#rook as cupid

[i-want-men-i-cant-have]

𝓈𝒾𝓍𝒾è𝓂𝑒 𝒿𝑜𝓊𝓇. 𝓈𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓂𝒶𝓃.

✿ summary: getting kalim away from jamil for a minute to let him try out snow for the first time wasn't that easy but still the most fun you’ve had in a while

✿ ft: kalim al asim

you didn't know exactly how you met kalim. it was your first year at night raven, and he just randomly appeared. it just sort of happened. first year and first year.

but whenever you were with him, all your worries and anxiety drifted away. his cheerfulness and kind personality were nothing like you’d seen before. it was so different from everyone else at nrc. it was like he should’ve gone to rsa.

“i’ll take care of him, jamil! don’t worry your pretty head off!” he was frozen, with a look you rarely get to see from his stoic features. his face, however, was something you wanted to take a picture of. his jaw dropped, small irises, brows raised higher than the empire state building.

but you had to book it down the hall with the white-haired male before jamil chased after you both. the cry of crewel telling him off for ‘using the bathroom’ made you want to snicker, but you had something more important on your mind.

you always wanted to repay kalim. he was the first person to make you feel something at this school. it was a little of an exaggeration. you did feel stress, anxiety, pity, fear, all these emotions. but he was the only one to make you feel something different. something light and airy. something that didn't want to make you drown your head in a bog of muddy water.

the idea of repaying him came to you when he told you he’s never seen snow before.

“never?”

“never!” he sounded happy, it was strange. he always kept a smile on his face no matter what. it scared you at first, how he always was so… upbeat. you thought he was lying, going to backstab you. but no. he was just a nice person. it was unusual. “we don’t have snow in the scalding sands.”

so you made sure to try and track the weather, even asking the strange upperclassmen with a blonde bob. you had heard he was good at that sort of thing, so you asked him every week. he did get a little more than agitated when it was so hot you were practically sweating through your shirt. “abruti, do you truly think it is going to snow in this weather?” you avoided him for a month after that.

but he did warn you after a while that it seemed like it was going to snow. so you waited and waited for that snow to fall onto the lush grass. for the window panel to glaze over, and with a finger draw small designs onto the see-through surface. for the clouds to look heavier than usual. for the voices to echo in the halls more than usual.

and once the snow reached the tops of your shoes, you ran to find him. he didn't have a class right now, so you did what any sane friend would do. pull him out, cover his eyes, and run for it.

“ok, you can open your eyes now.” you had placed your hands over his eyes, standing behind him, bringing him to the woods behind the campus so you could feel that chill and nip of the air and to have some privacy. you released your hands, moving them to your side, admittedly regretting not putting them on his shoulders.

he looked like a child, eyes bright and wide, taking everything in. “[y/n]! thank you!” he turned to hug you, arms wrapping around your uniform and body hugging you tight. you wished you could stay like this forever, stop time and just stay in this moment. your nose was smudged into his shoulder, letting you embarrassingly take in a small sniff of his cologne. it all happened in one second before he was running towards the snow, but you grabbed his hand before he could go any further.

“wait! you need these. i don’t know what jamil would do to me if your fingers fell off.” you handed him a pair of mittens, mittens that matched your own, the ones you were currently wearing. a subtle detail he did notice.

“we’re matching!” he slipped on the gloves with a tongue poking out of his lips and grabbed your own, sliding his hand into yours and squeezing. the feeling made you silently wish you both didn’t have that fabric shielding your skin. “they’re so cute! thank you!” and just like that your face got hot.

he dropped your hand and ran towards a large pile of snow, belly flopping into it with loud giggles. “you have to join me!” he yelled towards you, turning over with the snow perfectly reflecting the light onto his face.

“i’ll just stay and watch. it’s fine, honestly.” but he was determined and got up, a serious face you’ve never seen on him. he almost looked… mad?

“i won’t let my friend just sit and watch.” for the second time today, he grabbed your hand and pushed you into his body, falling backward so you would land on him.

“kalim?!” with a scream you fell into his chest, hitting the snow. the layer of snow was high and fluffy, but still, he could have landed on a rock. what if jamil came after you? what if kalim’s whole family came after you? what if-

“what’s with that face?” he laughed at how distressed you looked, reaching up to cup your face and push a piece of hair behind your ear. “you should live in the moment.”

“right…”

“i will live in the moment!” he reached to grab your cheeks, smooshing them together with a determined look on his face.

“huh?”

“i will live in the moment!” he repeated.

“i will live in the moment?”

“i will live in the moment!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

“i will live in the moment-!”

finally, enthusiasm from him rubbed off on you letting you laugh, and he released your cheeks.

“what do you want to do?” he asked, still beneath you looking as excited as ever.

“a snowman.” you told him, some of his enthusiasm rubbing off on you.

“a man made out of snow? what type of magic is that?”

“there’s no magic involved,” you laughed, getting up and giving him a hand. “it’s just three large balls of snow on top of each other.”

he looked more excited than ever, following you like a puppy as you moved to a random patch of snow. “so you would,” you bend down and start smoosh the snow together, “push them together to get a ball.”

he watched you with his full attention, eyes scanning every movement you made until you finally finished with a semi-large ball of snow reaching below your knees. when you turned to look at him, he got on his knees and repeated your movements making the snowball smaller than yours, “like this?” he asked, packing some more ice onto the ball as an added glue formula.

“you’re a natural!” you smiled, seeing his face light up brighter than Christmas lights. “we just need one more now.”

“mm!” he got up to slot himself behind you, arms cradling yours until he reached your hands and grabbed them with his own. “we both made one so we should make the last one together!”

he helped you shape and form the ball, patting and cotting areas so it wouldn't collapse. finally, you placed the head onto the body, and he paused momentarily before pulling away.

