#rook hunt headcanons

[vaporvipermedia]

My Rook Headcanons

[Mostly about his body]

Finally..my time has come.

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We all know that I have to start off with my Fox Beastman!Rook agenda. Even when he’s presenting himself in human form, people can see that his teeth are not normal. Having four sharp canines that peeks out whenever he smiles. Since too many people have noticed, he just resorts to more affiliative smiles.

The reason why Rook wants to hide his beastman traits was for the thrill of and excitement of people finding out who he truly is after all this time. Like: “Hmm, what if I just gaslight my friends into thinking that I’m fully human only for them to find out later that I was actually a beastman? Wouldn’t that be quite silly? Very mischievous if you will?”

He’d like to imagine their expressions switch into complete shock and surprise. Eyebrows raised, mouth agape he’d think it would be such a wonderful surprise. Thinking their reactions would be absolutely beautiful

His potion making skills are very exceptional to say the least but it took a lot of trial and error. Getting some chemical burns when messing with test-run potions.

Although the potion Rook created hides his more visible fox features, his ears and tail do come back whenever he gets too excited or gets a major spike of energy. Something that Rook never thought would happen. [That's why he’s scarily good at controlling his heart rate. He trained his body in order to make sure his features remained hidden.]

Ok, say it with me now. THIS. MAN. HAS. SCARS‼️‼️ This man would not have so much flawless skin while being a hunter. It’s frankly impossible. From nasty tumbles, to possible encounters with wild creatures, ANYTHING!

I feel like Rook picked his skin a lot as a child. Especially scabs. Leaving some permanent marks on his body. He probably did this due to the stress of going out into the forest, wondering what might try to attack him.

Dimples…I don’t have to go in depth with this. We both know we are on the same track here. He has dimples whenever he smiles. It’s there. It’s visible. Let’s move on before I go insane.

Listen…Listen…He has a birthmark on his lower back that looks like the Orion Constellation. IT JUST FITS! CMON!

Rook’s hair is actually a little bit curly and got it from his father’s side. But most of the time he tries new hairstyles to give himself more variety. That variety involves him straightening his hair sometimes.😭😭

BUT AS A BONUS IF HIS HAIR GETS WET HIS CURLS WILL POP OUT! SO THAT’S A WIN!

[Clutching my fist in anger] FRECKLES! FRECKLES DUSTING HIS CHEEKS AND BODY! THEY EXIST THEY ARE THERE! I KNOW THEY ARE!

Tans easily during the summer. [Got that from his mother] His hat can only do so much.

Hear me out. I’d like to think that a piece of his ring finger is gone due to an incident with a beastman child when he was younger. And instead of being afraid of that event, that drove him to becoming more interested towards beastmen behaviors. So his ring finger is a constant reminder of his curiosity and that very incident.

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Whew…ok now I can pass away peacefully. Thank you for listening to my mad man ramblings. Well, actually you had no choice in the matter since I hunted you down inside of your own house.-

But nevermind that! You’re free to go.☺️🫶

[mrsrookhunt]

*Yuu, at midnight*: Man, I'm having a snack attack.

*Rook, bounding up to the door with a rabbit*:

I have

I have a t t a c k e d a s n a c k

Yuu: ...not again--

[viviennevermillion]

With an s/o who is a writer

notes: so we have this now

contains: character x gn!reader, established relationship

characters included: leona kingscholar, rook hunt, idia shroud, malleus draconia

warnings: none

dark content creators & consumers do not interact

Okay so Leona is like, the last person in the cast who'd be into creative writing if it wasn't for the fact that he was dating a writer but he's supportive. He's got the spirit. Even if he has different priorities.

Literally comes into your room, sees you sitting at your laptop and working on a story and he's like: "Are ya winning?" He pulls a chair next to yours and rests his head on your shoulder, looking at your draft with you. "Tf am I supposed to be winning?", you chuckle and ruffle his hair, gently scratching his ear in the process. "I don't know, the recognition of the internet people or something. You were the one who said 'Spite can be a great writing motivation' if I recall correctly", he shrugs and presses a kiss to your cheek. "It's not a competition, you know?", you laugh and get up, shoving your chair to the side to sit on Leona's lap instead.

He doesn't mind just wrapping his arms around your waist and letting you sit on his lap while you write. He'll read along and rest his head on your shoulder from behind, wrapping his tail around you as well. Now you have a clingy oversized cat attached to you while you work on your latest project. Congrats. He probably falls asleep halfway through, not that you'd mind.

It took a while for you to feel comfortable to show Leona your writing, because the second prince of Sunset Savannah could be quite the judgemental person. Leona would never mock anything you cared about as soon as he started dating you but seeing his demeanor towards other people still made you hesitate. But Leona has been supportive of you ever since you talked to him about your passion, even if he doesn't quite get it. Honestly be glad Leona isn't someone who'd ever start writing because he's inspired by you, he would turn this into a competition.

If you post your works online, Leona makes an account on whatever platform you post them on solely to follow you and support you. If you work on something for several hours and get less notes than someone with two paragraphs Leona is more frustrated than you.

He originally just wanted to support you but he finds himself surprised at how the plot of your stories actually intrigues him and he's curious what happens next.

If you write poetry, he's less involved. He just doesn't get poetry. He's like "why don't they just say what they mean?"

If you ever get Leona to write anything it'd be literate roleplay. Only joins because you asked him but gets really into it halfway through. Wants to make his character cool and wants him to fight the other characters. He's like "this is my character, he's a king and he can do whatever he wants-"

Leona's stylistic device is using poetic descriptions in the same sentence with words like "bastard" and "shitfaced" and he somehow manages to actually pull this off

You took him to tabletop night with Idia and Azul once and he got himself perma-banned from Board Game Club because he fucked with their nerves so much that they never wanted to see him there again.

He's worried you might be mad at him at first. "Nah it was kinda funny", you reassure him, "though if we ever do this again it should probably just be the two of us..." Leona chuckles and pulls you close, pressing a kiss to your temple.

Rook writes poetry himself and he loves the arts so he's so on board with this.

But, listen. Rook is that one reader every writer wants but few of us actually get. He reads literally anything you write ever and he responds by sending you like a whole essay of his thoughts on the characters and the plot in depth and how it made him feel.

"Beauté", Rook tears up and pulls you into a hug, kissing your forehead enthusiastically, "I must thank you, mon chéri / ma chérie, by sharing the work you put your heart into with me and presenting me with the result of your creativity and passion; you have made my heart feel a little more complete and my mind more enlightened. Because you have chosen to let me view the beauty that is your prose and poetry, every day I get one step closer to truly call myself le chasseur d'amour! Truly extraordinary!" He takes your hands into his and looks deeply into your eyes as he tells you this; like he's confessing the full extent of his love to you. He cups your cheeks and kisses your lips softly, trying to convey all the feelings that overwhelm his heart and that words would never do justice to you.

He will gush about your works to Vil and Epel so much that they are tired of hearing about it.

He’d be happy if you tell him your thoughts about his poetry too. He writes a lot of it but he doesn’t really have anyone to talk about it with because most people just don’t get his poetry. But if you keep an open mind and give him some appreciation for what he wrote, Rook is so thankful and excited.

