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bunni-v1 · 1 year

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OMGG you wrote the first years finding out reader was a girl so well! i love it :D could i maybe request the same thing but for thirds years? thank you so much and have a good day :)

Third Years Find out You’re a Girl?!?!? (NOT CLICKBAIT)

TW: Rook and Lilia are creepy

Info: Trey, Cater, Rook, Lilia x Reader (platonic)

Tags: @kierancaz @danchann33 @arashrita

🍓Ahh, the third years… How I do love them. Please ignore my blatant favoritism in Rook… I just… I really <3 him. Truly, the third years are my absolute weakest character, but I hope I did them well. Remember, dorm leaders are on a separate post. Love you all, and enjoy <3

First Years

Ortho & Sebek

Second Years

Dorm Leaders

-Okay so, I know we’re all wondering, how the hell do you get away with hiding your gender for so damn long?

-Firstly, those ceremonial robes do great at hiding the figure. The only tell would maybe be your hair, but feminine men aren’t unwelcome at Nightraven College, so you mostly get a few questioning stares and that’s it.

-Secondly, Crowley wants to save his own fucking ass. He already has to hide from the press that he has a MAGICLESS student from ANOTHER DIMENSION here, he doesn’t need the fact that you are a woman ALSO on his plate. So, obviously, he helps you hide your gender from others.

-Grim knows, of course, and he keeps his mouth shut for a few yummy cans of tuna (and threats of being expelled from Crowley <3)

-Even when you were just a janitor, he couldn’t have the rumor that he put a “helpless” young woman to work. (Like it wouldn’t be expected.)

-So how do you two do it?

-Baggy ass uniform. Crowley gave you at least three sizes too big.

-Your figure is completely hidden. Sure, you look completely homeless, but at least you’re hidden.

-For your voice, you simply deepen it. After some point, you blackmail Crowley into giving you a potion to help with it, since it's so taxing on your voice. (Or maybe your voice is naturally deep!)

-Sam provides you (for an unfairly pretty penny (not too different from your original world…)) any feminine hygiene products you might need.

-Honestly, you’re set for being cared for, but it’s the adjustment period that’s the hardest part.

-Truly, it’s very jarring to suddenly be thrown into both a magical world and be isolated in a man's world with nowhere to hide.

-At least in your world you had other women who could understand your struggles. Here though? You’re completely alone.

-You notice how… messy some of these guys could be. How some of them smell… really rancid. -How rough they were with you and each other.

-Honestly, it’s kinda eye-opening. The way men show affection to each other is oddly refreshing to watch and experience!

-Ace and Deuce specifically are a good… trial run.

-That’s not what we’re here to talk about though…

-For the most part, it's incredibly easy to hide yourself for the first while on campus. Everyone on campus is so self-absorbed that they don’t bother questioning you.

-Your only real risk factor is Savannaclaw, but it's easy to avoid those guys (minus Jack, of course).

-However, you can only hide your gender for so long… It’s mentally draining to keep up this facade all the time around people you care about.

-So… how do they find out?

Trey

-Trey is a very good middle ground compared to everyone else in NRC.

-He doesn’t find out immediately like some people, but he finds out pretty soon into knowing you.

-Trey has siblings. Specifically, he has younger sisters he helped raise alongside his mother and father.

-He’s good at reading women thanks to his sisters. He knows many tells of discomfort, displeasure, dislike, etc..

-It’s different from how his brothers would show it, how others at NRC show it.

-He can’t even explain it, he just knows the differences and it makes sense to him.

-With you, he notices the tells. Notices that you deepen your voice and you shy away from the more… intimidating and touchy guys on campus.

-He’s not one to assume, though!

-He’s attended three years at NRC in the same class as Vil.

-He understands that gender expression presents itself in tons of different ways.

-You clearly prefer using he/him pronouns, Ace and Deuce use strictly male pronouns, so it’s not his place to say anything.

-Still… the way your eyes glitter when he praises you for doing well on your tarts reminds him a whole lot of his little sisters.

-It’s not till a bit later, shortly before Riddle explodes when he asks Cater that his suspicions are concerned.

-“Cater, don’t you think the new guy in ramshackle is a little…”

“Girl? Yeah, it’s kinda obvs.”

“Is it now…?”

-Cater pretty much lays out everything he noticed about you, and it matches up pretty well with what Trey was thinking.

-Still! Trey doesn’t want to force the idea that you’re a woman on you!

-What if you are trans, non-binary, or anything else? To assume something like that is completely awful, and he’s better than that.

-He’s not a troublemaker after all.

-So, during one of Heartslabyul’s tea parties, (much like many others at NRC), he pulls you aside just to get confirmation.

-“So, this might seem a little rude, but I want to make sure I’m respecting you.”

“…kay…”

“Are you a woman?”

“Didn’t Cater tell you already?”

-Oh. Okay. Cater was right. He shouldn’t have doubted him. Noted.

-You make him swear up and down that he won’t tell Ace or Deuce, and you move on from it like it's nothing. (You’re not sure you can trust Ace and Deuce to keep their mouths shut at this point).

-And, really, it should be nothing. Trey should just be able to move on and relax… but his brotherly instincts sort of act up around you.

-He’s not overbearing in any way, it isn’t a creepy thing that suffocates you… it’s just a notable increase in intake of Trey in your life.

-He invites you over to “try this new recipe he made” (an excuse to ensure you’re eating, because he’s confident Crowley isn’t providing you nearly enough nourishment).

-Sometimes he shows up at Ramshackle to pick up Ace and Deuce and ends up staying and helping you clean up after the disaster freshmen.

-Most importantly, he checks in on you and your well-being considerably more than he does anyone else.

-He has, in fact, called you little sis before as well. He was incredibly embarrassed by it and refused to acknowledge it happened.

-Cater does not let him forget that it happens, calling you “Trey’s honorary sister” every chance he gets.

-It’s not so bad though. Especially at the start, you really needed someone reliable like Trey to lean on when you needed help since Crowley would only do the bare minimum.

Cater

-Cater finds out pretty damn quick after meeting you.

-It's not the exact second he sees you, but very shortly after your first interactions… he gets it.

-As we know, Cater was sort of forced into being feminine and girly by his sisters — something he was completely uncomfortable with, but later forced himself to embrace.

-When he looks at you… how big your clothes are, how you artificially deepen your voice, how you’re clearly uncomfortable with both of those things… he sees a younger version of himself.

-Still… it's super not his place to bother you about something like that.

-He hardly knows you, and as your upperclassman, he should be a role model and not worry about superficial stuff.

-M’kay! It is no big deal for Cay Cay, he can leave it all behind him with no issue! Totally doesn’t bother him at all!

-…He’s a big fat liar.

-It’s not his fault okay! He just… can’t get that look of discomfort out of his mind.

-You looked so miserable :( You looked like how he used to look :(

-So, Cater, far more impulsive and honest than good old Trey, straight up asks you. (Privately, of course, he’s not a monster.)

-“Heyyyy, so, weird question… are you a girl? It’s totally cool if you’re not, I’m just curious.”

“…How did you know…”

-It kinda freaks you out a lot. You thought you were hiding it so well.

-Cater, sweetie that he is, assures you that he’s different from others.

-He’s got special circumstances that allowed him to notice what was going on.

-Promises he won’t open his mouth…

-He tells Trey less than a week later.

-It’s not his fault! He was on your trail already, he was gonna figure out one way or another!

-Other than the Trey debacle, he’s really good at NOT gossiping about it, believe it or not.

-He’s your reliable senpai after all :D

-He is your first official ally!

-Completely supportive of what you’re trying to do here, and is more than willing to be a safe space when you just need to… be a woman sometimes.

-You spend a lot of time with him after he finds out.

-His dorm is always open for you, even if Riddle hates it, m’kay! You can always come to your old pal Cater for help.

-He really helps you on selling the whole “I’m a man” act.

-He shows you easier ways to hide your chest so you don’t always have to swim in your clothes and helps you keep your hair styled in a way that either hides it or makes you look more masculine.

-He’s like the best big brother figure to have, honestly, and he remains one of your dearest friends through your whole stay at NRC.

-He’s someone to vent to, someone who gets what you’re going through just a little, and someone who’s really there for you all the time.

-Also very protective of your secret.

-The only reason Ace and Deuce don’t know for so long is because Cater is working overtime to keep them off your trail.

-He tells you all about his escapades and keeping them in the dark too, he’s so proud of himself. (Please praise him, he needs it).

-Seriously though, he’s such a sweetheart and he’s always there for you if you need him.

Rook

-Ah beloved lover of beauty Rook!

-He is quite the oddball, isn’t he? Always off in his own world spewing flowery nonsense all in “the pursuit of beauty” as he calls it.

-Most people on campus just call him a freak and move on from it.

-You’ve heard about him, of course. The stalker-hunter from Pomefiore makes the beastmen on campus tremble in fear (or annoyance, in Leona's case).

-You knew he existed, but seeing him was never really common. In fact… seeing anyone from Pomefiore was rare.

-You guessed such an elitist dorm probably wouldn’t want to mingle with someone like you.

-In Rook’s case, however, you couldn’t be more wrong.

-He was quite interested in you from the very second you’d interrupted the whole opening ceremony.

-You were… striking in his eyes. Not quite as beautiful as Vil, of course, but very eye-catching.

-While Vil insists you are a pest not worth Rook’s attention, he disagrees.

-Truly, he’s fascinated by you and your story.

-You from another world, who goes out of his way to hide such natural beauty with baggy clothes and messy hair… Ah! How his heart pounds in excitement, he must know more!

-So he does the only thing he knows how to…

-He goes on the hunt. For what? He’s not sure yet, but his hunches are rarely wrong.

-He follows you to classes, watches you get yourself into trouble and out of it, stalks you through the windows of ramshackle, and laments about his findings to (a very unimpressed) Vil.

-You can feel his piercing gaze on your back, but you never see him. It’s chilling honestly.

-It’s not until he decides to follow you to Sam’s later at night that he figures it out.

-You had purchased a large box of feminine supplies…

-He had gotten you, little trickster :)

-Now, since he had gotten his solution, he laid back on the whole… creeping on you in your dorm thing.

-He is a hunter, not a pervert.

-Leading up to the VDC, when you’ve decided to try out officially, you suddenly see a lot more of this mysteriously creepy Rook character.

-And, honestly, he was really nice!

-Sure he said a lot of needlessly long and poetic sentences, but at the end of the day, he would always wave at you in the hallways or offer to help you learn the dance for auditions.

-This was all a ruse to be able to get closer to you and uncover your inner beauty.

-HE convinced Vil it was a good idea for you to be manager, and HE was the one who offered to ensure you “didn’t cause any trouble.”

