#Twst rook x reader

[writingforatwistedworld]

Hi!! I really love your writting🥰 i would like to request for the self-aware au, Reader hiding behind them after being chased by some particularly pushy NPCs with Rook, Trey, and Jack please❤️

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, murder, description of violence, blood, obsession, stalking

Trey Clover/Jack Howl/Rook Hunt-Hiding behind them

Ah, what a nice day. In fact, it is perfect for trying out that recipe with that dough that needed to rest for a while

Or rather, that was his plan for the day until he suddenly heard two pairs of footsteps rushing into the dorm kitchen

And no, it was not the kind of footsteps that spoke of joy like the ones of his siblings did. from time to time, it sounded panicked

Just a second later you entered the kitchen with an octavinelle student, the latter one trying to catch up to you

Before the baker could figure out what was going on, you were suddenly behind him, using his body as a shield

Oh… oh!

Was this guy harassing you?

How dare he? How dare-

Deep breaths. Very deep breaths - would be something he would have said to himself if he wasn't this angry

By some miracle, he was able to hold himself together

He was this close to loose his reputation as "that nice hat wearing baker"

A strict look towards the student and you were finally alone with him

For you the whole thing was over but for that student?

Suddenly the poor lad fell ill, claiming that he had stomach problems

Heck, he couldn't even keep his food down

Such a shame... Trey surely hoped he would survive

Who else could he secretly gift those cakes? You? Oh no... It's just that he experiments with some new recipes...

Ignore that bottle in the cupboard

Jack is someone who keeps his friends very close and is not afraid to stand up for them

Only that he saw you as someone more precious than a friend

So when he saw you running away from a student and slipping behind him he saw the world just a tiny bit tinted red

The young wolf beastman isn't someone who uses violence just because he can do or feel like using it

(Honestly, at this point he is more like your little dog than some fearsome wolf)

Just because he didn't turn the student into very biological and mushy fertiliser for the flowers then and there doesn't mean he was calm though

Grabbing the not so nice company of yours, he told you to not worry and leave your little problem to him

Ah yes, Jack Howl, that kind acquaintance of yours

How nice of him

But you know, there are also tales about wolves acting as if they are kind just to devour you

Of course Jack didn't do that

Does not mean that things went as peaceful as you thought they did after you left

Jack usually keeps his instincts under control but on that evening he had to cut his nails very short and scrub his hands

Anyone would be horrified after the sensation of calcium breaking under their hand, splintering like old, dried out wood under a saw

He should feel guilty but... it was hard to do so

Which brings us back to a sink being used by a certain beastman

Geez, some things are so hard to get off of skin once it dries, wouldn't you agree?

First of all, it's a wonder the hunter wasn't watching you from a tree (or something like that... who knew bushes could walk in this world)

If he had he would have immediately revealed himself by slithering in between you and that oh so foolish first year

But alas, apparently a miracle happened and this time it was you seeking out him

When Rook heart the certain sound of your shoes hitting the ground he was swivelling around, a poem about his devotion towards you already on his tongue...

And them you hid behind his arm curtains (you know, their dorm uniforms sleves)

Did hiw beloved Overseer, perfection and liberatir in person finally choose him as their most favorite- no? Ok that's cool too

If this was any other situation he would have started a speech in his wannabe French, stating how short he was by your rejection

But right now he had to deal with your little stalker (don't try to act all innocent, Rook, you did the same many more times than they ever could without being noticed)

Trying to calm you down the hunter brought you to Pomfiore

And nothing weir happened

No I am not joking, Rook was his usual normal self (if we want to call at best flirtatious remarks and at worst frantic devoted ramblings normal)

From then on you were much closer to the hunter

Especially after a body was found

And oh, how grateful Rook was for not having the time to get rid of the body on that day

Of course, he had noticed how ce fou followed you two to the dorm

How trusting you were when he told you that he wanted to get you two something to drink...

And there the parasite still was, lingering around the entrance of his dorm

The only regret Rook had was finishing his job so quickly

It was always such a bore whenever his prey wouldn't squirm

Well, at least you were now close to him

Just be careful, the hunter was also back then the one bringing her highness a false heart. Who knows how much he would lie to get you all to himself?

Uh and… maybe don't open that box he has in his room in a cooler. He told you he keeps some sort of trophy in there and I think that is all we need to know

[coralinnii]

Can I ask for Vil, Took or Malleus (any of them, or multiple depending on how cool you are with it) when they find their s/O gives them cute handmade gifts? Baked treats, books, paintings and such. I completely understand if you can't get to this, but if you decide to take this up, It'll be really really cool! Thanks and have a great day!

‎‧₊˚✧Made with Love✧˚₊‧

↳ Reader S/O who made him handmade gifts

feat: Vil ❋ Rook ❋ Malleus genre: fluff note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, nicknames were used for readers (spudling, mon tresor, dear, child of man), probably bad grammar and usage of French because of Rook,

To anyone who were wondering for my sudden MIA status…I got sick, like hella sick. I’m not the greatest at taking care of myself and apparently my body decided to teach me a lesson for that by leaving me down for the count for 2 weeks then giving me migraines if I spend even 20 minutes in front of a screen for another week. To be fair, I could have recovered quicker if I actually…rested and took care of myself but hey, lessons were learned.

I literally started this a month ago but now I need to relearn the characters because my brain can’t remember anything, so I’m sorry if it isn’t the greatest T_T

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To say he was suspicious was an understatement. Vil was a man of routine and he could tell when something was amiss as the days went by. Little differences were of no cause of concern, but when his little spudling is just acting too skittish, the blond just couldn’t let it go.

At first, Vil was content with scolding you for the little bad habits you started. He caught you too many times hunching your neck and back, and the eyebags forming under your eyes were too concerning to him to ignore.

He had to physically hold in his gasp however, when you refused to come over to his dorm for a skincare date. He tried to be understanding when you claimed you had too much homework to come over, but he could do without Rook having to point out that he was sulking.

Yes Rook, Vil is very aware he could get early wrinkles.

Frustration turned to concern as Vil was quick to pick up that you were hiding something from him. Occasionally, he could see you quickly hiding something from his sight before smiling.

Insecurity soon struck him as alarming thoughts swirled about his mind. Was he the problem? Or is there a problem but he was too undependable to you to confide in?

Not one to beat around the bush, he approached you.

You were surprised that your lover requested to see you so suddenly. But, you thought the handsome blond sounded uncharacteristically solemn so you agreed, which led to you sitting in the lounge of your dorm/home.

Maybe you misread the tone of his voice, because the man before you certainly didn’t seem solemn. Sitting next to you on the sofa, Vil watched you silently with his arms crossed and a leg over another.

“So, Vil…how was your da-”

“I know you’re hiding something from me, spudling.”

From your flinching and awkward avoidance to meet his eyes, Vil’s suspicions were correct. Upon closer inspection, Vil spotted small cuts littered about the skin of your fingers. His lilac eyes softened somewhat, but he kept his voice stern.

“I admire you for working so hard for yourself,” Vil made it clear to you as his eyes gazed towards the small cuts on your fingers, “But, I hope I’m not someone so incompetent that you can’t rely on me, especially when you’re needlessly hurting yourself so.”

In a smooth motion, Vil raised his manicured hand towards your face, gently grazing your cheek to keep your attention to him. “So spudling, no more secrets…what has gotten you so busy and reckless?”

The gig is up, you supposed. Sighing, you asked for your blond beloved to wait as you quickly rushed to your room. Upon your return, there was something in your hands to which you nervously handed over to your upperclassman.

It was a soft ribbon with a charm attached to its end. The deep purple ribbon was embroidered with what seemed to be golden leaves attached to vines twisting and curling across the length of the ribbon. The charm was of a crown, a cheap trinket that was clearly inspired by the Fairest Queen.

“I know how hard you’ve been working for classes so I made you a ribbon bookmark, something you could use while you study or something.” you explained, a little embarrassed. “But I haven’t been getting the pattern right, so I couldn’t give you until I got it perfect.”

Vil has been gifting you so much, from customized skincare products of his creation to matching outfits that enhanced your beautiful form. But it’s not just fancy clothes and luxurious products. Vil worries for you, takes care of you, and helps you to see the potential in yourself and to strive for it.