He’s so excited for anything new you write. “Feel free to notify me immediately once you’re finished with your newest chef-d'œuvre, even if it’s the middle of the night and I am asleep”, he smiles at you and kisses your hand. 

He’s not kidding, btw

He wakes up in the morning to see you snuggled up against him and he gives you a kiss on the forehead, waking you up softly. “Ugh…just 10 more minutes”, you groan and bury your face in his chest. Rook chuckles and runs his fingertips up and down your back. “You seem very tired, mon cœur”, he whispers and presses a kiss to your lips. You kiss back gently and wrap your arms around him. “Were you working on your newest oeuvre d'art until late at night again?”, he asks and shakes his head. He loves everything you make but he’d rather have you well-rested and comfortable. You confirm his suspicions with a tired nod. “Well, did you finish it?”, he asks. “Yes”, you mumble and try to hide from the rising sun by burying your face in his neck. “Didn’t I tell you to wake me up, so I can read it?”, he gets up and turns on your laptop, carrying it over to the bed so you can enter the password. “I thought you were exaggerating”, you shrugged and opened your finished project. “When have I ever exaggerated?”, Rook asks and wraps an arm around you while his eyes wandered across the document, “you should know best that all I express towards you is nothing but raw, unfiltered honesty.” You sigh. “Right, you have a point.”

Getting to read your newest work literally makes his day. Rook is your biggest fan definitely.

Okay you can't tell me Idia doesn't write fanfiction or at least read it. That man has been through every genre of fanworks.

You write? He admires that. You write fanfiction? Even better.

Send him soul-crushing angst of his favorite characters please, his reactions are so funny. He's like "why would you do this to my poor otaku heart HEFHHSJEHFHSBFDBSNFXNNENNSNR 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭"

He will literally commission you or request from you to write his ideas and surprise him with something he'd love.

He'd be like, kicking his legs and text you his live-reaction.

Idia is one of those people who request from you and make it so hyper-specific that you need to read into the lore of an entirely new game or anime just to even understand what exactly he wants. He'd send you "Can you write angst with this character if his love interest had the blood curse from the hit-game 'Below the 2nd Temple' but if the blood curse made you seek out the 5 goblets of wisdom and then drop dead. What would be their reaction to the one they love dearly leading such a pitiful existence? Oh and can you make the dragon from the sequel 'Below the 3rd Temple' appear at the end when the love interest runs out of horvathian gemstones?" and you sit there like what the fuck did he just say????

He's like "oh it's all on the official forum lore section" as if you're going to read in-depth lore for a game you never played just to write his angsty crossover AU.

"Why don't you write it yourself at this point?", you look at him and sigh. "But I love your works", Idia wraps his arms around you from behind and kisses your cheek repeatedly, pulling you into his lap.

He will absolutely try to bribe you into writing it. He'll offer you kisses and a nice, warm bath and a massage....whether you fall for it is up to you.

But he's so happy when he gets the final result. He geeks out about it to Azul who understands even less about the request than you when you first started working on it.

Idia would also do semi-literate and literate roleplay with you online.

Overall loves that you're a writer and will support you whenever you need it. Idia can actually be pretty creative himself so when you struggle to continue and lack an idea, he might just deliver exactly what you need.

Malleus has read many books throughout his lifetime. Be it biographies, fiction or textbooks about all kinds of topics. Most of them were outdated and the writing style of the novels he’s read has long since gone out of fashion. 

Malleus is mostly unfamiliar with the modern way of writing stories. Hell, many of the things he’s read have been written with a magical pen and ink. The Briar Valley castle libraries contain many books that are unique and don’t have any other copies in the whole world. The newer ones were written on a typewriter. 

He’s super interested when you tell him you write as a hobby for the first time. He’s seen many printed books since coming to Night Raven College but watching you just pull out your laptop and write a whole story in just a couple of hours is fascinating to him. He lets you sit on his lap and wraps his arms around you. He rests his head on your shoulder or against your head and watches as the words just seem to spill onto the pages. He reads along and asks you a couple of questions in the meantime, still being careful not to distract you though. 

“Why did the king say this to his daughter?”, Malleus asks with a surprised expression, “is he hiding something?” You chuckle. “You’ll find that out in about five chapters”, you turn around a bit to be able to press a sweet kiss to his lips. Malleus smiles and puts his hands on his hips. “And when do I get to read those?”, he asks and you let out a sigh. “Only god knows”, you bury your head in your hands, “if the heavens decide to randomly inject me with whatever writer steroids I was on when I wrote the first three chapters, it might be tomorrow after an all-nighter and an unholy amount of coffee. If things don’t go well it could be next New Year’s Day.” “But it’s January…”, Malleus sighs.

He’s always the first to witness all the frustrations that come with being a writer. He finds it amusing but he also hopes you always find the motivation and productivity you want. 

If you write poetry, Malleus always reads it with great interest, trying to search for messages within the lines. Before the two of you got together, this was how he’s been trying to look for hints of your feelings for him.

He’s so unfamiliar with the modern world that sometimes he finds out way later that something you mentioned in your works is in fact not a fictional thing you made up. He’ll smile at you and tell you how creative you are for coming up with all this fantastic and wondrous stuff and then you rent an apartment with him to stay at during your fourth year internships. “Wait, you’re telling me roombas are real???”, he just stares at the little apparatus cleaning your living room floor in awe. You raise an eyebrow: “You thought they were fake?” He just stares at you with a slightly confused expression.

Malleus is actually pretty easily motivated to write something himself. And he’s good at it too, given his eloquent way of speaking and writing that has been taught to him at a young age due to him being a prince. He has so many in-depth thoughts, it’s pretty easy for him to make detailed descriptions of something and bring a story to life. He projects a lot too. Like, you know him too well and you just know exactly where the lines in the story about the lonely gargoyle just wishing for a friend or for anyone to care about his feelings come from. But that’s a conversation for another day. 

[angelltheninth]

Rook Hunt Sneaking Out Early in the Morning

Pairing: Rook Hunt x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, suggestive talking, kissing, sneaking out, flirting, marks

A/N: I'm typing this on my phone cause the brainrot is too strong to wait for me to get to a hotel.

Sneaking around was all part of a hunters nature. Rook just never figured he'd be using those skills to sneak out of a pretty girl's dorm room. It would have been easier to meet him in the forest but that would open you up for more trouble if you got caught.

"You did a number on me last night little bunny. How does someone so gentle looking have so much energy? Ha, could have fooled me, I'd have taken you for easy game."

You can't help but smirk at the state of him, his back marked by your nails, neck covered with smudged lipstick, him flexing his fingers because he used them too much last night. And you, stumbling forward as you embrace him, that knowing ache creeping back up as Rook turns around to kiss you, lips still swollen from last night.

"Pay no mind to that, it will... go away. Well not if you keep rolling your hips like that it won't! Haven't had enough yet? You really are just like a bunny in heat. Shameless little bunny."

When Rook manages to gather up the energy to leave your lips and embrace he can't go without taking his shirt, so give it here. As good as it looks on you it would raise suspicion if his shirt was found in your room. He took great caution to hide his arrival, even having to take a shower when he arrived cause of the branches and leaves in his hair.

"Thank you for my shirt, I'd be looking like a suspicious weirdo if I walked around with only my bow and arrows on my back. Although I have a feeling you'd like to see that. Don't worry, I can be your eye candy."