“wait here,” you told him before rushing to grab two branches and coming back. you inserted them onto the sides and took a step back. “it usually needs more like a hat, but we don’t have any of that right now.”

“huh?” he asked, confused. “we have a hat.”

“what?” you turned more than a little confused before seeing where he was pointing. a purple hat with a feather attached was placed in the snow next to a large tree. how did it appear there? there weren't any footprints. “that works, i guess.”

finally, you had your snowman. it was leaning to its right, almost falling down, with the lavish hat that almost looked identical to the one the man who helped you wore.

“do you like it?”

“of course i do! it was practice for our future kids!”

“what-?”

[eternalsnowfan02]

Le Chasseur d'Amour is taking up the mantle of cupid for the day. Hit the deck!

[twistedtalking]

Hi! assuming that the 50 follower celebration is still open i offer my Yuusona! (if not please ignore this and i apologize)

Yuuki is a female with short hair not much longer than her neck with one of her eye being covered by said hair.She has to use a prosthetic eye to fit in with the norm (not that she cares that much) due to a chikdhood accident that lost her an eyeShe has a fem boy appearance but she doesnt mind any gender assumptions. A pretty teasing little fellow who doesnt exactly play pranks as to her there is no humor to cheap stuff like this. Says the most unhinged stuff casually. She is super confident and doesnt care what other ppl think due to having dealth and overcoming bullying. Personality-wise she is cheery and seen as optimistic. Tends to sass others around her and is physically affectionate with ppl she deems close. Has great memory but hellishly stubborn. Will argue with someone for fun even if she knows shes wrong.

I think that would be all- and for her, i would like for it to be Riddle (romantic)

format: fic

trigger warning: slightly out of character

You Look in the Mirror, aBridge to Another World

An unusual sight was found in the library of Night Raven College.

Riddle Rosehearts was studying in advance...the DAY AFTER THE EXAMS.

Not that that was anything out of the ordinary.

Yuuki was studying as well.

A bit peculiar, but only slightly out of the ordinary.

They were HOLDING HANDS. Very out of the ordinary.

"Number 5, Look into each other's eyes.", Riddle recites, having already memorised the article.

"You mean "eye", Riddle.", Yuuki laughs, giggling at the absurdness of the situation.

Never in her life (in twised wonderland, at least) had she imagined Riddle and her would ever get along, much less date.

And here they were, holding hands. What a far cry from their not-so-pretty arguments during the unbirthday party last year.

Yes. Riddle Rosehearts was now her boyfriend. The strict, smart, and so fun to tease dormleader of Heartslabyul had finally accepted her heartfelt confession...

"Yuuki, Keep your eyes on me; not the window." Says Riddle, snapping yuuki from her trance.

"Aww, is my beloved jealous of a window?" Teased Yuuki. "Besides, it's "eye", Riddle. Not eyes. Remember?"

"Ah. Right. My...apologies." Says Riddle, ears a slight shade of red.

Riddle focused on something else, anything else. The relationship book seemed an easy victim. The rose-red book cover could've had holes in them, for Riddle's stare was so strong.

Yet his mind was somewhere else.

A more embarassing somewhere else.

Aww, he's embarassed.

"Such a cutie~" Yuuki coos, causing Riddle's already red face to go even redder (for a different reason this time).

.

As cute as her boyfriend's scrunched face is, Yuuki didn't want Riddle to suffer so much. She has something she got to do.

...Maybe just a few more minutes.

.

After basking in Riddle's cute pout, (It is truth, as much as he himself denies it)Yuuki excuses herself.

...by standing up. Riddle, whose hand was still intertwined with hers, jumped at the sudden movement.

"Where are you going?" Asked Riddle, confused...or perhaps mad. I cannot tell from this far. "We have not finished yet".

"Just trust me", Yuuki replied, giving Riddle what she hoped was a reassuring smile. Riddle seemed unsure, but he reluctantly let go of her hand, letting his own hang limp.

When Yuuki returned, his face lightened up like the stars in the Sunset Savannah night sky at summer. Riddle ran to her(well as much as one is allowed to run in the library).

Yet at the sight before him, he stops.

Yuuki was there, yes.

The same beautiful nose placed perfectly on her face.

The same small dimples on her smile.

The same luscious hair, the same addictive laugh, the same teasing eye.

No.

The eye was not the same.

Where a tuft of her hair was usually seen, another eye was found.

Yuuki had two eyes.

Unnerving, the most fiting term.

The eye itself was not scary.

On the contrary, it was beautiful.

But it felt wrong.

Unnatural.

It could never compare to the real thing, found on the right side of her face.

It was unsettling.

But he couldn't keep his eyes of it.

"Is there dirt on my face? Or are you just too in love to look away?" Yuuki teases, breaking the awkward silence.

Riddle, who was about to respond to the first question (he was about to say no), proceeded to choked on air. He looked away, face as red as his hair.

(That's fine, cause it rhymes)

-silence-

"Let us continue with our activity." Said Riddle after a while, trying to act composed.

Emphasis on "trying".

Riddle was not able to completely conceal his embarrassment, and Yuuki could read him like an open book.

Which meant he was also teased relentlessly.

Unfortunately, another obstacle stood in Riddle's path. One eye moved this way, the other looked that.

And Riddle, being the overachiever he is, tried to make eye contact with both.

At the same time.

Causing the nickname "goldfish" to fit Riddle more than ever.

"Riddle, you don't have to." Said Yuuki, which left Riddle a bit enraged.

Is yuuki implying that they should skip a step?

Does she not want him to express his love for her?

