowly went quiet. As you fought to keep your cheeks from widening, Epel’s face looked aghast as he shouted “No!”

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When the clock struck seven forty-five that night, you finished dusting off your outfit and left Ramshackle. As the poem said, lights outlined your path across the campus and through the forest. The little balls of light dissipated after you passed, most likely due to their magic origins. The woods near campus were truly beautiful – pines, oaks, ash, cedar, and even apple trees – created a lovely backdrop. As you got closer to the river, more lights appeared. The soft bubbling in unison with crickets enveloped you in nature’s music as your steps soon met various flowers that coexisted with the vast expanse of trees. A smile and ironic chuckle occurred on your lips as you realized they were the exact flowers from your bouquet.

“Thank you for joining me, ange.”

Your head turned to face the blond emerging from behind the large weeping willow bordering the river.

“Of course. It’s only fair that I come admire you as well.”

He winked before voicing, “You didn’t come see me out of duty.”

You chuckled lightly before replying, “No, I did not. I came to confess my affections for you… but I feel as though you already knew.”

He smirked and took your right hand, “What kind of hunter would I be if I didn’t?”

You followed him as he guided you to a small rowboat. He held your hand to provide support as you stepped in and sat down before sliding in across from you and grabbing the oars. He set a light pace as you traveled north, observing the various changes in your surroundings. While the silence was loving, you couldn’t help but ask a question drifting through your mind.

“I noticed you gave me moss rosebuds twice. Do they have a special meaning I am unaware of?”

“Indeed they do.” He began, focusing on you yet still rowing, “They represent confessions of love. Blue violets mean I will always be there, jonquils communicate a desire for affection returned, gardenias stand for secret love, and red roses are for your one and only love.”

With each addition to the list you felt giddy, and by the end like swooning.

Rook laughed at your visible reaction – something you decided was now one of your favorite sounds.

In two more rows, you arrived near the windmill. Beneath it was a perfect little picnic, set up with more magic lights and ravishing food. A large box also laid wrapped similarly to the one for your treats – minus the window. With your hands once again intertwined, you slowly approached the romantic setting.

When you sat down, Rook smiled brightly before handing you your gift box and saying, “Happy Sweetheart’s Day, ange.”

You eagerly unwrapped the Pomefiore-colored box and gasped at what was inside.

A breath-taking bow sat in red silk, it’s dark cherry wood a perfectly contrasting match. Patterns of nature were carved into the wood, and no matter how small the line or crevice they all appeared to have been sanded. Such a tenacious task done with so much care and tenderness brought forth strong emotions, and you found yourself thanking the hunter with a kiss. He seemed momentarily caught off guard before melting at your long awaited touch.

“I love it, Rook.”

“And I love you, Y/n.”

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Crewel Divus Character Analysis

Ah, yes, the BDSM teacher. Sorry Crewel fans, that’s exactly what he is (joking). Or maybe that’s why people really like him? Besides his appealing character design?

In all seriousness, I say that, but I feel like it’s actually more of a unique quirk that he has rather than the fact that it has anything to actually do with BDSM. Kinda like how Crowley unintentionally, or intentionally, makes quite a few bird puns here and there. And typically, when other characters talk about him, they also tend to make bird puns. Crewel probably just really likes dogs and can’t stand being disrespected.

I say this, because even though Crewel will call his students mutts and all manner of different names, he does actually care for them. Whenever they are in actual trouble, he does try and lend a helping hand, and unlike some people, he doesn’t ask for things in return. He probably just takes his job as a teacher very seriously.

And if you consider the fact that he teaches alchemy, our equivalent of chemistry, it’s no wonder why he’s so harsh on his students. If they make one mistake it could end with them in the hospital or dead. Because of that he’s really harsh on them. Which fits, because he doesn’t want them to like him, he wants them to listen.

Which is why he can be pretty patronizing. Where in cases he’ll give students tasks where they can “attempt” to get out of detention for not listening to the lesson, even though he knows most of those tasks are impossible unless the student was paying attention. And if the student was paying attention they wouldn’t have made the mistake to begin with. So more often than not, the student will get a really harsh punishment, even if the mistake seems small to them.

The students simultaneously fear and respect him in this manner. I guarantee that if Crewel went on the masquerade trip instead of Trien, they wouldn’t be joking around and asking the man about his make-out stories with his lover in dark tunnels. Because they would be too nervous to joke around in such a manner with him. For as much as Crewel calls the students by various nicknames, he keeps a strictly professional relationship with them.

But he does love his students. One can tell because he does call them dogs, even if it isn’t said in an affectionate manner. Because Crewel does love dogs, so him calling his students such is his backwards way of showing affection. It just happens to have the added benefit of keeping the students in line as well.

And he loves his job and what he does. This is obvious by the events he can be found in helping out the students with various task. Where he guides them in the “right direction”. Or as right as a villain school is going to be. Malleus, in the little alchemy lessons, says that while Crewel is peculiar, he is also an expletory teacher. And this is coming from Malleus, who excels in everything. This is a high compliment.

Crewel himself is also into high fashion. He loves it. It’s why he where’s the outfit that he does, even though he probably shouldn’t be wearing his bulky coat in a lab. Or really be wearing a business suit in a lab either. This itself also shows how cocky he can be. Which might seem confusing. How does this show that he’s cocky? Well, I’m sure that he’s harsh on his students on lab safety, but he doesn’t follow these same rules, in the name of fashion. He’s cocky in the way that he thinks he can get away with wearing high fashion, in a lab, and have nothing happen because his skills are that great.

Sam himself mentions that Crewel is a hot-shot. Not surprising, considering the fact that Crewel also clearly loves high-end things in general, not just fashion. Seeing as classic cars is his hobbies, this is another confirmation.

Though, this could imply one of two things. That Crewel is paid a really good salary, or he comes from a family with money. I’m leaning more towards him coming from a family with money, since in the fairy-gala event, Ruggie’s Vignette, shows Crewel allowing them to use old heirlooms as jewelry. 

And while heirlooms are bound to be expensive, they are also precious. And Crewel just allows them to use it for this instance, going into a garden full of faires that are known to be petty if things go south. Even if he expects them back at the end, the fact that he’s letting them use them shows about the same nonchalance as Kalim has on sharing his family heirlooms. Then there was the fact that he was able to get the fabric and make the outfits, high quality clothes, in such a short period of time. Not once did he complain or show concern for the cost. So, he probably has money to spend.

Though, with as much as Crewel loves fashion, it makes it interesting that he chose to teach alchemy instead of becoming a fashion designer. Possibly, that just means Crewel loves alchemy or teaching more.