As you take his shirt off Rook can't help but let kut a sigh of pride and love at the sight of you. It's a good thing he can control himself around you. There will be time for more lustful nights later on, after he makes sure his cover isn't blown before class.

"I'll see you in class, my needy bunny. Since I can't have a lucky rabbit paw I'll settle for a good luck kiss from you. Oh stop looking at me like that, we'll see each other in less then an hour. Think of me until then."

[loverofazul]

𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒏

-Ｖｉｌ, Ｒｏｏｋ, Ｍａｌｌｅｕｓ, ａｎｄ Ａｚｕｌ-

Vil is...a bit confused to say the least. He never expected you of all people to be an angel. He does call you angel for your seemingly ethereal appearance and walk.

But when you actually show him to prove your point, hes flabbergasted. He's watching with awe as your pure white wings sprout out and almost engulf him -- filling up his room. They were huge. The hallow on your head glowing and almost blinding him.

Hes asking you to model clothes, especially white, gold, silver, etc. ethereal looking clothes if you get what i mean.

Rook is in awe. He wants to keep a few of your feathers. He doesnt really care how you act, if youre an angel youre good no? Thats....Thats realy it. He doesnt care much, hes just proud to be your boyfriend and all that

Malleus is smiling. He loves your wings. How soft and fluffy they are. He does cuddle up to them, fixing them for you and all that. He kinda laughs at first when you tell him.

But when you show him your large wings that take up so much space and the shiny, glowing halo on your head -- hes convinced. He knows it cant be possible, he doesnt exactly belive in that kind of thing.

His mind is now changed thanks to you. He worships you now.

Azul has never seen such wings up close before. He cant help but gently run his fingers across them. Feeling their softness and how fluffy they are. Its just. Wow. He doesn't know what to say.

He does, shakily ask if he can have one of your fallen feathers. He does make a necklace out of it and keeps him for himself. He doesnt know what is real or not, hes open minded. He has lived under the sea for all of his life so he doesnt know what is real and what is not.

So ya, he does believe you at first -- not 100%, but still.

[hxjikonn]

Hello!

Could I request headcanons of Kalim, Vil, Ace, Idia and Rook with a fem!reader who's skilled in all fields of science and technology? Just imagine her using her skills in technology to upgrade Rook's bow and help in creating poisons for Vil.

I hope this wasn't too specific.

A/N: The moment I read, “science and technology” the immediate character that popped in my head is Honey-Lemon from big hero 6 😩♥︎ I’m not really a sci-tech person myself so bare with me, I’ll try my best to write this one! (P.s nothing is ever too specific when it comes to details ily for that) heads up this is gonna be a long one

Gear Head

☆Staring☆: Kalim Al asim, Vil schoenheit, Ace trappola, Idia Shroud, and Rook Hunt

Synopsis: Their headcannons with Fem!reader who’s skilled in science and technology (THINK GOGO or HONEY LEMON from big hero 6)

Warnings: Copy pasted french sentences in Rook’s part💀 Feel free to correct me in the comments I do not know a lick of french😭

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Kalim Al asim

You’d think he wouldn’t be interested in what you do or how you do it, but believe me he is.

It all started when he sat behind to you in a potionology class, and you were doing something out of the ordinary.

He looked over your shoulder to see that you were making a tiny little contraption that would project holographic images

He was so amazed and at awe but he didn’t get your name and that was the only class he ever shared with you, so he went to Jamil for help

Kalim: Jamil~! d’you know that girl I sat behind in potionology class?, y’know the one who’s really good in science-y tech-y stuff?

Jamil: Oh her, yeah she’s the prefect, y/n I think…

When he got your name the boy couldn’t stop thinking about you, he was curious, he was trying to put together things in his mind to solve his questions but he just couldn’t find out how you did it

The next day, he made it his goal to be friends with you, so instead of sitting behind you, he sat beside you.

He turned to say hi expecting you were probably doing your own thing, but you were already looking at him….

He thought you were really pretty so he was a bit nervous now.

“Umm, hello” you greeted him, bowing your head slightly, “Oh! Hi! Hi I’m Kalim” He also bowed his head slightly “I’m—“ “Y/n! Yeah I already know” he cut you off smiling, “How’d you know?” you asked and smiled back back at him. Her smile’s pretty too-he thought but then quickly realized you were asking him a question “Uh y-your the pretty- I mean prefect! You’re the prefect…right?” He stuttered, thoughts merging with his words, you laughed at his mistake, he wanted to be eaten by the floor at that point “Yeah I am, nice to meet you” you said to him.

He told you about what he saw you do yesterday and that he was impressed. He started asking you loads of questions about it and you explained and answered all of them

He doesn’t really get half the stuff you were saying but he thought you were really smart…he grew very fond of you…

He always looks forward to seeing you in that class, and always sat next to you. Whenever he had time he’d go looking for you so he can listen to you talk about your hobbies some more

Don’t get me wrong, he tries his best to understand what you’re explaining but most of the time he really just wants to hear your voice and listen to you gush about science and technology and why you love it

He finds it endearing, he just keeps smiling and staring while you talk and he gets embarrassed when you caught him doing that

Would always watch you mixing chemicals or tinker and make stuff in awe. And he loves it when you praise him for remembering what certain things do or mean when he chimes in while watching you work

Would gush about you to Jamil all day long

“aaaa how can someone be so pretty AND SMART?”

Vil Schoenheit

I’m not gonna lie, this man would see you as competition tbh

You’d always answer Crewel correctly when he asks you a question in his class. It annoyed him

You’d always know which chemical to add next to complete a potion. He was irritated by it.

You could surpass him at any moment. That kept him on edge. He kept a keen eye on you.

He’d take note of every little thing you do to crack some sort of weakness

Little did he know that doing this would give HIM a weakness.

He noticed how you bounce your leg when you’re nervous, how you scrunch your nose when someone answers incorrectly, how you’d clap your hands quietly celebrating your small victors….it was annoying…it was infuriating…not you. But the feeling he felt in his chest.

He thought he inhaled too much toxic fumes in labs that he finally had gone insane, why did he feel this way? Is this a new form of hatred? He hates you…..right?

He thought the great 7 would have mercy on him, however that wasn’t the case when Crewel paired the two of you for a project. He kept belittling you to save his ego.

He toned down the insults when he noticed you weren’t doing the things you usually do in class though. But he was still very strict

He didn’t let you help out on the project, instead he made you a runner, making you do absolutely unnecessary things that doesn’t contribute to the project, he wants to do on his own.

However that all changed when he ran into a dilemma while making the project, he knew you could probably help him, but he doesn’t ask you, his ego got in the way. Instead he kept on trying, all turned out to be failed attempts.

You heard his frustrated groans and sighs, so you peeked over his shoulder and ask what’s wrong.

“Is something wrong?” You softly ask, “No, mind your business.” He snapped, you crossed your arms “That project is my business.” You protested. “We agreed on letting me take the lead, so you just focus on the task I gave you and let me do this project” he said sternly. “You asked me to iron your dorm uniform! What does that have to do with the project?” You were persistent. He sighed, it was time to admit defeat. He was upset by this, admitting defeat to a magicless human of all people.