-And Rook, good as he is at hiding secrets, pretty much lets you know that he knows. Constantly you find him… flirting? Complementing? You… saying how badly he would like to see you cleaned up and in more fitting clothes.

-Nothing he’s doing is romantic… you think… he’s just very clearly interested in you.

-So, of course, you have to ask him.

“Did you… figure out I’m a woman.”

“Perhaps…”

“You’re… not going to tell anyone, right?”

“Little trickster, I am the master of secrets.”

-Honestly? It’s not so bad having him and the others in Pomefiore know.

-You really get to be yourself with Vil and Rook, so it's nice! Besides, you haven’t been prettied up in a really long time. You kinda missed it.

Lilia

-Ah, Lilia… beloved elderly man.

-He won’t lie and say that he isn’t incredibly curious about you too. Who wouldn’t be?

-A human from another reality with no magic, no concept of where they are, and no idea how to get you back.

-Very curious indeed.

-However, he has no reason to get himself involved in your business.

-You are a confident young lad, and clearly strong and capable.

-In the few interactions he did have with you, you clearly had your head on your shoulders and well-founded confidence in your own abilities.

-The only thing truly odd about you was… your face.

-He isn’t one to talk, he’s thousands of years old and he’s got quite (unnaturally) large eyes and soft skin.

-You, however, aren’t fae. You aren’t anything more than a human.

-Excuse his close-mindedness for just a moment, but if he wasn’t mistaken you look quite… feminine.

-Small(er) stature, baggy clothes, clearly discomforted by “manly” activities that your friends drag you into.

-It wasn’t his place to question, of course. He understands that gender isn’t easy to define, and his thoughts are only ideas from his past creeping up on him.

-Still… it raises some questions in his mind.

-He knows where his responsibilities lay, so he brushes his thoughts under the rug and moves on from the thought.

-That is… until he notices Malleus’… interest in you.

-The prince’s visits to ramshackle only seemed to increase after you arrived.

-As Malleus’ caretaker (and out of morbid curiosity), he must investigate you further.

-That's how you start… seeing a lot of Lilia. Like, too much Lilia. How in the world is he always there, it’s creeping you out.

-He’ll talk to you, sometimes, but most of the time you can feel his beady little red eyes watching you.

-You don’t know what you did to him, but it’s really starting to freak you out.

-You’ve seen his fangs, does he want you for a blood bag or something.

-You, being strong as you are, decide to just confront him one day in the library.

-“Okay, what’s your problem. You went from acting like I don’t exist to constantly staring at me like I’m your next meal.”

“Please forgive me, that wasn’t my intention. I’m simply… curious about you, and I didn’t want to scare you off by approaching.”

“I don’t think your solution to that problem was any less scary.”

-You give him the benefit of the doubt, and you realize this guy talks like your grandpa or something. He’s so old, it’s almost funny.

-You decide to start spending some more time with him, and you realize he’s really fun to be around.

-Despite his seemingly old soul, he’s rebellious and feisty, and he has an endless treasure trove of stories to tell you.

-He becomes a comforting force in your life, so much so you begin to confide in him your stresses and worries.

-Inevitably, you end up telling him how hard it is to hide being a woman. How only so many people know, and how exhausting it is to pretend to be something you’re not.

-“Does Malleus know?”

“Malleus…?”

“The man you meet in front of your dorm at night.”

“Oh! Do you mean Hornton? No, I don’t know if he’s good at keeping secrets or not.”

“He is not.”

-Lilia is more than willing to be a force in your life that keeps you happy and healthy.

-He is more providing and giving than Crowley is, constantly giving you little gifts and ensuring you have enough money to keep taking care of yourself.

-You insist that he doesn’t need to do any of that, but his fatherly instincts tell him otherwise.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #x reader #bunni's treats 🧁#trey clover #cater diamond #rook hunt #lilia vanrouge #trey clover x reader #cater diamond x reader #rook hunt x reader #lilia vanrouge x reader

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merakiui · 29 days

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HOLD UP you said all hentai tropes get sprinkled in

Who wants to be called nee-chan and who wants dubcon/noncon/cnc

-jelly

The very obvious answer for who would love the siscon/brocon/siblingcon route would be Idia. But then I also think the eels would enjoy it,,,, you can’t tell me Floyd or Jade wouldn’t love hearing you call them ‘big brother’ in that pretty voice of yours. Maybe Riddle……. there was that birthday interview question he had where he said he’d be the big brother to Jade. Big brother Riddle with his sweet, younger (not) sister/brother/sibling in this hentai world……. you could be the same age, but he’s still going to make you the younger sibling in this scenario.

As for dub-con/non-con/cnc,,,, who wouldn’t enjoy it? >:) Jamil is the first one who comes to my mind. Dub-con sex due to hypnosis. Jamil hypnotizing you into his cute cockslut who worships his dick and doesn’t spare a second glance at anyone else. The master-servant play……… or Vil creating a powerful aphrodisiac and using it on you, and you reluctantly agree to let him help you through it. Aaaaa and Rook!!!! Chasing you through campus and when he captures you he gets to help himself to you and your lovely body. :)

#twisted chit chat #jelly anon #n/sfw #tw: noncon #tw: dubcon

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mythicmanuscripts · 2 months

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RECOVERY [AEGON X READER]

Right so yesterday I answered an angsty ask about helping Aegon recover from the burns after Rook’s Rest and you all seemed to love torturing that little rat man so I’ve decided to babble about it more! Only this time, there will also be some NSFW content and some sub!aegon themes. I hope you lads enjoy!

NSFW sub!aegon x wife!reader below the cut!!

When Aegon wakes up, the maesters are standing over him. One of them is wrapping his arm in bandages, the other is holding a bottle of some kind. Aegon shoots up, crying out and trying to move up the bed. Well, he tries but he’s far too weak, the maesters immediately push him back down.

“Don’t move, your grace,” the one says, “you have been badly injured, you could make it worse by moving.”

Aegon doesn’t seem to care, and thankfully one of the servants in the room gains a braincell and quickly runs off to find you. The moment you enter the room, Aegon is calling for you, he relaxes and holds out his unburnt hand, desperate for his wife’s attention and love.

You take the bottle of ointment from the maesters, telling them to give Aegon the needed amount of milk of the poppy and then let you handle finishing dressing his wounds. The maesters aren’t pleased, but they can’t exactly disobey the queen.

The moment they’re gone you get onto the other side of the bed and lean over, giving him a soft forehead kiss. He lets you finish dressing his burns, and because it’s just the two of you he doesn’t hide how much is hurts. Once it’s finished, you get back into bed with him. You lie next to his unburnt side and allow him to turn and cuddle into you as much as he can. Even though he hisses in pain when you move too much or too quickly, he doesn’t want to move away from you, not even an inch.

Allicent and Aemond arrive soon after, both wanting to check in on Aegon. You see the fear in Aegon’s eyes when he sees Aemond, but you don’t question it then.

When they leave, you ask him what truly happened and he confides in you. As much as it breaks your heart to hear, you also aren’t exactly surprised, it’s an open secret that Aemond wants the crown.

He tells you that he doesn’t feel safe, doesn’t trust anyone here and he begs not to be left alone. And well, who are you to deny him?

When you try to retire to your personal chambers that night, Aegon whines and tries desperately to sit up. He doesn’t want to spend the night alone, doesn’t even think he can spend the night alone.

You’re too scared to sleep in the same bed as him for fear that you might turn in your sleep and run against his burns, which would be agonising for him. But, when you realise he’s really not going to be able to handle being alone, you grab two guards and have them move a comforts me couch into his bedroom.

You get a blanket from the cupboard and sleep on the couch. The servants are of course very shocked and very concerned about it but you promise it’ll just be for a few nights until he’s fine in his own.

(It was not for a few nights)

As he starts to recover, you start to see just how badly this has affected him, not physically but mentally. He’s getting stronger, he’s able to walk further and do more things himself, but mentally? He’s like a skittish little bird.

Every time the door to his room opens he jumps, when a servant puts something down too loudly he jumps, he flinches when the maesters try to inspect his burns.

You start to convince him to take walks around the castle to try and get him more at ease, but every little sound makes him anxious. He has no idea who to trust or what to do.

He gets better when you hold his hand though, and he really genuinely loves when you join him for walks around the castle. He knows he’s walking very slowly, too slow to be comfortable for someone not injured, but he’s so thankful that you’re walking with him anyway. He feels a lot better with you, and in a way it feels like alone time?

He’s always exhausted when he gets back to his room, but he’s also all smiles and even a few giggles when you help him out of his clothes and into more comfortable ones.

His smile drops the moment his mother or brother walks into the room though. Even though Allicent had no part in what happened to him, he blames her anyway. Not for him getting burnt, but for making him king? He blames her for not allowing him to run away, for not letting him give Aemond or Rhaenyra the crown.

When he tells you this, you kiss his head and remind him that if he wasn’t made king, you never would have married him. That makes him pause, and after a while all he says is, “Perhaps the crown is lighter than I thought.”

As he starts to get stronger and his skin starts to heal, he's able to get closer and closer to you. He genuinely nearly cries from happiness when he realises he can move to lay on his side. The moment he discovers this, he immediately curls up against you, resting his head against your chest.

You like that with him for a long time, the two of you whispering to each other and just being close. When you start to get tired, you try to gently shuffle away from him to go to the couch, because you don't want to risk hurting him in your sleep.

He instantly tightens his grip on you, whining and refusing to let go no matter what you say. You try to explain that you could roll over and hurt him, and he just holds you tighter, saying that's a price he's wiling to pay. He had been sleeping without you for far too long, and now that he was getting better he couldn't wait anymore.

You sleep better than you have in months that night.

When you wake up, Aegon is still in your arms, cuddled up against your side with his head on your chest. He seems to be moving in his sleep, almost rocking and it takes you a minute before you can realise he's hard, and gently trying to grind against you in his sleep.

Throughout his entire recovery up until that point, you had not done more than kiss him. Secretly, you thought that was very odd and worrying. Before Rook's Rest, Aegon would whine and cry if you dared to go three days without touching his cock. For as long as you've known him, he's always been very needy sexual and he would start to get jittery and unsettled if too long went by without you playing with him.

You had thought that when he started walking again, he'd also start trying to do something sexual with you. Of course you did not ask, because you didnt want him to feel pressured to do something before he was ready. You know Aegon, and you know if you asked then he would do it even if he wasnt ready because he so desperately wants to please you.

So when you realise he's hard and grinding against you in his sleep, you smile, thinking that maybe his body finally has the strength and energy to get turned on again.