Has she grown tired of him?

Did he do something wrong?

What mistake had he made?

Was it how strict he was on her, even though he promised he'd loosen up?

Riddle was afraid.

He didn't have much information about love.

He hasn't read much on romance and relationships, since his mother did not see it a necessary subject. He has not even memorised 25 articles on it.

This is his first hands-on experience.

In short, he was out of his field of expertise.

Had he messed up?

"Nonsense, eye contact is necessary for showcasing romantic intentions."

Riddle would've replied, had Yuuki not interrupted him.

"Riddle, whatever you think I mean, It is not that. I do not hate you. I have not grown tired of you, and I love you with all my heart. You didn't do anything wrong. Everything is all right.

All I mean is that you don't have to force your eyes to focus on both of them. " ,Yuuki replied quickly, not wanting a repeat of what happened last friday night.

From her previous experiences, Yuuki had learned that Riddle would often avoid eye contact when he felt he wasn't being enough in the relationship. They had discussed this last friday, after their not-so-pretty fight.

And they discussed this maturely, No tears were shed.

Okay.

Maybe a few tears were shed.

But Yuuki was a really good hugger, okay!

"I am capable of multitasking" said Riddle at last, trying to sound annoyed.

Though the redness of his cheeks lessens the effectiveness of his anger.

In truth, Riddle was a bit upset. The last sentence did hurt his pride a little. Does she imply that he was not able to!? He very well can!

But his lover did say she "loved him with all her heart".

He supposed he could let it pass, if she apologised sincerely. But he will still maintain eye contact with both!

"Riddle, my dear, you looked like a goldfish when you do that."

He chose to focus on her right eye.

Her real eye.

Her beautiful eye, Shining like a gem.

He stared at her cheeks, rose-red from their "arrangement."

He stared at the little chip on her front teeth, one he once deemed imperfection, now something endearing.

He stared at her sweet smile as she looked at him, as if he was the most precious thing in the world.

Then, Riddle's eyes drifted to her lips.

Her red juicy lips, (which is in dire need of a chapstick, but Riddle took no notice).

Instead, he noticed how kissable they were. How he so desired to touch them with his own.

Riddle averted his gaze.

Instead he stared at her rough hands, from her diligence in the handicrafts club.

He stared at her hands, intertwined with his own. Hands that had comforted him, tickled him, once even slapped him (though that was when he had overblotted).

...Hey, wait a minute.

When did she get so close?!

Riddle's eyes widened.

Yuuki was so close, their noses almost touched. So close, that he can feel her breath.

And Riddle panicked.

He pushed himself away.

But in his rush, he made the chair next to him fall. Luckily, Yuuki was able to grab the chair before it could slam to the ground and break.

Yet even at a tense scenario, Yuuki was in the mood to joke around. Or perhaps, it was because of it.

"Oh? Not gonna kiss me?" Asked Yuuki. "guess i misread the signs, huh? ...Sorry about that."

Yuuki was sincerely apologetic, but she did not know how to express without teasing.

"I mean, kissing's probably not in your to-do list anyways.", Yuuki said cheekily, not able to stay serious for long.

Yet As Yuuki was pulling away, Riddle grabbed her arm. Yuuki was surprised, Riddle's grip was tight.

"I would quite like kissing you." Said Riddle.

It would've seemed quite assertive, had not he averted his eyes a second later.

Yet it still made Yuuki's heart flutter.

"But not right now, of course! We have many steps ahead of us before we reach that level! Plus, I must make sure our first kiss goes perfectly. I shall allow no obstacles to get in the way."

Riddle rambled on and on, though it did no good at hiding his embarrassment.

Oh why had he let such words slip into reality!? Couldn't he hold it in until he was alone?? It was a mistake on his part. He must practice keeping the odd thoughts out of his mind.

Or at least, not out of his mouth.

Instead of telling Riddle it need not be perfect, which she so wanted to tell him (but if she did, she'd never hear the end of it), yuuki pouted.

An intentional pout.

Now that she knows that the only main thing holding Riddle back was that lovers guide, she could find a way to work around that.

"Aww.", She started, making her eyes look as big and sad as possible. "No kisses? Not even a kiss on the hand? It wouldn't exactly be a lovers thing, since it was a greeting back in the day, wasn't it?"

(-yuuki rolled for persuasion-)

Riddle pondered on this for a while.

What Yuuki said was true; After all, they learnt this at Professor Trein's class just last year.

"Well, I suppose so. Alright. I shall allow it."

(-she rolled a natural 20-)

Hearing this, Yuuki grinned, lowering her lips to Riddle's fingers.

...Unfortunately, Riddle had the same idea.

And a comical scene ensues.

The pair bended over at the same time, causing their foreheads to bump.

And as they had both rushed to kiss their partner, the foreheads bumped with great force.

Which led to many yelps of pain.

Yet even with the pain pinching her forehead, Yuuki laughed.

"I see we were thinking the same thing". (We're practically soulmates!, she also thought, but did not say out loud)".

At the realization, Riddle laughed as well, though his was definitely softer compared to Yuuki. But it was undoubtedly genuine.

And their laughs echoed across the room. (A few weeks later, Riddle recalled this incident and scolded Yuuki profusely for laughing so loud in the library. At 3 am. HE CALLED AT 3 AM. FOR SOMETHING THAT HAPPENED WEEKS AGO!)

Riddle placed his hand on the injured spot, massaging it carefully.

.

One would think Yuuki had learned her lesson. After all, she might get her head hurt again.

Unfortunately, Yuuki was as impulsive as she was witty.

Seizing the opportunity, Yuuki kissed Riddle's hand...which was placed on his forehead, (and kissed his forehead as well, albeit very slightly).