He gave you so much, so you wanted to give him something in return. Something thoughtful, something that shows how much you cherish Vil. More than for his looks, more than for his fame.

“This didn’t turn out as well as I wanted, but I’m working hard so I can make a new one and get the embroidery just right,” you assured him as you reached for the bookmark. “So, please be patient with me.”

But, Vil kept your gift out of your reach. He examined your handiwork with such focus, taking note of the effort in every stitch. It was by no means the level of professional, but he could see how you thought about him. From the color of the ribbon and thread to resemble his honorable dorm, to the consideration of his dedication to his studies rather than his looks. Your gift told him that you saw not Vil Schoenheit the actor, but Vil your hardworking boyfriend.

Seeing your nervous expression, Vil chuckled as he finally spoke, the cute bookmark firmly in his grasp. “If this is for me, I believe It’s for me to decide if it’s acceptable.”

“I-I guess?”

“Good, because I’ve decided to keep this.” Closing the gap, Vil placed a kiss upon your face, teasingly close to your lips. With a confident smile, Vil took pleasure with your burning cheeks.

“Thank you for the gift, my cute spudling.”

If it wasn’t already clear to everyone, Rook’s primary love language are words of affirmation. You could sneeze and suddenly he has written a sonnet about how beautiful the cringling of your face was.

I’m only slightly exaggerating.

Rook is by no means afraid to show his admiration for anyone, least of all his beloved. All of his words and actions are all done without an expectation of getting something in return.

But lately, you have become a bit of an enigma to him. You would spend hours upon hours with him, smiling and capturing pictures of the two of you. Other times, you would swiftly leave back to your dorm, excusing it as needing to study but you would vehemently decline his offer to help you.

Don’t get him wrong, watching your concentrated gaze is gorgeous, the way your heartbeat steadies and letting out soft but longer exhales as though you’re making decisions secretly in your mind. Rook couldn’t help but wonder, what is it that captures your attention that has you gazing off away from him?

“Rook, can I visit you today?”

Oh my, it has been a while since you last requested such a thing. Partially because you both knew his Housewarden would have a fit if he wasn’t aware. But eventually, Vil gave you special permission, mostly because Rook would have found a way to either sneak you into his room or he might sneak in the middle of night to see you. Vil knew Rook would never have gotten caught but he’d rather let you stay than have the migraine of a vice-housewarden breaking curfew and ruining his beauty sleep.

“Oui, mon trésor. I would request approval from my Housewarden immediately.” Rook could never deny you of anything, especially if he means you could have more time to admire you in the comfort of his room.

When night fell and the two of you were alone, sitting on the hunter’s bed. You were nervously wringing the handles of the bag in your hand. Doubts filled your head as you wondered if the gift was even slightly capable of living up to your boyfriend’s expectations, regardless of how silly that sounded.

You knew that whatever you would give him, Rook would love and appreciate it with full sincerity. But, that doesn’t mean you weren’t nervous. The gift should be considerate, you thought. Something that shows the love you had for the eccentric blond and his odd… let’s say interests.

You looked to said odd man, who’s piercing green eyes caught your gaze. Rook noticed your nervousness and the mysterious bag but said nothing. Instead, he kindly waited for you as you calmed yourself, soothing you with gentle touches to your knee. The huntsman can be a lot to some, but he’s also patient and so supportive.

Finding your strength, you presented your gift to Rook. Curiously, Rook took what seemed to be a journal from your hands. It was only when he opened the book to see its content was he surprised.

Him. He saw him in a multitude of photographs that decorated the pages of the journal, lined with cute frames and drawings. Some photos were of moments he remembered, such as days where you visited him during his club, cute dates around the town, or simply just moments of serenity between the two of you.

Rook felt his cheeks flush as his eyes caught the little captions written near the photographs, dates and words written in your handwriting.

“My handsome mad scientist” “His dashing profile is so cool” “His warm arms around me ♡”

“I realized the last time I came to your room that you only had photos of other people” you had glimpses of the wall of photos that consist of people he admired the most, you included. “So, I wanted to give you a photo album of what I find beautiful…you.”

Your boyfriend scared you as the young blond suddenly stood up from the bed, eyes sparkling with excitement as he scanned through the pages filled with memories. “Mon tresor, this is absolutely exquisite! To think my beloved has been watching me with such an unwavering, loving gaze fuels a pleasurable delight within me. Oh, très bien!”

But Rook worriedly commented on something notable. “But, there are still pages left unfilled. Were our moments too few and rare to fill the album?”

“It wasn’t that.” you rubbed your hands as you felt the nerves return. “I was hoping that we could fill the last few pages together…like a couple.”

It was then the hunter kneeled before you, his hands reaching out to grasp yours as he looked into your eyes with a special loving gaze only shown to you. You couldn’t tell if you were captured in his devoted gaze or if it was Rook that felt compelled to hold you, to comply with each and every one of your wishes.

“You speak as though I would dare to deny my precious beloved. I’d be honoured to make more memories with you, now and far however long you will have me.”

With constant surveillance from his wards *coughSebekcough*, Malleus’ moments with you were rare but still meaningful. Some nights, Malleus would wander near your dorm, especially when he noticed the lights of your room, signifying you’re there and awake. And like always, you would open your doors for him with a sweet laugh and inviting smile.

But lately, Malleus has seen that your bedroom lights would be dimmed, and that you would take notice of his presence slower than usual. Once or twice would be of no concern to him. But, as it slowly became a habit, he began to worry.

He spoke of his concerns with Lilia, perhaps in the older fae’s experience he came across a similar predicament amongst humans.

Only for the veteran fae to be of no help, instead chuckling in amusement before giving his young dragon a cryptic comment “You will understand soon enough. My, how you are in for a treat~”

Malleus chose not to question further, nor did he question the odd coincidence that you asked him to visit you that very night.

“I don’t suppose there is a hidden agenda to your invitation, dear?” As Malleus made himself comfortable in your guest room, he noticed some changes since his last visit.

Firstly, the furniture were arranged to be more spaced out, although the TV was still quite close. Then, there were almost an absurdly large amount of pillows and blankets, to the point that some have started to pooled onto the floor.

“Hmm, you sound as though I’m being suspicious” you laughed good-naturedly, “But I do have a surprise for tonight.”

Coming from the kitchen, you pulled out a stacked fairly large, cold container. With Malleus’ keen senses, he could pick up a very subtle sweet scent mixed with a chilly sensation, and a familiar delight came to mind.

“Ice-cream?”

You nodded. “Made by yours truly. I asked Lilia if there was a particular flavour you like, but he said you weren’t really picky.”

Unceremoniously, you sat down next to the tall fae before handing him an ice-cream container. “I was trying out different recipes and ideas all week, tweaking it along the way.”

The results of your work appear to be a multitude of flavours with varying degrees of sweetness. From classics such as chocolate and vanilla to more subtle sweet flavours such as coffee and pistachio. Some were swirls of combinations with fruits or nuts, and some were flavours unique to his hometown, which he imagined were hard to procure.

“I may not be able to shower you in riches, or protect you like your knights…” you gave an embarrassed smile and gaze at your silent companion. “But I could at least make you something sweet, just so you could smile even a little.”

Behind your nonchalant smile, you do feel anxiety swirling as you worry your efforts pale in comparison to the luxuries your powerful boyfriend owns. Malleus is a fae of the highest standing and thus, his actions have more impact than the average man or fae.

But…he was your amazing boyfriend nonetheless, who smiled softly back at you.

“Thank you, child of man. Knowing the effort my beloved has done for me alone, I shall cherish this feeling for centuries to come.”

Your cheeks burned slightly over the sincerity, so you quickly diverted the conversation. “W-Well, just giving someone ice-cream would be too boring, so I thought we could spend the night watching bad rom-com movies while we eat. Call it a human custom of sorts.”

“Is it imperative that the movies must be bad?”

You shrugged “Not really, but it usually is.”

Setting the movie up, you returned to the makeshift nest of comfy blankets and pillows with Malleus sitting by you. The confused fae watched as you handed him a tub of handmade ice-cream and a spoon before picking a container for yourself, a strange feeling of intimacy unfamiliar to him…but not an unpleasant one.