He stood up from his seat, “Fine, do it then, I know you can solve this probably better and faster than I can since you’re such a clever little teacher’s pet” he walked away from the table arms crossed, turned away from you. “I can’t believe a magicless human is more capable than I am” he mumbled. Thinking only he heard it but then you chimed in “Yeah that’s me, magicless girl from nowhere, I didn’t mean to offend you in anyway, honest.” You confessed, he scoffed.

“it’s the only thing I can do here that makes me feel like I fit in, so I get excited when I make potions…I don’t wanna take over the project, I just wanna help…” you told him, he sighed and faced you again he wanted to apologize for being unnecessarily mean too but he bit his tongue “Well potato we aren’t going to solve anything with all this sappy talk, lets get back to work” he sat down with you, and you helped him find the missing chemical needed to finish the project. For the first time, he didn’t feel jealous of you. He was astonished by your intelligence.

He still hasn’t admit to himself that he likes you, however when Rook asked him if he hates you as much as he hated his other rival Niege leblanche. It dawned to him that you were different.

Ever since that day, he always sat next to you in class, he’d always wanna be paired up with you in projects, and he’d help you understand things you were having trouble with. He still doesn’t confess but his favoritism for you was evident to everyone.

“The only reason I’m doing this is because I see now more as a valuable ally rather than a rival. So that’s what you’re going to do, stand by me and never leave my side naïve little potato. That’s an order”

Ace Trappola

Would think you’re cool, he’s literally your fanboy, you cant convince me otherwise.

He thought he’d only see them in video games or in sci-fi movies, but when he saw you make futuristic contraptions and devices he was in awe

In beginning he’d only watch you because he thought the gadgets you made were awesome. But overtime my boy developed a little crush on you. No scratch that, he was crushing hard.

He started finding it very attractive when you’re focused on what you’re doing. He’d catch himself simping for you at random times

“Phew it’s hot in here huh?” You wipe the sweat beading on your forehead with your sleeve “You’re hot- I mean! You’re hot??? Yeah me too! Let me open the window” he rushes to open the window trying to cover up the embarrassment he just put himself through

He was about to walk back to your table when he saw you taking your lab coat off, he turned his attention to the floor “Damn you’re right, it’s fucking hot in here, I’ll go get you some water okay?” He rushed out even before you could answer he was staring holes on to the floor, he was having palpitations okay? Give him a break.

He would internally fanboy every time he watched you work on another project of yours, just takes pictures of you when you don’t notice it.

Like Kalim, he doesn’t even understand half the stuff you’re explaining to you, he just likes hearing you talk and seeing you smile when you do…

He tried to impress you by building something on his own…but then it caught fire and burnt him. It was still a win for him since you scolded him while tending to his wounds after.

Would always ask if he could take a device you worked on, you’d say yes if it doesn’t explode, cause fires, and is a harmless device. And he’d take it home and put it in his bed side table admiring your work.

Would ask you to play video games with him or take to see a sci-fi movie and point at something asking you if you could build that next.

“No Ace, I cannot build optimus prime.” “yes you can! I believe in you!” “It’s not that easy”

Would brag about you 24/7 to his roommate a.k.a Deuce.

“She’s so pretty, and so cool dude, did you know she build a freaking laser beam yesterday??? Man I have the coolest crush ever” “Ace I’m on the phone with her” “YOU’RE WHAT?!” “He said he was on the phone with ‘the coolest crush ever’ Ace”

Idia Shroud

He thought he was dreaming, he hoped he wasn’t though cuz he was already thanking what Deity made you.

We all know Idia choses NOT to physically meet people, he lets his tablet attend meetings, social events and classes for him.

His tablet was his savior from ever having to socialize in person ever again! But unfortunately some careless student accidentally hit it with a baseball making it crash and shut down. Destroying the device.

He didn’t wanna have to go out so he asked Ortho to look for the tablet instead. But Ortho didn’t find his tablet anywhere.

That’s because you found it. You found laying on the ground and it’s technology peeked you’re interest.

While Idia was sulking about his lost tablet, wondering if he had to go back to going outside, you were repairing his device…

When it turned on, Idia got a signal back, he was fuming with rage, he was gonna catch the person who stole his beloved tablet

He gasped and ran to his computer, “Ortho! My tablet! It’s restored it’s signal! I’m finally gonna catch the dirty little thief who took it!” He exclaimed waiting for the camera to turn on.

“Hello?” You tapped on the tablet, “Did I fix it yet or is something still wrong?” You asked yourself, completely unaware of the camera being back online. Idia’s jaw was left hanging when he saw you “Hang in there mr. Tablet I’m gonna fix you…” you said talking to yourself focusing on figuring out if there’s any further damage. “Oh that’s the prefect!” Ortho chimed in, breaking Idia’s tranced state. “Looks like she’s the one who found your tablet!” his little brother exclaims happily.

My dude had heart eyes for you, he’s looking at you like it’s impossible that you even breathe the same air as him.

He asked Ortho your name and when he found out there was just this echo in his head that kept repeating your name

He’s so impressed, by your skills, your knowledge is technology, your attention to details while you admire the tablet’s mechanisms and programming, he was praying you weren’t just a dream

When Ortho suggested he meets you in person, he was quick to oppose the idea and degrade himself telling Ortho that he should just go meet you instead since you were more familiar with him.

But after a little convincing and a pep talk from his younger brother, he actually went to see you in person, he was anxious and but he also wanted to meet you and befriend you

When he did he was expecting you to cringe or to think he’s a huge weirdo, but you didn’t and you actually complimented his skills in tech and programming as well, it made him crush on you harder

After that day he started going to classes he shared with you in person (only those classes though but still) people were shocked to see Ignihyde’s dorm leader outside

He’d also invite you in his room when you visit their dormitory which is very rare since he and Ortho are the only ones who can get in and out of his room

Is not afraid to act like himself and gush about stuff he likes with you. He’s comfortable around you.

Would ask your opinion on gadgets he’s working on cuz he knows you know this stuff as well as he does.

It is evident that he likes you more than just a friend and admire’s you more than just a technician/scientist. But he still thinks he’s way below you and that he doesn’t have a chance.

“There’s no way she’d go for a guy like me, I mean have you seen her? She’s way out of my league… she’s like a goddess right Ortho? Ortho? Oh you’re sleeping…”

Rook Hunt

It all started when you two got paired up in capture the flag, back in your world you didn’t really hate P.E, but here, you loathed it cuz it’s accompanied by magic like every other class

Rook was observant and he knew you’re incapable to yield magic so he, offered for you to stay behind and protect the Flag while he goes out and infiltrates other team’s bases for their flags

You agreed but you still didn’t want to be useless, so you asked if you could “upgrade’ the arrows he used and give him more equipment.

Rook was curious with what you could offer so he let you, and he watched you mend the arrows, labeling each set of 3 with different colors

He came up with a new nickname for you “Mademoiselle l’inventrice” (Madam inventor) because of your skillful knowledge in inventing

He watched you work until you were finished, he admired your dedication on making his equipment more useful to him but of course he had questions.

