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[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

would you write anything for belphie?

Yeah! I can definitely write for belphie, just be sure to give me a promt and tell me if you want fem! Reader or gender neutral! Reader

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Request whatever I only write fem! Reader or gender neutral! reader

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I do age up the monster high character/ ever after high characters but I'm not writing smut with them just couple things and fluff some kissing and all that

I write for 4 fandoms

Monster High

Ever After High

Obey me, shall we date?

Twisted wonderland

My request are always open feel free to request anything from these 4 fandoms I'm in.

I only write x fem reader and x gender neutral reader

My request box is OPEN

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Character lists

Monster high and genderbent names

Frankie stein = frankie stein

Draculaura = Laurence

Cleo de nile= Cleon de nile

Nefera de nile = Nefero de nile

Clawdeen wolf= Claws wolf

Lagoona blue= Lago blue

Abbie Bominable = Abbott Bominable

Catty Noir = Clawton Noir

C.A Cupid = C.A Cupid

Rochelle Goyle= Rockwell Goyle

Robecca Steam= Robert Steam

Toralei = toren

Pharoah

Duce

Valentine

Ever After High.

Apple white

Raven Queen

Briar Beauty

Daring charming

Obey Me

You best believe i love my husbands

Lucifer

Mammon

Leviathan

Satan

Asmodeus

Beelzebub

Belphegor

Diavolo

Barbatos

Twst Wonderland

I'll write some sexual indications for these canonically 18+ characters (idk about malleus yet)

Vil schoenheit

Rook Hunt

Leona Kingscholar

Idia Shroud

Divus Crewel

Lilia

Malleus

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Exactlyyyyy I hope so too, I also wonder if they are still gonna do fun events and or have more domesticated story lines and honestly I hope we get "the house husband" vibes with the boys idk why but it's a want for sure

Nah but I've been going crazy with the announcement, if we actually get to chose who we get with I'm gonna have such a hard time choosing. Like- im greedy I want them all. You finna see me in my room like this

you're so real for that bestie 😌

i wonder if it'll be like the homescreen, where you can change which one you're with at any time. because otherwise i don't know how much i'd play it, much as i love mammon i don't think i could be monogamous to an app yk

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Okay heads up and reminder! I'm a slow writter and I will take time in writing request, and I like to take my time. Request all you want y'all! Im not trying to discourage you guys!! Just keep in mind I'll be slow to respond but I'm putting my heart and mind to come up with responses to the requests

Lots of love!!-Kiwi 🥝

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Do y'all got any requests and or asks in mind? Any promps? For monster high x reader or ever after high x reader (genderbent or normal)

And any obey me shall we date x reader (only the main 7)

I only write fem! Reader or gn! Reader

I'm looking at @myjerseygirlblog specifically since you always give me the best prompts for me (if you uhhh have anything hit me up)

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Irl thingsss and cookie run kingdom blind bags with friends lolz

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Yes I am, dang that's very annoying but thanks for taking the time to explain that to me 🫶

Uhhhh what???? I don't even write anything bad!!! Like are you serious? Why do this. Does this mean people don't see which fanfics of mine are top liked? And re blog? What did I do??

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Uhhhh what???? I don't even write anything bad!!! Like are you serious? Why do this. Does this mean people don't see which fanfics of mine are top liked? And re blog? What did I do??

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Rook Hunt x Reader

Angsty/implied you left back home

(Also Idk if it goes more gn! Or fem! I think it's in between but mostly inclusive for all)

Hope you all like it!

The days seemed dimmer since you had left, the breeze felt colder, the birds seemed to sing more less as the days went by. Where you once shared a bed that held your warmth with his, your legs intertwined in the sheets now was unwelcoming to him.

The once spring in his step had now dimmer to soft thumps on the ground as he walked. Your voice that he used to hear on summer days had been silenced and with it so did his poetry he recited for your ears alone.

You had looked at him one last time and blew him a kiss, you had pointed at the letter you gave him earlier it held a little weight in his hand, you then mouth at him 'a part of me left with you' then you where gone...the mirror looked to him almost just like the silver waves, it taunted him as you disappear home and he couldn't follow you there.

And in the letter was a locket in within that heart locker was a picture as bright as the sun as pure as snow...you...and for the next 7 days he spend crying a river that you could no longer sooth in you're absence. For the hunters most desired love, was truly gone out of his reach and he now had nothing left to chase.

