#pomefiore fluff

[cvlutos]

♡ EX.HUSBAND!ROOK HUNT HEADCANNONS | ANGST[?], FLUFF[?], IMPLIED SEX

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who very persistent about co-parenting and living within the same house as to not hurt your child. Who keeps the separating between the both of you a secret, so that rumors don’t spread. So that your reputation isn’t hurt, in whatever gossip stirs.

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who sleeps in the guest room, because he wants you to keep the main bedroom. Yet sometimes when your sleep, he can’t help but slip into your room and place a gently kiss on your forehead. Or if your having a nightmare, to be there and console you.

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who has a difficult in remembering that your no longer his spouse. Who forgets that he can’t simply kiss you or hold you whenever he wishes. That when you’re busy that he can’t simply kiss your cheek. Or hug your from behind. He’s limited in his various affections.

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who stills spoils you. Still doing all the shopping. Who does half of the chores around the house. Who still buys you things even when you don’t ask. Who still is an absolutely devoted husband, even if he can’t be your actual husband,

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who pretends it’s all okay when you slowly start dating other people. Going on dates, hang outs, finding someone—someone who isn’t him—to be your partner. He has troubles hiding his own jealousy, making comments about the person and how they couldn’t possibly be the one.

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who loves you. Who can’t stand to see you come home with another person, who you let kiss you, hold, so close to crossing a line that can never be redrawn. A line that’s never crossed before Rook is there. For the second time in his life unsure of what to do. [His first times of being unsure is when you divorced him]

EX.HUSBAND!ROOK who’s apologetic that he ruined your moment, that he sent your ex-partner running to the hills. Yet he’d do it again. He’d always do it again.

[somekidnamedkai]

May i please request letters of love with rook? If not it's completely okay i hope you're having a good day!! (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

February 7th - Letters of Love

Authors Note: I really like writing for Rook so I had a lot of fun with this, so I hope you enjoy reading it!

Characters: Rook Hunt

Warnings: French Men

‘My Dearest, Prefect, I came to write to you to express how much I love you. You occupy my thoughts all day and night, every waking and non-waking minute I’m thinking of you. I love you more than any and all words can express. You are mon amor, my love, my life, my soul purpose, je vis pour t'aimer. I live for you. To make you happy so I can see your gorgeous smile and hear your beautiful laugh. It makes life worth living. The way you help people without hesitation, the way you stand up for your friends. Mon Amour, you’re perfection, and I wish to spend every day till the days we die reminding you. Happy Valentine’s Day, I wish you all the happiness one could have.

Love, Rook Hunt’

You didn’t realize you were crying until you saw a tear hit the bottom of the paper. Your heart swelled reading Rook's letter. It was the most romantic thing anyone has done for you. You loved Rook so much, and this made you love him even more if that was possible anyways.

‘p.s stop by Pomefiore after classes are over. Love you xx’

God, you loved this boy. The day felt like it was dragging on, so it could keep you from Rook. But once lunch finally arrived, Epel handed you a note, “it’s from Rook,” he told you, as you opened it.

‘Hello again, Dearest. I hope you’re having a wonderful day so far. Once you see me after classes, I do hope you tell me all about it. Don’t forget to eat lunch, it’s very important to eat three meals a day to stay healthy. I wouldn’t like mon amour to get sick now. And even if you do end up getting sick I will be there right by your side to take care of you, even if I get sick in the process, because you’re worth getting sick for, mon amour. Before I sign this away, I would just like to let you know how beautiful you look today. You’re stunning, your shine puts all stars to shame, I love you. Have a good rest of the day until we meet again, my love.

Love, Rook Hunt’

“What did he write? He wouldn’t tell me,” Epel asked you curiously. Your other friends looked over at the note you were smiling over, but before any of them could get a glance at it you pulled it back.

“It’s nothing,” you said as you began to blush, “I just can’t wait for school to be over,” you said happily, as you put the letter in your bag, leaving the others to wonder what was written on the note. But before any of them could make a guess, the bell rang. You waved goodbye before heading to your next class.

After what felt like a century, the final bell rang signaling that school was over. You dropped your work off at Ramshackle before heading over to Pomefiore to meet your boyfriend.

Once you got to the dorm you were greeted by Rook, who ran to you and gave you a bone-crushing hug. It was like he hadn’t seen you in years, “Happy Valentine’s Day,” he told you and kissed your forehead.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, my poet,” you joked, in regards to his letters, “I love you so much, Rook. Thank you for those letters.”

“Ah, you’re welcome mon chérie. I’m glad you enjoyed my letters. And I love you too. Now, tell me about your day,” Rook told you as he grabbed your hand and guided you to his room, where you could spend the rest of the day together, talking and being with each other.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#671 ALL THE RIGHTS-

Yuu: Look, you had no right to-

Vil*bites lip his lower lip*

Yuu:-tell me

Vil*smirks sd he flutters his eyelashes effortlessly beautifully*

Yuu:-who I should-

Vil*places hand on thigh*

Yuu: -date

Vil*literally already on top of you're lap*

Yuu:...

Vil*Wrapping his arms around your neck* You were saying?~

Yuu: You have all rights, you have right over me, my body, my mind and my soul*happy bliss, Giggling as he squishes you're face and starts to pepper your face in kisses*

[your-local-simp-writers]

First Kiss

Word Count: 408

Warnings: None

Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

The sun was beginning its descent, casting a warm glow over the Pomefiore gardens. Vil, the housewarden known for his impeccable standards, walked beside you, his presence commanding yet comforting.

“Beauty, my dear, is not merely in the symmetry of one’s features,” Vil mused, his gaze lingering on a perfectly bloomed rose. “It’s in the poise, the walk, the talk… the entire essence of a person.”

You nodded, hanging onto every word. “And what if someone doesn’t see their own beauty?” you asked, a hint of self-consciousness in your voice.

Vil stopped, turning to you with a softness in his eyes that belied his usual stern demeanor. “Then it is our duty to help them see it, to guide them,” he replied, reaching out to tuck a stray hair behind your ear. “Like this rose, which knows not of its allure, yet captivates all who gaze upon it.”

Your heart fluttered at the gesture, and you found the courage to meet his gaze. “And how would you guide me?” The question was out before you could stop it, but Vil didn’t seem to mind.

“With patience and care,” he said, his voice lowering. “For beauty is like a rare gem—it must be polished to truly shine.”

The air between you charged with an unspoken tension, and you took a step closer. “And if I want to shine now?” The challenge in your voice was playful, but earnest.

Vil’s smile was enigmatic. “Impatient, are we? Very well.” In a fluid motion, he closed the distance, his lips meeting yours in a kiss that stole your breath away. It was over before you could fully comprehend it, leaving you stunned.

“Oh, shit,” you whispered, the realization dawning on you.

Vil’s chuckle was low and warm. “Surprised?”

You nodded, still reeling from the intensity of the moment. But as he leaned in again, this time slower, giving you time to close your eyes and meet his kiss halfway, you found yourself sinking into the sensation, letting go of your reservations.

The kiss deepened, and you felt Vil’s hands settle on your waist, pulling you closer. You responded in kind, your arms wrapping around his neck, lost in the beauty of the moment.

When you finally parted, breathless and flushed, Vil’s gaze held a new admiration. “See? You shine brilliantly.”

And in the quiet of the garden, with the last rays of the sun painting the sky, you believed him.