“Mademoiselle l’inventrice, you seem to have labeled my arrows different colors, why is that?” Rook looked at his newly improved arrows with curiosity, “Oh yeah, well the red one explode upon impact, the blue ones release sleeping gas also upon impact, the yellow ones paralyze people TEMPORARILY and the green ones have poison, don’t worry they cant kill, They’re more of an allergen than a toxin” you explain to him, and gave him more gadgets and equipment you’ve made for him while explaining

he was dazzled by how much benefit you’ve provided him with “Magnifique, Merci! Mademoiselle l’ inventrice, I shall do my best at the hunt!” He tipped his hat to you as a form of thanks and went off to “hunt” and you guarded the flag, also using your technology as an advantage to protect your base.

He was impressed with his new equipment, smoke bombs, his cloak you customized so he could camouflage better, and the arrows you modified.

Hunting was so much fun but with his new upgrades it’s a lot more enjoyable, he felt adrenaline coursing through his veins due to how easy it was to take other bases down

Needless to say you both won the game, and following that momentous event he was always near you, whether that be by your side, or watching you from afar, simply observing the beauty in your intelligence. Admiring your work, admiring you.

You was more curious about what other things you are capable of, and he seemed more attracted to you personally. He wanted to get to know you better.

He compliments before, but now you notice he compliments you A LOT more, not just you but you’re work too. You don’t mind his attention to detail though you find it somewhat endearing that he notices even the littlest of things

“Vous avez fait un merveilleux travail Mademoiselle l’ inventrice! You never fail to impress and surprise me!”

A/N: SORRY THIS TOOK SO LONG😭 I HAD TO DELLAY IT AT TIMES I WAS A BIT BUSY! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT! Like always, I did not proofread 💀 bare with my mistakes

A/N edit note: HUGE THANKS TO @/l1ttleclouds FOR THE CORRECTIONS IN FRENCH IN ROOKS PART! 🥹♥︎

[twistedblunderhand]

Rook has pictures of Vil and Epel in his wallet ((like how some dads do with their families)) but it’s like-

*vil from behind a bush* *epel’s back turned talking to other people* *vil at night in his room taken from outside his window* *epel screaming at rook trying to cover the camera*

And hell dote over them to other people if they mention the pictures

[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.

[applesaucethatsme]

i NEED more pathetic rook, its a craving that i have to search the more... interesting parts of the fandom for (if that even makes sense) anyways, i absolutely love him hes so silly but it would be nice to see him so utterly obsessed with his s/o

like maybe all of his crushes rejected him because they thought he was weird due to his weird ass habits 😭 not me though

heart eyes rook staring lovingly at his s/o without them knowing 💀💀 this man is submissive and ready to do anything for his s/o 🤗

[briarvalleyarchives]

ᴘᴏᴍᴇꜰɪᴏʀᴇ

╰┈➤ ❝ as one of the oldest of the seven, the beautiful queen has left behind a flame of ambition and drive that can never truly be snuffed out. many children of man restlessly aim for a place in the sun; believing that, if they only work their hardest, they will surely be rewarded. ❞

[f.], [m.] → female / male reader respectively | [pl.] → platonic | [g.] → general / no reader | [sug.] → suggestive | [hc] → headcanons | [os] → oneshot | [sh.] → short scenario | [s.] → part of a series | [a.] → angst

ᴠɪʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ

3 halloween tales [a. | hc]

a brush away [os]

accidentally ignoring him [hc]

almost forgetting your birthday [hc]

amaranthine [os]

being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.] [part 2] [side story]

brushing his hair [pl. | hc]

comforting him after his overblot + confession [hc]

dancing with him [hc]

distorted memories (dystopian au) [g. | a. | hc]

falling into his arms [hc]

finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]

finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]

fluff alphabet: o [hc]

huli jing!reader x lover!vil [os | a.]

i want to hold the hand inside you [hc]

joining him in the hot springs [hc]

love languages [hc]

playing the pocky game with him [hc]

relationship headcanons [hc]

rivals to lovers au [hc]

s/o coughs up blood [hc]

s/o suddenly being transported back to their world [sh.]

study date [hc]

taking care of vil during halloween week [hc]

tall!mc who loves bear hugs [hc]

things to do with him [pl. or romantic | hc]

trivia headcanons [g.]

wedding headcanons [hc]

with a drunk s/o [hc]

with an s/o who has social anxiety [hc]

ʀᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴜɴᴛ

11pm [os]

"could you say that again?” “eere you not listening?” “no I was, I just like hearing your voice." [os]

"get out of my head" [os]

being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.]

brushing his hair [pl. | hc]

calling him cute [hc]

finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]

flower field date [hc]

forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else's [hc]

hit you once, hit you twice [os]

kissing his s/o [hc]

leaving a kiss mark on him...and how long it takes him to realize [hc]

love languages [hc]

playing the pocky game with him [hc]

reacting to a sudden ambush [hc]

tackling overworked s/o [hc]

s/o coughs up blood [hc]

with an mc who can mimic voices [hc]

with an s/o who has ptsd [hc]

with an s/o who is a writer [hc]

ᴇᴘᴇʟ ꜰᴇʟᴍɪᴇʀ

a sight to behold [pl. or romantic | os]

adopting a pet with him [hc]

au where he plays twst [g. | hc]

cuddle time [hc]

easily flustered s/o [hc]

feral!mc ready to defend their man [hc]

finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]

if only you had stayed [a. | pl. or romantic | hc]

late night driving [hc]

racoons interrupt your date [hc]

under the mistletoe with him [hc]

when he accidentally kabe-dons you [hc]

when he falls in love [hc]

when mc turns into a baby [hc]

[runawayengineer]

𝐘𝗼𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝗺𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝗼𝐯𝐞𝐝, 𝗺𝐲 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐲. 💜

Pairings: Raiden shogun!reader x Floyd, Rook, Lillia, Leona

Warnings: Mentions of Dictatorship lmao, electrocution, near death experience. Fighting. Your practically over-powered. gn!reader i got lazy on leona's part.

Genre: fluff.

Requested by: Anonymous

Synopsis: you are the shadow of a Electro-god, and when you realize you've been taken somewhere you cannot serve your very purpose, the boys have to deal with a very Angry Puppet.

FLOYD who firsts sees you during dorm assignment, speaking with Crowley about how you demand a way home and refuse to stay here, because as the Raiden [name], it is your job to protect the people of ina― where?he doesn't pay attention to what your saying, more focused on the sparks of electricity that Buzz in the air around you, Showing just how angry you truly are, wait a second, did you say guardian? Your the guardian of an entire nation?? heh, Sounds like fun..

FLOYD that would definitely be dead if it weren't for azul smoothing things over everytime the moray eel messed with you. Usually most people would ignore the eel, or run from him, claiming he was the 13th reason, you however had a duty. and as the Raiden [name]. You refused to have even 1 reason to feel out of your comfort zone. You demanded he back away from you, and when he denies and laughs. "Look at shrimpy getting bold." that irritating nickname is enough of a red flag for you to burst into a Large surge of Glowing electricity.

Angrily Tugging your Katana seemingly out of your Chest, the light your emitting to bright for anyone around you to see what your doing. And by the time azul appears to save floyd for the teenth time, in a Dominant voice you acquaint the shocked leech twin, your humbling most favorite line. Those words being. "You will be inlaid upon these grounds, fish!" And before you can swing you weapon that is Glazed and blazed in a scorching purple Fury.

a certain octo―merman appears in front of Floyd. "now, now, I'm sure we can come to an agreement!" His spoke nervously fixing his glasses, making you relent. Oh, The things ashengrotto does to keep the twins safe.