He missed those beautiful eyes that looked into his with such a soft gaze he had never seen before until he met you.

Those times shared together it only foul his adoration and dedication for you, some may have called him mad for chasing you around while speaking of his poetry he had crafted for only your ears to hear but that's just one of the ways he loved and by the Sevens he loved you fiercely.

Every touch was electric, all the kisses from your wrist up your arm and finally to your lips where his medicine. Because feeling your skin in any way would not just only drive him more obsessed but more undoubtedly worshipful of your body that he adored.

Soft whispers in the night, the ones you shared after a late rendezvous were his favorites. Tangled together skin to skin, heart to heart and breathed mingling as you spoke gently to him in sighs. How could he forget the first night you allowed him to please you, how could he ever forget your body on his, how could he ever find you in someone else because of him.

There was only one of you that made his hunter heart at ease to finally catch you in his embrace.

So...as he stared at the mirror you had stepped into, locket clutch in his strong calloused hands, he wonders...what if...he had begged a little harder.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

The voices got to me and I drew my pookie Rook

And my yuu self insert

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

AHHHHHH YESSSSS YOU GET MEEEE

Think about it...

Malleus x f! Gorgon reader....she'd have hair and snakes behind her head like Viperine from monster high...THINK ABOUT IT maybe it can have angts or fluff maybe it's soulmates! Or childhood friends to lovers,maybe she joins the Gargoyle appreciation club and they bond; later lovers??!!!

(or gn! But for me in my head fem)

I mayyyy write a fic but anyone that sees this and likes the idea JOIN INNNNN

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Think about it...

Malleus x f! Gorgon reader....she'd have hair and snakes behind her head like Viperine from monster high...THINK ABOUT IT maybe it can have angts or fluff maybe it's soulmates! Or childhood friends to lovers,maybe she joins the Gargoyle appreciation club and they bond; later lovers??!!!

(or gn! But for me in my head fem)

I mayyyy write a fic but anyone that sees this and likes the idea JOIN INNNNN

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Words cannot express how obsessed I am with Rook like it's insane how much I need a man that acts like him in such a passionate poetic way that everytime he speaks to you, it's with the most adoration and utterly desire to be with you in every sense of the word, to be hold by you and to lose himself within you, so look at you and never will his eyes stray but will find a new feature in your face or body that now he must write down in his notes.

To have an album of photos and poems he wrote about you but kept to himself to always follow hsi utterly devotion,passion and obsession that he holds within his heart, mind and soul.

To be beside you it is his greatest gift from the gods, the way he can look at you for endless hours and be tranfixed on you until he falls asleep and has dreams of you.

RAHHHHHHH IM GOING FERAL!

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Hello! If you're feeling like it, I would like to make a requestm. The wonderful, He is the moment, my man Nefero. How about a situation has some accusations from others saying he's too controlling. 

Nefero is fashion undead king. So it makes sense that he likes to dress his girlfriend up. Y/N enjoys the attention from her boyfriend so she goes along with it. Nefero loudly and proudly boasts how he and his lover are the always the best dressed. It is noticed how Y/N's clothing choices have changed drastically since they both got together. Before Y/N wore the same thing almost every week since it makes her life a bit easier. 

One day, Y/N is under the weather. Period cramps are taking it's toll and she's irritable. Nefero, the sweetie, is fixing and putting the final touches on both their outfits. Unfortunately, Y/N gets too annoyed and excuses herself to get some fresh air. With cramps getting worse and feeling nauseous, Y/N tells Nefero she's going home. He starts to reflect and thinks maybe he does do too much. And maybe that's why Y/N ditched him. Later, Nefero and Y/N make up and talks things through. 

Ok. That's all I got. Thank you for time.

You and your amazing creative request make my day!

(I also used my own period discomforts and body insecurities when I'm craving and eating so much candy, but you can ignore that, kinda weird I don't get cramps much but kinda ghost pains of them)

(Found this fanart i swooned I tell you may go feral and write smut huh who said that?)

(((Future author note here** girllll my bad for disappearing like that! But I finished it rn at 9:31pm lol)))

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Male! Nefera x F! Reader

She/her pronouns

Nickname for the reader= my jewel/my queen/ my love (i may use this one at times but the first two are the signature)

Using [Name] as substitute for y/n

Established relationship/Fluff/some cursing

I used Ciara's song "1,2 step" for a minute not plot relevant but I like that song

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Rumors had been spreading all around school grounds and the students have been noticing quite the drastic change from the well liked ghoul [Name] she was dating the male diva Nefero and while no one really cared at first (unless it was some gossip group) that [Name] had changed fairly quickly in the sense of her style of clothing.