[lorkai]

*･゜ﾟ Three reasons to love him

*･゜A/N: This has been seating on my drafts for some time now and maybe it's just me being me, but I don't like how this turned out. But if I don't post this now then I'II probably never will tbh. Enjoy! @sweetbydarkness

"I don't understand how you can love someone like that," Epel said, leaning over the bed and pretending to vomit on the impeccably clean floor of his room. The topic of dating always reminded him of your poor taste in men, in his own words.

The boy tried to make a grimace, but the black mask that Vil had applied to his face a few minutes ago prevented him from expressing what he felt. He resorted to waving his hands frantically to release the contained anger within his small body. "This mask bothers my face, and he forces me to do this every day. It's ridiculous, he's ridiculous, and you're ridiculous too. Everyone is ridiculous!"

You pretended to be offended, rolled your eyes, and pushed him away with your foot. But Epel was used to dodging Rook's cunning attacks and dodged at the last second to the other side of the bed, smiling like a true idiot once he was out of your reach.

"Oh, the great wisdom of humanity, if you had kept your mouth shut during the selection, Vil would never have looked in your direction and decided to 'torture' you, abominable cave creature," you reminded him with a laugh.

The boy pretended not to hear you as he scrolled through posts on Magicam carelessly, holding back from scratching his own face and ruining the mask Vil had applied to him. There was no way he would go through that torture twice in the same night.

Finally, he looked up at you again, letting out a tedious sigh, wondering how you could love someone as strict as Schoenheit.

Epel couldn't even remember how it happened. All he knew was that he woke up one day and realized a special sparkle existed in your eyes and a smile on your lips every time the blond was nearby or when you heard his voice, or when someone mentioned his name. Love was a beautiful feeling, as his grandmother had told him so many times, and yet, he rolled his eyes trying to find a single good quality for someone to love his dorm leader.

In his perspective, his dorm leader was just a cruel tyrant. Schoenheit was always talking about beauty and effort, but Epel didn't care about any of that. The boy had more important concerns in mind.

Anyway, he hoped that you two would start dating soon so that he would have more free time to jump in mud puddles and challenge Savanaclaw students to a fight — or that's what he liked to think, as he preferred to forget that Rook would keep an eye on him.

"Aren't you going to confess?" He suddenly asked.

And you felt the wave of shame rise on your face as you remembered all the plans you had created and shared with him, seeking a second opinion. One idea was more cliché than the other, and after a while pondering more ideas, you convinced yourself that it was better to simply express your feelings to him face to face. Nothing was better than a sincere confession, in your opinion. That's what you had decided, yet you hadn't mustered the courage to confess to him.

And how could you? He was almost a god, and that look in his beautiful eyes could intimidate anyone. Beautiful lilac eyes that made you smile every time he looked in your direction.

"Aren't you writing a letter? Did you give up on it?" He laughed bitterly. He endured hours of suffering and torture listening to the silly content you were writing. Epel felt a vein pulsating on his forehead at the fact that you had chickened out, and your expression didn't help at all.

"Well, I finally don't have to hear oh perfect Vil, oh gentle Vil again. For the love of the seven, I wanted to eat lava and die if you read those lines to me again!" He laughed loudly.

You looked at him and narrowed your eyes as if that would make him explode. In your mind, he was exploding into a thousand pieces, but you took a deep breath and rolled your eyes again.

Epel was even worse than you when he had a crush. He talked about his beloved for hours on end with a silly smile on his face, but he also didn't have much courage to confess, and when he tried, he started shouting and blushing.

"I could list a thousand reasons why Vil Schoenheit is perfect!" You confidently murmured aloud. A foolish smile once again spreading across your face as your friend looked disapproving.

He waved his hand as if to shoo away an annoying fly and laughed condescendingly, prolonging his laughter to irritate you a little more. "I doubt it!" Crossing his arms, Epel looked at you challengingly. "Tell me at least three reasons why you love him."

"What an outrage!" You naturally mimicked Sebek's way of speaking as you decisively looked back at your friend. "How dare you question Your Excellency in this way? But very well, I suppose I can entertain you for now, ungracious human. Feel grateful to be able to hear the qualities of my good lord."

Heat rose on your face as you let your mind wander through your memories and shared moments with Vil. A nervous laugh escaped your lips as you imagined Vil's beautiful and intimidating eyes staring at you, a smug smile growing on his lips as he heard everything you would say about him.

And clearing your throat, you began to speak in an almost timid tone but gaining your usual confidence as you spoke.

"Well… You see, I love the fact that Vil is very diligent and responsible. He literally created a specific skincare routine for each student in his dorm, thinking about even those who have some type of condition or allergy. That takes dedication and a great attention to details, he takes good care of his underclassmen, you gotta give him that." You said, taking a few seconds to continue.

You thought about all the moments you witnessed someone running up to Vil to tell him about what they had achieved with the help and advice he offered, and how his eyes softened with genuine joy because of it. With Vil, it was always about the little things.

He was happy if someone had fixed their posture, spoken in public without stuttering, or tried his products even with a busy routine. And he always showed it.

Perfection begins with small steps, you remember him telling you one day, as he helped with your eyeliner.

"I understand it can be uncomfortable to be approached by him suddenly and have a bunch of products thrown into your arms while he says you need to change this or that, but it's his way of showing he cares, Epel." You laughed, recalling just hours ago when the lilac-haired boy sought refuge in your dorm.

And how later he was approached by a certain hunter and the queen barging into the Ramshackle and how he was dragged all the way through to Pomefiore. And you were brought along to keep Epel company during his routine. Your face heating again as you remembered Vil's soft fingers touching your face and the focused look on his face.

"Maybe you'll understand in a few years." Epel rolled his eyes at your remark. You were not that much older than him.

The boy wrinkled his nose, furrowed his brow, and looked away behind you as if he found the ceiling more interesting than the subject you were talking about. Epel decided to be a child and ignore you again, not that you cared.

"Well, if he didn't care about you or the other students, he wouldn't spend so much time working on things that could help all of you." You concluded, looking at your nails with interest instead of focusing on the sounds of Epel's disgusted reactions.

He leaned back, resting against his plush pillows, muttering something under his breath that you couldn't quite understand. More relaxed, he made a hand gesture for you to finish this torture soon.

"Two more reasons to go." He reminded you unintentionally.

You chuckled. "He's passionate about what he does." You let out an almost dreamy sigh. "Passionate about his work, either be his modeling or acting job, or making potions. Or doing anything really, even when doing the most mundane of the things he just has this focused look on his face that is so inspiring. And everytime I look at him I feel capable of doing many things, of exceeding everything I put my mind into. Do it makes sense?"

You paused, thinking about everything he had inspired you to do, even if he wasn't aware of it. Vil was a huge source of bright light shining endlessly, never allowing the darkness to get too close, he started to brighten your days every time he was around you and you were grateful to him for that.

You were grateful for every tip, for every smile and hug exchanged, for every joke and story shared, for him being there when you needed him. Maybe deep down he knew about your feelings too, preferring not to comment anything about it so as not to embarrass you since you weren't subtle about how you felt. And why should you? Love was a beautiful feeling, but so confusing and agitated.