[rainbowsillz]

How they react with someone mocking you.

✰ — Feat; Everyone X GN! Reader.

✰ — Summary: A situation where they witnessed it.

Riddle, Sebek, Floyd, Leona + (Hot-headed.)

And who would dare to do that with you?! He thought he made it obvious here that no one was to upset you, it seems words of mouth wasn't adequate. They had the gall to tarnish your feelings, he wouldn't let that slide, so, he'd confront the culprit for a good 'talk.' As your significant other, he cannot condone this behavior.

Trey, Jade, Rollo, Jamil, Silver, Vil + (Mature.)

He's serene with this, despite the fact that he's mad. It's like the calm before the storm, with how he looks at the perpetrator. He's sending back a chilling glance at them, as much as he'd like to resort it, conflicts wasn't ideal, he must look after your welfare.

Lilia, Cater, Ruggie, Kalim, Rook, Azul + (Cute.)

Tries to cheer you up by diverting your focus elsewhere. Do you want food? Candies? A pat on the head? A hug (´･ω･`)? Don't cry, he'd seriously do anything to stop that. If he didn't know what you like, he'd bring EVERYTHING to you, books, magazines, etc.

Idia + (Too introverted.)

If you think he will fight for you, just no, he would probably take you to a nearby anime cafe instead as a means to distract you....

Malleus, Epel, Jack, Deuce, Ace + (Violence.)

Peace was never an answer for him. *Pulls out a magical pen.*

[etheries1015]

Do you think you could write a fic where MC!Reader who enthusiastically says yes to Rook's proposal for love?

For context:

Every time I read this I just want to reach through the screen and give him the biggest kiss.

YES I'M SO GLAD SOMEONE POINTED THIS OUT BECAUSE I ADORE THIS LINE. I don't care what anyone else says I LOVE Rooks quirky-ness and honestly how am I supposed to find love when he does it ALL???? I would also enthusiastically agree to marry this man. I am glad we can agree on this, Anon

i'm gonna be honest I misread this at first and thought you were asking for a marriage proposal fic, sooooo I wrote two HAHA. This one is the acceptance of the gift he offered above, and i'll link the marriage proposal fic I just wrote HERE <-

An enthusiastic "yes"

featuring: Rook

General warnings: Gender Neutral reader, shorter than you may have hoped, I apologize but I hope you like it nonetheless!

TW: none!

Your birthday had finally come upon you, and the first the greet Ramshackle with his typical smile of affection and enthusiasm, Rook was there to offer his services to you.

"It is your birthday is it not? Normally I'd have planned something grandiose such as 500 poems to express my gratitude towards you, however, I decided to allow it be your choice this year!" You giggled at this, sitting on the couch and crossing your legs.

"I'm not sure I could ask for anything better than 500 poems about me... I'm sure I can think up of something, though. Tell me, what are your boundaries for my request?" You smiled at him with raised eyebrows. Rook returned your eager smile in full.

"Perhaps hunting lessons from yours truly! I'm sure you would look absolutely manifique in hunting attire. My love is on the table as well, of course..." Your eyes widened at this statement, your mouth opening slightly and a laugh escaping your lips. You jumped up from your seat and clasped your hands together in excitement, leaning forward with a bright smile on your features.

"I'll take you up on that offer!" Rooks typically smiley demeanor suddenly shifted, his lips turning into a shocked "o" and piercing eyes wider than yours at the suggestion.

"My...love? that Is what you truly want for your birthday?"

"Yes. Absolutely. And for the rest of our lives, preferably." You said without hesitation.

A large, mischievous grin brighter than you have ever seen plastered upon his glowing features as he picked you up bridal style and headed towards the door. (I would you say would resist, however, I would also say anyone who loves Rook would be incredibly eager at this action.)

"If it is my love you so eagerly desire, then, mon amour, my love is all yours! I shall start by reciting 500 poems I have already memorized to you, and then-" You listened with intent and hearts in your eyes as he began listing all the things he wished to do with you, and the fact you were so enthusiastically agreeable to his half-joke...

you two truly were going to be the talk of the campus, known as NRC couple of the decade.

[mrsrookhunt]

Rook, a bad joke!

Yuu: You've Rooked up.

Rook: ...Excuse-moi?

Yuu: I can't Rook the other way any longer.

Rook: Mon Tricksteur--

Yuu: I'll have to ta--

Rook: Tricksteur...

Yuu: I'll have to take my ROOKVENGE--

Rook: Stop--

Yuu: SO ROOK THE OTHER WAY--

Rook: NON, TRICKSTEUR, STOP IT!!

-An Excerpt from 'How to Annoy a Rook'.

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TWST Smut Request Rook Hunt: Reader has a MASSIVE breeding kink and needs him to stretch her out and come undone inside. She wants to feel him twitch and pulse, riding his high for dear life. He's just pounding her into the plush mattress so drunk on this love, consequences be damned.

Maybe he excuses himself with something nebulous like 'hunters instincts' or 'call of nature' but you don't seem to process what he's saying.

(AFAB Reader)

He definitely would have a breeding kink. This is smut, so be warned

Rook Hunt

You both love talking about the future and what could be once you graduate. He wants to have at least three children, a large family to carry on the Hunt family legacy. He wants to marry you and live in a cottage somewhere in a forest, where he will provide for you and your family, walking in and seeing you carrying the youngest child on your hip.

Call it a “human’s instinct”, a “call of nature”, or a man who is very much in love with you and wants a life with you.

The thought alone was enough to get him fucking salivating at the mouth; filling you up full of his cum repeatedly, not caring about the possible consequences because he would love to have a family. He is fully aware that you both are still in college, and is on-board with any protection preferences you have, but the thought still lingers in the back of his mind whenever he reaches his limit.

One day, you bring it up when you both are about to go deeper than just the ordinary makeout session in his locked bedroom. You tell him that you have a breeding kink, and he is absolutely ecstatic. Of course, there are still things to consider, like you both are not in stable situations and have no experience with raising children. He will support you if you want to go on birth control, and will help with the side effects. However, if you say that you wanted to just go raw without protection, he wants to make you aware of the possibilities that come with that.

When you do accept the terms of conditions, his lips are on yours and you feel yourself being pushed back into his bed. He moved from your lips to your neck as you felt him unbuttoning your shirt. As he went button by button, more skin was exposed to the rather cold air. He just kept going lower and lower, kisses trailing from the valley of your breasts to your stomach.

Then he separated and started unbuttoning his own shirt while you worked on your pants. Eventually, the hunter grew too frustrated and just tore his shirt off of himself, saying that he could just buy himself another one as he started pulling your pants down and making quick work of your panties. 

He went back to kissing your lips as one of his hands went down and started playing with your bundle of nerves. It was all very slow at first, before he started picking up the pace with his fingers. Eventually, he pulled away before you could reach your high. Your groan of dissatisfaction did not go unnoticed by Rook, and he giggled before leaning down towards your ear and whispering:

“Be patient, mon amour.”

He went about taking off his own pants before pulling down his boxers, revealing his erected cock. It was not anything to laugh at, and you were a bit worried about it going inside you. He saw your worried expression and made sure to reassure you that it would fit inside as he crawled back on top of you.

Both of you were very excited to feel each other raw, with nothing in the way. It was such a new concept, but one that filled your hearts with both love and lust.

He aligned his shaft with your entrance, placing one more kiss on your lips, then slowly entering. Moans and groans made their way from both of you. As good as it felt for the hunter to finally feel you in your purest form, he knew that he had to let you adjust to him. Even if you both have done this before, he knows that it’s still a bit to get used to.

When you give him the nod, he starts pulling out to the point where only his tip is inside of you, and the sensation was absolutely euphoric. A few more thrusts later, and he had a steady rhythm going. 

At this point, there definitely was no backing out. You looked into his eyes and you saw something primal. This was a whole other side to the man you loved, and you were savoring it.

A few moments in this position, and he suddenly pulled out. Your eyes widened, worried that he was done, but instead he grabbed your thighs and pushed them to your chest before continuing. He was hitting depths you never knew existed, and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head in just pure pleasure.