Normally you would see her wearing some low rise parachute pants that were simple yet cute and a simple solid color top with her very worn out platforms, it was simple yet that was her style as her classmates and friends knew her for it.

Her hairstyles were cute and stylish the makeup was a few complementary colors for her (s/t) and a she always wore cherry tinted lip gloss but a few months after some time almost a whole year since the two got together monsters slowly saw the transition to [Name] having her signature simple yet stylish look to a more bold and matching to Nefero.

"I heard he makes her wear whatever he wants," a ghoul whispered to her friend. " I heard that if she says no he ghost's her for weeks" a ghost appeared from the locker "ooo that's awful!" They exclaim

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[Name] walks happily into the classroom with Nefero holding her by the waist, the two had come to school with a new matching set outfit for today as the weekend was coming Nefero was excitedly talking to [Name] about plans for a home movie date, she smiles contently but soon heaves a sigh 'these cramps are killing me jeez'

"Do you have any painkillers on you Nefie?" She asks as the two sit down next to each other in their clawculus class "yes, let me get it for you" he gets out his hand bag and takes out a bottle of ibuprofen "here you go, my jewel" you gingerly took it and take out two pills and swallow them with water "ahh thank you Nefie it's getting so hard with these cramps" you sigh leaning into your palm, Nefero puts his hand on your thigh and rubs it with his thumb "I'm sorry, my queen hope the painkillers make it go away long enough" he smiles at you and you chuckle "me too,my king" you teased kissing his nose lightly

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By the end of class the two separate "see you soon,my jewel" he grabs your waist and kisses you, whispers arise out of nowhere as you two separate Nefero's eyebrows furrow at this he looks over at you and sees you looked bothered as well but not in your face but by your body language, you held onto your book a little tighter,you didn't want this kind of attention so negative and unwelcoming.

Nefero wanted to yell and order these scumbags to fuck off but he held his toung this wasn't something you needed him to do for you at the moment..maybe later he'd show them a lesson.

[Name] had heard the rumors and while you WANTED to yell at the gossipers..right now wasn't the time since now you had doubts yourself but pushed it aside for now, at the end you knew that Nefero was truly you're love and not just some control freak and it truly wasn't their business what you wear.

"See you later Nefie" you waved goodbye and started you're way to your classroom

Nefero stands there seeing your fading silhouette 'i hope she's alright' he thinks about your cramps and hopes you would feel better as the week went on, Nefero turns to his class not forgetting to give the nastiest side glance of his undead life.

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It was the weekend and [Name] was on the way to Nefero's home on her car, on the way the music was blasting as she snacks on a chocolate bar "*munch* it don't matter to me, we can dance slow *munch*" she makes a left turn "whichever way the beat drops our bodies will flow-" she gets to the entrance and parks on the big driveway cutting the music.

[Name] steps out still singing a few of the lyrics "so swing it over here Mr.Dj and we will, we will rock you" she walks up the stairs "hey Luka" she greet the door sphinx and he nods in acknowledgement

"I wonder if we're gonna watch a movie" she walks up the stairs and opens another chocolate bar munching on it

She gets to the door opening it "Nefie I'm here" [Name] walks over to her nightstand and places her purse on it

The sound of heals comes from the walking closest and Nefero appears "My jewel!" He sprints over engulfing you in a tight hug "i missed you so much" he sniffles dramatically but you go with it "aww missed you too Nefie, but it wasn't for too long right?" He looks at you "too long" he then snuggles into your bossom "mhhhh you smell divine, is that the new perfume i got you?" You comb thought his long hair gently "yes and thank you once more for the gift Nefie" you feel a shiver down his neck as you touch the root of his hair "you're most welcome, my goddess"

The two stayed like that for a bit before Nefero remembered something he wanted to show [Name] "oh just you wait here a moment" he dashed out back to his ginormous closet 'what has he got planned now?' You tilt your head and after a few minutes Nefero comes back with two hangers and a few clothing items in his arms

"You are going to love what I got for us to wear or Monday" he beams "oh..that's great Nefie" you smiled with half lidded eyes

You 're a little bumb out because truly you wanted to forget about fashion as of late, it all seemed so much and maybe it was because of everyone whispering around her when she passed by alone in the hallway the dress you wore was uncomfortable and tight and not in the right places as per usual.