ROOK who absolutely admires everything about you, no matter how cruel or how merciless you are. Oh? Your an expert at execution? Étonnant! Teach me! Oh? You took people's magical pens―..visions in hopes of eternity? Your so determined!

Oh? Your not a real human but actually a puppet used to dictate over inazuma's people while the real electro―god you serve lives in your conscious?? Your absolutely beautiful! "Haha! Tu es plein de merveilles!!" and for a while you didn't mind the compliments, he praised you and while most saw him creepy or disturbing. you genuinely didn't have an opinion on him, except he was constantly by your side, at your every beck and call, kind of like a certain tengu warrior, strange.

ROOK who laughs when you ask him about what sort of sorceress language he was speaking "ma belle étoile filante faite d'éclairs!! My language is not a sort of Sorcery! it is a natural language I've been birthed with!" You weren't sure if he'd been lying or not but you told him to tone it down so you could understand him more.

Of course while you were speaking, a savanaclaw student had bumped into you, and instead of apologizing, the nameless brute slurred mean words at you, causing you to Become extremely enraged at his mannerisms, you Proceed to explode with electricity, Removing your katana from your chest, your right ear hearing the savanaclaw student cry out in fear, while your left ear caught wind of Rook Singing your praises and cheering you on. "incroyable! absolument incroyable! tu me complètes!" Whatever that meant, you didn't pay mind to it. "Now, you shall perish!" You Called among the Quivering savanaclaw student.

"What is the meaning of this!" a Familar voice called, Taking your attention off the student enough for him to run away. You and rook's gaze turn to find the Housewarden, Vil standing there in shock. "we have no time for a fight! come with me both of you!" That student is lucky, but you will make sure to strike twice, next time.

LILIA who is absolutely shocked when he finds out your OLDER than him! At first he doesn't believe you, simply laughing at what you said, until ― haha, Ms/mr. Raiden, Why aren't you laughing? You weren't joking?? Oh...

He's absolutely intrigued at all the stories you tell him, about your homeland, your people, how your not a real person, but just a puppet merely created to Defend your creator's people. how you've slaughtered a few people for the sake of your creator's "Heavenly principals of eternity."

He's extremely amazed and stunned when he finds out that you Challenged your own creator to a battle that lasted 500 years, in which you didn't win but still managed to hold up against them, even just nearly winning, is beyond amazing!

LILIA who is absolutely smug beyond explanation when the clouds start to rumble and snarl, mixing with each other, the campus darkening as the black clouds block out any source of Light, Thunder echoing causing students to be afraid. a Cold Purple light awakening in the pit of those Swirling angry clouds. "If i cannot fulfill my creational purpose in the land of eternity, i will simply call my destiny upon this fairly inferior land." You called from on top of the college opening. right as you planned on Removing Your weapon from your chest, a certain bat ― fae called to you. when he saw you pulling your sword from your chest and decided to stop you before you hurt someone. it took a while to stop you, but he did, i think.

LEONA who was Simply napping like the lazy bastard cat he is, untill he was scared awake by the sound of a horrendous thunderstorm, the loud boom and electrical crackling causing him to scare away in seconds. and when he'd looked outside, he frowned at the skies, he may have flunked school once or twice but he's smart enough to know thunder and lightening isn't purple! This man is the definition of "well, if i die, then i die." While Pulling the covers up again. So you could imagine his surprise when ruggie bursts into his room exclaiming that the Prefect student is acting up, and is now attempting (and possibly succeeding) to execute heartslabyul's student (ace) for some reason. The fuck?? it was the prefect that did that??

LEONA that overblots and is immediately Knocked down not only a peg but an entire fucking staircase when you Nearly Musou no hitotachi him after he attempts to attack you, he'd be dead if it wasn't for how quickly he could dodge your attacks, untill you actually manage to hit him, thankfully it was one of your more weaker hits, but he immediately blacks out and hits the ground. When he awoke, and saw you and the others staring down at him with you wearing a faintly sympathetic expression, he had mixed emotions, he'd been beaten by the Prefect. a magicless, human. "We'd got along perfectly if it wasn't for your immature tantrum." you started off, weapon vanishing into thin air. "if all that of infantile anger is out of your system, I'd be willing to become allies." you said, while most people around you had a slightly hard time understanding what you meant, this beastmen knew that you were asking for a truce, or a friendship? he was far too tired to tell. his only respond to your words, was covering his eyes with his arm in a weak manner. "i need a nap." He croaked tiredly, who knows? Maybe that was a yes, you'd never know untill he woke up again.

©EngineerDragon

[codexty]

Rook Headcannons: Family, life, etc.

Just cause I find him so funny

Edit: This got long! I wont apologize

You can pry the Bird Beastman Headcannon out of my cold dead hands.

I saw the idea that his siblings were named after chess peices, and I do love that but hear me out: Robin, Raven, Rook, Rosella, Ruff, Wren (hes the odd one)

Middle child energy- Rook may be a bit more extreme than his siblings, especially the older ones, but I feel like the whole family is on the same wavelength

The random mansions around the world with goverment approved portals? They are 100% black market associated. Probably animal trade or sell useful byproducts as potion ingredients. Scavengers, like the birds they are

Not ruling out some highly illegal/Immoral trades. But yeah.

Rook and each of his family may seem unassuming on their own, but when all of them are together? People can't get out of their way fast enough.

Uncanny Valley the whole lot of em. Give everyone goosebumps.

The Addams Family 100%

Probably also why you wouldn't hardly see them all together

Each sibling probably has/had a nanny and probably aren't too close with one another

Definitely "let kids roam" parents, as long as a kid showed up sometime, probably didn't care what they were up to

Rook 100% walked out of the house at 10yo with his bow and said he was off to hunt down a bear and parent Hunts were like "ok have fun! we'll taxidermy it when you get back"

One of the younger ones definitely does taxidermy

Rooks older sister knows every natural poison and even which ones can potentially be poisons when mixed with common household items!

Rook has been stabbed/trapped/poisoned by his siblings before

Hunt Parents are very much like morticia and gomez but worse parents in that they are less involved

Probably Not a lot of physical affection in the house

Dunno why, Rook just seems a bit touch starved

Probably also didn't hear much praise as a kid.

As such; Love language to give is words of affection, to receive is physical touch

Rook prior to Pomefiore smelled like blood. Just slightly mettalic tinge clingling to him constantly

Beastman in Savannaclaw gave him a WIDE berth.

Currently, smells like nothing, he doesn't wear the perfumes or scented products vil reccomends, much to vils dismay

Love the idea that vil gave him strong scented perfumes as a way to "bell the cat". Vil is mad it didn't work and is slowly getting less subtle about it, trying more and more obvious ways. Including changing the laundry detergent in the dorm to a strong scented one.

Rook is aware and finds it funny

Vil may say he tolerates Rook, but I think they were both lonely kids in a big new school and rely on each other.

Vil and Rook will probably be longtime friends if not lifelong friends. Vil heavily values having someone beside him who is unafraid to give him true, valid, critique and Vil has shown how much he values Rooks input. Rook admires Vils tenacity more than anything and will probably never leave him willingly.