Had he not been a bit preoccupied, Rook could have started tearing up because this was a once-in-a-lifetime experience that he got to share with his beloved. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on how you look at it), he was busy trying to breed you.

He seemed to notice that you looked a bit overwhelmed, and he tried telling you that he had no control over himself at the moment, but you didn’t care. He was hitting that special spot inside of you with every single thrust, and you were nearing your climax.

It didn’t take too long for you to cum on his cock, and your pussy was clinging onto him so tightly that he neared his climax as well. It was so warm when he did, and he faltered a bit as he enjoyed emptying himself in you.

However, you were not finished.

“Rook Hunt, if you don’t keep fucking me right now, I don’t know what’s going to happen.”

This caused the hunter to chuckle before he started thrusting into and out of you again. Both of you were still very sensitive, but that’s what made it so much better.

You both went on, fucking like rabbits for many hours. By the end, you were filled with his cum and his pelvis was covered with both of your hours of work.

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conversations and quality time - d. malleus, s. idia, h. rook, & t. ace

summary; "i want a man who can yap, so i can enjoy his existence and ignore my own." - me

genre/extra tags; scenarios/hcs, shamelessly writing about my type of men, ranking (but not really) twst boys based of how much i would enjoy their yapping when im feeling empty, fluff, slightly comedy, ace is a loveable dickhead, idia and i are nearly one in the same (im sorry), gaming knowledge included (knowledge not required, it's funnier), rook is rook (and i love that for him), established relationships with all (dating), mischaracterization probably, reader is NOT YUU, written by someone who wishes to have moments like these with a friend, idia is my obvious favorite here im not sorry abt it

a/n; as the summary says. i thought of this like,,, at midnight and i thought abt characters i like and how they would ramble bc i love asmr where people just talk since i slept a lot surrounded by people talking casually during parties and it helps me just silence the raging storm in my mind about being a shitty adult

malleus draconia finds you with no troubles. he always knows when you're available most of the time. and he's always excited to be around his human companion. and he's even more excited to just spend time with you in general.

he could talk on and on for hours. and he does just that when he knows that you're not feeling very talkative or when you're feeling non-verbal. sometimes you just want to enjoy his presence, you like being in the moment. he doesn't question it at all. he knows that sometimes you might not catch everything he's saying, but he can't find it in himself to be frustrated at you.

his voice is so tender and gentle when it comes to being around you. just the right amount of deepness without sounding too rumbly(?). he talks about his interests or his day. sometimes, he even talks about his home if he feels like it. he lets you lay all over him if you want, while he talks. occasionally, he just stops talking to bask in your presence and how much he loves you.

he would read you a story if you asked him

10/10 would fall asleep to his voice

never gets mad if it happened

peak quality time

he would even sit in silence with you if you wanted to

idia shroud is the type of guy to not say anything about his interests until you ask. so you gotta initiate first, and then he just starts... and he doesn't stop. you ask one thing about the game he's playing all of a sudden, he's talking to you about this moba game that has shitty adcs and bad junglers? you might not understand anything of what he's saying, but he's so cute when he's passionate.

depending on the game he's talking about, his voice can change pretty quickly. he's a little squirrel-y but that's the charm of it all. he's more emotional about things that he would like to admit. crying over a lost 50/50 chance for his ssr roll, yelping upon getting dove under tower by 4 other players, complaining about grinding for materials for the newest armor set, laughing about how everyone is bad at the game except him then proceeding to cry about how he's bad at the game upon dying after his previous statement.

the only time he is calm is when he's lying in bed with you. he's still a little panicky, but that's just how he is. he ends up playing his mobile games to calm himself down. if you're lucky, you crawl into his arms without making him too flustered. (he's still getting used to having you in his arms and not a plain pillow.) this section is getting long, but his voice is quiet (when he's not playing a pvp game), deep but not as deep as malleus, but his voice is still like a warm fresh baked cookie or as warm as a nice home. and when he's just whispering to not disturb you... god, what i would do to make that happen for me..

god i love him.. he would do his damn hardest to make sure you're comfortable

he's not one for silent quality time imo

9/10 if you like gamer vibes, 5/10 if you don't like loud

but i love loud but not deafening.

the kind of person i would fall asleep in a discord chat with (not even a discord kitten joke. /gen)

rook hunt doesn't need to even be seen to be spending time with you. you somehow match his freak, and don't find yourself being scared when you feel his lingering presence. for all the compliments and praises he sings every day, he's also very quiet when he wants to be.

you've been dating him long enough to see him as a guardian angel more than a hunter, and he knows it. during the times he does decide to actually be around and not hide in a tree, he's the type of guy to gently praise you until you sleep or talk about every detail about you that he adores.

his voice is low and sweet. he talks quietly with an elegant softness that most pomefiore members are trained to have. when he speaks about things of beauty, he holds an air of admiration and adoration. it's mostly evident when it comes to you.

he would cure all my insecurities

he's so caring, he's literally that cute drawn emoji of just "holds in hands gently"

8/10, i can't handle too much praise, i simply die /j

giving guardian angel in an oddly endearing way

he is gentlemanly elegance !!

ace trappola is a tsundere. you hate to hear it. but he is, sometimes. but he's deceptively caring. he's grumbling about just simply wanting to sit around and do nothing but be near each other but he loves it. he's the one who somehow gaslights you (jokingly) into just sitting together or laying together into moments like these. he'll complain but he's giving you a blanket or tugging you into his hold while he's muttering like a grumpy kid.

he really is the kind of boyfriend who is really a best friend before anything. he's definitely sharing gossip and yapping away as you sit there in his arms, enjoying the way he speaks with energy and drama. he's a little dramatic but when is he not? though there's definitely been a moment where he drops some random lore/gossip about some person and you can't help but laugh in shock because how did he get this information?

his voice is kind of warm? it's hard to explain, but his voice is warm and has a natural mischievous tone to it. he talks to you like you've been around him for years and not just when you first met around the first days of being at nrc. he talks to you like you were his first friend. he's endearing.

he would annoy you if you fell asleep while he was talking

would poke, prod, squish whatever bit of body his hands could get to

9/10, -1 bc being ticklish with ace around is a play fight waiting to happen

giving friends to lovers sweethearts and i love it

we love a grumpy but loving boyfriend !!

[shytastemakerthing]

HIHIHI AND THANK YOUS O MUCH FOR MAKING THE REQUEST OF ALBINO! READER WITH POMEFIORE TRIOS🥀‼️

I WOULD LIKE TO REQUEST ANOTHER ONE IF YOU DONT MIND WITH VIL,ROOK,JADE WITH ETHEREAL SIREN! READER (just imagine since it had been killing me to think of it.. And sorry as well.. Also the reason the reader is ethereal is that they are quite majestic being that is stylish with pearls and etc, not to mention they are pretty pale white on their siren form with their scales as well that shines when reflected. Also imagine what type of scenario you can imagine or put in effort since id be happy because I don’t see these types of requests to others☹️🥀 Also you can ignore this if this is too much💔)

A/N: Hello, lovely anon! I am so glad that you like our Pomefiore trio with our albino!reader! I was rather excited when I received this particular request due to rather loving the idea of such a beautiful siren and their style. I do hope that you enjoy this request!

Tw: Brief mentions of drowning and death in Jade's section

Request: Vil, Rook, and Jade with an ethereal Siren!reader

You quite literally took his breath away the first ever moment that he laid eyes upon your absolutely stunning form

You were in your natural, siren form when he first saw you, opting to take advantage of the weekend by slipping into the saltwaters of your natural environment, or rather, the closest you could be which would be in Octavinelle

He had been delivering something to Azul in regards to the last housewarden meeting when he was passing through and saw you resting on one of the rocks, tail flowing in the water, pearls adorning your hair, decorating your collarbone

Your scales shimmering in the water, making them look as if they were the purest of diamonds

Oh, but what had him, what lured him the most, was your voice

It was unlike any other he had heard before

Sure, he had heard some rather stunning singing voices, but yours?