All you wanted was just be in your sweats and cuddle right now and forget about those monsters and cuddle up on the bed you in Nefero's arm without a care in the world.

"So I was thinking to wear this dusty gold moment for the two of us and you could wear a golden headband with encrusted emeralds and rubies" he went on with enthusiasm that was so sweet and pure

But as [Name] stared at the assembled clothing items she felt at ease seeing him like this but then a cramp shot up and stab you in the ovaries "ugh fuck" you wisperd to yourself

"And so I'll be wearing our signature couple rings and with these gold armbands" he picked them up and looked over to you with a bright smile "how lovely, they'll look great on you" he nodded his head enthusiastically

"let me finish up here and we can try it on" he went back to focusing on the matching outfits

The pain had begun to increase, and each breath you took it seemed to be like torture, was it getting stuffy in here?

You took another deep breath in just then a cramp hit you again much harder "*inhale* *exhale* hey Nefie I'm gonna go out for some fresh air okay? Okay be right back" [Name] rushed out to the balcony in his room that had a great distance from the bed where he was

"*inhale* *exhale* oh fuck this is getting unbearable..i don't want to be here doing this *stab* ughh fuck you body" you looked over the massive garden view, a breeze went by and seemed to cool you just enough to feel a little better.

"I think i just need to go home now"

[Name] walked back in after a few more minutes taking deep breaths in, she grabbed her bag "I'm going home" leaving quickly Nefero stood there in perplexed but suddenly struck by the memory of the rumors

Then he looked at the clothes then he remembered "...oh gods im a fucking idiot!" Nefero slaps his forehead "i got to go apologize" he got up and walked out his room

"Toss me my keys!" The sphinx quickly nodded to him and gave him a "look" "yes i know!!" Nefero quickly runs out the door.

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Nefero is parked a few blocks away from your house. It has been 3 hours after you had left his home, and now he has everything he needs as well as the right words to tell you.

He feels utterly terrible for not realizing before or even making the effort to accomplish your needs like you were needing you didn't just want to come to his house to just talk about fashion

He sees now from the look on your face you needed was him to hold you close cuddling on his bed wrapped in his strong comforting arms take a nap or watch a movie

Not the stupidity he was doing when you had arrived.

Nefero takes a breath in and gets out of his car, he takes the bag filled with goodies and starts to make his way up to your doorstep.

*knock* *knock* *knock*

He waited a beat

Then the sounds of footsteps came from behind the door, the familiar footsteps he'd grown to recognize with care and that made him feel worse from his stupid actions earlier.

The door creek as [Name] opens it slightly to see who it is, and her eyes are met with his purple ones and her's widen slightly "Nefie-" but before she could get a word in he gets on his knees while holding up the bouquet and bag (which may or may not be filled with expensive jewelry and chocolate) he looks up at her with puppy eyes in his flawless structured face.

"My jewel, I am truly sorry for making you mad and not being the boyfriend you needed today, I have stupidly ignore you today only focusing on what I was doing instead of taking the time to see if you were alright,and the way you looked at school while everyone was staring at us whispering about the way you have change so much...i can't even imagine the way you must feel when they stare at you not in the way like usual but with doubts and assumption i feel terrible. Can you see it in your beautiful heart to forgive me and let me make this right" Nefero held his breath as he waited for her to say something. Anything.

You blink. Once. Twice. Then the corners of your mouth turn up in a gentle smile "you're and idiot" Nefero grimaces but you continue "but you're my idiot, fashionable idiot if you will...i was feeling shitty yeah and I didn't want to just come to your house to talk about fashion...i don't always want to do that and I think we should do other things. This doesn't mean I don't want to stop dressing up with you but I think I want to start to dress like I did before...do you understand what I'm saying Nefero?" He gets up from kneeling down and nods

"Of Course my jewel. I'm terribly sorry our relationship doesn't just mean dressing up in outfits I lay down for us... you can have you're style whenever you desire and I won't care because I have you either way, I like when you match with me but I love more when you show YOU. And I should have asked you more often if it was okay with you so from now on I'll ask more frequently if you WANT to match and do things more outside fashion and talking about it...I'm sorry,my love" [Name] steps forward and cups his cheek, Nefero immediately leans into her touch and turns his head to kiss her palm, his eyes stay on her's. "You're forgive,Nefie...it sounds so dumb to discuss but I think this was needed" she leans in and gives his lips a light peck "come on in,my mom would be mad if you got here and just left without eating dinner with us" Nefero chuckles "I'd love to dine with your lovely family,my jewel" he takes [Name] by the waist and leads both of them inside the doorway.