It was love that you felt when you opened the windows and saw a pink sky announcing the beginning of another day, another day that you could see and hear him, his voice, his little humming, leaving extremely happy for whatever the day thrown your way. It was love you felt when you saw him acting, chills running down your back when a cold, calculating expression took over his face like a mask. If he had to be a villain, it must be a sin to be so beautiful acting like that.

"Earth to Yuu!" Epel's voice took you out of your thoughts, spread out on his bed and completely relaxed in his presence, he was playing something on his cell phone. "Last reason?"

You smiled. It was so obvious what the ultimate reason was after everything you'd been through here. "Because he's true to himself, even with all the criticism and nasty comments he receives daily, he's strong and I'm very proud of him. Do you think he would think that was weird if I told him? I mean, I see how he tries hard even if not everyone can see it and I wanted to say that what he does is enough. I wanted to say he's the best."

Epel held back a giggle, the same characteristic giggle he had when he was up for no good. You stared at him, not understanding why he looked so smug, not understanding why his giggles evolved into a loud laughter.

"I must say, Liebling, I'm glad to hear all this." A new voice joined the conversation and you cold tell that there was a smile on Vil's face from the way he sound.

He sounds so proud, so happy that someone appreciated everything he did.

Your soul seemed to have left your body at that very moment, slowly turning back to see Rook and Vil standing in the doorway. A quick wave of recognition passed through you, Epel knew they had been behind you this whole time! That was why he was looking back before!

You clasp your hands together, wanting nothing more than to grab a pillow and use it to beat Epel until it bursts. Fortunately, you resisted this urge, feeling your heart beat faster in your chest with each step Vil took towards you and Epel must have sensed your murderous tendencies, preferring to get away from you before you attacked him.

His smile, as you predicted, was beautiful on his lips and he seemed overjoyed to hear such genuine compliments, even though he was used to it. All the anxiety and fear of rejection you felt before seemed to melt away as soon as you held eye contact, nothing else existing but you and him. And Epel who eventually made gagging noises as the seconds passed and Rook who recited poetry about the obvious love that existed and was reciprocal between you and Vil.

"How much did you hear?" You decide to ask, deciding that you would declare yourself here and now, without caring about anything else. He was here, he was listening to you. There would be no better opportunity than this.

And Vil smiled that cocky smile that made millions of butterflies dance in your stomach, holding your chin between his fingers carefully. "I've heard enough, Liebling." He's close now, his lips brushing your sensitive ear. "Do you want to talk about it once your skin care is finished?"

You nod, feeling the force of a thousand suns shining over your head, over your skin. You feel warm, but it's not as uncomfortable as it seems, on the contrary, you feel a thread of hope growing in your chest, Vil's fingers making you smile as he carefully pulls the black mask off your face.

Being cared for and loved by him felt incredibly good. And you sighed when those expressive lilac eyes kept you captivated by his attention, feeling the cold cream being spread over your skin.

Rook and Epel's voices were like your own white noise, sounding so soft in the background like a song that you don't pay attention to the lyrics. Vil gently held your hand when everything was finished and you followed him without asking, letting him take you to his room so you could talk.

At least, at the end of the night, you had managed to tell him about all the other reasons that made you love him so deeply.

[tzuyusluv]

❥ Kisses With Pomefiore

genre -> fluff

pairing(s) -> pomefiore dorm x reader

warnings -> bullying/teasing in epel’s, nothing much tbh

word count -> tba

summary -> kisses with the pomefiore dorm

Vil Schoenheit | A Kiss During A Scene

“Alright! Time to shoot the kiss scene and then we’re done for the day!” Walking up to the set where Vil stood was intimidating, knowing that in a few moments you would have to kiss him. It made your heart beat out of your chest. “Alright action!” Saying your lines that would eventually push Vil’s character to kiss you. When you finish, you wait patiently for Vil’s actions. He leans forward and connects your lips gently. Pressing down hard but not forcefully. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips. “Cut! That was perfect!” The director shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. The assistants take you to your trailer where you get ready for bed. Vil on the other hand was thinking about how perfect of an actor you were and he wouldn’t mind playing the villain if it meant he got to kiss you.

Rook Hunt | A Forehead Kiss

“Mon Amour!” You jump in surprise when Rook appears out of nowhere and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh Mon Amour how I’ve missed you!” He exclaims with a hand on his chest. “Rook, we were just in class. I just sat two people away from you.” You stare at him with a fond smile. “Oh Mon Amour, if it was up to me, I would have you in my arms all day.”

Epel Felmier | A Kiss To Prove A Point

You could faintly hear some students tease Epel around the corner. You didn’t want to interrupt and give them even more teasing material. “I’ll prove it too you! I will!” You could hear the angry in Epel’s voice. “Hey! Come here!” Epel calls you over and your eyes widen in surprise before you quickly make your way over there. You stand beside him and wait for what you were needed for. Epel got closer and closer before he eventually just pressed his lips to yours harshly yet loving. You just barely melt into it before he pulls away. “There! I proved it!” He proudly exclaimed to the other students. They just grumbled before leaving. “Sorry about that, I just need to prove something to them.” Epel explains sheepishly. It’s silent for a moment before he breaks it again. “Y’know, I think I have to prove something else.” His cheeks are getting redder and redder. “I need to prove to you that I actually love you and I didn’t just kiss you to get them away from me.”

[alastor-simp]

How Do They Apologize To You When They Make You Upset/Mad - Vil Schoenheit

Rook glanced at Vil, as he was sitting at his desk, fingers tapping against the table, with a scowl on his face, as he was remembering the events that happened a few hours ago.

*Four Hours Earlier*

"Potato!! I have told you a million times, that is not the correct way to apply eyeliner!", Vil screamed at you, as you were facing your vanity mirror, holding an eyeliner pencil in your hand shakily. You look at Vil, apologetically: "Gomenasai, Vil-senpai." Vil, however, was not satisfied with your response, as he crossed his arms: "Sorry will get you nowhere, Potato. I have taught you this a million times, and you still do not follow my instructions. Apparently, a potato like you is unable to perform certain beauty techniques perfectly, unlike myself." Your eyes were cast down, as you took in all of Vil's words, to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. "S…ut u..", you said quietly, hoping Vil-senpai didn't catch what you said, but apparently he did. "What was that potato?", Vil said, as he gazed at you with an stern look. "I SAID SHUT UP!!!!!", You screamed at Vil, as you got up from the chair you sat on, and got up closer to Vil's face which was shocked by your outburst. "STOP ACTING LIKE THIS DRILL SERGEANT, AND FORCING ME TO FOLLOW YOUR STRICT BEAUTY ROUTINE, JUST SO I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL OR BE LIKE YOU! I CAN'T DO THE ROUTINE EXACTLY LIKE YOU BECAUSE I AM NOT YOU! EVEN WHEN I TRY TO DO WHAT YOU TELL ME, INSTEAD OF ENCOURAGING ME, YOU TALKED DOWN TO ME LIKE I'M NOTHING, A PLAIN POTATO WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT SIMILAR TO WHAT YOU DO TO EPEL-KUN!" Vil was trying to get a word in, but you refuse to give him any access to talk as you continued to scream at him. "I DON'T NEED SOME UPTIGHT JERK LIKE YOU, INSULTING ME LIKE THIS. I'M LEAVING!" After your outburst, you marched your way towards the door and slammed it, leaving a stunned Vil alone in the room.