You kiss the top of his head, gently running your hand down his unburnt side, letting your nails very lightly scratch his skin. This has always been his preferred method of waking up, and has never failed to him wake up slowly and then smile up at you.

When he starts to stir, you increase the pressure of your nails ever so slightly and it wakes him. He looks up at you, smiling and mumbling a good morning before pressing kisses to your chest and neck, wherever he can reach. He's still grinding against your leg, and at this point you're pretty sure he doesn't even mean to.

You kiss his head again before asking "Want me to help you feel good?" You would normally not even ask, knowing that he always wants you to play with him when he's like this. But because it's been so long and he's still so vulnerable, you ask him.

To your surprise, he goes completely stiff and then after a moment he tries to sit up.

"Aegon?" You ask, "What's wrong?"

He sniffles and mumbles an apology, and when you ask why he's apologising he says "You don't have to pretend to be attracted to me still."

Your heart breaks when you hear that, and you finally realise what has happened. Aegon probably was ready for things to get sexual once he was up and walking, but he thought you wouldn't want that?? He thought you weren't attracted to him anymore.

And well, you gently push him back down on the bed so that he's laying on his back and then you sit up right next to him, your hand going down his torso and towards his breeches. When you tell him that you are as attracted to him as you were the day you married him, he cums before your hand can even touch him.

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twisted-wonderland-memories · 1 year

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Before the Gift

Gift of….

Summary: They knew, they knew that you never felt happiness ever since you save them one by one. The first was great but the more it continues…..

Ace and Deuce noticed when you feel like shit, they wanted to ask you but you continued to dodge their questions and just simply move on. Its frustrating for them really, they decided to ask Grim to see how you feel in the night, it would never hurt to find the reason why. Grim was skeptical at first but he would be rewarded with premium tuna can so he accepts. Grim made sure that he stays awake in the night, finally he has the clues.

You were often hiding in other rooms crying when everyone is asleep, hiding yourself from revealing your own true feelings. It pains Grim to find that discovery so he ran out of the dorm and runs straight to Ace and Deuce to tell him what he found.

Little did Grim did not realize Riddle was there scolding the ADeuce duo as to why they were up this late. Finally the explanations are now revealed with the help of Grim.

The trio remained speechless, and yet Ace can’t help but needed to do something.

After all, you did all of their heavy lifting mode.

Thankfully Trey and Cater catches up and soon understand the situation, they suggested was giving a gift to Perfect. Ace and Deuce thinks that it was a good idea and yet Riddle was honestly concerned if the gift alone would make you happy. But Ace just suddenly told him to just give the gift a shot, Riddle was hesitate but then agreed but they all had to tell Grim not to tell this plan to others.

The next day when Ace and Deuce were spying on Perfect enjoying the gifts, Jack happened to see what was going on and yet asked the ADeuce combo about it. Tho they both explained that Perfect got a gift from the Housewarden Riddle, Jack manage to see the happiness from your expression, he did recall seeing you depressed especially when you are alone. Jack then had a plan and ADeuce was confused when he suddenly left.

Jack went to Leona to talk about your situation, tho Leona was about to just sleep the conversation away, but he stayed away when he heard about your situation. There is no way in hell that Leona can sleep through that, Leona simply told Jack to leave this to him since he DID recall catching Riddle holding a box. And yet, Leona asked Jack to find a gift that would make you smile, Ruggie also pitches in on find an info on what makes you smile.

Soon Epel was able to find many ideas on how to give you a gift at that time, but was caught by Vil. And yet Epel had to let Vil know about you, Rook also heard the news and decided to chirp in to the conversation and at the same time agrees to beg with Epel to Vil to at least give you something.

Part of Vil wants to refuse, but the thought of seeing Perfect fake smiling does make him uncomfortable.

Sebek wanted to help but he was too occupied with Malleus and yet….. a part of him decided to help out.

The next part Sebek does was going to Lilia about what does he think that you would like, Silver thought it was suspicious but Sebek insisted on thinking of a gift. He did pointed out that you are also feeling under the weather, but they were not expecting that Malleus was also hearing this from the other side of the room.

How the other dorms noticed the first years giving you the gift is interesting.

Jade and Floyd caught Riddle Leona holding gift boxes and handing it to you, the second they pointed that out to Azul, he was frustrated at them for doing the first move if a hug from Leona wasn’t enough there was Riddle’s hand kiss? Oh no way Azul would not let that slide, he ordered the eel twins to capture the ADeuce combo for some answers, they did but at what cost.

The octo trio hearing that you have been depressed lately? That is something new to them and yet, it doesn’t feel funny when they manage to find you crying in secret. From there on they decided to give you gifts as well, they were all in on the plan.

Idia with his security camera did happen to see you depressed and yet he also saw how the other housewardens give you gifts, Ortho suggested of doing what they do tho Idia rejected the idea. But Ortho literally had to remind Idia and you are literally the reason they all changed for the better, he has to admit that your company was also nice, so he decided to accept it and give it a shot. But to his dismay when Ortho told him to just give this to you instead, sure again Idia rejects but Ortho said that you won’t reject it anyway. Thanks to that Idia decided to give the gift to you in person or tablet a goal.

Jamil happened to overhear Epel and Sebek on the conversation about you on the cafeteria, tho he isn’t sure if he should give a gift that is perfect to you. He decided to ask Kalim about any ideas and yet Kalim also knows the situation as well, he cheerfully suggested on giving you the greatest gift, but Jamil just told him to give you something that isn’t from a rich kid.

Kalim then agrees and then an idea struck that he should at least trying sewing, tho Jamil was a bit worried but then he soon agrees. They are sure giving you a handmade plushie won’t hurt.

Finally Grim himself, he kept you company from time to time. Tho even if he did hear that you just wanted to be alone, Grim isn’t having it and just stubbornly stay by your side even if its in secret or not. Part of him wants to give you that premium tuna but you would told him to just keep it instead.

And yet Grim had one idea, and that is to give you his ribbon.

Tho you are confuse as to why he do that, but Grim can’t help but cry and point out why you kept all those negative emotions to yourself. Because of that Grim leaned on you for more hugs, making you cry and hug him back in return.

Was it because you can’t take it anymore?

Or was it that you just felt incredibly lonely?

And yet Grim needs to remind you one thing, if you are depressed the others will find you.

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All Things Grow, All Things Go

Emmrich Volkarin/F!Rook 4k+ wc | SFW EXCEPRT: “...you do know how deeply, how profoundly I care for you, don’t you?”

Did she? Agnes had thought she knew, but the fact that Emmrich saw fit in this particular moment to remind her had her calling that knowledge into question. A mild terror seized her of what could possibly follow, if it had to be qualified by that preamble. Given the choice, she would have gladly faced any of the uncatalogued horrors of the Necropolis in place of whatever it was Emmrich was going to say next.

“Emmrich, you’re frightening me,” Agnes said, flashing him a nervous smile. Trying to work a teasing lilt into her voice, as though it were all in good fun. “Just tell me. It can’t be that bad, can it?”

9:50 Dragon

Three days had passed since Emmrich had visited the Dietrich estate to make the arrangements for Lord Dietrich’s imminent passing. Agnes hadn’t the faintest idea what could have transpired on that visit to disturb him so, but this much was clear: he had been behaving strangely towards her ever since his return to the Necropolis.

It was not that Emmrich was rude with her, exactly; Agnes was not sure he had the capacity within him for rudeness, so genteel was his manner. But he had been clipped and short with her, almost formal, and their friendship—otherwise warm, familiar, cherished—had become inexplicably strained. Yesterday, they had planned to make a trip into the Necropolis, an excursion they had been planning for weeks; only a few hours before scheduled their descent Emmrich had postponed it, without offering any satisfactory explanation as to why he had done so. When Agnes had asked how else she might be of assistance to him if they were not descending as planned, Emmrich had waved her offer away, encouraging her instead to take some free time and enjoy the summer weather in Nevarra City above.

Impossible to enjoy anything, though, with the paranoia and anxiety his behavior had inspired in her. Agnes was trying her very best not to jump to conclusions, but it felt awfully like Emmrich had been purposely avoiding her.

And so, that night at dinner, when Emmrich had asked Agnes to join him afterwards for tea in their shared study (Emmrich’s, really; though he had long ago ceded the second table to Agnes for her own experiments) the relief Agnes felt was indescribable. Emmrich could not really be avoiding her, could he, if he was asking for her company? Or at least, that was what she told herself as she made her through the corridors of the Mourn Watch residence to his door.

Agnes rapped her knuckles on the door, prepared to wait patiently for Emmrich’s thrall to answer. But most unusually, the door swung open almost as soon as she had knocked. Emmrich stood in the doorway, dark circles beneath his eyes.

“Agnes,” he greeted her, lacking his usual enthusiasm. There was something oddly harried and distracted about the way he carried himself. He offered her a smile, but it was as cold as the dead; his eyes avoided hers. ‘Is he nervous?’ Emmrich gestured to the pair of chairs in front of the hearth. “Thank you for coming. Have a seat, the tea is steeping now.”

Emmrich shut the door behind her as Agnes entered, then crossed the room towards the tall wooden cabinet beside the water spigot. With his back to Agnes, he began to pull the tea set off the shelf, setting out teacups, spoons, saucers on a serving tray. The crackle of the fire, the clink of the fine porcelain in the study were both unusually loud. Taking in the uncomfortable silence, Agnes finally realized what was missing.

“Where’s Wilfred?” she asked. The thrall had not answered the door, and she saw no sign of him in the study.

“I sent him on an errand,” Emmrich replied, offhandedly, without turning to face her. As though he was talking to the teacups, he managed, “I wanted it to be just the two of us.”

An extremely bizarre sentiment, coming from Emmrich. Wilfred was a fixture of the study, as Alfred had been before him. More out of nerves than amusement, Agnes laughed. “What could you possibly have to say to me that you could not say in front of Wilfred?”

Was it her imagination, or did the muscles of Emmrich’s back tighten reflexively at her question? “It isn’t that I couldn’t, it’s just….” Failing to find the right words, Emmrich sighed, then turned at last, carrying the serving tray laden with the kettle and cups, and set it down upon the table between the armchairs. “It is important, and I did not want there to be any distractions.”

The tea smelled incredible, but Agnes’ stomach suddenly felt very tight. She steeled herself; commanded of him, “So tell me.”

Emmrich hesitated. Even now, sitting beside her, he could barely meet her eyes. When he did, Agnes was alarmed at the sober, melancholy look he gave her.

“Nessa…”

And Agnes stopped breathing. Cold all over, everywhere at once, like a bucket of ice water had been splashed over her head. No one called her Nessa—only Emmrich, and only when he was very, very tipsy, and feeling especially tender towards her. But his voice did not sound tender, now. It sounded guarded, and anxious.