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Okay so how's this for a comeback?!!!!

Here's some headcanons! (Or something ifk how to classify this style)

Toralei x F! Werewolf! Reader

-Toralei who gave you a patch from her leather jacket as a way to confess to you the weregirl who didn't start anything with her and was actually very pleasant to talk too in the classes you two had together

Toralei who was genuinely dumbfounded when you returned her courting and gave her you're favorite jacket thag smells heavily of you

-Toralie who wore that same jacket to you're first date and was blushing but refuses to admit it and called you "stupid cutie" when you teased her

-Toralei who now after being together for 5 months goes out of her way to get you're textbooks when going to you're next class and hisses at people giving her a wierd look of "is Toralei really holding someone's textbooks"

Toralei who loves to kiss you on the neck when you least expect it and chuckles when you're ears flattened and you blush like crazy but then she runs away when you look at her hungrily with the intent to get her back for that (which is to bite her neck giving her hickeys)

- Toralei who loves to be the little spoon in bed with you and purrs which makes you're grip tighten and swing a leg over her just so you can feel the soft vibrations and Toralei who smirks because she just love you be held like this and knows what she's doing

- Toralei who loves to kiss you on the lips any chance she gets because in her words "what's the point on being with you 24/7 and not kiss those plump lips they look lonely~" ans then she kisses you again

- Toralei who loves wrapping her arm around you're waist as you walk anywhere together and especially at school do everygoul knows you're her ghoulfriend and they can only WISH to have you but to bad so sad you're her's

- Toralei who loves to spoil you... even if the gift ate half stolen half actually she bought with her own money so hey don't question why she gave you a 5 karot silver Dimond ring for you're 1 year anniversary

- Toralei who goes out of her way to write down everything you're mom tells her that you like and will have a secret notes in her icoffin with things she now knows to use when you're in a mood and how to make you feel better

- Toralei who still gets in trouble in and you have to patch her up while narrating her about how she shouldn't pick fights and she just looks at you with lovesick eyes because while she'll never say it aloud you look very hot scolding her like this and she wants to kiss you and she does...very passionately and you give in because damn she's still a hell of a kisser

- Toralei who after a week of school goes sleep over at you're house and sleeps so heavily in you're bed you have to kiss her and wisper in her ear JUST for her to stir and say "five more minutes" and then you push her off the bed and she yelps looks at you with annoyance then recoiled at you're gaze and says "Sorry cutie" with pleading "puppy" eyes which you can't help and sigh, pulling her up to cuddle "you where hogging the blanket furball" then after a few giggles you go back to bed

[kiwi-but-the-bird-not-the-fruit]

Sobbing in the corner,this is beautiful

sypnosis. a queen waits for the return of the man who promised he would always come back. her lover, who disappeared years ago chasing an adventure only he could see. the court demands a king, and suitors press in, but she remains unmoved, weaving a shroud of time until he returns. then, a challenge: whoever can string her betrothed’s bow and fire an arrow through twelve battle-axes will claim the throne. the suitors fail, but the beggar steps forward, rook, disguised. the bow bends, the arrow flies true, and rook stands before her, alive, and home at last.

note. i was listening to “the challenge” and thought of rook, stupidly enough cause of the bow & i immediately thought of “rook would love this” but you get it ^^’’ !!! immediate apologies if it may seem ooc, or off grammar (unfortunately, english isn’t my first language)

𝕿He. . . loom stretches before you, a seemingly endless web of threads that twine and twist in complex patterns. It feels like an impossible task, one you can never quite complete. Each morning, your fingers move with purpose, the rhythmic motion of weaving pulling you deeper into the task, a desperate distraction from the ache in your chest. Each night, when the rest of the castle has drifted into slumber, you return to the loom to unravel the threads, as if in some way, that will erase the time that’s passed — the time that you’ve been forced to endure without him. They do not know. The suitors who fill your court like hungry wolves — bright smiles and velvet robes hiding the sharp edges of ambition — believe you are near the end, that soon, you will choose a new king.

But you are still his.