Riddle's cheeks darkened like a rose. He was a mix of madly in love and just plain mad."HOW DARE YOU KISS ME!", Shouted he.

"You said I could kiss your hand.", said Yuuki defensively, Though, she knew she had no right to be. She was stubborn that way, unfortunately.

"Not on the forehead!" Replied Riddle, face red and steam coming out of his ears.

"I didn't kissed the forehead, I kissed the hand on the forehead" defended Yuuki.

Riddle was not able to make a comeback, since he found nothing wrong with what Yuuki said.

Moral lesson: Sometimes, stubbornness does pay off.

Only with Riddle though.

It was at this moment when the two individuals realised this was their first kiss.

(Indeed. Both parties remembered this as their first kiss, even though neither would admit it)

And now, the two lovebirds blush, averting their eyes.

Absolutely magnifique.

Riddle and Yuuki, perfectly matched for each other.

So very different thought processes and personality, yet whwn together, they make an unlikely pair. Like Honey and lemon.

This was the thoughts of Rook Hunt, Thy Narrator, who have been watching the youthful couple since the first buds of romance! Even adding a bit òf fertilizer to help it bloom.

Rook checked off the words trickster and Roi de Roses from his notebook, nodding to himself. And off he went, down the tree! Weeeee!

As Rook was jumping down, Idia had just returned from his walk (touch grass, Ortho had said). Surprisingly, he was actually quite alright. There were almost no one outside, and the cloudy sky protected him from the painful sun. He even saw Lucius taking a nap! It wasn't as bad as he expected, the tiniest of smiles even resting on his face.

Unfortunately for him, Idia was soon found rushing back to his dorm, silently cursing this world. Idia took back all the good stuff he said about the walk (it was literally just two sentences, but still!).

Soon, A rumor had spread through all Night Raven College, about an almost-completely-naked dove beastman roaming the courtyards with the hearts of his enemies on his arrows, and only a loincloth to cover his...y'know.

author's note:

I am not a writer, I am merely reporting to you what i see. Sometimes I report really crappily.

this took so long. The 1st draft was like i was writing a Sebek x Yuuki fic instead. I had to rewrite it a couple of times. And with every rewrite, Yuuki changed her personality, which led to multiple rewrites. And that's not counting the amount of possibilities I could've written. My first idea was them fighting at a heartslabyul unbirthday party and kissing. Unfortunately, it did not come together.

What was I saying again? Oh right! Please be more specific in the scenario you want too! Or I will cry again. Thank you.

Oh! Did you enjoy the plot twist? Hope you did. Thanks for requesting, by the way. Also, I blame Rook for all inaccuracies. I took some artistic liberties, to make it flow better.

“Never again will there be in it an infant who lives but a few days, or an old man who does not live out his years;the one who dies at a hundred will be thought a mere child;the one who fails to reach[a] a hundred will be considered accursed."

Isaiah 65:20

[cupids-chamber]

We all know rooks accent is fake

And I like it too.... So umm...

[honey-milk-depresso]

@dr3amscap3 Make honey simp for Rook, tbh it would be the funniest combination of people ever. (I bet she'd call him R**k)

PLEASE NO HE'S NOT MY TYPE- IM NOT INTO THAT HAIRCUT BUT IT MAKES HIM COOL BUT LIKE ALSO NOT MY THING-

[viluvr-archived]

I can and will make a rook theme

Slay mother dear..... ‼️‼️‼️WHERE IS ASMO BY THE WAY..... (rook theme when 😡⁉️⁉️)

[knivy-desperanda]

Rook enjoyer. Get's Rook.

eh??? eh????? eh???????? EH?????

CUPID WHAT DOES THIS MEAN...

[kalims]

I wanna bitch slap Vil and marry Epel. For the drama at times. You know..

😦

[knivy-is-online]

OK SO I WAS LOOKING FOR MERCH AND PRINTS ON ETSY ANDDD

HERE

AWWWW

MY HEART JUST FELL OUT OF MY CHEST <333

[twistedchatterbox]

Wedding Whims

summary: their favourite parts of your wedding tags. Marriage, GN reader, Fluff, Smitten boys 4 Thou'st's' Enjoyment, No Spoilers, no beta we overblot like men, tweels are too deep in love.

Wordcount; 600+ | Masterlist & Taglist

The cake; Your future husband could have quite the sweet tooth occasionally, though whether he is pleased about it or not is up for debate; you know him better than that. He holds up the fork of samples for the cake for you to snack on, and the adoration on his face is so much more sweeter than the flavor when you let him feed you. The way he looks delighted upon seeing you return the gesture makes your heart run a marathon, you cannot wait to do this all over again at the wedding, and he cannot wait to be your husband. -Riddle, Trey, Che'nya, Ace, Ruggie, Jamil, Kalim, Idia

The venue; Whether it's his artistic 6th sense or a whisper of the wind and tide, he just knows that he wants your wedding to be at a beautiful location. Sentimentality, beauty, meaningful and lovely. His heart skips a beat at every location suggested by the wedding planner as he envisions the way you'd look on your wedding day. To him, this place must be worth being graced by your radiance; and he knows exactly what he wants. He can barely wait to see the day; and even then, you take his breath away. -Cater, Jade, Rook, Vil, Lilia, Malleus, Kalim

The clothes; regardless of the theme and slash or the dress code of this wedding, he knows you will look stunning. He goes through the isles upon isles of his choices and every time he looks at something that catches his eyes, he thinks of you. Specifically, the way he'd look next to you, and that motivates him to go and pick the perfect fit for you, as he intends to be the same. Every day, every night, the way you'd look on the wedding day lives in his head rent free, making him daydream as he indulges in his imagination which he does more than he'd admit to anyone. -Azul, Vil, Sebek, Silver, Neige, Jack, Deuce, Epel