“...you do know how deeply, how profoundly I care for you, don’t you?”

“It’s not bad at all,” Emmrich said, returning her smile with a feeble one of his own—but the look in his eyes said otherwise. He dropped his gaze, took his steaming cup and saucer in hand; staring into his tea, stirring it. “It is only that there are going to be some… changes, in the guard. I wanted you to hear about them from me, first, before Johanna told you.”

“Johanna?” While Commander Hezenkoss was technically their superior, Agnes could count on one hand the amount of times she’d been called to speak to Johanna in any official capacity. For the most part, her and Emmrich were allowed total autonomy to conduct their studies as they wished, provided they did not neglect their other Watcher responsibilities. “What does this have to do with Johanna?”

“Well…” Emmrich began, and heaved a mighty exhale, deflating with it, “it has been over twenty years, you know, since you joined the Mourn Watch.” Twenty years—more than half of her life spent at Emmrich’s side, in the company of the dead. “Twenty years of you… going above and beyond, in your responsibility towards me, and in your role. Twenty years of excellence.”

Why all this flattery? Why the sudden lavish praise? It did nothing to warm her, only doubled the fear in her heart.

“Certainly it has taken long enough, but that is finally being recognized,” Emmrich said at last, and met her eyes again, forcing a smile. “You’re getting a promotion, dear.”

That couldn’t be right. The Mourn Watch was a fairly flat organization, not hierarchical. “People don’t get promotions here,” Agnes said, stating the obvious; not unless they were being moved up to the position of Commander or Captain, or and that could not possibly be what was happening. Agnes had many admirable qualities; a facility for leadership was not one of them. ‘Do not jump to conclusions.’ She reached for her tea, longing for the reassuring warmth of the cup, for the sake of having something to do with her hands. She counted out the number of skulls on the rim cup and the saucer in time with her breath: one, two, three. Trying to keep her voice even, to keep the panic out of it, Agnes asked, “What does that mean?”

“You’ll be working directly under Johanna,” Emmrich told her. “She has something particular in mind for you, a special project. It is a wonderful opportunity for you.”

Agnes’ grip on the teacup tightened involuntarily; nothing Emmrich was saying made any sense. She felt her heart racing, the dizzy rush of her pulse. “Johanna brought me here from the Circle to work with you,” she said, unable to keep the emphatic edge from her voice. “We work well together. Why would she—”

But no, that wasn’t it; Johanna’s intentions hardly mattered. That was not the urgent question burning on her tongue:

“Are you pleased with this?” she managed, at last. “This… ‘promotion’?”

Emmrich’s gaze fell back into his teacup, to the slinking curl of steam rising from it. His upper lip gave a faint, uncomfortable twitch, the line of his mustache dancing. Silently, Agnes begged him to look at her. Prayed he would look her in the face and smile and take it all back, tell her it was a joke, or a terrible mistake. And when he did not—when he could not look at her—Agnes felt like her stomach had fallen out of her. Like she had been eviscerated, like her entrails had spilled from her abdomen and were lying, steaming like the tea, on the unswept study floor.

Quietly, as though he was ashamed of his answer, Emmrich told her:

“In fact, I recommended you for it.”

A terrible, treacherous clatter arose as the base of Agnes’ teacup struck against the saucer beneath it, shaking in Agnes’ hands. Before it could get worse, Agnes set both cup and saucer back down, the spoons on the serving tray jumping with the force of the impact, tea sloshing out of the cup and pooling like an amber moat in the saucer below.

Agnes bit the corner her lip, grounding herself with the sharp pain of it, fighting for control of her voice. She cleared her throat, then managed a bitter laugh. “You didn’t—you did not think to ask me, first?” But obviously he has not, as they were having this conversation after the fact. For whatever reason Emmrich had done this, he had concealed it from her until the decision had already been made. “And—this cannot be right. Who will protect you if I’m busy working with Johanna?”

Perhaps she had misunderstood. Perhaps this promotion, this project with Johanna was simply a special assignment; that must be it. She would split her time between Emmrich and Johanna for awhile, but ultimately, surely—

“Myrna will begin working with me in a few days, when the promotion becomes effective.”

“Myrna?” Agnes laughed in disbelief. Myrna was talented, certainly—a better necromancer than Agnes would ever be—but she was far less experienced. Her mind hissed at her, insidiously: ‘Younger.’

But then the second shock hit, and it was impossible to keep the anger (and deeper hurt it failed to wholly conceal) out of her voice.

“In a few days?” Agnes repeated, incredulously, quietly, almost unable to believe it. If she spoke much louder than a whisper, she knew her voice would break; she would not give Emmrich the satisfaction “You are that eager to be rid of me?”

He did look at her then, his brows drawn together, expression wracked with pain and guilt. “Agnes, the last thing I want is to be rid of you,” he began, though the fact that this change had come so quickly, so secretively, said otherwise to her. Out of the corner of her eye, Agnes saw Emmrich extending his arm towards her, reaching for her.

She snatched her hand away before he could take it, refusing to look at him, staring instead at her lap as she twisted her hands tightly together.

The silence that followed was terrible.

“We will still see each other often,” Emmrich told her, at last. But whether it was because he was so shaken by her rejection of the comfort he had tried to offer her, or because he did not fully believe it, his voice sounded anything but confident. “At meals. In the halls.”

Not in the city. Not in the evenings, over tea, in the study that they would no longer share. To him, she would become like anyone else. A coworker. Nothing special.

“I know it is rather abrupt… that is part of why I wanted you to hear it from me, first. Instead of Johanna.”

Agnes could hardly believe that he was still speaking, making excuses, trying to convince her. “Did you really think that would make it better?” she asked, glowering at him from beneath her knit brows. “More palatable, to hear it from you?”

Agnes shook her head, sniffed, focusing on her hands in her lap. Wringing them together, desperate to control the stinging in her eyes and the lump in her throat. She hated how much she sounded like a child when she asked him, “What did I do wrong to deserve this?”

“Nothing!” Emmrich cried. “By the Maker, Agnes, why are you so determined to see this as a reprimand?” He kept talking, talking. Agnes barely heard a word he said, her own thoughts racing as fast as her heartbeat. ‘Did he find out? Does he know, at last, that I…? Could that be why…?’ “This position will afford you greater power, greater comfort.” ‘Two things I have never wanted, never asked for.’ “The opportunity to work on projects that interest you instead of following me down into the Necropolis every time I have a theory to test, or a restless spirit to soothe. There is even a very generous pay raise associated with the new position. Of all the things you could be doing in the Mourn Watch, I really do think it will be for the best for you, Agnes.”

At that, Agnes could not help but laugh. Long and low, and building to something slightly hysteric. A pay raise? Did he think she could be bought? The compensation for a Watcher was already more than generous, and other than the splurge she’d made on Emmrich’s ring ten years ago, Agnes had hardly spent her earnings. Nearly twenty years of wages were sitting, barely touched, in a small trunk beneath her bed.

How could more cold, heartless gold possibly compensate for the richness she was about to lose? It was ludicrous to think the two could compare.

And then Agnes was no longer laughing. Her mouth was a razor thin line, full of daggers.

“Who are you,” she asked him, low and seething, “to decide what is best for me? You are not my father.” ‘By this recent betrayal, I am left to wonder if you were ever really my friend. Better for me?’ “It would have been better for me never to have come here, and the only reason I did was because of you.”

Agnes kept her gaze fixed on Emmrich’s face, waiting for a reaction. His jaw was working, chewing at the inside of his cheek. If her words had wounded him, he was doing a very good job of hiding it.

“You’re right,” he said at last, softly, staring fixedly into his teacup, a defeated note in his words. “Perhaps it would have been better for you, if you had never come here to begin with.”

He might as well have struck her. Agnes had thrown the first stone, but she had been entirely unprepared for how deeply it would pain her, to hear Emmrich agree with her. ‘He cannot believe that.’ But Emmrich was not a man to lie, to say something he did not wholeheartedly believe to be true.

“Agnes, don’t you…” Emmrich sounded so tired. Exhausted. Of her, she supposed. “Do you ever think perhaps we are too close?”

Too close? For twenty years, they had not been nearly close enough for her liking. “What are you trying to say?”

“I am saying,” Emmrich said, emphatically, “that you should want more for yourself and your life than to spend the rest of it serving a weary, eccentric old man. And I am trying to give that to you.”

Agnes breathed out, her exhale shaking fitfully out of her. Chest heaving with it.

She was glad that Wilfred was gone, otherwise she would be fighting the juvenile urge to smash him to pieces—just to cause Emmrich even an ounce of the pain that she was feeling in that moment.

But Agnes was better than that. She was more in control of herself than that. She bared her teeth in something akin to a snarl.

“That’s lovely of you,” she told Emmrich, though her tone said it was anything but, her words laced with venom. “My deepest thanks. Really.”

And then, without further comment, she stood to make her way towards the exit. She would not stay here in this study, with Emmrich trying to convince her he’d done her a favor. She would not linger in this space—this space which had for twenty years been her space as much as his, but would soon no longer be.

She heard the clatter of Emmrich’s cup on the tray as he leapt up to follow her, calling after her. “Agnes, don’t go. Please, can’t we talk about this? It was not my intention to—”

Agnes called upon all the spitfire and rage she had within her. Feeling as hideous and fierce as a cornered beast when she turned her face just enough to throw the words over her shoulder:

“It is my intention to smoke my pipe,” she said, casting the words like stones in his direction. “Which you disdain, and prefer for me not to do in your study, so I will go.” She delivered her farewell as firmly as a slap to the face: “Good night, Volkarin.”

Upon her exit, she slammed the door of the study closed behind her with such force that the sound of it carried and echoed through the halls.

‘Don’t run,’ Agnes told herself as she hastened down the corridor. ‘Don’t weep. Not yet.’ Not in the hallways, where anyone could stumble upon her, witness her in a state of such deep distress. She just needed to hold herself together until she made it to the safety and privacy of her own room. Breathing shallowly, unevenly, she counted down the dormitory doors to her own, feeling her control over herself crumble with every step she took. By the time she reached her own door, her hands were shaking so badly she might as well have been Alfred, for all the difficulty she had with her own doorknob.

When at last the door yielded, she slipped inside and shut it firmly behind her. Cast a hasty barrier over it to make sure that any sounds she produced within were not audible without. Then she let her body fall back, the door supporting her weight, and finally released the sob that had been building in her chest, aching in her lungs.

A second sob chased the first, then a third, and she was sinking to her knees, holding her head in her hands, her whole body shaking with adrenaline and rage and—worst of all—grief.