He left you years ago, chasing a challenge that only he could see. The great hunter, the man who had seen beauty in every fleeting moment, had sworn to return. His final words still echo in your memory: “Mon amour,” he had whispered, breath warm against your temple, hands pressing over yours. “I leave not for adventure, but for the promise of coming home to you. What is love, if not the patience to wait?”

But patience is cruel, and faith wears thin when it is constantly tested by the long silence between you. The world does not stop spinning while you wait for a man who might never return. You have held your breath for years, hoping against hope that the promise he left you would hold true, but as the days turn into months, and the months into years, you begin to wonder if perhaps the sea has swallowed him whole.

The kingdom stirs. The whispers grow louder each day. It has been too long. He is gone. A queen cannot rule alone forever, they say. And so they press closer, thousands of men draped in velvet and gold, smiles dripping with false sweetness, eyes gleaming with greed. They speak of duty, of stability. They speak of the future.

But what of the past?

The love you held for Rook is not something fragile that can be traded away. It is not a thing to be bartered like the throne you sit upon. And yet, the court grows impatient, the vultures circling, waiting for their moment to swoop in.

“Your Majesty,” one of them says, his voice smooth as silk, his hand lingering too long on the armrest of your throne. “The throne needs a king.“

“A nation without a ruler is weak,” another murmurs, his eyes glinting with something more dangerous than mere concern. “Choose, and we will grant you peace.”

Peace? How.. humourous. As if the love you hold for Rook could ever be bought, as if it were something to be sacrificed to ease their hunger. As if you are not the woman who has held the kingdom together, the queen who ruled with strength and wisdom while he was lost to the world. But they do not understand. They never have.

Still, they will not stop.

So, you buy yourself time. But, is it for yourself?

“I will choose,” you say, your voice steady, betraying none of the chaos inside. “As soon as I finish weaving this shroud.”

They believe you. And so, the cycle continues.

Day after day, you sit at the loom, hands moving with mechanical precision, the rhythm of the work a small comfort in a world that no longer makes sense. You tell yourself that you will be free once it is finished, that once you have completed the task, you can let go. But every night, you return to unravel the work of the day, pulling the threads free, watching the promise of completion slip away like sand through your fingers.

And unexpectedly, the storm will come by.

Huh, the weather today.. seems peculiar. I wonder.

You thought, the sky today looks unlike anything you have ever seen, dark clouds gathering on the horizon, the sea thrashing wildly as though it too were in mourning. The wind howls, rattling the castle walls, and in the darkness of that night, something shifts in the air, a whisper, a possibility. Could it be—?

No.

But still, there is a flicker of something. Was it hope? Something that makes your pulse quicken, something that stirs in your chest and makes your breath catch in your throat.

You do not sleep that night. The next morning, the court is restless, but you do not care. Another suitor has arrived. You barely glance up at first, prepared for the same hollow flattery, the same empty promises they have all offered. Another face, another man desperate for the throne. And then—

“Your Majesty.”

The voice is low, rich, unmistakably familiar.

Your heart stutters in your chest.

You lift your gaze, and the breath leaves your lungs.

There, standing before you in the grand hall, disguised as nothing more than a beggar? A tattered cloak hanging from his shoulders, boots caked in dust, golden hair hidden beneath a hood, is him.

Rook.

“Mon amour,” he breathes, and it is neither a plea nor a question. It is a vow renewed, a promise fulfilled.

The court does not understand why your fingers clutch the armrests of your throne, why your breath trembles in your throat. They do not understand the weight of this moment, the storm that has raged inside you for years, breaking now into sunlight.

But they will.

“A challenge,” you announce, your voice ringing out through the hall, silencing the murmur of voices. “The one who can string my betrothed’s bow and fire an arrow through twelve battle-axes shall take the throne beside me.”

The suitors laugh. They know the stories of Rook’s war bow — the weapon only he had ever been able to wield.

The bow itself, was a testament to strength, a mark of kingship, a relic of a past only one man could claim. Crafted long before his reign, it was a thing of unyielding power, curved in a perfect arc. Only he can wield.

One by one, they step forward, pride on their faces, convinced that they, too, can master the impossible. One by one, they fail. The bow does not bend to their hands. The string does not yield. Each failure cracks their pride, their frustration mounting as they realize that they are not Rook.

And then, the beggar steps forward. The court erupts into laughter.