The vows; of course, this is often overlooked as everyone does, or at least claims to, put their heart and soul into it. Well, he would put his everything and the entire world's treasures too if he could and if you asked it wouldn't even be a joke. Obsessed, he could be, for you he could be. Anything. You've got his heart in your tender loving hands and he intends to put his everything on display, for you, he could, for you, he would. There is no punchline, really; it's not a vow to him, it's an oath. -Jade, Floyd, Malleus, Rook, Jamil, Leona, Floyd again, Idia

The dance; Ideally, you would only dance with him, as it meant a big deal to your husband-to-be. Would it be a slow dance? Would it be waltz, tango, something cute, sweet or something a bit more intimate? He would dance to your whims, today, now, for the rest of your lives. This tempo of tandem hearts, he finds himself being in sync wit you, he knows the two of you will trip, fall, but he also knows you'll get up together; and it tightens his hold ever so slightly on you as the loving gaze in those cupid struck eyes intensifies for you. Let him twirl you, dip you, spin you, and kiss you lovely between steps too. -Floyd, Riddle, Epel, Ace, Leona, Lilia, Neige, Silver

Oh and, Ortho was positively delighted about catching your bouquet! The boy's giddiness and happiness was so contagious for you that it became one of his favourite memories too.

...He was too busy admiring your happiness to watch anything else, though. -Trey, Cater, Riddle, Jack, Malleus, Silver, Deuce, Azul, Floyd, Jade, Kalim ....He rolled his eyes out of habit with a huff, but his happy smile spoke for itself and him too. -Ace, Leona, Ruggie, Sebek, Lilia, Jamil, Epel, Vil, Rook ...He couldn't help but grin alongside you, as it was just as special to him. -Idia

[pandoa]

every piercing petal

when they find you suffering from the hanahaki disease

~headcanons~ ~twisted wonderland x gender neutral reader~ warnings: angst, mentions of blood, a little cursing

requested by @miriamladyvoid~✰

he stays with you. he sees the blood drip from each pastel-colored flower, noticing the way each cough from your now frail body pains you with every breath, and stays by your side. he may not know how to help, but the least he could do was wrap his own arms around you in comfort, right? he sits you down as you choke out the few petals that had still been stuck within your throat as a gentle hand innocently caresses up and down your back. leaning your head on his shoulder, he lets you rest yourself against him as if any form of sympathy would alleviate the pain in your chest. he asks no questions from you. he only wants to surround you in feelings of comfort.

riddle rosehearts, cater diamond, TREY CLOVER, azul ashengrotto, jamil viper, VIL SCHOENHEIT, rook hunt, LILIA VANROUGE

he wants to find the bastard who broke your heart. who would break you so horribly to make literal flowers grow in your lungs? just who was this person anyway? he walks in and sees you bent over your own knees as you choke on the thorns that scratched your throat, trying to deal with the grief all on your own. he becomes angry that someone would make you go through such suffering. and so, he made it his goal to find the jerk that did this to you. even if the whole idea seemed too reckless. it just wasn't fair. why did you have to ache over something you just couldn't control? all because you were so innocent enough to fall in love? to him, this disease wasn't a sickness. it was a curse. and he knew you didn't deserve it at all.

ace trappola, epel felmier, LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, malleus draconia

he wishes to help you heal. even if it seems like it's hopeless. there has to be some sort of remedy to this. whether it's trying to help you gain the affections of the one you loved or searching high and low for a possible antidote, he does his best in attempting to expel the vines that wrap around your lungs. he plays cupid, matchmaker, scavenger, and even potion-maker to try and rid you of this morbid disease. he just wants to make your days of lamenting disappear. to bring back that smile that used to shine on your face before you had ever fallen in love with someone who's heart was not yours. he'd go to the ends of the earth if it meant he could stop the ache piercing your lungs. just please... don't lose your hope either, alright?

DEUCE SPADE, trey clover, jade leech, KALIM AL-ASIM, rook hunt, epel felmier, MALLEUS DRACONIA, silver

he's confused. maybe it's the way he just couldn't comprehend the facts behind the disease. or maybe it's the way he didn't understand how you could allow your own feelings for someone to grow into a sickness that literally grows flowers into your lungs. either way, he genuinely does not know what to do. he notices the way you cough, and cough, and cough—keeping note of the blood that stained each flower in the process. perhaps he could research this disease if he was the type of person to. who did you love in the first place? why would you let it escalate so easily? he's lost, but he'd do his best to try and comfort you. although... it wasn't him that you loved, right?

riddle rosehearts, ace trappola, JACK HOWL, ruggie bucchi, floyd leech, IDIA SHROUD, sebek zigvolt

he develops the disease too. he sees your body doubled over in a frantic mess, tissues of blood and piles of flowers now scattered around your feet. and before he finally processes anything, he starts to feel a sharp pain in his own chest. one that felt like a million thorns growing within his lungs. he wasn't the one you loved after all. it was apparent now. and while the pain in your throat was caused by your love for someone else, his pain was caused by the lack of feelings you held for him. it was as if the world had blasted him with a sign that said, "congratulations, they're in pain because of their love for someone else, which isn't you, so you get to suffer as well!" even if you had found yourself healed from this sickness, the young man discovers that his ending is all the same. you did not love him. nor would you ever. so he continues hiding his own feelings for you if only to not burden you further.

♥... ALL ...♥

a/n: last one was mainly for funsies >:3

[robo-milky]

To our playful cat maid,

What I’m seeing on your dash is just a prolonged prank of April Fools, yes? Surely, you are simply living up to your title of Trickster! I do love the jokes that come out of your little drawings and musings, but I’m afraid this one flew over my head like Cupid’s arrow over your heart.