Emmrich was right—she was pathetic. She had no plans for herself, no lofty personal goals or higher accomplishments she was working towards achieving in her life. All she had had was this: the pleasure of working with him, and that had been more than enough. Had she—at times—wanted, wondered if the relationship between them could become more? She had; but that did not change the fact that working alongside Emmrich, for the last twenty years, had been all the purpose she needed.

And now that, too, was gone. And she was close to forty years old, and she was utterly lost.

What would become of her now? What would her life be? How could she possibly endure the Necropolis—for which she bore no special love; the Necropolis which, she had quite possibly all of this time, secretly hated—without the light Emmrich’s brilliance and warmth guiding her through it?

Agnes wept until she exhausted herself, until her stomach and her lungs ached from it and she could weep no more. When at last she was finished, she took two deep breaths, then pulled herself to her feet. Walking straight to the hearth, she plucked the box from the mantle that contained her smoking pipe. She was nothing if not a woman of her word. Letting her body drop limp into her armchair, she began, with automatic movements, to pack the bowl of the pipe with dried royal elfroot, not wholly present in her body, glad for the mechanical distraction it afforded her from her thoughts.

It was petty of her. She did not blame Emmrich in the least for forbidding her from smoking in his study; she would have agreed with him that it was a rather filthy habit, but over the last few years she’d developed a penchant for it, particularly in the rare moments when she was feeling vindictive and spiteful towards him. She lit the pipe, coughed deeply at her first inhale, but then the smoke sedated her, lifted her above and away from all the pain and the anger so that she could dissociate from it, hover in the skies above it and see it for what it really was.

Agnes stared into the cold, ash-laden hearth in front of her, puffing, sending smoke circles spinning around the room, thinking. ‘Why has Emmrich done this?’ Because she did not believe, even for a second, that it was simply in recognition of her merit as a Watcher. Not after twenty years. But all of the answers she could come up with were too painful; and it was not productive, Agnes realized, to sit here trying to guess at Emmrich’s motives. They did not matter. She had no power over Emmrich‘s decisions, only the ability to decide what she was going to do about them. And no matter how many times she turned it over in her head, no matter how many different ways she imagined what her life could be like in the Mourn Watch without him, there seemed to be only one viable course of action available to her.

For twenty years, Agnes had devoted herself to protecting Emmrich. Perhaps, at last, the time had come for her to protect herself.

And if she were going to do that, she could not stay.

Decided, Agnes practically leapt to her feet, walking to her wardrobe and throwing wide the doors. From the bottom of the wardrobe she withdrew the only present Lord Halkias had ever given her: a carpet bag, gifted to her after her magic was discovered and she was bound for the Circle at Perendale. The bag was bigger on the inside, enchanted to carry much more than its exterior volume suggested. The message, at the time, had been quite clear: pack everything that is dear to you when you leave for the Circle, because we are glad to be rid of you, and you will not be welcome back here again.

She had not touched the thing since she had first unpacked into this room. Now she beat two decades worth of dust off of it, and stood it open at the foot of her bed. One by one, she folded up each of her skirts and blouses, then emptied the underwear and stockings from her drawers into the bag as well. Withdrawing the small chest from beneath her bed, she glanced at the gold within, making a hasty approximation of her total earnings, then added that to the bag as well. There was a neat stack of books on her desk, half read, but only a handful of the volumes were her own; these she packed, leaving the borrowed books in place. She threw her pipe and the rest of her elfroot in the rubbish bin. Without the satisfaction of irritating Emmrich, she would no longer have a use for either.

It did not take her long to gather her things. Though she had spent half her life in the Mourn Watch, now she left it with only a handful more possessions than she had when she arrived. At last she scanned the room one final time, checking under and within all the furniture. All was clear, except—Agnes discovered—for the topmost drawer of her desk.

The sight of the wrinkled programs inspired another swell of grief within her, and set her lower lip trembling all over again, but ‘No,’ she scolded herself, blinking past the tears, ‘you have already cried enough.’ Still she held the stack of paper programs reverently as she withdrew it from the desk, shuffling through the pages. Don Pasquale; The Barber of Treviso; The Marriage of Figaro. Agnes has cherished these mementos like sacred relics, each of them a reminder of a much-beloved, oft-revisited memory of Emmrich. Of time they had spent together. Of moments—however brief and delusional and champagne-induced they may have been—when she had imagined he might one day love her in return, as deeply and as hopelessly as she loved him.

Those, too, she consigned to the rubbish bin, along with her pipe.

One program alone she kept separate from the rest. Agnes set it down on the surface of the desk, before proceeding to clean the room. She beat the dirt from the small woven rug at the side of the bed; she swept the ashes from the hearth and scoured it clean. With a bucket water and lye she scrubbed determinedly at the floor of the bedroom until the tiles shone—as if, by removing all biological evidence that she had once lived in this space (filled it with impossible dreams) she could similarly wash away the indelible marks it had made upon her soul.

And when she was finished—when the room was clean, the bed made, the whole place looking sterile as an infirmary—she set the program for The Elixir of Love, the first opera they had seen together, square in the center of the mattress, the creamy parchment standing out in sharp contrast against the crimson bed linens. In the tempest of her emotions, Agnes did not trust herself to leave Emmrich a goodbye note. It was too likely that she would say something she would ultimately come to regret. The program would have to speak volumes for her: the full weight of both her gratitude and her grief.

One day, perhaps, when all of this was far behind her, she could look back on that night and be happy, instead of feeling so utterly heartbroken and bitter.

It was a cowardly act, to creep out of the Necropolis in the small hours of the night as she was doing. Perhaps she owed it to herself and the other Watchers to formally put in her resignation, but Agnes was certain she could not endure it. She would not endure it. Johanna would ask too many questions Agnes could not answer, not without risk of revealing exactly why it was she needed to leave. And before she knew it all of her secrets would be out, and she would not only be grieved then but ashamed and humiliated, too, for everyone to know how much and how long she had loved Emmrich, and how easy it had been for him to cast her aside.

And it did not matter, really. She would never see any of them again. She did not intend to ever return to Nevarra.

Where would she go? Agnes wasn't sure. It was said the south was kinder to mages since Divine Victoria had assumed the Sunburst Throne, but all that evidence was anecdotal at best. Tevinter seemed the safer bet. What would she do there? Agnes wasn't sure, but she was a mage, and Tevinter ran on magic; she would figure out something. Surely with the Qunari invasion, she could find work as a mercenary, or a bodyguard. And in the short term, she had no need for money. If she was thrifty, she could stretch her twenty years' wages to keep her sheltered and fed for at least a few months, perhaps almost a year. What mattered most was that there was no joy left for her here in the Necropolis, no life left for her here. Anything else would be preferable to staying.

When she emerged into Nevarra City, the night was cool, blossom-perfumed. A clear sky full of stars stretched above her. And although she carried a terrible pain within her, the future seemed pregnant with possibility, if not promise. That, at least, was something.

Agnes breathed the cool air deeply, unpinned her hair from her head and let it cascade down her back. A gentle riverbreeze tossed her dark curls around her face, and as the wind blew past her, Agnes imagined that it carried Watcher Gallatus away with it. Whoever she became next, it would not be the lovesick, heartbroken woman she was leaving behind.

One foot in front of the other, she descended the grand staircase that led from the mouth of the Necropolis and into the city. She did not once turn back.

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-Spencer Reid x reader

{Bored one night you and Spencer play a game of chess}

Just a little something! Hope you enjoy lovelies💕

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Spencer doesn’t know if he’s losing his mind or if you’ve been secretly hiding the fact you’re a chess prodigy for the entirety of your relationship, but he knows for a fact that there are pieces missing from the bored, which definitely shouldn’t be missing.

He starts to question whether he taught you some kind of amazing strategy that he doesn’t even know about. But there’s something about the way you hide your smile in the palm of your hand that tells him otherwise. “Where’d my knight go?” He presses, leaning forward with a frown as he studies your face.

“What do you mean ‘where’d my knight go?’ I took it from you a second ago” you tell him biting back the smirk that teeters on your lips.

It takes a lot of self-control to not burst into a fit of giggles when he shakes his head, the slight confusion that contorts his face is much funnier than it should be. Spencer runs his hand through his hair as he tilts his head to the side, looking to see if you’re hiding any pieces and surprisingly he doesn’t catch onto the small stash you have going on, wooden pieces digging into your thigh from where you've squashed them between your leg and the sofa.

“No you- you took a pawn that isn’t- I still had both my knights” he huffs more so talking to himself than to you. Spencer ponders for a moment, his chin resting against his palm as his tongue darts out to the corner of his mouth, still thinking.

“I went to the bathroom for no less than a minute, and you’ve stolen half the board” he says, his hand grasping your knee softly as pushes your leg to the side. “You think I wouldn’t notice?” He lets out a humorous chuckle as the wooden knights and a rook, along with a couple of pawns fall from their place mashed between your thigh and the couch.

“Did you forget? I have an eidetic memory angel” There’s an almost prideful expression that flashes through his sweet smile and you can’t help but giggle, a certain warmth blooming through your chest.

“Okay, but I had you for a second didn’t I?” You take his hand in your own, smoothing your thumb across his knuckles as he looks at you with those love-sick eyes of his.

You lean forward slightly trying to distract him as you take his queen, whispering a sly, 'I win' as you wiggle the wooden chess piece in front of his soft eyes, which soon changes when he rolls them with a huff.

Spencer takes the piece from your fingers, "You had me, but you're a terrible liar" he whispers, pressing a delicate kiss to your cheek.

"Hmm, am I a terrible lair or are you just a ridiculously good profiler?" you push the hair that frames his face, moving it from his eyes as you tuck it gently behind his ear.

He lets out an almost shaky sigh as you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, "Both, probably" he chuckles watching as you put the wooden pieces back in their rightful places, "But you really are a bad liar- you always bite the inside of your lip or you get this smile and-" you don't let him finish the sentence, covering his mouth with your hand with a quiet 'Yeah, yeah alright'

You both break out into giggles as he helps you with putting the chessboard back together, "I could teach you? and if you actually listen you might beat me" he says looking over at you, "One day."

You roll your eyes, "Okay, but first, do you want coffee?" you ask, standing from your place on the sofa as he looks up at you with an appreciative smile, he nods as you press a kiss to his forehead before walking off to the kitchen to make the pair of you some coffee. A slight feeling of determination builds up in your chest, determination to beat him in chess, one day.

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underqualified-human · 11 months

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Rook Hunt NSFW Alphabet

→ Request: Rook Hunt for the NSFW Alphabet please!