It was as if he was in a trance and couldn't turn his gaze away from you

Feeling a pull that he had to go to you

And he almost did, had Azul not found him first, as he somehow lost track of the time watching you, and was rather quick to tell the Pomefiore housewarden just what you were

A siren? He had heard of them, but never actually encountered one before

The next time he saw you, was when you signed up for the Film Studies club

You looked just as ethereal as a human as you did in your natural form

Your clothing flowing in the soft breeze, light and airy, those same pearls still woven into your hair, only in a new pattern, he could even see the slight sheen that your skin now held, which reflected beautifully in the right lighting

He was lured in by your voice, just as beautiful as when you were singing, and you were lured in at the beauty he held, a rather perfect match if you ask anyone else

It was safe to say that anyone who saw the both of you, the spotlight would be where you both were

Which Vil certainly did not mind

Now, perhaps you would like to join him in the next VDC competition? With you on the team, they would be sure to win

Ah, the self proclaimed hunter of love himself

When he first heard the sounds of a beautiful maiden singing much closer to the docks, who was he to resist?

Not when your voice carried so beautifully through the air, as if carried by the wind itself to grace his ears

But oh, when he first gazed upon you?

By the shores of the ocean, at the ports that resided Sage's Island, there you were

Perched along the rocks, much of your tail still hidden beneath the crashing waves, it was as if he had been struck by a cupid's arrow....... several times

Your beauty was unmatched, and he must admit to it, not even Niege or Vil could compare

The way your scales shimmered like diamonds, pearls adorning your features, the way your skin seemed to glow under the light of the sun, it was all too much for him to contain

Which is what led him calling out to you, and you leaping into the water not a moment later

He had tried to search for you beneath the waves as soon as he made it down the rocks but to no avail

After that, throughout the duration of the Port Fest, he would often make his way to those rocks once more in hopes of being able to see you again

Closer to the end of the day, he found himself sitting at the docks, legs resting in the water before taking notice of someone coming to sit next to him

Was left in awe at seeing you sitting there next to him, legs replacing the tail he had seen you with, but still just as breathtaking

Even now, your skin still shimmered as if it were pure diamonds

As it turns out, you also came to see the festival, coming closer to land to see how the humans celebrated and seeing his curiosity in regards to you, you grew more curious of him

It was safe to assume that you would both be seeing much more of each other

Perhaps you would like to give him a tour of your underwater home?

He certainly had his fair knowledge of sirens, being a mer himself, though it was rather rare that he actually encountered one

Sirens weren't often seen around where he grew up within the Coral Sea and as sirens were known and seen to be far more aggressive, as they opted to lure their prey with their beautiful voices before either drowning or taking them out another way, he was one to keep his guard up

Though, when he first encountered you, he certainly could tell that you were no human

Your skin held a similar sheen that most mer students had when they appeared as human, only yours, more so

Like the brightest pearl, reflective of any light that grazes upon it

Speaking of pearls, there were a number of them that were woven into your hair in a beautiful pattern, your neck and ears graced with them

He couldn't quite tell what type of mer species you were

But that was until he had heard you speaking to another student, said student almost appearing in a trance

You were a siren

The first he had ever seen up close

The first one he had ever heard

As his parents would warn him and his brother: if you can hear the siren, it's already too late

And then, you were looking at him

Your eyes seeming to strike his very soul, he's never felt this exposed and you were only looking at him

The next encounter happened when he was actually out on one of his hikes, being the one and only member of the Mountain Lovers Club

As it turns out, you share his affinity for the nature that was on land

You had been kneeling down in the dirt, a pair of gloves on your hands, singing while you seemed to be foraging

Oh, by the sevens your voice, the way that you sang, he could already feel the natural pull that a siren held when they were ensnaring their victims, and here he was, falling into that same snare

He only managed to snap out of it when you called to him, having taken notice of his presence, a gentle smile on your face, looking far more ethereal up close

Jade didn't even realize just how quickly his heart was beating as he managed to display that practiced, kind smile

What was that? You would like to join his club?

Well, perhaps mother and father wouldn't mind this siren.......

I can't begin to tell you how much I loved writing this one, anon! As someone who lives close to the ocean and has always loved the lore that surrounds these creatures, this was possibly one of my more favorite writings, I hope that you enjoy it as much as I do!

Have a wonderful day/night!

[yan-lorkai]

pleasee yan! Rook x tomboy! reader

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: This got quite small but I hope you like it, darling!

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook is, first and foremost, an admirer of beauty and your beauty got him mesmerized the moment he saw it. He is fiercely protective of you, admiring your independent and adventurous spirit, and going to great lengths to keep you safe and sound. Though he also struggles with conflicting emotions, feeling adoration for your tomboyish charm, yet battling with his own jealousy, especially since others are drawn to your unique style and captivating personality.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ He likes staring at you, imagining you in all sorts of clothes, colors and styles, giggling to himself as he draws you on his sketchbook. Rook likes to buys you clothes and accessories that suits you, taking into account your personal tastes. He likes to show you off plus having you being so excited and happy to see what he got you this time, even if you don't like to have him spending so much money in you, fuel his ego a little bit. And he can always shower you on compliments.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ You often finds yourself under Rook's watchful eye as he likes being near you. And if you let him, Rook is more than happy to do your hair and make-up, humming to himself while he turns you into a masterpiece - not that you particularly need it, he loves you just as much as when you're without makeup and all messy. You're perfect, either way.

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Rook may resort to manipulation to keep you close to him, sometimes subtly encouraging you to focus on your hobbies and studies or using emotional tactics to ensure you'll remain by his side. The hunter doesn't like to share his prey at all.

[monochromefilms]

NO NOT THE TSUM ANGET, ANYTHING BUT THE TSUM ANGST

"You may as well take my heart Yuu, it's already full of you!" And yet it will never be Yuu.

Tw: Tsum Angst, possibility of bad grammar, possibility of ooc, not pre read, possibility of being cringe.

Pairing: Vil x Yuu, One-sided Rook

Does this count as bullying? Who knows. Tsum angst.

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It hurt him. That was a simple fact.

It hurt him and yet it was beautiful. It was beautiful to see two of the most magnificent beings come together, forming an equally more ethereal couple. But it still hurt, since he liked you first. Little Tsum, how he speaks to the smaller version of himself in such a private place. He has everything to thank for his Roi Du Poison, but his heart was already given to his Trickster. Even as Vil changed him by seeing his own beauty, he can't help but resent him secretly for being with Yuu. Maybe he shouldn't have given his heart to Yuu. Such a trickster would only play with it until they get tired. Every needless push and pull. He has too many words to say to describe such a person that he has given his heart, mind, and body as well to. And yet he could only say so little as he watches on the side. He sighs, his thumb rubbing the soft felt skin of his small plush self, placing it down next to its lover. A small version of Yuu. Even if there wasn't a way for him to be with such a beauty in this universe, at least he was sure he would be with you again in the next. The small loving squeaks of his small self to its lover, saying all he couldn't in this world. One, two, and three squeaks to the small plush version of Yuu. Je t'aime, Filou....

[rainbowsillz]

How they react with a marriage proposal.

✰ — Feat; Everyone X GN! Reader.

✰ — Summary: You were bold today with this in mind.

Sebek, Rollo, Jack, Azul, Riddle + (Flustered.)

You're shameless! How could you ask that in class, he should be diligent in his quests. His face was as scarlet as balloons from a festival or cherries from a market, “T-That's not happening if you don't take care of your scores!” The heat on his cheeks doesn't seem to fade despite this. “Don't giggle at me, you're the worst..”

Vil, Trey, Silver, Cater, Jamil + (Rejection.)

He turns down your words. He had a lot of reasons— his age, insecurities, a lack of understanding relationships, he had excuses but the main one is he doesn't believe now is the right time for him and you. “I'm sorry, I can't agree with that.” He said back to you.

Floyd, Ruggie, Jade, Leona + (Cockiness.)

Oh, you like him? Why don't you tell him how much? Good luck with that because he's not going to have you walk away from him after proclaiming this. The feeling is mutual, isn't that true?

Lilia, Kalim, Ace, Deuce, Epel + (Silliness.)

My, my—! He’d pet you even if you're a worm, he's 1000% a sweetheart and dependable partner for you ^_^ I think...?