*Present Time*

Vil was thinking heavily about what you said, not happy about you yelling at him, but also upset with himself that he was the cause for your outburst. "Roi du Poison, I understand you and Y/N have had an argument, but I would advise you both to come together and try to resolve this. I'm sure you don't want to get wrinkles on your beautiful face, stressing about the situation.", Rook said as he looked at Vil with a kind smile. Vil let out a huff, and got up from his chair, thanking Rook on the way out. Vil had arrived at your dorm room and knocked on your door, but he got no response. "Pot— Y/N are you there?", Vil asked as he knocked again, but got no response. Finally, Vil turned the handle and entered inside. He saw you sitting on your bed, with a blanket wrapped around your body like a cocoon. The lights were turned off and the windows were covered by the curtains. Vil felt an ache in his heart as he saw you like that, and walked closer to your bed, and sat next to you. No one said a word, as both you and Vil just sat quietly. "I'm sorry." "I apologize.", both of you apologized at the same time, and looked at each other with a shocked expression. A few minutes when by as you both started laughing from having apologized at the same time. After calming down, you turned your body towards Vil and looked him directly in the eye: "I apologize Vil-senpai. I shouldn't have insulted you like that. I didn't mean it." Vil shook his head, as he moved closer to you, and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. "I apologize as well Y/N. I never wanted to stress you out about applying makeup correctly and degrade you when you made a mistake. I see potential in you, same with Epel and all the other students here in Pomefiore, but I understand my methods were causing more harm then good." Vil released you from the hug and placed his hands on both of your cheeks, lifting your face up to look at him. His eyes were filled with a warm softness that made your heart beat rapidly. Vil leaned closer to your face, peppering it with kisses and leaving you covered in lip-stick marks. "Hee-hee. Vil-Senpai, that tickles.", you giggled as Vil continued to place kisses all over your face, leaning closer as you both fell on top of the bed, continuing the fluffy kissing session.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Do you have any headcannons for how Rook would react to MC!S/O joining the free Science Club but Crowley uses his administrative power to kick them out and use their free time for various tasks?

(I have a vendetta against the Crow)

Hello and thank you for the request! Fair warning ahead of time: I have my own personal headcannon that Crowley actually slotted the Prefect into the photography club (Ghost Camera and all that jazz) and sometimes has them help with the school newspaper (The birthday interviews). I don’t usually write headcannons, so this was a bit different for me, but do hope you enjoy!

So Crowley kicked you out of the science club for varying reasons and it’s been a bit of a downer for everyone involved. 

Rook, in particular, is sad. 

He had really been looking forward to discovering new forms of beauty via science with you at his side. He could just imagine all of the new and more explosive ways the two of you would have had fun together while also bonding!

But, but, but! Rook has never been one to mope around and you need not worry. He’s already figured out a solution.

Just because you aren’t part of the science club doesn’t mean you can’t take part in the experiments when you have time. After all, there are people who play spelldrive but aren’t part of the spelldrive club (Case in point: Malleus).

Rook’s solution is really quite simple.

You’ll carefully get all your work done ahead of time (possibly with some help but hey, who’s asking? Not Trey, any of the Pomefiore dorm, or Science club. They’re all looking the other way) and then, boom, you can join the club for their activities and Crowley really can’t kick up a fuss.

And that’s even if he knows. Nobody will even tell what’s happening so he’ll have to find out on his own.

Even Crewel is keeping this one a secret.

It essentially becomes one of the most widely known secrets on campus. The only one who MIGHT not know is Crowley.

And, honestly, as long as you're getting everything he wants done, I don’t actually see Crowley even kicking up a fuss.

So yeah, all's well that ends well, and the Science club becomes even more fun because now your participation without a membership is a pseudo-secret, and secrets from the headmage are always fun.

Cue the students having way too much fun ‘hiding’ you when they think Crowley might even be walking by and Rook finding even more amusement in his nickname of ‘Trickster’ for you.

After all, you are living up to it and ‘tricking’ the headmage.

[letterstoear]

Twisted Wonderland Giveaway!!!

After seeing the results of the Rook poll, I've decided to host a giveaway. There will be two prizes! The winner will get the Rook Hunt acrylic stand and 1 Twisted Wonderland bear of their choice.

How to enter:

Reblog this post and mention 2 of your friends!

You do not have to be following me to enter! But this giveaway is only open to those who live in the U.S!

Giveaway entry will run from 11/15/2023 to 11/20/2023

All Shipping will be done by me, winner will not have to pay. I will DM you when if you are the winner.

[twistedwonderlandshenanigans]

Valentine's Day...Gifts They Give You?? I Think. IDK.

HAH SCHOOL CAN KICK MY BUTT BUT BY GOD AND THE DEVIL WILL I SHARE A LITTLE BIT OF LOVE!! (I'm suffering Jesus fucking CHRIST this course is gonna eat my fried up brain for breakfast lunch and dinner) This is done assuming they're pining for Yuu, save for Ortho he's Idia's little wingman. GN reader as always bbssssssssss if anything seems canon divergent, check out my HCs lmao

Heartslaybul Ace: He thought about making it super romantic, like he spent the week leading up to Valentine's day brainstorming ideas on napkins and doodling on scrap paper, trying to come up with a way to ask to hang out that would make it feel different than normal, but not so obvious that he...you know, likes you. He ends up showing up at Ramshackle before class with a box of chocolates he bought the day before and a bit of a blushing mess. "I just got these because who knows how much Sam will have by the end of today, you owe me half, ok?"

Deuce: He absolutely called his mom to ask for some advice, and asked his dorm mom (Trey), to proofread the hand written note he had meticulously written and supervise while he tries to make a heartshaped quiche. Why quiche? Well he knows you guys have...Memories about eggs, and he remembers it fondly, and he knows that quiche freezes well, so if he makes a big batch, you can eat what you want and have a readily available breakfast to just pop back in the oven whenever you want it - hopefully you'll remember him each time you do, and you'll ask for more when you finish it! He ends up at Ramshackle a little disheveled and out of breath, trying to make the quiche early enough in the day that he could make it there before breakfast so maybe you could share a meal before class. "It's still warm??" "Yeah, I ran here as fast as I could once it was cool enough to handle." "You didn't have to..." "I wanted to! You're more than worth the effort it took to be here on time." Trey: Mans has a major advantage in that he is great in the kitchen, but he can't just make your favourite dessert. He can do that any day. No, for weeks ahead of time, he plans, makes, tests, and revises a new recipe, something that is unique and meant to be for you. It's more effort than he normally puts into his work, but it's so worth it when he shows up at Ramshackle in the evening to deliver his gift and a small note, though he gets shy. He leaves it on the front door step, knocks once, and moves to hide by the side of the house, relying on Grim's nose to bring you to the door if you didn't hear him knock. Seeing the way your face go from confusion to joy and excitement as you read the note is worth every moment he spent crouching. He knows tomorrow you'll want to talk to him in person, but for now, that's more than enough for him.