- 🏹 :(

AWWW ROOK ANON- I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU HAD TO COME BACK TO THIS 😭 Don’t hit me with the :( - My heart can’t take it. I’m sorry you had to witness the cursed betrayal- Rook will always be mine and Cloche’ number 1! (In all seriousness it’s just platonic appreciation, trust)

[spadecentral]

🤏 It's The Little Things | Misc. TWST

>> requested: no >> a/n: got bored and inspired

>> masterlist: ramshackle (misc.) >> summary: the small things they do in a relationship >> reader prns: they/them >> warning(s): none

Cater Diamond always seems to know when you need affection. He likes hugging you from behind and kissing your cheek. He loves taking little photos of you, and even has a polaroid of you under his phone case. He got a clear one just so he could show it off. It was like you were a celebrity and he got a photocard of you. 

Azul Ashengrotto was barely in your dorm with you, always working at the Mostro Lounge. He came home late and woke up early, so you never really saw him. But, he would always leave a ‘good morning’ post-it note on the fridge, alongside a small story of something dumb that happened the previous night.

Jamil Viper is a very busy man. Always tending to Kalim’s needs, he rarely has time to himself. But when he does, he prefers to spend it with you. Softly holding your hand, he loves brushing his thumb over your knuckles, just to remind himself you’re there. He loves when you squeeze his hand as well, and he’ll even send a squeeze back.

Rook Hunt knows where you are, almost always. He enjoys watching you from afar with a dorky, love-stricken face. He likes to send small letters, whether they be stuck to an arrow or slid across a table. He wants you to know that even if you can’t see him, he’ll always be there for you.

Silver loves to rest his head on your shoulder or thighs. You’re the absolute most comfortable thing to him, and he has said on multiple different occasions that he ‘would die if [he] was unable to take a good nap next to you’. He will go out of his way to seek you out for a nap, even if he doesn’t get very far, it’s the thought that counts.

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Beauty (Twisted Wonderland, Rook Hunt)

tiptoes into blog again but steps on a comically placed whoopee cushion and alerts the entirety of my eagerly awaiting readers

hey hi hi sorry this is 2 let you all know that i am ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I AM ALIVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i had 2 disappear 2 focus entirely on my studies bc i was due 2 graduate with honors soon and i needed 2 have ALL my work completed lol! anyways, im glad 2 say that soon i will be the proud owner of an early bachelor’s degree in pre-med. this honors thesis better look STUNNING on my fucking resume. 

a/n: anyways YES im working on ur asks now that i have more free time yaaaaaaaaay!!! in the meantime enjoy this lol i wrote it entirely on a whim bc i saw the new rook card on twt and was like “hm. okay fine ass.” anyways let it be known i know VERY LITTLE about book 7 and Rook in general (ive seen spoilers but i don’t actively seek them out, plus i don't have the game anymore bc free palestine, fuck disney), so this might be ooc or an unusually placed scenario. please let me know how i can improve!

summary: rook’s back to his old self. he’s not sure of himself, but you have some choice words. 

cw: suggestive!!!!!!!! minors DNI!!!!!!!!!, book 7 spoilers i think, gn!reader (specifics of reader’s physical attributes are not mentioned, but Rook uses the masculine French word for "dear"), NOT PROOFREAD!!!!.

MINORS DNI AS PER USUAL THIS IS SUGGESTIVE!! THANK YOU FOR RESPECTING MY BOUNDARY!!!

“Well, I admit… the version of me you see standing before you, cher, was not me at my prime…”

You stare curiously at the man before you. Unmistakably, this was Rook. Same French accent, albeit with a harsher twang, same upturned green eyes, same haunting, knowing smile. It was Rook, without a doubt. But, he was different. He looked different. His uniform wasn’t Pomefiore- it was Savanaclaw. His hair was longer and wilder, choppy bangs and uneven waves falling in his face and along his back. His skin was darker, a light tan present on his usually pristine, pale skin. Freckles dotted the bridge of his nose and crest of his cheeks, and a smattering of them was found on his shoulders and neck. He didn’t stand quite as tall; rather, he stood with a slight slouch. Bending forward just slightly, piercing green eyes peering at you from beneath the shadow of  a wide-brim brown hat. Strangely, like this, he appeared considerably more predatory. 

Suddenly, him previously being in Savanaclaw made sense. 

However, this spurred a question in you. Not about his decision to change dorms, but about his words.

“What do you mean, not at your ‘prime’?”

You furrow your brows in confusion as you stare back at him, searching for answers. This Rook- with far more obvious muscle definition and hardened expressions- seemed quite at his fully-functioning peak. You step towards him, your eyes raking over his form, lingering at his rough, calloused hands on his hips, at his broad, freckle-covered chest, and at his perfect cupid’s bow, where a stray freckle laid. “Mon trickster,” he speaks, the sharp twang of his accent making you shiver. His lips rise into a knowing grin. Your eyes snap back up to his eyes, glued to you in irony. “It’s rude to stare.”

Your cheeks heat up only for a moment, but you wave him off. “Rook…” You start, giving him one more once over before glancing away again, not wanting to get too caught up in observing his proportions. “I don’t think this isn’t your prime. If anything…” You turn to him again, looking him in the eyes. You roll your bottom lip between your teeth before hurriedly spitting out the words before you could regret them. “...I think you’re beautiful.” 