→ Author’s Note: wrote everything on my phone so any weird concord or tense errors are probably because of that

→ ⚠ Warnings ⚠: Smut! What else did you expect? Blood

→ Fandom: Disney: Twisted Wonderland

→ Genre: Headcanons

→ Pronouns: They/Them

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

He kind of just stares at you afterwards. No expression, just wholly neutral.

It may make you a bit insecure, but he immediately starts to compliment you.

Likes to run you a bubble bath and help you clean up

B = Body part (their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He always tells you that his favourite part of you is what you just so happen to be insecure about. In truth, he can’t really choose. Every part of you is his favourite and he’ll also tell you this regularly

He quite likes his hands, do with that what you will

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Anywhere, he has no preference wherever you want it he’s going with it no question

Though he does enjoy doing it outside, either in a condom or on you

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Nothing is a secret with this man, he tells you everything he’s into and everything he isn’t and expects the same from you, though he understands if you’re hesitant to talk about things like that.

He’s everything if not patient.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He gets no bitches

He’s a quick learner so he knows what he’s doing most of the time but no, has almost no experience

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He’s pretty vanilla when it comes to positions so missionary or cowgirl, depending on who’s the dom

Also up to being pegged just so you know

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

Depends on the foreplay mainly

Tends to be more carefree and playful all throughout unless it’s a specific roleplay scenario that you two are acting out

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Come on he’s a Pomefior student he’s very well-groomed

The carpets are slightly darker than the drapes, kind of like how eyebrows are sometimes

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

He is SO sappy

Wants to pull out the candles and rose petals and smooth music every time you have sex, and succeeds for the most part

Even when it’s spontaneous he goes: “Wait, wait!” and pulls out a rose from absolutely nowhere and gives it to you

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Doesn’t do it often

If he’s in a mood he usually goes to you for help, but if you say no he has no problem taking care of himself

You won’t know this though, because he is very quiet when he wants and needs to be, maybe lets out a sigh when he finishes but that’s about it

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Predator/Prey dynamics 100%

He is a switch as well, so he doesn’t mind being either

Also into biting/ marking

L = Location (favourite places to do the do)

In your dorm or (and I know I'm being super stereotypical) against a tree

Anywhere in the house is fair game to him

He doesn't want to have sex on the ground, so trees are also fair game (and they give him more leverage)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

It is an enigma to you and himself

Some days he just randomly thinks about something that makes him horny with zero prompting

But at the same time, he is very easily swayed when it comes to you. You could breathe and he’d get turned on

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He’ll try anything at least once, he’s a bit of slut that way.

But also anything you agree is a hard limit, he respects your boundaries

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Probably prefers receiving

Firmly believe that he thinks he's worse at oral than he actually is

He is really good though

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Leans more slow and sensual

He wants it to last as long as possible and wants both of you to feel good all throughout

He is also a bit of a tease

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Doesn't like them very much

He wants sex to be romantic and to him that means slow

Though in the same breath that doesn't mean that he'll never have a quickie

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

So, so game

You have no idea

As said before, he'll try anything at least once before deciding it's a no

He takes risks, but at the same time if you say no to something he'll drop it immediately

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

He can go for a lot of rounds, but they're all pretty short since he finishes quickly

Won't stop until you've finished though

Challenges himself to try and last longer each round, but it's usually the same each time

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He has a box. No I won't elaborate.

Uses them on both himself and you

Once again: Is down to get pegged

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He doesn't do it often but boy does he enjoy it

He's a frequent overstimulator so be warner

Teases you and also doesn't mind being teased back

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be both really loud and freakishly quiet depending on the situation

Overall though he's a very loud moaner

Doesn't whimper or dirty talk as much, but does do so every now and then

Has legitimately said 'Yay!' Once after he finished and yes it was inside

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s into bloodplay

Menstrual or from a cut (or even edible fake blood if you’re uncomfortable being cut)

Its how it looks specifically that he's into

I will elaborate no further

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

3 inches when flaccid and like 3.5 when hard

Girthy and also has a slight curve down

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

It’s neither high nor low. It’s pretty random, to be frank

If you're in the mood he's usually down

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He falls asleep whenever you fall asleep

#aries writing #twst #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #x reader #twst x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader

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ryuichirou · 7 months

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hm how about TW bottoms reactions to their top not pulling out on time

Now that’s a good question, even though whenever I draw anything on a spicier side, it’s like I completely forget that sometimes people pull out. I thought that I wouldn’t be able to come up with anything interesting because of that, but thankfully the characters are fun enough for miracles to happen lol

Alright, so…

Riddle – if it’s Trey, Riddle’s just going to whimper helplessly, maybe even get concerned or a bit scared if this is the first time, but it’s all good, because Trey will take care of him anyway. If it’s Floyd, Riddle is going to go ballistic lol In a very hypocritical Riddle manner, despite the fact that he kind of enjoyed feeling Floyd juice running down his legs, Floyd will get off-with-your-head’ed for that.

Deuce – he kind of likes it when his lover does it inside; he only asks not to do it when it’s too late at night + he has club activities that day, because it takes too long to clean and doesn’t feel right when he runs after that. So if Ace doesn’t pull out when he was asked to do it, Deuce is going to yell at him and maybe even punch or kick him. Surprisingly, if it’s Jack who did it, Deuce wouldn’t have such strong reaction, because he knows that Jack didn’t mean to… (rude, Ace didn’t mean to do it either!!)

Leona – he might say “hey” and look annoyed, but he doesn’t mind it actually. Sometimes he scoffs and says “good job, you know you’ll have to clean it yourself right?” and pretends to fall asleep while Ruggie thinks about whether it was worth it or not…

Jamil – he is disappointed but not surprised. He knows that Kalim prefers it that way. He also knows that if he wants Kalim to pull out, he must either do it himself (by jumping off the dick right before Kalim cums, thank god Jamil can always tell when it’s going to happen) or asking Kalim to do it somewhere else in a sexy way. The latter option is too embarrassing, but the first option upsets Kalim… Jamil can’t use Snake Whisper either, because that defeats the purpose of having sex with Kalim: if he doesn’t remember it well, he wants to repeat the process. So for the majority of time Jamil just asks Kalim not to cum inside, and Kalim says “sure thing”… and does it anyway because he forgot :(

Vil – he is also disappointed but not surprised, but a little bit less than Jamil. When Vil asks Rook not to do it inside, a lot of times Rook is nice enough to comply with his wishes. But this is actually a strategic decision for Rook: if he never listens to Vil, Vil is going to come up with a way to stop Rook from cumming altogether or just refuse to have sex with him lol So the compromise is that Rook listens to Vil when he asks him not to… except sometimes he doesn’t and cums inside anyway. Vil just never knows when to expect it. So if it happens, he would actually feel a wave of pleasure through his entire body, but then sigh and scold Rook. Although sometimes it’s a very playful flirty scolding, because surprise surprise Rook’s disobedience is hot. And sometimes it’s similar to a “go sleep on a couch, you animal” thing…

Epel – he would get all blushy and warm inside at first, still a bit high on his own arousal and ecstatic about how perverted, rebellious and adult this whole thing is… but then he’ll realise how difficult it’s going to be to clean this out + how he can’t move at all without spilling it everywhere, so he’ll start panicking a little lol It’s okay, Epel, you’ll get used to it.

Idia – he is not the master of his own destiny, the concept of asking not to cum inside and his lover complying is kind of foreign to him. Out of all the tops, there is barely anyone who would do it, even Ortho is kind of a menace when it comes to this lol Ortho’s logic is “if I help niisan clean himself afterwards, it’s all good, right?”, so this is how it happens. To Idia, sex is exhausting either way… but still, if he asked his lover to pull out, and still ended up with a cream pie, he’s going to complain about it and switch between mumbling about certain someone being bad at holding back his urges, and mumbling about how he should create a machine that would clean his butt for him.

Silver – he isn’t used to his top pulling out in general, so he wouldn’t react at all. In fact, he would instead react if he was to pull out… he would blink with such confusion lol But then again, maybe his lover wanted to cum on his body or face instead, in that case he would understand… both Lilia and Sebek are someone who’d prefer to do it inside so lol

Malleus – in a way similar to Silver, but he is at least aware that sometimes his lover would pull out: maybe it’s because Malleus is a prince, maybe it’s because Malleus is a dragon fae and he should be more cautious about things that enter his body (ahem), but all that is irrelevant: if his lover was to pull out, Malleus would get upset and sulky, because he was really looking forward to the sensation of getting filled! Now you’ve ruined the whole thing, Lilia. Redo it immediately. Redo… him.

#replies #headcanons

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— Sneaking in —

Synopsis: sneaking into their dorms!! For… different reasons that barely correlate to actually sneaking in :’)

Warnings: Idia being sick lol, not proofread

Characters: Sebek, azul, jamil, rook, and Idia

Pronouns for reader: gender neutral/ not mentioned

A/n: hello!! I know I have a lot of requests to finish but I couldn’t focus with this idea in my head :’). So!! I’m quickly writing this then back to requests >:O. I’ve been posting a lot of twst recently, so I do apologize for the people who follow me strictly for genshin content, I do hope you’re hanging in there OAVEJEG anyway, hope you enjoy!! And take care of yourself!!

— Sebek —

You carefully snuck through the diasomnia form hallways, the creaking of the floorboards were the only thing that could give you away. That or the loud opening of sebeks door, and his head peaking out, with a large comical scowl, and frown on his face. He opened his mouth to speak, but thought against it as Lilia’s room was right across from his own, and he didn’t want to wake Lilia of all people. So he grabbed your arm, and hurried you inside his room.

“You were so loud I could hear you open the front door.” Sebek said his hand sliding down your arm, to carefully grab intertwine his hand with your own. “Nuh uh!! I was super careful!!” You protested. He scowled even harder, but despite that he was somehow very… docile this evening. He caught himself before shouting, he’s very gentle with his hold on your hand, he even asked you to sneak into his dorm, even though the curfew is 10pm and it’s currently 11pm, which all give the vibe that he’s not quite his usual self tonight.

“Sebek? Are you ok?” You squeeze his hand, which is still holding your own. He hums in response, his demeanor very… shy, and even embarrassed. You laugh a little, at how your big, half fae crocodile, loud, boyfriend is acting all… shy. It’s cute, you wouldn’t tell him that, but you know… he’s cute!! “I know you didn’t ask me to sneak in here without a reason.” You say, grabbing his other hand. He mumbles something completely incoherent as a response. “What was that?” You tease, even if it was a genuine question.

“I said… I just missed you.” His pointy ears turn pink, as his eyes meet your own. Ahh, now this makes more sense. Of course with the overblotting, and events, and etc etc, Malleus has been busy, which by extension means Sebek has been busy. Barely has any time to see you even, and he hates that, even if he doesn’t want to admit it because while he isn’t with you, he’s doing his duty and protecting Malleus. But, he can’t help himself, he misses you. You sigh, “alright c’mere.” You say, dragging him over to his bed, and laying down with him, beginning to talk about mindless things like you usually do.