Idia + (In denial.)

You have to be genuine, please, please don't give him false hope.

Rook, Malleus + (Happily.)

He kneels down to the ground before presenting a golden ring for you just because he can (when did he get this was beyond you). “I don't intend on taking a no. Will you allow me to spend an eternity along your side?” He innocently looked up as you flushed at him.

[etheries1015]

A sudden proposal

featuring: Rook

General warnings: Gender neutral reader

TW: none!

Rook was a master of the theatrics, someone with a sharp eye and a tongue that wove poems into every sentence he said. Although his great gestures of flirtatiousness and romance were seen by everyone as sometimes "creepy," You thought these gestures were the most romantic and heart-melting of things anyone could do. His words never failed to make your heart skip a beat and a smile spread from ear to ear. Despite not officially dating, it was obvious to anyone around that you two were truly a match made in heaven.

"Mon amour! How Magnifique! Perfect!" Rook cried out as you panted, sweat beading your forehead after letting go of the string of the bow and making your target on point for the first time. You dropped the bow and began to jump in excitement, Rook gave you a round of applause before shooting compliments out of his mouth, grabbing both of your warm hands and peering into your eyes with his striking green gaze. He began telling you how amazing you did, how beautiful you looked doing it, how he's never seen such determination and progress as you had shown.

"I'm sweaty and gross right now, though," You laughed, shaking your head and looking down. Rook raised an eyebrow before using both of his hands to cup your cheeks and lift your gaze to his.

"You've never looked more beautiful, in your most natural and vulnerable of states. Seeing you so undone makes my heart race and beat so loud i'm afraid all the prey in the area will go running! This feeling...i'm sure of it. I must marry you!"

You had to stare at him for a little while after that with your jaw ajar. You blinked not once, not twice, not three times... you lost count very quickly of how long you stared and blinked to try and process the words that had just come out of his mouth before you burst out laughing. Just leave it to Rook being so brazen and unpredictable, and to propose to you in such a manner. He will say love needs no ring and must come from the deep of the heart, so it was the moment he felt was appropriate. Ignoring all of the...circumstances of life. You finally managed to calm down, wiping your eyes and shaking your head in exasperation.

"I fully expect you to try this again with a ring and a little more class..." You teased, looking up at a hopeful Rook. Seeing him so smitten, you sighed and rolled your eyes with the same smile upon your lips.

"But what the hell! Okay, yeah... I'll marry you."

It was the start of a truly crazy, yet very worthwhile adventure. You'd expect nothing less from your hopelessly romantic lover <3

[coralinnii]

❋ If you’re a villain, then let me be your accomplice ❋

↳Reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy part 2

feat: Rook

genre: drama, slow burn romance, smitten fools,

note: sequel to reincarnated into a new world as the bad guy Rook ver., historical fantasy setting, sculptor!reader, reader is referred to as “Ma artiste” and “Mon amour��� by Rook, no pronouns used with the reader, mentions of beast hunting, 1.8k word count

While it refers to fictional beasts, this touches the controversial topic on hunting which can be sensitive to people. I’m not trying to claim that my own opinions or the opinions in this fic are right and you can have a stance against these opinions. Despite the controversy, I still decided to add this into the story because this world is supposed to mirror the era when this was practiced by people of the time and with Rook as a canonical huntsman, this fits the story well.

I choose to be transparent that this topic will be in this fic and if you are uncomfortable, you are free to ignore this story because I would rather you decide your comfort levels than have people read my story.

Random note: when my laptop died, all my banners are gone so yea…I changed my character banners again

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To your dismay, you found yourself facing the consequences for the actions of an obsessive character that convinced the famous knight Rook Hunt to be your fiancé.

Begging the Hunt family, you managed to settle a deal to repay the dowry the Hunt family paid to annul the engagement, since losing this engagement would cost their side more than yours.

Thankfully, the era of this world was the rising age of artistic revolution and the aristocracy was itching to find the newest trend of beauty and creative innovation, which you enthusiastically took as an opportunity to build your name in the field of art as a sculptor, starting off with simple desk ornaments to breathtaking statues.

Perhaps it was your silver lining that your still fiance Rook was a well-known admirer of all things beautiful as with his keen eyes, your sculptures stood out among others due to the added details of your subjects that your fiance pointed out as you work. You were confident in your skills but you owe it to Rook for enhancing the realism in your sculptures.

Initially, guilt ate away at your conscience for not only the forceful engagement you placed upon the knight (even if you weren’t directly responsible) but for also taking his help with your commissions without any benefits to himself. But the green-eyed man did not ever allow you to dwell in such thoughts.

“Non, ma artiste! Your works of art are the fruits of your passion and hard work that cannot be replicated. I may have given some notes here and there but the beauty of each masterpiece you created can only be brought out from your skillful hands.”

Rook smiled as he held your hands, still dirtied with bits of dried clay. The gaze of his bright green makes you feel somewhat self-conscious. You were a noble but you must have ruined the softness of your skin due to your long hours of work and stress. You tried to pull your hands back in embarrassment but your fiance held them firmly in his own gloved pair.

“Every scar, blemish, and crack is a show of your strength, mon amour. I could get lost tracing the lovely lines of your hands if you allow me.”

No matter how many others have praised you or your work, you couldn’t help the unique warmth in your heart that only appears when Rook sings them. But you chalk it up to your body reacting from old feelings held by the original character. It must be, right?

Your commissions have thankfully slowed down enough to give you a well needed break. You were curious to what might taking up the attention of the nobility right now which was how you learned about the bi-annual “Hunt of the Beasts” event.

You were initially terrified to learn the existence of magical beasts in this world and the danger that resides in the dense forests and mountainous lands that borders the kingdom. In order to maintain the beast population for the safety of the people and resources, the imperial family hosts an extravagant event for the knights and local mercenaries in the kingdom to vanquish the beasts. Some may call it barbaric or cruel, but for the safety of the villages and farms that reside near these beasts’ territories, it was an unfortunate necessity that is at least maintained by the imperial family to avoid excessive hunting that disrupts the delicate balance of the population.

Rook was a frequent participant of the hunt and of course he was going to be a participant. Typically, partners of the participants would attend the event as spectators waiting by the designated zones among other visitors. However, you were too new to this world and this will be the first hunt for you where you will surely come across images you weren’t sure you were prepared for.

Giant beasts…even thinking of their corpses. It’s too overwhelming.

You expressed your discomfort with Rook and despite his experience as a seasoned participant, offered words of understanding to you. The knight suggested that you could sit out from the event and he could explain to any curious busybody that you were not feeling well.

Once again, Rook warmed your heart with his words but there was some guilt still left behind within you. Despite the loveless engagement, Rook has wholeheartedly supported you in your passion and your work despite his own inexperience in the field, but you couldn’t bring yourself to accept something that he as a knight and huntsman took pride in. You allowed your fear win over and it left a bitter feeling in your heart.

The day has finally arrived and the dense forest that bordered the kingdom was busy with attendees of all status. Many have come to join to spectate and support the brave men and women who have trained to battle the dangerous beasts that lurk within the land that was darkened by wild greenery. Aides from the imperial palace watched over the event as participants were informed of the rules of the hunts; what to expect, what to capture, and what to avoid lest they choose to face punishment.

Rook surveyed his surroundings as he finished his last preparations. He saw both familiar faces and newcomers that hope to make a name for themselves today. Tents were filled with important families and even visiting guests from nearby lands either to observe or participate themselves. But he doesn’t see a glimpse of your figure.

Not that he expected it. He respected your choice not to attend the event. It could be that he has become too desensitized by the presence of beasts and monsters due to his work that he has forgotten how frightening it could be for a civilian to witness them in person.

Maybe during his hunt, he could find some wild flowers to bring back to you when he visits you later. Would you feel better if he did? You had such a conflicted expression on your face last he saw you so maybe a bouquet of rare flowers could brighten your mood, even bring you some inspiration for your art. Would you feel grateful, perhaps even smile for him as you call his name in appreciation…

“Rook.”

Ah, he could even hear you right now.

“Rook?”