They definitely fight though. Rook is a bit too callous when Vil needs a little soft and Vil is a bit too cutting when Rook could use a gentle hand and they get hurt. Will always make up, even if neither of them are good at apologizing

Or maybe one day years from now someone takes it a bit too far (probably rook) and they go a few years without talking

I can't imagine Rook in a profession besides whatever it is his parents do. Black market deals and trade probably. If someone asks he'll just say he is in Business

Rook will be a Parton of the Arts his whole life. sponsoring artists, probably from backgrounds like Neige. Will definitely be a very sketchy backer. No one will know what he does, but hes always throwing money around and who ever he finds, they will probably be the next big thing.

[mrsrookhunt]

My Sweet Fox

Fox! Rook Hunt x Reader

He does NOT want to tell you he's a fox beastman. He's managed to cleverly hide it with potions and disguises for years, but he's gotten too comfortable with you. You're cuddling late into the night, and before you know it, his transformation potion has worn off, and he's fast asleep.

Not a fun explanation honestly, Rook never thought he'd have to tell you.

However, once you're both calmed down, you begin touching his fur.

He loves being touched anywhere on his tail, and is ok with head scritches. As long as nothing is obstructing his keen senses, you can do practically anything to him.

When you kiss you get whiskers brushing against your face.

Rook's tendency to cuddle to sleep comes out. Like true foxes, fox beastmen also enjoy group cuddles. He will entwine his tail around your torso, arms, or anything within reach, even if it is vaguely limiting to your function.

Do NOT grab him by the tail, even playfully. While it may not harm him, it is considered a serious form of disrespect between foxmen. His tail is only to be touched by his beloved, and handled with care. Do not touch with mischief in mind, you'll get a sad, snappy Rook who doesn't want to talk.

Expects kits/cubs: yes, he wants lots and lots of kits. He may bring home orphans. If you notice him talking an awful lot about making a 'den', call the nearby orphanages and ask to blacklist him.

His canines are SHARP. His dental structure is highly altered for a fox's diet. Another Do Not Touch, but for the practical reason of not wanting to be harmed more than anything else.

Enjoy fox play time. He has energy to burn. Hikes, archery competitions, random jogs chases through the woods, etc. You may even be roped into ballet sessions-- which will be lovingly spent defending yourself from getting smacked in the face with his tail the entire time. Most activities end in aggressive cuddle time.

His tail is thicker in the winter, and thinner in the summer months. Assuming that you can convince him to show you his foxman form more than the one initial time, you'll enjoy getting to see this evolutionary change at least once.

And one more tip? Don't agree to write a paper on Foxmen assuming you can get a primary source. Every question is answered with a wink, a 'perhaps', and a swish of his tail.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

Hello bonjour!

I've been thinking something recently...

As a fellow Canadian (hey!) with some, uh, less than magnifique French language skills, I was wondering how you think our dear francophone Rook Hunt would behave around someone with "cereal box French" (that is, able to understand it, but cannot speak it)?

Would he speak the same amount of the language around you? Even more French? Would he offer to teach the language?

I'm curious as to what you think! :)

Bonjour! I too only have "cereal box French" about the same literacy as a third-grader. even though I have 8 years of classes under my belt, but that's the education system for ya. And also, yes, a fellow Canadian; always a pleasant surprise! But here are my thoughts!

Some of the French is what I remember plus a bit of Word Reference, and much to the dismay of every French teacher that I ever had, Google Translate to fill in the gaps.

Rook Hunt with a Reader Who Has "Cereal Box" French

Okay, so he would notice that, unlike the others, you seemed like you were following along with what he was saying. "Tu parles français, trickster?" He would ask, resting his chin on his hand, waiting for an answer.

"Un petit peu," you answered. "Honestly though, I can only read it. Speaking it? Well, it isn't great. I call it 'cereal box' French."

He would smile, "Well, reading is a start. And, if you want trickster, I could teach you."

If You Accept His Offer

He would be an amazing teacher and would go at your preferred pace. Having difficulty with that one phrase? He's patient and will help you. "Très bien! Bien travail, trickster! For that one word, I would recommend rolling the 'r' a bit more."

He would ask you if you wanted to improve your accent while speaking it, so it isn't a "baguette accent" as some would put it.

It would start small, such as asking, "Comment ça va?" and seeing how long you would be able to keep the conversation going. He would be proud if you just gave him a, "Ça va bien" or proceeded to say a bit more.

Would pass you notes just in français. "Lisez ceci plus tard, mon chou.~" You can decide whether or not you want to bring up him calling you his cabbage.

His use of French would increase as your skill does. Even though it may be fun that you understand what he's saying, he would much rather speak with you. It would be a nice change of pace since no one that he knows, outside of his own family of course, speaks the language. No, Rollo does not count.

Learning through cooking would also occur. Since you did, after all, call it 'cereal box' French. "Passe l'oeuf s'il te plait, trickster. Merci beaucoup!~"

If You Deny His Offer

He would still speak the same amount of French, but he won't push to teach you if you didn't want to. Maybe just a tad more, but not by much.

He would probably be a tad bit disappointed, but wouldn't show it. At least you know some of what he's saying, and that in itself is enough for him.

Would surprise you with some family recipes that were left in his care by his arrière grand-mère, seeing if you can understand the words by yourself before helping out if you have any difficulties.

Overall, I see Rook as being pleasantly surprised but also happy, regardless or not if the reader takes him up on his offer to teach them. But very relaxed on the subject, not pushing them if they didn't want to learn. Taking it at your own pace with a gentle hand. Also, you two would probably watch French soap operas and films, just saying.

And I'm so sorry if you, much like I did, had to sit through French class watching Téléfrançais. Also, I do love the Québécois Rook headcanon, but I do know it's very niche.

I hope that you enjoyed the little headcanons. Rook, please hold French classes for those of us who want to learn.

[twstwinnie]

Your writing is just soo good! The way you write the characters (especially floyd and rook). Can i ask something similar to the floyd relationship headcanons but with rook? Also, can I be 🍯 🏹 anon?

♜ With You ~ Rook Hunt

summary: in a relationship with Rook Hunt! As per usual, we have our crushing, followed by a confession, then relationship stuff and reactions!

tags: hurt/comfort, fluff, mutual pining, gn! reader

a/n: hi! thank you so much for your request! and ah, tysm for the compliment that’s so sweet! and absolutely! anons are free to label themselves and I’ll give you a special little tag for your requests! It’s lovely to meet you, 🍯🏹 anon! I hope you enjoy this specially curated Rook content! — winnie ♥︎

♜ starry - eyed !

» Rook, surprisingly, is the type to not truly realize how he feels about you until some time has passed. At first, he feels as if he just appreciates your beauty— as he does with Vil. That he wants to be in your presence to appreciate said beauty more often. He’s content with that excuse for a while because it makes sense. Who wouldn’t want to be around you? You were amazing— surely, this was a natural thing to feel.

» As time passes, the excuse becomes less viable. While typically, he’d be content just watching you from afar, hanging out only occasionally— he starts longing to be by your side more. He wants to hear your voice— hear you talk about your passions. He wants to divulge his own interests with you. He wants to share, with you, his private hobbies— just because he knows you won’t judge. He knows you’ll show interest because you’ve never said anything cruel or off-standing like so many others had.