“Surely, Your Majesty, you do not mean to let this vagrant attempt—”

But you do not stop him. You do not move, barely even breathe as he steps forward, his hands brushing against the polished wood of the bow, a deep, knowing silence settling over the room.

With a swift movement, the bow bends. The string sings its familiar song as he draws it taut, the echo of it resonating through your very bones. You can feel the air shift, the energy in the room snapping like a taut wire.

The arrow flies.

The sound of it is pure. Sharp and true, slicing through the air with deadly precision. It whistles cleanly through each of the twelve axes, the force of it a declaration. A promise.

Silence.

And then, he lifts his head. The hood falls away.

Rook stands before you, golden-haired and smiling, as if no time at all had passed. As if he had never left.

You take a step forward, your breath catching in your throat, but you do not move too quickly, afraid that he might vanish as suddenly as he appeared.

“You’re late,” you whisper, your voice barely audible, but it carries through the silence like a blade.

Rook’s smile widens, his eyes sparkling with the same wild fire you remember. “Ah, mon amour,” he breathes. “But I am here.”

And then, he kneels before you.

The years between you crash down like a tidal wave, the weight of everything you’ve endured settling heavily upon your chest. You do not hesitate. You move toward him, your hands trembling as they find his face, tracing the sharp lines of his jaw, the curve of his cheek. He leans into your touch, eyes closing for a moment, as if memorizing the feel of you, the texture of your skin beneath his fingers.

“I should kill you for making me wait,” you whisper, your voice breaking with the ache of all that has been lost and found again.

“And yet,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to your wrist, “you have never looked more beautiful than you do now, in your fury.”

You let out a breath, half a sob, half a laugh. But it is enough. It is everything. You pull him to you, your lips crashing against his, desperate and alive, the years of longing melting into this single, fleeting moment.

The court watches, but you do not care. The suitors recoil, but you do not see them. There is only Rook. his hands in your hair, his arms around you, the warmth of him solid and real after all these years. When you finally pull away, his forehead rests against yours, his breath mingling with yours, and the world is suddenly right again.

“You came back,” you whisper, a question, a plea, a confession.

“Always,” he swears, his voice rough and raw. “I will always find my way back to you.” This time, you believe him.

That night, the castle breathes with a new kind of silence. The suitors have left, some in anger, others in shame, their ambitions shattered like glass beneath the weight of inevitability. The whispers of the court fade into the distant hum of the sea, and for the first time in years, you are alone.

But you are not lonely.

Rook stands before you in your chambers, no longer the beggar who had slipped unnoticed through the doors, but the hunter who had once stolen your heart with laughter and reckless devotion. He is older now —sharper in some places, softened in others — but when he smiles, it is the same as it ever was. Wild and knowing, like he has already mapped out every thought in your head before you can voice it.

And yet, for the first time since his return, he hesitates.

“You are staring, mon amour.” His voice is lighter now, teasing, but underneath it, there is something else. Something unspoken.

You cross your arms, tilting your head. “You disappeared for years, Rook. Forgive me if I wish to confirm that you are not merely a ghost come to haunt me.”

His lips twitch. “And if I were?”

“Then I would curse you for eternity,” you say, stepping closer, until only a breath separates you. “And still, I would not let you leave.”

The teasing falters in his expression, giving way to something raw, something that makes your pulse thunder in your ears. His hands, calloused and sure, come up to cradle your face, his thumb ghosting over the curve of your cheek. “I was gone too long,” he admits, a confession, a wound.

“Yes.”

“I have no excuse.”

“No.”

His fingers tighten, the breath in his chest shuddering. “And yet—” He swallows, eyes burning gold in the candlelight. “Would you still have me, knowing that I am a man who loses himself in the hunt?”

Your breath catches. Not because you do not know the answer, but because he would even dare to ask.

You take his hand, pressing his palm flat against your chest, where your heart beats strong and steady. “You left,” you say. “And I waited. And I cursed you. And I wept for you. And still—” You inhale, exhale, let the weight of the years settle between you before crushing them beneath your next words. “Still, my heart knows only your name.”

Rook lets out a breath that sounds almost like a laugh, but it is too broken, too relieved to be anything but the unraveling of something long-held. “Then it seems,” he murmurs, leaning in, his forehead pressing against yours, “I have found my way home after all.”

He kisses you, it is not with the desperation of before. It is steady, certain. It is the promise he made you all those years ago, at last fulfilled.

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