A rare occurance, Rook was actually spooked to suddenly feel your presence behind him. The blonde knight did not sense you standing there, with him…at the Hunt of the Beasts.

“Mon amour, you surprised me!” His green eyes almost couldn’t believe it. “I thought you’d chose not to attend this year.”

To be fair, you’re surprised yourself. The whole idea of this event still feels unreal to you and your fear of witnessing something you’re not mentally ready for is still there. Even so…

“I want to support you, like you always have with me” you whispered shyly but Rook could clearly hear your voice at this distance. He then saw in your hands a small woven charm bracelet, a common blessing given to participants like him.

During the Hunt of the Beasts, traditions came about among the participants and non-participants. Those who participated in the hunt would offer their game as an offering to their lover as a show of devotion and strength to protect them from harm. In addition, non-participants could give a blessed items to the participant of their choice as a show of admiration or to wish them safety during the hunt.

You noticed the knight’s gaze and you felt more nervous than before. As this was your first attendance, this was also the first time offering a blessing to someone. When you told your servant you were going to the hunting event, he graciously gave you a woven bracelet and suggested that you offer it to your “lover”, much to your embarrassment.

But then you noticed the knight more closely and saw that he already had a number of bracelets and ribbons peeking out from his left arm sleeve. You supposed despite his eccentricity, Rook was still a very talented knight and quite attractive to people of all social status. Even if he was technically a taken man, this did not stop admirers from showing favour towards him with blessed charms and ribbons.

Mortified, you tried to hide the small bracelet as you put on a smile. “Since it was tradition, I thought I should bring you something but I should have guessed that you would have plenty of blessings from others. Adding more would probably be burdensome-“

You flinched slightly when you felt your hands being captured by another pair. You saw Rook’s gloved hands stopping your own but he had such an unreadable look in his eyes that you couldn’t tell what was on his mind.

“Rook?” The call of his name seemed to have woken him from his trance as Rook quickly gave you a smile before he spoke.

“Mon amour, I would be honoured to receive your blessing.” Releasing his grip on you, Rook removed the glove on his right hand where unlike his counterpart hand, was empty. “Would you please place it upon me?”

Nodding your head, you gently wrapped the woven bracelet around Rook’s wrist, careful not to tighten the knot too much since this was Rook’s dominant hand. You tried not to think too much about how he allowed your blessing and only yours on his right hand and not with the rest on his non-dominant hand.

“It doesn’t mean anything.” you tried to focus on something else and rested your eyes on Rook’s hand. It was not often you see it as the blonde-haired man tends to wear gloves as part of his uniform but you could see the rough calluses and scars littered about his fingers and palm. The skin of his hand was smoother than you expected (probably due to his friendship with the Schoenheit heir) but you can tell how hard Rook must have trained to be as skilled as he was today. How diligent this man is which earned the respect of many. While caressing his warm hand, you absentmindedly echoed the words he once spoke to you.

“Every scar, blemish, and crack is a show of your strength…How beautiful.”

Realizing what you just said aloud, you quickly let go of Rook’s hand before rushing to create distance between the two of you (when did you get so close to begin with?!).

“There, all done!” you did your best to hide your embarrassment with a smile. “I’ll be in one of the tents until the hunt is over. I wish you luck!”

With a quick bow, you rushed into a tent that was open, too flustered to look back and face your fiance.

A shame, really. Because you missed the opportunity to see a rare image of Rook with a rosy shade blooming across his cheeks and ears.

[octavinelle-oyster]

the vice housewardens with a kuudere reader who smiles around them for the first time? 🙇‍♀️

Characters : Trey, Jade, Jamil, Rook

Type : Headcanon, fluff

Info : gn reader, pre-established friendship Trey and Jade, Jamil could be read as pre-established friendship as well or pining, Rook is Rook

One smile and you use my heart against me ~Eva Simmons

Trey Clover

The two of you were secluded in the privacy of Heartslabyul’s kitchen, preparing an abundance of various pastries for the unbirthday party the next day.

Rule 347 clearly states that one must be in the kitchen at all times whist the oven is in use. Of course, while the oven was on, Trey was in the kitchen.

You had joined him an hour ago. Helping him mix up batter or prepping filling for tarts, occasionally taste testing here and there.

The two of you had fallen into a nice rhythm.

Mix up the crust for the tarts, pop it in the oven, prep the next crust, start on the filling, retrieve the cooked crust and replace it with the prepped one, and repeat.

The output in which Trey was making tarts had doubled since you joined him in the warm kitchen.

Yeah, that was it. The kitchen must have been warm. That's why he felt his cheeks grow hot at the sight of a small smile adorning your face as you scooped a spoonful of strawberry filling and brought it to your lips.

He didn't make a big deal out of it. Taking a mental screenshot of your blissful face and turning back to the oven.

He could only hope to see that look on your face again.

Maybe he could be the cause of a smile on your face instead of some mushed fruit next time.

Jade Leech

The botanical gardens of the prestigious school was nothing short of extraordinary.

The vast collection of herbs and plant life alike tended to easily wow many interested in botany.

Jade would easily maneuver around the various limbs that stretched too far out and into the path as well as a loin’s tail peeking out from under some foliage. Leading you to the back corner of the green house.

For the normal person, this would mean certain death. The Jade Leech leading someone anywhere secluded meant trouble.

But your biggest concern would be for your ears after listening to the teenager ramble about the assorted fungi in his collection.

Soon the two of you were in front of varied terrariums.

Jade picked up and even opened a few of the glass chambers as he poked and prodded at mushrooms. All whilst explaining their deadly qualities with a growing grin on his face.

His eyes would dart to yours as he went on about the symptoms of death cap mushroom poisonin.

“The signs of death cap mushroom poisoning include the following, low blood pressure, nausea, and–”

When his eyes locked with yours he wasn't expecting a grin on your face.

“–vomiting.” He quickly finished his explanation, his eyes lingering on your lips as they curved up.

A sight he didn't see often. His own lips became more upturned as he glanced away placing his beloved terrarium back where it was previously sat on a shelf with his name tied to it.

If he knew his own grin was so contagious he might let a genuine expression grace his lips more often.

Jamil Viper

His shoes squeaked across the court as he tried to keep up with the ball a few people ahead of him.

All this moving and straining was causing his left arm to cramp, pain shooting up and down his arm every time he so much as brushed it against someone.

“Sea snake!” was the only warning he got when Floyd sent the ball to him. Bouncing the ball across the ground in one swift motion to get to point a from point b.

Jamil reacted fast, palming the basketball with his left hand. He had to react fast. Being just a second too short could cost them the whole game.

He just wished Floyd wasn't always so rough on the court.

He was being chased across the floor as he dribbled the ball, aiming to go straight to the opposite team’s net and hopefully score enough points to get this over soon.

Were you watching him?

Jamil faintly remembered seeing your face in the crowd. Maybe he could catch a glance of your face if he was quick-

He hadn’t expected to see your lips turned up, even your eyes squinting. A genuine smile from you had rendered him enamored.

You’re smiling.

And the ball wasn't in his hands anymore.

Just like that, an RSA student stole the ball from him seconds before he was about to shoot.

Though, it didn't get very far. Another NRC student quickly got it back, scoring for the team.

Hopefully, you weren't watching him too closely to notice his eyes darting to you periodically throughout the game in the hope of catching you smiling again.

Rook Hunt

He didn't think you’d catch him sitting in the tree you always sat under during break.

With all the times he’d manage to watch over you, memorize your schedule, alter his daily paths just to catch a glimpse of you.

He didn't think you’d notice him.

It's better to watch from a distance.

Beautiful things are fragile, but Rook was often quick with his advances. He could easily bump you too hard and break you like a glass vase holding flowers.

When you came to a rest under the familiar branches lush with leaves, he watched.

He watched as you plucked flowers from the ground or scrolled aimlessly on your phone, his eyes locked on you as he sat perched among the tree’s limbs.

He let out a sigh. Maybe it was the peaceful atmosphere that had him so relaxed. Or maybe you were just nice to look at.

When you turned around and gazed upwards, a look of shock showed on your face before it melted down to a hesitant smile.