You would expect Rook, of all people, to be unfazed by these words. However, he seems a bit taken aback, his eyes widening and his posture straightening, before he leans back forward again, his predatory smirk stretching wider across his face. “Merci, mon chéri, however, I do believe-”

“I mean it.” You quickly interrupt him, stopping him from beginning a self-depricating tirade of how unaccustomed he used to be to the concept of beauty. “I think you’re beautiful like this.” You face him head-on, your heart pounding loudly in your ears. This shouldn’t feel like confessing, but strangely, it does. 

Now it’s Rook’s turn to blush. His smile fades, his eyes going from knowing to gentle curiosity. The warm redness of the blush spreads across his tan cheeks, accentuating the darkness of his freckles. Something about that is endearing to you, and for a moment, you are emboldened. 

You step closer to him, to which he instinctively steps back, maintaining space while his senses are momentarily thrown off by his reaction to your praise. However, he doesn’t get to do that for long. He stumbles back into a stool, gripping onto its edge as he falls onto it, surprised. He would have known that was there, if not for your closeness and persistence. You move even closer, placing a knee between his thighs on the stool, boosting your height and leaning in to grab his face. He freezes, momentarily shocked by your bold actions, but he soon relaxes, his shoulders falling and his breathing returning to normal. He looks down, his eyes becoming hooded before he looks up at you again, his emerald gaze more alluring than before. He bites his lip before speaking, probably to distract you. Admittedly, it almost works. “Mon trickster…” He speaks again, and you wonder how anyone got used to hearing him speak, when such a harsh twang in a smooth accent contradicted so perfectly. He breathes shakily, a blush returning to his face. You deduced he was definitely trying to lure you in. “You’re being… awfully bold today. May I ask what’s brought this on-”

“Your imperfections are what makes your beauty!” You don’t shout, but you do raise your voice, ensuring his words are drowned out. Being this close to him makes you somewhat nervous, but you stand your ground, pressing your palms a little more into the flesh of his cheeks. He blinks at you confusedly, waiting for you to speak. You open your mouth to speak, but close it just as quickly, letting out a few false starts before sighing. You look away, taking a deep breath, before steeling yourself and facing him once more. Slowly, you let your eyes take in his face, until your gaze reaches his freckles, prominent against his tan skin. You find yourself stroking his freckles with your thumbs, gently tracing the nonsensical patterns in which they appear. You finally find your confidence again, and speak without thinking. “Your freckles and tan don’t tell me that you had bad or sensitive skin- they tell me that you loved the sun.” Your voice is so gentle it surprises yourself, not whispered, but low, and filled with a strange intimacy. 

His eyes widen at your words, his lips parted. He breathes shakily, but something about it is genuine this time. His eyes remain fixated on yours, his thick eyebrows downturned in a strange mix of melancholy and yearning. You stroke his face more, and he relaxes, closing his eyes and letting you hold him. You begin to breathe shakily yourself, your body flushing with heat and your fingers beginning to tremble just slightly. You move your right hand from his cheek to his hair, not once lifting your palm. Your fingers gently move through his hair, holding the back of his head, and he leans into your touch, exhaling as your pinky brushes the back of his neck. You lean in as well, following him as he follows your touch. He opens one eye to peer at you curiously, gauging your next action. When you gently pull at his waves, his eye snaps shut again, and he disguises a moan as a throaty exhale. You speak again, led purely by the spur of the moment. “Your uneven bangs and wild hair don’t tell me that you didn’t care for it- it tells me that you took the time to let it grow, and chose not to restrict what was yours.” You say this close to his neck, your lips gently brushing against the shell of his ear. He shivers, gripping the stool harder.

You begin to pull back, keeping your palms to his skin. You move your right hand back to his cheek, where your left hand still rests on his other one. You pause for a moment before drifting both hands downwards, your palms and fingers tickling his jaw and neck. He leans his head back to allow you access, sighing quietly at the feeling. You gently trail your palms and fingers down his neck before finally resting at the base. You then gently drag your hands to his shoulders and squeeze them, looking up at him. His blush still remains, and his lips are still parted, his breathing still shaky. He gazes at you expectantly, as though eagerly awaiting your next bit of praise. You lean towards his face and press your forehead to his, looking down at his shoulders. “Your slouch does not tell me that you had bad posture- it tells me that you were shyer, and didn’t take pride in your appearance.” You begin to trail your palms down his shoulders, your fingers feather-light on his skin in their wake. He shivers at the gentle stimulation, closing his eyes again. His breathing gets heavier and shakier, and you begin to feel heat pool within you once more. You pull your head back, straightening up as your stare at him. Leaning your face close to his, you continue to trail your palms down his arms, your fingers lightly pressing into his muscles, mapping out the structure of his body. Eventually you lift your palms, using only your fingers to trail down his forearm, tracing the insides of his wrists. He hardly flinches, likely expecting this, but still shivers at the sensation. “It also tells me…” You continue, your lips mere inches from his, but not daring to move any closer, staring at his cupid’s bow and blonde lashes. Your fingers reach his hands, and you gently pry them from their grip on the stool, moving them to his lap, palms up. You trace your fingers along his rough, calloused palms and fingers, making shapes and patterns. “...That you took more pride in the things you did with your hands.” You press your palms into his and his eyes flutter open, not surprised to find you mere inches from his face. He exhales, his blush deepening. He blinks at you, knowing you still weren’t finished yet. 

“Your imperfections lead me to your beauty. That’s why…” You trail off, lifting one hand from his palm and caressing his cheek once more. “...You’re beautiful.”

You begin to pull back, closing your eyes and quickly moving away, beginning to move your knee from between his thighs on the stool. However, he quickly grabs you, his fingers gripping the back of your uniform as he pulls you in. Your knee follows your movements, pushing into his inner thigh on the stool. He sharply inhales, looking down, before looking back up at you with hooded eyes. His eyes still look expectant, as though he still wants more.