Cater: Consumerism Capital lmao. He has a really sweet, genuine gift to give to you, but the time he's spent with his sisters makes him second guess whether or not something is "good enough". So, yes, he will have spent 72 hours painting a fucking masterpiece on a phone case for you, or a pair of shoes you said you wanted, or a skateboard so you guys can skateboard together, or something you mentioned you wanted offhandedly months ago, but he's not sure if it's enough, so to "make up" for his "shitty handmade gift", he buys a shit ton of Valentine's day merchandise! He shows up with the giant teddy bear, the bouquet of flowers, the chocolates, the sappy movies, a trending perfume and some sort of specialty drink he picked up at a cafe. Depending on your reaction to all that stuff, he might actually give you the gift he worked on, otherwise you'll see it by accident or something and he gets embarrassed and a little flustered because What If You Don't Like It, Isn't Everything Else Better Than That Thing I Worked On Specifically For You. Treat him gently please. That's a personal request slkdjfhlskdjf

Riddle: He's new to this. So of course he researched long and hard on how to best express his interest in you without trying to push anything on you. Cater tried to show him cute stuff on social media, but it all seemed so scripted, disingenuous, or so over the top he couldn't see himself doing it that way. Or on the other end - they were couples, well into their relationships and living together- that wasn't where he was with you, at least....not yet. He ends up watching, reading and listening to tutorials on how to put together the perfect bouquet - his beloved rose garden would have more than an aesthetic use now, and with a little magic, a beautiful gradient came easily to the bunch of roses he arranged beautifully. Before you, this holiday just seemed ridiculous. Maybe it still was, but he would indulge if it meant it brought a smile to your face.

Savannaclaw

Jack: He can't be direct for the life of him, not in terms like this. The night before Valentine's day, he's still stumped on what to do for you that won't be...inherently romantic and obvious, but show that he cares about you!! His eyes end up settling on his little cactus and he ends up finally getting an idea. Somehow after class, but before you got home, he managed to gift you your own tiny cactus. He left it sitting in a box, a small knitted coaster of sorts sitting underneath the flower pot - he put it in the box just so that the yarn wouldn't snag on the uneven wood outside of Ramshackle- and a tiny cowboy hat sitting on top of your cactus. It had been from one of his little siblings dolls that ended up in his bag from the last time he'd gone home, but either they didn't even notice it was gone, or he could get them a replacement later.

Ruggie: "Do you have plans for Valentine's day?" "Yep. Wait for it to be over." He doesn't really care for Valentine's day, but the sale that starts on the 15th? Goddamn, yeah, he's gonna capitalize on that....and he might even like you enough to share a little bit of it...maybe while watching a movie....and snuggling up under the same blanket at Ramshackle...that he may or may not have snagged from Leona's pile of Really Nice blankets....all it takes is for you to say you want some chocolate or treats too.

Leona: He really doesn't care for Valentine's day and all the shit that comes with it, but his sister in law asked him to at least try to make the best of the day. Initially, he was going to...at least try to contest it, but ultimately decided there was a simple way to do it. He ends up firing you a quick text to meet him in the greenhouse. While the way he pulls you into his little nest for napping is rather unceremonious, once you've settled he tucks a pink camellia behind your ear before abruptly telling you he's going to sleep and you're welcome to join him or you can get out of there if you want. He hopes, that just maybe, you'll be able to identify the flower he gave you and find out what it means.

Octavinelle

Floyd: Azul is making him work overtime for Valentine's day, he doesn't get up early enough to do anything Before classes, and by the end of his shift he's EXHAUSTED and MAD. He likely has the wherewithall to bring you a serving from the special menu in a takeout container before flopping down on the couch next to you, then onto you, just looking for a little bit of physical affection. The next day he does feel a little bad for not making you feel as special as he could have, so he'll wake you up with breakfast in bed. Jade: Again, he's been working overtime but he was more ready for Valentine's day than Floyd. While he can't take you anywhere on the day of, he has an easy hike and picnic planned for the weekend if you'll join him. Despite being in the wild outdoors, he's determined to make you a dish that would be worthy of serving at the lounge. He will not handle being asked to stay home very well, but ultimately will if you want that more....but it's going to be in your backyard.

Azul: He had so much on his plate leading up to Valentine's day with marketing, organizing shifts and maximizing profit. But, some of that profit was already planned to be set aside specifically for you. It was about time that you got a bit of a leg up, right? I mean working for Crowley can only pay so much, and he's the head of the dorm that represents generosity anyways. So on the day after Valentine's day, he shows up in the evening with a laptop, and envelope with cash, and a grin, ready to show you the wonders of ✨investing✨. He may have forgotten you still...want to go home. He'll backtrack a bit and offer to help you find contractors that will renovate a part of Ramshackle for you.

Scarabia

Jamil: He didn't even bother trying to plan something for himself with you. How could he? It was a holiday, as ridiculous as it was, it meant that Kalim would inevitably want to celebrate it on the dorm level, and Jamil, of course, would have to plan and organize and arrange everything in order to make it work out. However, that didn't mean he wouldn't make sure to invite you. It didn't mean that he wouldn't make the time to ensure your favourite dish was served. Or that your favourite song would come on during the dance party portion of the celebration. Or that he wouldn't check on you just as, if not more frequently than he did on Kalim to make sure you're enjoying yourself. And if you're not, if it's all too much, he accounted for that already and will show you where you can stay until you feel okay again. Of course, if you show up an hour or two early and demand (you can't ask, he'll say no) to be given a task to lighten his burden, he might just admire you a little bit more (even if he still says no).

Kalim: Valentine's Day means partayyyyy time!! There's gonna be food, and dancing, and games, and lots of people, and live music because he, Cater, and Lilia are gonna perform, won't you come see him?? He needs you there so he can perform the best he ever has!! Come on Yuu, please??? They did actually practice, because they had to change a few lyrics so that it could be a better cover for Valentine's day and he was thinking of you when they modified it, so can you pleeeeeeeease come?

Pomefiore

Epel: He isn't sure whether he wants to continue a tradition he had from home or not, where he would show up at school with handmade lollipops and give them out to people....but his class at primary school was soooo much smaller, it wouldn't make sense to do it here for everyone. Not to mention, he usually had his grandma help him make them, he's never done it on his own. He likely does it for all the first years in his little friend group because he doesn't want to be obvious to anyone person that maybe...he likes them a little more...however your lollipop is the only one that seems to have no imperfections. Funny how that worked out.

Rook: Screw your alarm clock, he knows when you wake up anyways and will be outside your window, serenading you until you wake up. Even if you end up rolling out of bed lookin like a sewer rat and peaking out the window, once he knows you're awake he'll start reading poetry to you. He kinda just lingers until you're done getting ready enough to come great him outside, where he gives you a single rose and a few sheets of paper that he's written his poems about you on. He'll kiss the back of your hand and offer to escort you to class. ** I just want to say, for as much as I gripe about Rook in other posts, I genuinely believe that if he knew or found out you had no Valentine, no plans, and nobody treated you, he would, by the end of the day, at least have left a rose and handwritten note on in front of your door apologizing for not having asked to be your Valentine earlier and going through and complimenting you, though the note is completely anonymous. Rook is a bleeding heart (hehe Snow White ref) and regardless of his feelings for you/your feelings for him, he wants to make sure Valentine's day is positive for you.

Vil: Ugh, Valentine's day. It's a tacky, meaningless holiday that corporations push for the sake of profit. He agrees to model stuff still, sure, he has to in order to try and keep up with Neige, but he hates it. He gets his nails done so that they are jet black. Part of him wants to go goth for the day, but really that would be an overreaction to something so minor. He rejects any Valentine's day gifts, and likely won't want to do anything special, so if anything, you get to see a slightly out of character Vil as he either facetimes you to make sure you've been drinking water today and rant about the industry and how it's ruined Valentine's day, or. You send him a really cheesy gif wishing him a happy Valentines day and he very reluctantly replies, but tells you to never do that again (and it segues into Above).