— Azul —

“Thank you jade.” You say politely, as jade closes, and locks the mostro lounge doors again. “Of course.” You look over the massive box you’re holding, to try and make your way towards azul’s office. Getting close to the doors you can hear Floyd doing his agreed upon job, and distracting Azul so he’d stay in his office longer than usual. You creak open the door, and neither Floyd nor Azul could see you over the again, very very large box you were carrying.

Floyd rushes over to help place said box on the coffee table in the middle of the office. “Delivery forrrrrr… the prettiest boy in the world!! A-k-a the birthday boy!!” You say with a cheeky smile, thankfully for Azul Floyd has already left the room, saving him from the embarrassment. Well… you can’t really save completely, his face already turning red, as he bites down on his lip to stop himself from smiling. “What are you doing? I thought we were going out for dinner.” Azul says as he walks over to where you’re standing by your box.

“Well, maybe that was a lie to get you to think we were doing that when in reality…” you proceed to open said box, lifting it up to reveal a beautifully decorated cake. “We’re having cake for dinner!!” Azul think over how… unhealthy that is, but before he can get worked up ok how own thoughts you’re already sitting him down and lighting his candles. “You really got jade and Floyd in on this to help you sneak in?” Azul questioned, intertwining his pinky with yours. “Of course, as long as I give them some cake”

— Jamil —

“What are you doing?” Jamil asks as he suddenly appears right behind you. You jump away from your spot peering around the corner, your hands find their way to grasp the over the shoulder bag you were carrying. They have very valuable goods in I’ll have you know!! “uhhhhhhhhhhhh sneaking… into… your dorm?” You say it like a question. Jamil quirks an eyebrow, “really?” “Yes really!! That’s what I was doing before… you caught me” your demeanor goes to shy, and embarrassed real fast, which jamil chickened at a bit.

“You know you could have just… used the front door.” Jamil comments. You sigh, resting your hand ok your hip, and tsk at his naivety, “now now jamil. You know it’s less fun that way. Plus I wanted to surprise you!!” He crosses his arms, shifting his weight from one foot to the other, “oh? And why would that be?” Your face flushes as you suddenly remember why you came here.

“Well… I uh-“ you open up the bag you had with you, and carefully pull out a small bouquet you had with you “I actually wanted to give you this!!” You hold it out in front of you, a bright and almost innocent smile spreading on your face as you outstretched your arms. Jamil carefully holds the bouquet, looking at it confused, he’s never gotten such a thing from someone… what exactly does this mean? Do you feel the same way for him? Or is it a… friendly gesture amongst friendly friends for friends. He’s not sure. The more he stares at your gift the more your face reddens. “If… you don’t like it that’s fine, I know it’s not really a uh… what’s the word… hmm… practical? Gift?” Jamil now looks up from the flowers “No no it’s just… never mind, thank you. I appreciate it.”

— Rook —

You casually walked through the halls of Pomefiore, you were just gonna meet up with epel for some studying!! Nothing more!! And yet… “ah Mon cherie!! Were you trying to surprise me with your presence?” Rook said as he quickly revealed himself behind the corner, a sharp smile on his face. You step back and scream, obviously surprised by his appearance, rightfully so too!! “Holy sh- rook?!”

He tilts his head, and fully steps away from the corner, walking towards you, and taking your hand in his to kiss it tenderly. Your face bursts into a fit of blush, but also still shock from him startling you, “hey!! No flattery.” Rook looks at you, still with that same sharp close mouthed smile, “Hm, I do apologize for scaring you, but I just couldn’t help myself”

Rook leans against the wall next to him, “I thought you were sneaking up on me, oh how scary that would be” he fakes being dramatic, for a little added flair. “No, I’m just going to study with epel.” You tilt your head, clearly confused. “Oh now you’re even choosing epel over me, oh my!!” “What do you mean??” You respond, very clearly confused on how he keeps pulling random scenarios out of thin air “oh I can’t believe my beloved dear, is hanging out with someone other than me in my own dorm!!” You sigh and start walking to epel’s room, with rook still tailing behind you like a dramatic puppy. God this study session is gonna be obnoxious.

— Idia —

The ignihyde halls are usually very empty, as the echos of your footsteps are played over and over again. There’s not many students in ignihyde, and the ones that are here typically find themselves in their room, or on campus. Either way, meant you got to sneak into the dorms easily, well… after you notified ortho before hand (ortho is ignihyde equivalent of Cerberus prove me wrong).

Now, all you had to do was… not startle Idia, should be easy enough. You knocked on his door, and slowly opened it after hearing him groan. Upon entering you saw him huddled in a blanket, his face illuminated by the screen of his pc, and screen. “Hey.” You say, and you can hear a little squeak, and see him jump a bit in his chair. “What… are you doing here?” Idia says turning around, with a sniffle. You shrugs and say, “well I thought I should cheer you up.” You hold up a bag you were carrying, “I brought candy, that new game you’ve been wanting, and I even brought a copy for myself and my console. Oh and more tissues and medicine, cause you look all… drippy.

It’s funny how whenever Idia gets sick, it’s ortho who calls you for help. Idia was miserable this whole day so far, until you snuck in, and decided to take care of him. Idia, snuggles again, the tops of his hair turning a bright shade of pink, “thanks…” he mumbles, he is truly thankful for everything!! He just… god you make him so nervous, and so happy all at once. You walk over and hand him the box of tissues, “of course. Anytime.”

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dream-phantasm · 2 years

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Leona Kingscholar x Reader: Love Letters (5)

Oops, this was supposed to be done earlier but school got in the way as usual lol

We’ll be meeting Rook soon as well as Trey again!

Hope you enjoy!

No spoilers or warnings for now but this might change in future installments :)

"You scared me. I almost thought you were Rook…" Ruggie shudders, jumping a little. "Uh, who's Rook?" You question him.

"You haven't felt him yet? I think he's been watching you for most of the day. It's better for me if he targets somebody else anyway, shishi!" He gets up, dusting off his pants. "Oh, the weirdo in the…yeah, right! The letters! It was you, right?!" You accuse him.

He raises an eyebrow before a look of shock crosses his face. Ruggie bursts into another round of giggles. You glare at him, embarrassed. "It's not funny, dude! Just tell me." You huff.

"Hahaha! Ah-" You swear to the great sevens, Ruggie was clutching his stomach, wiping tears from his eyes. His reaction almost made you crack up as well. "You- You're so- Ahaha! I can't believe you…you think it's me!?" Ruggie sneers, his tail wagging slightly, "Just wait till he hears this!"

"He?!" You look at him incredulously. "So, you know who it is! Tell me!" You shake him roughly by the shoulders.

He pushes out of your grip rather easily, much to your disappointment. "Nope, can't do that. Unless you have more than he's paying, my lips are zipped." Ruggie grins. You glare at him, it totally seems like he's teasing you. Almost everybody at this school had heard that you lived in a ramshackle dorm, therefore it was only natural to assume you have zero cents to your name as well.

"Uh, what if I hurt you?" You wince upon hearing that come out of your mouth. You know how ridiculous you sound.

"Shishishi, what are you going to do? You're in a bad spot, y'know." He taunts you. "Hm. If I give you a hint, will you call off your red blue duo and your cat? We can call everything forgiven, right?" This Valentines day has been torturous. It's really not that much to ask in return for information. You're sure he probably has an ulterior motive.

"Um, I can try. They don't really listen to me, and Grim's not a cat!" You scowl, wary. "If you're so sure about that. You better try real hard! Shishishi, if I tell you, maybe he'll start treating me better." He giggles the last part to himself.

"Right! You've met him before. Pay attention to his face, he's exceptionally handsome and has green eyes." Ruggie tells you, you nod frantically along.

You only knew about two people with green eyes at NRC that you had talked to. That would be Cater and some random first year who had matching green hair. You really doubted it was Cater and you hadn't talked to that other guy enough to warrant gifts and love letters.

He also seemed to dislike you, for whatever reason.

"I gotta go before that Rook finds me. Cya, shishishi!" He picks a handful of dandelions and runs off before you can even get a word in. "T-Thank you?!" You shout after him. "You and him owe me one now!" Ruggie cheerfully waves with his free hand. Then, he's just gone.

In the distance, you see a red and blue blur approaching.

"[Name]...stop…running off everywhere!" Ace yells as he sharply inhales, "I don't understand this crazy track-head."

"Track-head, really? Track is a great sport to build endurance!" Deuce is a little out of breath but otherwise seems to be in better shape than Ace. "[Name]! You were so fast! Are you sure you don't want to join Track?" He turns to you excitedly.

"Henchman! My legs are all wobbly, I'm so tired dazo!" Grim promptly falls on your feet. You pick him up with a sigh, "I can't, I'm already in the taking-care-of-Grim club."

"Are you sure that isn't a full-time job?" Ace snorts. "Nope, that's why I'm handing him off to you guys after school. Grim-sitting is on you guys in the afternoon." You smile.

"Why can't I come with, henchman dazo?" Grim whines. "Because I'll be studying and doing boring things. It'll be more fun with ADeuce." You gently convince him. "ADeuce? You better not make that a thing." Ace huffs. "Ever since Cater called us that…I don't want to be associated with him." Deuce shudders.

"You think I want to be associated with you? Please, you're not very good at making jokes."

"These two…" You and Grim share a look. "Class is probably starting soon, we should get going." You hope to distract them from chasing down that beastman.

"Yeah, we'll avenge that lost deluxe menchi katsu sandwich dazo!" Grim exclaims. "Maybe you should focus on class more." A lying hypocrite you were. It was a miracle the two of you got the marks you did. Under your collaborative effort as a singular student, you both pass with decent grades.

"Considering you two barely keep up, it's crazy you two haven't failed yet." Ace snickers. "Don't worry! If we work hard enough, we'll become honor students!" Deuce smiles, a look of determination on his face. You can't deny him.

"I'll become the greatest magician dazo!"

"Oh yeah, by the way, I got a hint bout my uh…admirer." You tell them as you all walk back. "Was it that — what did Cater call him again? — guy then?" Deuce curiously asks. "No, I don't think so. Ruggie told me he's attractive with green eyes and that we've met before." You explain.

"Wow, that narrows it down by a lot."

"Shut it, Ace. It's not my fault almost all of the students here are attractive."

"Green eyes…You don't think it's Cater, is it?!" Deuce gasps. "No way! Since that Ruggie guy seemed familiar with him, I assumed the…admirer…would be a Savanaclaw member." You suggest. "What, so you wanna go around Savanaclaw, looking into people's eyes?" Ace questions, clearly doubtful.