“Mon trickster…” He says lowly, pulling you in further. Your knee presses harder against his inner thigh and your upper body closer towards his. He breathes shakily, moving one hand from the back of your uniform to the front, bunching some of it in his grasp. He tilts his head towards you, and you can feel his breath on your lips as your eyes lock with his. Heat flushes through your body again.

“Are there any other… imperfect beauties… that I possess, that you’d like to point out to me?”

rejoice! entertainment be upon ye!

a/n: okay but seriously, i hope u all enjoyed! i wrote this in like,, a few hours? for reference it is like. 5:45 am where i am as i type this LOLLLL! i was up lateee bc i no longer have schoolwork which meansss every spare second i have that im not working working, ill be doing these. anyways! please please pleeeeaaaasssseee leave a like, comment, and a reblog if u liked it! i love 2 know that u loved my work! ik its been a while but i promise 2 try 2 be more active… i swear!! oh, and leave an ask if u have any ideas about other things i should write!

[cupids-chamber]

By changing Savanaclaw Rook, Vil Yassified Rook.

[dilvuc]

I'm not sure if requests are open, so if they're not, feel free to ignore this.

May I request a part 2 to the Matchmaker Vil x reader oneshot you wrote? I would like to see an alternate, happier ending for Vil.

If not, perhaps a similar theme where reader has to matchmake someone with Floyd?

Thank you very much. 🖤

『MATCHMAKER』

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: matchmaker alternate ending

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: vil x gn!reader (+ rook)

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: you are known as the matchmaker at heartslabyul. a matchmaker who never failed at matchmaking until…

"Another matchmaking complete." You sighed with relief. You were given the name "Cupid" for a reason. You're known as the matchmaker at Heartslabyul, who matchmake students with their crush. You never failed your position as the matchmaker…

Or so you thought…

"E-excuse me, Cupid. I have a request for you." A student blushes while fiddling with his fingers.

This matchmaking was given an unexpected surprise that led to a huge failure for the first time.

"What do you have?" You asked the student. The student responded, "There's this person I like. They're pretty, smart, and have great talent and I was hoping if you could matchmake me with them."

"Ah, he's talking about Vil, is he? This will be fun." You thought before speaking out loud with a wink, "Say no more. I'll get you with this admirer."

The student thinks that you understand. Unfortunately, he didn't realize that you were gonna matchmake him with the wrong person.

During PE, you look around to look for a beautiful blonde around the field until you've landed on a beautiful blonde, who's doing a stretch.

"Hey, there's the beautiful Vil-sama." You greeted the blonde while offering a bottle of water.

"Ah, if it isn't the Cupid of Heartslabyul?" Vil smiles as he accepts the water bottle from your hand. "How may I assist you?"

"Let's talk somewhere private."

The two of you are seated at the back of the gymnastics where you two can have a private talk. Now it's your chance to ask, "Say, do you have a crush on someone?"

Vil fiddles with the tap of his water bottle, "Ah…? That's an odd question, but…" The beautiful blonde paused when he noticed how close you were, making his heart pounding in his chest. "I do have a crush on this person…"

"Really? What are they like?"

"...Uh…They're pretty, very intelligent, and…very talented." Vil finished. You realized that's the same description that the student was saying. The blonde continues, "I don't know if they will return my feelings. Sometimes they're just dense, not realizing how I feel about them."

"...!" Your brain finally made progress, the student doesn't have a crush on Vil, they had a crush on you. You screwed it up, but—

"I'm in love with you, [Y]...!" Vil confesses to you. "...W-will you accept my feelings for you?"

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You have feelings for h— Huh? You gasped softly when Vil confessed his feelings to you. You hope this isn't staged since he's an actor. You look around to see if there aren't any cameramen.

"Don't think this is being staged! T-this is real life!" Vil clasped your hands into his, pressing them against his chest, "I'm gonna ask this again: Will you accept my feelings?"

"Go, go, Vil~" Rook cheered for the blonde from the bushes.

"Vil…" Vil gulped before closing his eyes tightly, waiting for the answer coming from you. He's preparing himself for the best or the worse. The beautiful blonde felt arms wrapping around him and pulled him close.

"[Y]...? A-are you ok…?" Vil blushed.

"...I can't hold it any longer." You whispered, nuzzling your face in the blonde's shoulder. "I was jealous when I thought my client wanted me to matchmake them with you. I'm glad it isn't you they were crushing on."

"[Y]?" Vil questioned as you pulled away. You gently grabbed his shoulders and confessed, "I love you, Vil…"

"...Huh…? H-huh?! Really?! Y-you're serious, right?" The blonde stammered with a red face. He stopped for a minute to take a closer look at your face, and you were dead serious. “...T…that…That isn't fair! I-I confessed first! But…I love you, too…”

“I’m glad…I was…ready to kiss you. I have been holding it in for a while because your lips look kissable…” You chuckled. Vil blushed before gently grabbing your face, “Same goes to you. K-kiss me already…”

“Sure~ But…can you tell Rook to give us some time alone.” You sweatdropped when you noticed a hat sticking out of the bush. Vil flinched, “Ah, I forgot about him…”

“Bravo! Bravo, Beautiful Vil!” Rook clapped with crocodile tears pouring from his eyes.

“R-Rook, I think you should let us have some alone time…” the beautiful blonde blushed.

“Sorry, I was just too proud!” Rook beamed, wiping away his tears.

“Rook!”

╰┈➤ author note: please note that this is a slow update. i will still accept your request, but it will take a while since i'll be working on my books on wattpad. if you wish to read those books, here's my wattpad account.

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