Ignihyde

Idia (+ wingman/little shit Ortho): Ortho didn't really intend to snoop, but his big brother just left his phone out in the open...well he threw it onto his bed and mumbled something about being a loser. According to Ortho's analysis of Idia's phone, he hadn't been on a mobile game, so what got him so worked up? He sifted through until he found the culprit- the draft of a really sweet...and yeah, kinda cringey message he had written out addressed to the prefect of Ramshackle. Eugh he didn't need to read that...but...but Yuu should. He sends the message for Idia right before his brother comes back into the room, mumbling about how he needs to delete something. His eyes go wide as saucers as he sees not only has the message been sent, but the prefect has read it and is replying in that very moment. Idia reprimands Ortho immediately, but gently until the Prefects response comes through and Ortho confirms the tone is positive. Diasomnia lord help me it's one in the morning

Sebek: Wasn't going to do anything until Lilia mentioned...."exaggerated"...just how important Valentine's Day can be to humans. His decision to try and come up with a last minute gift only amplifies if he sees someone else give Yuu a gift, and ultimately decides with a certain degree of defeat just to buy something from Sam's shop. He decides something practical is best, but gets a little distracted around the candles. Surely in Ramshackle you would appreciate something small, aromatic and it even offers a small bit of heat! He decides to go through with it, but it's only noon, surely he can customize it a bit more before the end of the day. Lilia ends up walking into Sebek's room at around 10:30, only to see him struggling to stay awake as he wipes off paint from the lid. Based on the discarded tissues around, he hasn't been satisfied with any customizations he's tried to make. Lilia gently encourages him just to write a quick note, and he'll deliver it to the prefects doorstep for him so he can get to sleep. Sebek insists it's not perfect, but is forced to accept defeat as Lilia ushers him to bed, reassuring him that the prefect will still appreciate it.

Silver: He knows that he struggles to stay awake, so he starts on his project long before Valentine's day so that he can work on it whenever he has the wherewithall to do so. Come Valentine's day, he has the gift with him during class, and ends up sitting outside of Ramshackle, passed out next to the door waiting for you to show up so he can hand you his gift, which turns out to be a dagger. No, he didn't make it, but he wanted to research the best option for someone of your size and stature, the quality, where to purchase it reliably, to make a small write up on how to care for it properly, what it can and should be used for, and activities it's not suggested to use it for, but you technically "can". It also gives him an excuse to come see you more often to teach you how to use it- often teaching someone is a great way to learn and will add another layer to his training. Lilia: He's been around for so many Valentine's Days, he probably knew the fucking saint it was named after. That being said, he loves to make the most of life, and that doesn't stop here! Get ready for a home cooked meal, you don't have to worry about dinner tonight sweetheart, Lilia's got it covered. Or he'll pay for take out. Or both, to make up for the mess in your kitchen.

Malleus: He's been aware of the holiday for years, but has never really had a reason to celebrate it. But now there's someone who isn't scared of him. Someone who, perhaps if he asked, you would allow him to spend time with you. He ends up daydreaming about the activities the two of you could do together, from making gargoyles to learning to make ice cream together, he ends up spending the entire day like that. Though he's a bit frustrated at his loss of time, he writes out a heartfelt letter to invite you to join him in those activities at a later date. He'll either wait for you outside, or if its too late in the night, simply slide the letter under your door.

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I was gonna do Che'nya and Neige and even Rollo but its. its way too late, I'm hungry and I have a STATS class tomorrow RIP me.

[cvlutos]

"A Chair for You"

| 01.15.23 | 0.5 K | All Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader X Rook Hunt

| Fluff | Implied Vil x Rook | Poly | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: Literally broke my back writing this. Cause you deserve it. <3 @v-anrouge

The changing of seasons. So frequent, yet so unnoticed.

Cradling his delicate hands, slowly jogging across the campus grounds, he’ll be late. His bag tucked under his arm, and his scarf flutters in the wind. It’s unlike him to be in a hurry. To be late without proper notice. Yet he has no excuse, no proper one, then simply getting swept away in conversation. You had greeted him, asking how he slept and chatted away about what you had planned. You spoke leisurely, in no hurry to make it to class, with relaxed shoulders and a pleased, comfortable smile. He found himself enamored with how easygoing you made yourself within his presence.

A part of him liked it.

To be treated as if he was merely a friend to you. A friend. He exhales. He doesn’t regret sending the short amount of time, yet as the cold flush his cheeks red, as he slips into the school building, he’s sure to make you pay back in kind. He skips over steps gracefully, making sure no one was around before reaching the second floor. Slowing down upon seeing a familiar brown hat, with a large gleaming white feather.

“Good Morning Roi de Poison~” He can nearly roll his eyes, taking off his gloves as Rook opens the door, folding them and tucking the gloves in his bag, before removing his scarf and coat, which Rook takes eagerly, as they both move to the only open seats in the back. “I’m not late?” Vil’s eyes glance over the classroom, not spotting the teacher, which irks him a bit. He jogged for nothing.

“Did you forget we’re joining classes for the day~” There’s a slight edge to his voice, and Vil can’t help but hum in thought, slightly leaning back in his seat, still with perfect posture. His eyes scan across the room, before landing on Rook, who’s merely watching. His eyes half-lidded with his cheek in his palm, his lips pulled into a lazy smile. Vil raises a brow, to which causes the Huntsman to lean forward.

“Tu es juste magnifique~” Vil forces a neutral expression, muttering a soft ‘I know’ which only causes Rook to chuckle. Yet he doesn’t falter, grabbing the Housewarden’s hand, and placing a chaste kiss upon his knuckles, murmuring against his velvety skin.

“Tant que vous le savez, je suis heureux.” Vil opens his lips to speak, leaning closer to Rook before the sound of fresh voices broke whatever world they were in.

Grim, Ace, Deuce, and you…

Their eyes lock on you, watching you and the other students file into the classroom, taking different seats. You sit with your friends, yet you seem to search the classroom before spotting both Vil and Rook, waving at them with a smile. Lilac eyes widen for a split moment, dipping his chin to you in acknowledgment before Rook sends back a wave with a large smile, which doesn’t seem to satisfy the huntsman cause before Vil can even stop what’s happening, Rook is already halfway across the room. Scaring half the surrounding students of his sudden appearance.

He watches you talk with Rook. Whatever being said makes you laugh, and Vil can feel his lips quirk, almost as if he was there. His eyes drift over to the empty seat, one for him, one for rook, and one day—. He rises from his seat, faux annoyance on his face as he makes his way over to you and your group.

—A chair for you.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

[jester-lover]

Hewo! I saw requests were open so I rushed over! If I may, could I request Jamil and his s/o cuddling? Just a bunch of fluff lol!

Thank you! I hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night!🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

@voidlesslove thank you so much to the two requesters, y’all deserve everything good in the world. The requests were quite similar so I chose to merge them!!

Cuddle Headcanons!