You hadn't planned this far. "Uh…maybe?" You shrug. "And if it's some random Savanaclaw member, what'll you do about it, huh?" You hate to admit that Ace is making valid points.

"There's someone else who we could ask about this." You snap, a light bulb going off in your head, "Do you guys know a guy named Rook?"

Deuce's eyes widen in realization.

"Ah, I think I heard Trey talk about someone named that before!"

Your next lead would be the mystery stalker, Rook.

Ao3: HERE

If you see it posted anywhere or by anyone else, it's not me.

#twisted wonderland #leona kingsholar x reader #leona x reader #leona kingscholar #ace trappola #deuce spade #ruggie bucchi #gender neutral reader #love letters #valentines day #valentines #fluff #not beta read #i'm not getting better at tagging

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2-lines-and-a-circle · 1 year

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So what place am I?

Notes: Rook x fem. reader, short read, fluff

Out of curiosity you were asking the mirror on your phone questions back and forth with Rook. As the two of you asked away with your nonsense questions a certain question popped up. Raising the corners of your mouth to a smile you asked “Mirror, Mirror, who is the fairest of them all?”.

On the other end of the phone, you heard this striking message, “I’m sorry, I’m not sure I understand”. Looking towards Rook the two of you bursted out laughing, but you repeated yourself once more.

You: Mirror, who is the fairest of them all? Mirror: Neige Leblanche is the fairest of them all. You: Really? It’s not me. Rook: Don’t worry, your beauty still shines! You: I guess, Mirror who is the second fairest of them all? Mirror: Vil Schoenheit. You: Okay… am I third place at least? Mirror: I’m sorry, I cannot place you anywhere.

After hearing the outcome you dramatically fell to the floor disappointed by the answers you had received. Grabbing you, Rook attempted to pick you up off the floor.

You: Rook, I think the mirror is attacking me!!!!

Laughing at your dramatic display of self pity, Rook chuckled a little then proceeded to tell you that you don’t need to listen to that mirror. He started picking every detail he loved about you.

Rook: Well, I can’t lie and say you place above those two in level of fairness, I do adore those creases on your face when you smile, that’s a pure look of perfection. From the way your hair gets tangled in the morning to the way you have a burn mark on your inner thigh, I love those details about you. Alas, it’s those very details that make you ever so lovely, I’ll point them out for you if you'd like to listen to some more details.

You were slightly concerned but happy at the same time. It made you happy to know Rook enjoyed those parts about you, but it did strike you as concerning. “How much has he been watching me?” was the only thought in your head. Still, you continued to listen to Rook list on and on about his favorite parts of you. Especially since he knew some parts of you, even you didn’t know about. Like how you had a mole on the back of your left shoulder blade.

#twst #twisted wonderland #rook hunt #pomefiore #fluff #been feeling like writing more about Rook these days #might change later #dramatic couple #rook x reader #fem reader

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Rook 32! (Neige concert lmao)

Hi anon! Rook is very oc in this but I hope you enjoy the fic! I had fun writing Yuu being grossed out at happiness lol :)

Prompt 32. my friend drags me to the concert of some boy band that I can’t stand because they didn’t want to go alone and you overhear me complaining about how awful they are and decide to prove me wrong in a heated debate

Note: Modern au, aged up characters, me lowkey ranting about NRC losing to RSA, mention of game events, "Heigh Ho!" is a fan translation (cries in EN server)

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: not beta read and possible OOC characters (Rook definitely is)

Yuu was annoyed, very annoyed. She was annoyed at the world when she got dragged out of her will, and her roommate, Rielle, was currently having the time of his life at the Neige LeBlanche concert.

Who was Neige? One might ask. Neige was a talented actor and singer known for his cutesy looks and friendly personality. It was nice for some people, but not Yuu. She was not a fan of him at all. Too bad she was sitting in the front section, close to the stage, of the concert, or else she would've booked it out of there.

"Did I ever tell you that I hate you?" Yuu turned to her red-headed friend, who pouted in response.

"But you said that you were my friend yesterday!"

Yuu rolled her eyes. "Yes, until you dragged me here! That was when I revoked your friend status."

Rielle stopped pouting and gave his most adorable puppy eyes his blue eyes could muster. "C'mon Yuu, this will be fun. You will have a great time, I promise."

Yuu only crossed her arms and sighed. Here goes the next two hours of her life wasted on this concert. "I am going to die."

"Of fun!" Rielle beamed and turned his attention back to the concert. Neige had finally arrived, along with seven dwarves standing behind him.

"Hello, everyone! How is everyone tonight?"

Yuu winced as every fangirl/fanboy screamed their heart out for the performer. Yuu could feel her hearing starting to degenerate. "If only I invested in some earplugs," she grumbled and glared at Rielle, who was too busy fanboying to care.

"Tonight, I will start my show off with a familiar song. This one is one of my favorites, Heigh-Ho!"

"A KIDS SONG?!" Yuu exclaimed and turned to Rielle. "Is he serious right now?"

"Of course he is!" Her friend replied as Neige sang the first few verses.

The sun calls for us with a wave of its hand Our morning is here Let's all get ready Who's sleeping in? Pull him out of his futon Hurry up, hurry up! Let's go, let's go! Good morning, everyone!

"I am living in a nightmare!" Yuu groaned as everyone sang along. The words sounded cult-like in Yuu's ears, and she already wanted her misery to end. If only a monster appeared and ended the show…a girl could dream.

Yahoo, yahoo What a fun song Let's all spin around and dance Come on, let's hold hands Let's all laugh and dance

"Does this boy even hear himself? Spinning around, laughing, and dancing. What a goody two-shoes! He sounds so fake!"

“Excuse moi, madamoiselle. Roi de Neige sounds very passionate about his words.

Yuu, annoyed, turned to the stranger next to her. He had long blonde hair, green eyes, a shirt with "I <3 Neige," and a wide-brimmed hat with a feather. Yuu questioned why the guy didn't get complaints from the people behind them. "Well, his singing makes him sound like a little boy, and he's what? 18."

The man arched an eyebrow and crossed his arms. All of his attention was focused on Yuu. "Oh? Tell me, madamoiselle. Which artists do you prefer?"

"Well, I like Poppu Myūjikku because they have a variety of music, unlike this Cocomelon remake."

The man hummed in thought. "I see what you mean. Roi d'Or is a good drummer, Monsieur MagiCam is also a good singer, and Monsieur Curiosity has a very unique taste. I saw a video of him smashing guitars and stage diving on MagiCam. Tsk tsk."

"Oh yeah? Tell me, what makes Neige so interesting, then?"

The man smiled as if rose petals were floating around him. "Well, his songs have so much meaning behind them; it just makes you want to sing along! His innocent demeanor attracts people and animals to him. Also, he has worked hard to get to where he is now. Just staring at him now makes me wish for world peace."

Yuu laughed mockingly. "World peace? That sounds stupid. Besides, Neige is not the only hard-working celebrity. There is Vil Schoenheit, who works ten times more than Neige and is a better celebrity than him!"

(Somewhere in the same city, Vil unknowingly smiled as he fixed a lavender-haired boy's makeup).

The man stood up straight and looked down at Yuu in annoyance. "Roi de Poison is beautiful but not on the same level as Neige. In fact, both of them competed in a singing competition, and Roi de Neige won."

Yuu felt a vein pop out of her forehead. She had remembered seeing that competition and how devastated Vil was at the results. He was so close to winning, but he lost by one point. What pissed her off the most was that he lost to the very song Neige started the concert with. "WHY YOU!!! Neige is nothing compared to Vil, and Vil deserved that win!" She yelled out with angry tears running down her eyes. Her response shocked the man, and it seemed like no one else heard it as they were too busy cheering on Neige.

"Hey, Yuu." The redhead behind Yuu interrupted, causing her to turn her attention to her friend. "Are you okay? I heard you yelling just now."

Yuu wiped away her tears with her hands. "I just want to go home, Rielle. Please take me home."

Rielle looked at her with concern. "Are you sure?"

"Please!" Yuu pleaded, and Rielle nodded.

The man sat there frozen as he watched the encounter. Suddenly his mouth moved before he could think ." Wait."

Yuu turned to the man. "What do you want now?"

The man dug inside his pocket and pulled out a neatly folded handkerchief. "Here, and I'm sorry about earlier."

Yuu stared at the handkerchief and the man before reluctantly taking it. She just wanted to leave without embarrassing herself in front of more people. Yuu said nothing as she and Rielle left eh venue, leaving Neige and the mystery man behind.

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The birds were singing a sweet melody outside of Yuu's window. The sun shone brightly, and everything reminded her of Neige's concert and the mystery man. Yuu shook her head. She wished she knew who he was now that her mind had settled. She could return his handkerchief back and apologize like an adult. A knock interrupted Yuu's thoughts, and she called for someone to come in. A familiar mop of red hair and blue eyes entered, carrying a glass of water.

"Good morning, Yuu." Reille smiled hesitantly as he handed her the cup. "I see that you are awake now. How are you feeling?"

Yuu drank the water and smiled. "Better now. Thank you."

Rielle sighed and ran a hand through his hair. "Look, I'm sorry for dragging you to the concert. I thought that you would have fun when obviously you didn't. I will make sure to not do something like that ever again."

Yuu smiled sadly and looked down at the empty cup in her hands. "It's alright. I forgive you."

"That's good. Speaking of, you need to look at MagiCam.

Yuu tilted her head in confusion. "Why?" Rielle opened his phone and showed Yuu the screen. It was a video of an interview about the concert, and on it was none other than the man from yesterday wearing his ridiculous hat and shirt. "Great Sevens, is this real?"

"Just watch." Rielle pressed play, and the man's voice filled the room.

"I enjoyed my time at the concert, and I'm not just saying this as the Eternal Snow fan club president." The man and the interviewer laugh.

"Are there any memorable moments from the concert?"

Yuu felt herself suck in a breath as the man's voice suddenly turned serious.

"There are. I met many fans during it, but also someone who was not a fan. Someone as passionate about other celebrities as I am with Neige. However, I said some things I regret, and for that, I am sorry. I hope to apologize to you in person, but this will do for now."

"Thank you for those words, and I hope you will find this person one day. Thank you for speaking to us, Monsieur."

The man only laughed. "You can call me Rook Hunt."

"Yes. Thank you, Rook. This is NRC News signing off."

Yuu and Rielle sat in silence. Yuu was busy processing everything when she suddenly remembered something. She reached over for the discarded handkerchief on the nightstand and examined it.

There, embroidered in purple, were the letters "R.H."

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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