Sure, one-half of your lips were more upturned than the other, and maybe your eyebrows creased with a questioning look.

But it even caught the Rook Hunt off guard with the expression on your usually deadpan face.

He felt his own lips growing into a grin as he rested his hand on his palm, his elbow resting against his propped knee.

“Ah, hello de toute beauté~”

First official post holy fuck

I hope you like this🙏 Ik I didn't do all the vice housewardens but I wanted to get something posted and I currently have two other things in my inbox-

[valeriele3]

Hiii, I saw your post about reopening requests and I was wondering if you could do Rook Hunt x Reader when the reader gets sick? (Like maybe from the flu or a cold but nothing life threatening)

Rook Hunt x GN!Reader

I apologize for the massive ooc T-T I don't know how Rook speaks

"Trickster, you need to rest."

"I refuse."

"This isn't a matter you can refuse. You're ill; you need absolute rest."

"But I'm perfectly fine, Rook! See, I can move around like normal." You move your arms around as if to show that you're functioning like normal.

"Non!" he says sternly.

And.. now you're here.

Stuck in bed.

Missing your classes

All because that damn hunter kidnapped you and locked you in here.

"Make sure to drink your medicine, drink a lot of water, and most importantly, rest. I'll come back to check on you when time allows me to."

Normally, you wouldn't mind missing a day or two

since you could always ask your friends for notes and the lessons weren't that hard. You could always easily catch up.

But here, in Twisted Wonderland, you couldn't afford to even miss a single class.

Sure, some classes are fundamentally the same as the ones in your world, but at the same time, they are so different.

Your friends who're in the same class as you aren't much help either.

Sure, you can probably ask someone else for help, like Riddle, for example; he'll do an excellent job at making sure you're caught up with everything, but he's strict. Way too strict for your liking.

You're practically stuck in your own "home" until a certain 3rd year student who likes stalking people comes to "free" you.

All you can do for now is wait..

"Have you drank your medicine?"

"Yes"

"Water?"

"Yes"

"Rest?"

"..Yes..?"

He looks at you in disapproval.

"And here I thought I told you to rest properly."

"But I did! I even took a nap!"

"And how long exactly?"

"Ten minutes!"

He sighs, "C'mere." Reluctantly, you went closer to the man.

He places his hand on your forehead, checking your temperature.

"Oh my, you're burning up! Come, lay down." Hurriedly, he forces you to your bed to lay down.

"Stay there"

"I'll make some soup for you."

While waiting, you can gradually smell the soup coming together.

You can feel yourself drifting to sleep.

The stress and tiredness that have been accumulating seem to have finally hit you.

By the time his footsteps were within hearing distance, you were already in a deep sleep.

Creak

Step

Step

The footsteps halt. He looks down at you and places the tray carrying your food and medicine on the bedside table.

Slowly, cautiously, as if afraid any kind of movement or sound might wake you

He leans down and presses a chaste kiss on your forehead.

'Sleep tight, Mon Ange. I'll be here the whole time you need me.

By the time you woke up, it was already the next day.

Your fever is now long gone.

It amazes you how quickly it went away. It just took one day. It makes you wonder what the people here put in their medicine for it to work so effectively.

Hearing a noise from below, you get up from your bed.

Slowly, you go down the stairs, making sure that the wood doesn't creak as you do so.

You grab your trusty broom and head towards the source of the noise: the kitchen.

You prepare to hit the intruder when suddenly your broom is knocked out of your hands and you are put in a headlock.

"Oh?"

'ROOK!?' You scream internally.

Rook immediately lets go and apologizes. "I sincerely apologize; my body had reacted before I could even think."

"It's..Cough..Alright, cough what're you even doing here anyway?"

"Hm? Do you not remember? I came by yesterday to take care of you."

You try to recall the events that transpired yesterday.

Albeit it's a bit blurry, you now do remember Rook coming by.

"Ah, right, right, you did."

"I'm surprised you haven't left yet, Rook."

"How could I simply leave behind someone who is obviously not in their perfect state?" he says, a bit overdramatically.

Pausing on his words as if remembering something, he says

"Ah, the food. Go sit down; it's almost finished cooking."

As the first light of dawn filtered through the sheer curtains, the cozy breakfast nook was bathed in a warm, golden glow.

Just you, him, and the light that passes through the window, casting a warm and comforting atmosphere

The scene is serene.

You don't know what it is, but, for some reason, you don't want this to end.

You wish to stay in this serenity a bit longer, hoping that time will pause for even a second more to enjoy the scene you have before you.

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[shytastemakerthing]

I would like to request a Albino! Reader with Pomefiore version if you dont mind!! I really love your writing very much🥀🦇🦇

A/N: And the albino!reader series continues! I will admit, I had a lot of fun with this dorm, especially with Vil's part, I can only imagine how this man would react to our lovely albino!reader. Enjoy!

Tw: None

Request: Pomefiore with Albino!Reader

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The first time that this beautiful man saw you, he quite literally had to pause in his steps

Granted, he had seen you from behind

You were sitting on a bench in the courtyard underneath a tree, a parasol over your head and a book in your hand

The first thing he saw was your hair that he swore was brighter than the snow that would fall in the winter

You wore quite a bit of layers but in such a way that they complimented each other, and yourself, rather beautifully

Having made his way over, and finally being able to see your face, he saw more to the reason for your state of dress, rather than being rather fashionable and protecting yourself from the sun, that is

You were albino

Now, you were not the first person who he had seen with the condition, but you were certainly the closest that he has ever been, and in his opinion, rather the most beautiful

It is what led to where you both were now, several weeks later, and inside the comfort of his room

He has just returned from Film studies and you had met up with him just outside of the Pomefiore mirror

The sun was setting, casting a rather beautiful glow, mostly on yourself that made you look quite literally golden, a color he thought looked beautiful on you

He was helping you with your skin care for the night. After many talk, you were both able to find the best routine for you, and it has become a favorite part of your evenings

Would you like to accompany him to his next modeling shoot? He wouldn't mind sharing the spotlight if it was with you

Let's be honest, this man already knew of both you and your albinism, he knows pretty much everything at this point

Became quite the expert on albinism as well, no matter the severity, but paid closer attention to your specific type

Now, Rook is a very outdoorsy person and as much as he would love for you to join him, he knows that with your albinism, that makes things a bit more difficult

It was how you both met after all

Rook has just been returning from the latest Science Club meeting to see you underneath a tree trying to mend your broken parasol

It didn't take a genius to find out why you were shielding yourself from the sun

And much like the gentleman that he is, offered his assistance

Walking you back to Pomefiore dorm, after you agreed to spend some time with him, his hat on your head, his jacket over your shoulders

In his words, everything was history after that

You often went with him outside on days that were more cloudy where you would not have to worry about the sun as often

And on days where the sun was bright and shining, you would go with him for club activities, or join him in Pomefoire, he was happy either way, so long as he was able to spend time with you

His family has a home further north away from the heat and the sun isn't as bright. Perhaps you would like to join him there this summer?

Another boy who spent much of his life outside working on an orchard in Harveston

The upside to this, it wasn't as hot being that far up and in the mountains, which would make it a perfect place to visit

He had met you after magic shift practice after you had finished your own club activities and at first, thought you were much like Vil in not wanting to damage your skin with the sun

And in a way, he was right

But you had a very different reason

And after hearing how the sun can actually cause severe damage to your skin and eyes, due to your albinism, and how heat wasn't the best thing for you, he did feel a bit bad at first for the thought that you were like Vil, but kicked into gear in offering to help you back to your dorm

He offered his jacket as he used it to shield your shoulders and back from the sun

Rook saw this and reported back to Vil, given Epel hadn't shown up for his lessons...... Vil let it slide

After helping you back to your dorm, he certainly was very much like a charming country boy, seeing how his natural accent made you smile all cute like that

Several weeks later and you were underneath a shaded section of the bleachers, cheering Epel on, wearing one of his shirts during a magic shift game

His dorm members and fellow players saw that day just how intense he could be in a match and the players are inviting you back for every game

Wanna join him for winter break in Harveston? It would be perfect for you there.....and he's already told his grandmother so much...

Thank you for your request! Have a wonderful day/night!