Feat- Jamil, Rook

CW/fluff, overworking, gn! Reader, PDA

Jamil

This poor boy hardly ever has the time to cuddle up with you :(

When he's not working, he's flopped over in his bed, sleeping like the dead

you usually cuddle up to his side or onto his chest, feeling him calm and relaxed is quite lovely, and he'll usually wrap an arm around you and snuggle up

when the two of you are completely awake, and maybe cuddling whilst watching a movie on one of his rare breaks...

he's blushing a little, he'll never admit it though and deny it hard if you tease him

"I'm not blushing... just, it's warm in here..."

Rook

Oh? does the little trickster want to snuggle up with their dearest hunter?

He'd be more than happy to oblige!

Rook is a very good cuddler, he'll know when to shift away and when to get real close

He cuddles you all the time if you let him, wrapping an arm around you in the halls, cuddling you to sleep, on the couch while you watch TV, literally anywhere

you two are def those really touchy couples, but if you don't like PDA, he'll happily keep his affections private

Rook's favorite way to cuddle with you is spooning, and he loves alternating between big and little spoon

He's big spoon when you've had a tough day

He's little spoon every other time (he likes feeling your head pressed against his upper back its really comforting to him)

"Mon Lapin, may I enthrall you with the tale of today's science club escapade?"

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#679 Great taste

Yuu: I think my instincts about people are better than yours...

Vil*Is putting lotion on your face giving you a small face massage*Why?

Yuu: Well, I picked you!~

Vil*Rolls eyes but his lip corners twitch as he tries to suppress a proud smile*...

Yuu: you, on the other hand, picked me...

Vil*Frowns and flicks your nose*Hush my taste is impecable...

[your-local-simp-writers]

Threads of Gratitude

Word Count: 478

Warnings: None

Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader ︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶︶꒦꒷♡꒷꒦︶

In the elegant quarters of Pomefiore, where beauty reigned supreme, you sat across from Vil Schoenheit, the dorm leader known for his impeccable standards and grace. The task at hand was a delicate one, requiring both creativity and dexterity: crafting friendship bracelets that would embody the essence of your bond.

Vil, with his usual poise, selected strands of silk thread in hues that matched the Pomefiore colors—purples and golds that shimmered in the light.  “Remember, it’s not just about the aesthetic,” Vil instructed. “Each color, each bead, must have meaning. It should speak of the bond it represents.”

You nodded, your fingers fumbling slightly with the tiny beads. “I want mine to say ‘grateful’,” you said, concentrating on threading the beads onto the string. “Because that’s what I am for our friendship.”

Vil looked up from his work, his gaze appraising. “Grateful is a good choice,” he agreed. “It speaks of depth and understanding.”

The room was quiet, save for the soft rustle of beads and the occasional snip of scissors. You both worked in comfortable silence, the shared task creating an intimate atmosphere that was new to your friendship with Vil.

After a while, Vil broke the silence. “You have a steady hand,” he observed, watching as you tied a knot. “It’s essential for beauty. Precision is everything.”

You laughed, a little self-consciously. “I’m not sure about precision, but I’m doing my best.”

Vil’s lips quirked up in a rare, genuine smile. “And that is all one can ask for,” he said. “Perfection is not about the absence of flaws, but the effort to rise above them.”

As you both finished your bracelets, you couldn’t help but admire Vil’s work. His was flawless, each bead perfectly aligned, each knot tight and secure. It was a reflection of him—meticulous and beautiful.

“Here,” Vil said, as he clasped the bracelet around your wrist. “A perfect fit,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on the bracelet. “A token of our friendship.”

You exchanged bracelets, and as Vil fastened the one you made onto his wrist, you felt a surge of pride. It might not have been perfect, but it was made with sincerity and care. Vil’s bracelet for you was exquisite, each knot and bead placed with precision and care. Yours, while not as flawless, was made with equal parts love and admiration.

“Thank you, Vil,” you said, feeling the weight of the bracelet on your wrist. “This means a lot to me.”

Vil nodded, his eyes softening. “And to me as well. We are, after all, reflections of those we hold dear.”

In that moment, with the sun setting outside and the room aglow with the golden light, you realized that the true beauty of your friendship wasn’t just in the shared interests or the laughter—it was in the moments like these, quiet and sincere, that you would treasure forever.

[kyupidos]

03/06/24’s delivery 🏹✉️ twisted wonderland

sevens, babyfied?!ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ,ヽ( ･∀･)ﾉ_θ彡☆Σ(ノ `Д´)ノ ;; summary. ‘a bit of an accident during potionology..now they’re babies, it seems.’

characters. third years : trey clover , cater diamond , leona kingscholar , vil schoenheit , rook hunt , idia shroud , malleus draconia , lilia vanrouge ( separate ) ;; romantic . 🖇️ tags. reader is gender neutral ( you/your ), reader may or may not be yuu ( up to the reader ), some lighthearted character slander, several instances of mentions of starting a family, reference to them being in an ( unspecified ) dorm, making out ( cater LMAO ), romantic fluff

📡 _a/n. no the sevens themselves aren’t babyfied. the third years are EL EM EF AYE OH!! ( that was obvious ) also while i say baby, they’re in toddler form..like two to three mayhaps?

t. clover

— i’m sure it’s a well known agreed upon fact that trey’s a very good baby..long since been an older brother, so while he may be quite clumsier compared to his eighteen year old self, rest be assured he’s not that difficult to deal with. what a good kid he is, eh? just be sure to keep an eye on him, because he’s a bit of a trouble-maker every now and then, for as much as it’s possible to praise him for being a good kid like i said a sentence ago.

— well, hey—at least you’ve a good idea of what it’d be like to start a family with him if you ever want to, am i right? wink wonk..trey’s always been a family man, after all. but nonetheless, be sure to be well informed about baby caretaking because with good enough incentive, there’s a chance for him to start becoming a handful; but i’m going to take my chances with math and say that’s only a fifteen percent chance of happening. good kid trey in the house.

c. diamond

— cater, my schnookums. he’s part of the energetic lot and can be a bit reckless, but he’s not delinquent levels of bad kid so no need to worry about that. don’t let him become an ipad kid. that’s my only warning. he’s quite expressive, so it’s easy to tell what he wants. trouble’s actually GIVING him what he wants because the moment you do he pushes it away..cater you contradictive baby, you.

— and to think just before this you were discussing date plans..what a chore, hmm?.. just kidding, baby cater’s just fine. if anything, all you have to worry about is keeping him away from dangerous objects. it’s like he’s a magnet to all sorts of things, make sure he’s not holding a fork within the vicinity of a power outlet!! it’s like a game of ‘who’s your daddy’ with him. and then when he’s finally unbabyfied you can go on that date and make out with him. idk.

l. kingscholar

— damn baby leona i didn’t know you were chill like that?? actually, he’s relatively well behaved, if not tends to be very needy. as expected, very much expects to be treated like a king. but honestly, give him a comfortable blanket and pillow ( or maybe let him use your lap ), and he’s good to go. don’t go ignoring him, hey now. he likes spending time with you, and lo and behold mostly shows that by grabbing onto you whenever you try to leave. you’re going to have to carry him everywhere, but don’t go complaining because he’ll grab at you.

— but honestly, his twenty year old self and his baby self aren’t all too different, although his young three year old self is far far more obviously clingier. once all is said and done and he’s finally unbabyfied, you can tease him if you want—no stopping you there. as for whether or not he’ll start being more open in his teasing towards you, i couldn’t tell you much about that either.

v. schoenheit

— yes, you have reached heaven..one of the few good kids who stays a good kid, sevens bless. baby vil, very proper and polite too, a smart kid he is surely. well, he’s not reciting the oxford dictionary obviously ( that’s riddle cough ), but he’s well enough. although he’s likely the type of kiddo to have a little ‘schedule’ to himself, yaknow? every few hours he’ll give himself a little fifteen minute nap time, and just before maybe a little light snack consisting of oatmeal, so you may want to watch out for that.

— though, you can leave him with some good ol’ art supplies; little him’s fond of those, as well as his usual self, with the way he mentioned the idea of you wearing matching outfits out to a little outing he was planning for the both of you. unfortunately that will have to wait of course, but for now just keep tiny vil company as he draws out a castle where the two of you live together, and the trademark sun in the corner to finish it off.

r. hunt

— be sure to keep an eye on little rook at all times, because he sure is an adventurer. picking himself up to try and look around the dorm and explore every single area, you’re likely going to have to keep an eye on him at all times. unless, you manage to keep him distracted by giving him building blocks for him to play around with as he so pleases. he tends to babble on, as if he’s trying to start a full length conversation, so try to entertain him on that end.

— good sevens three year old rook is such a little delinquent. consistently thoughtless and wild, although he’s certainly very attuned to emotion so he knows full well when you’re had enough and calms himself down to sit next to you. i personally advise, maybe, take the places that rook adventures to and finds nice the most, and use those as dating ideas—of course not the dorm, but say if he centers around the kitchen..take him on a picnic date! i’m sure he’ll appreciate it, since it’s from you after all.

i. shroud

— tiny baby idia actually has good enough baby articulation, and he’ll give you a wee little peace sign when he’s happy, very cute of him. i mean, he’d probably try to do a little spin too, but that’s beyond him if it’s without tripping. he’s a naturally smart baby i’ll say, but he tends to stick by you because he doesn’t like being out in the open for too long, even if he deems it safe—he prefers being beside you. yet at the same time, he’s also more confident, so he may give you a cheek kiss or two while he’s at it.

— while he may have unnecessarily good baby articulation though, he’s sure got slower reaction times than you’d expect, so you ought to treat him well with care. you wouldn’t want him accidentally bumping into a cabinet after all, because then you’d have to deal with not just a little idia, but a little idia who’s tearing up. but it is nice when all is through though, because then you can tease that you’ve got a show of what it’s be like to start a family with him—and while he wouldn’t be tearing up like his little self, his hair sure will be fired up pink.

m. draconia

— aah, wee tiny malleus. would be cute if he wasn’t so troubling..not to say he’s in any wrong though, but surely there’s no need for him to go throwing a gasket whenever you’re not in his vicinity, and you can recall with some giggles how he blew some fire at lilia. safe to say there’s a reason you’re the one caring for him. “hey now, little malleus. please don’t go turning the dorm into an ice block..c’mon little malleus please, c’mon now..” — you every time a little hiccup ends up occurring.

— his emotional tendencies is likely 95% of the reason he’s a trouble to care for, but during the, uh, 5% of the time he’s calm, he’s either snoozing away or finding comfort in his time with you. once you tell him of these occurrences he can’t help but feel amused, and ends up asking if you’d be more up to the task if he were to join you in caring for a little him if you were to ever care to start a family together.

l. vanrouge

— yes, little lilia..equally a handful. he ventures around a lot—no, no baby lilia, don’t go trying to hang upside down without a couch underneath you, no. he tries to scare you a bit too, but with him in baby form it’s far more obvious so you should be safe. he may manage to catch you by genuine surprise once or twice, though. he sure is a curious small soul; you’re going to have to take him around the dorm every now and then to keep him entertained. and i’ll tell you that much, it can be a wee difficult.

— seems no matter the age, he’s just naturally a playful sort of fae. you’ll have to entertain him with games, or he may scurry off to find something else to interest him—albeit nothing will do the just quite like you and your mere presence. at some point you can’t help but feel lilia let himself get babyfied on purpose so you could feel how it would be to raise a fae such as himself..but despite his entertaining of the idea once he’s back to his usual, you know full well once the effect wears off he’s unable to remember even a pinch of what happened..you’ll stick to your theory, though.

[revasserium]

pomefiore #1 - truth

vil.

the truth is — he doesn’t know what to make of you, and it isn’t like it’s the first time he’s felt stumped by something, though he’d rather give up his favorite tinted moisturizer than to admit it but… there’s something about you. you, in all your unassuming beauty — the kind that begs no attention but your own, and yet leaves no one unchanged in its wake. the first time he sees you, he is held still by the sight, the quiet weight of your presence, and the first time you smiled, he’d found himself breathless, held still by his hummingbird heartbeat, the stitch and stagger of his lungs as he fights for the air that he knows he needs and yet. “you’re staring,” you’d said to him once, long after he’d admitted to you how he felt, and not so long after you’d admitted to him that you’re not quite sure what this is but you’re willing to try. “i know,” he says, offering you nothing more than a painted porcelain smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “you can take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease, feeling a blush as it warms your cheeks, but vil only shakes his head, “a picture could never do you justice… what a preposterous thought.” and he says this was if it were an obvious thing, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, “and why would i bother with a picture when i could spend my time admiring the real thing?”

rook.

the truth is — he’s been a gone man since the moment he saw you, and suddenly, everything he’s ever thought he knew of falling in love, of being swept off one’s feet, of happily-ever-afters, seems shallow in the face of this — whatever this is. because he’s certain that there isn’t a word big enough for it yet, this thing inside him whenever you deign to look his way, whenever you cast him a shy glance or a smile, whenever he hears the sound of your crystalline laughter, ringing through him like so many church bells, tolling the coming of something heavenly indeed. “the descent of an angel,” he proclaims, sweeping into a too-low bow the first time you ask him what he thinks of you being here, crash-landing the way you did into the entrance ceremony. you’d laughed again, then said, “c’mon, i’m being serious!” to which he’d pressed a hand to his chest, his eyes going wide as he insists, “i’m being nothing but! do you think i’d make jest of such a momentous occasion?” and when you’d pursed your lips, blushing hard, looking anywhere but at him, he’d reached out to tilt your chin back up took at him, only to say, “i mean… what else am i supposed to think? when someone like you falls from the sky? if that’s not a blessing, then truly, i don’t know what is.”

epel.

the truth is — he’s never felt more at home that he does with you, and not because you remind him of home, the soft, lilting accent of your voice so much more melodious than his own, but when you’d told him that you like his accent, he’d gone quiet for almost a full ten minutes, trying to think of something perfect to say. he comes up blank, but by then, you’d gone back to your book, humming as if you hadn’t just shattered his entire world with a single sentence and gone about your day. so he lets himself sink into the summer-like warmth of your presence, the sweet and tang of your teasing eyes, your daring laughter, the way your tongue darts out over your apple-red lips when you’re thinking too hard. and he wonders, god does he wonder — what those lips might taste like, what they might feel like. if they’re just as sweet as he thinks they are, or if they, like you, carry a sharpness inside like a hidden knife, if they might split him open if he were to one day press his own lips to yours, for just the quickest taste. maybe someday, he’ll try, but for today, he contents himself with watching your eyes flicker back and forth over the pages of the book, and he thinks maybe someday, but tomorrow is someday too, isn’t it?