» This isn’t how he feels towards Vil, he realizes. This isn’t even similar to how he feels towards people that interest him— like the Leech twins or Leona— no… what he feels for you is something he never thought he’d be able to experience. Something he once thought that someone like him was never deserving of, or was too strange to even dream of. Longing, adoration. He had a crush and you were the subject of his affections. He’s a little hesitant at first— would this end like some sort of Shakespearean tragedy? Would he really get the romantic ending he was hoping for?

» Rook was fully aware of how others felt about him. “Creepy,” “Stalkerish,” and “Weird” were all words he heard to describe him, whether directly or when they figured he couldn’t hear. In the face of such unsavory rumors, would you truly ever view someone like him as a romantic prospect? Was liking you worth potential heartbreak? Would it not be safer to just admire your beauty from afar like an untouchable jewel? Away at a safe distance?

» But he can’t. Because when that thought sneaks up on him, you smile at him warmly. You insist that the rumors mean nothing to you. It brings him back to the many times you’ve watched him draw a bow with absolute awe, asking him to teach you the moment his arrow hit his target. He remembers the time he revealed his photo album to you, and instead of judgement, you smiled and complimented his photography skills, asking him to teach you. He quickly realizes that you’ve had plenty of opportunities to reprimand him for his hobbies but you never did. Instead, you wanted to take part— to understand him. It was a sentiment that truly touched his heart.

» Everyone else he’d met had been so quick to judge him. They saw his title as a hunter as an excuse to be strange— saw his demeanor as startling and irritating. They automatically assumed that his appreciation for beauty was shallow at best and just another flimsy cover. But you… you never thought that. You ignored the biased, cautionary comments and in him you found a truly good person. You saw Rook’s true colors and showed him warmth and openness in return. You never showed him unfair judgment based on surface level assumptions. You’d taken the time to get to know him— to appreciate him.

» It shouldn’t have been surprising to Rook that he developed an undying adoration for you. After all, he’d opened up to you in a way that he had for no one else before. You learned things about him that he’d never told anyone else before and you always responded so enthusiastically. Of course he’d come to enjoy your company more than anyone else’s. He could just be himself around you. He didn’t have to always be the unbothered, flamboyant hunter with you. He could admit that hearing such ugly things about himself got to him. He could admit such things knowing that you’d show genuine understanding. You’d always reassure his worries and it warmed his heart.

» But Rook was observant… he knew that with how kind you were, it was impossible that he was the only one who was fond of you. Could he truly size up to any possible competitor? Sure, Rook appreciated beauty but sometimes he… struggled to find that beauty within himself. Would he be enough to charm and enchant you? Could he sweep you off your feet and cherish you in the way a gem like you deserved? He wasn’t quite certain.

» With how observant he was, he couldn’t get a read on how you felt about him. He’d overheard conversations where you’d mentioned him and it’d been nothing but praise and approval— but nothing that signified a romantic interest. The uncertainty of it all only made him more weary. It had even seeped into his day to day routine! He wanted to handle it swiftly lest he develop bags beneath his eyes.

» But he couldn’t find a solution. He was in his club, idly staring into the concoction in his cauldron, entirely spaced off, deep in thought about you as per usual. He softly sighed and soon enough, Trey walked up beside him and cleared his throat.

» “That’s the third sigh in ten minutes. Mind if I ask what’s wrong?” He pushed his glasses back up his face. Rook snapped out of his thoughts and gave a bright smile before his expression fell just a hair.

» “Ah, merci, Chevalier des Roses. I’m sorry that my stupor has distracted you, but I could appreciate some sound advice. For a while, I’ve found myself entirely smitten with someone, but I fear I’m not enough to become the one they can rely on. I want to be with them, but I find myself hesitating as I am unable to get a read on them despite my status as a hunter.” Rook explained with an exasperated sigh before looking back to the other. Trey gave a sympathetic smile before humming a bit.

» “Well, if I’m being honest, I don’t think you can make that decision for them. And if I’m correct on my observations, I know exactly who you’re talking about. They’re the only one who can truly decide whether you’re enough for them or not. So, you shouldn’t let it stop you. Tell them. You might find yourself surprised, you know.” Trey explained with a small, knowing smile. Rook’s curiosity was piqued, but he didn’t pry, instead taking the advice to heart.

» Beauty was in the eye of the beholder, no? You’d always called him beautiful, so who was Rook, as le chasseur d’amour, to deny you the ability to make your own judgment? He owed it to you, yes? You never made unfair judgements of him, so who was he to assume what you would want in a partner? He had to tell you, to let his feelings be known to allow you to make your own decision.

» Besides, perhaps Trey was right. Maybe he’d be surprised. Maybe there was something he couldn’t see that others did? Either way, he snapped out of his thoughts with a renewed determination.

» He’d tell you how he felt with beautiful words of his own. And perhaps if he was lucky, you’d be able to see him in a romantic light. Maybe you’d see the beauty in him that he saw in so many others. Maybe— just maybe— you’d decide he was the one you could rely on as a partner.

» Only time could tell, and it was ticking away! He had a plan to make.

♜ say the words !

» Rook wants to be honest about the emotions he feels for you. He wants to be able to have that conversation because there’s a certain beauty to the pure love and adoration he feels towards you. Scripting his confession would be abhorrent! Though, setting the stage on the other hand, that’s incredibly important— an absolute must! If the stage isn’t set to be an absolutely beautiful setting for his confession, that’d be unheard of! You deserved the absolute best and he planned to give it to you.

» As much as he wanted to do something showy and flashy in public, he was observant enough to realize that you’d likely want it to be a private affair. Besides, he doesn’t want to pressure you by putting you in the public eye for something so intimate and vulnerable. Rook didn’t think he wanted to show that side of himself to others, either. Eventually, he sought out Trey for assistance once more. He seemed to be knowledgeable and insightful enough, and right he was.

» Trey recommended a dinner in the botanical gardens. Magnifique! Simple, yet touching! How had he not thought of it himself? Plus, the gardens were gorgeous at night time— and they were secluded enough where he’d be able to enjoy the privacy with you. It also helped that in such an enclosed space, as a hunter, he’d be privy to any potential watchers. He’d make sure it stayed between you and him alone. He didn’t want an audience.

» With a plan set, he began to prepare. Admittedly. It was quite obvious to Vil what was going on. Rook had a bit more pep in his step and was genuinely smiling a lot more than usual. Instead of smiling out of obligation or smiling “just because,” there seemed to actually be a reason. It was only natural after spending so much time together that Vil would take notice and comment on it.

» “I must say, Rook. You’ve been glowing recently and I know it isn’t due to any magic of mine. What has you expressing yourself so radiantly as of late?” Vil questioned and Rook couldn’t help but smile in response, his thoughts immediately flying him you.

» “Ah, Roi du Poison. I’ve just finally decided to take action regarding something. This radiance… it’s a product of romance. I’m finally sharing that with someone I hold dear to me, and I’m simply looking forward to it.” Rook explained, a soft expression flashing across his face at the thought. Vil hummed in thought.

» “Love, hm? It suits you well. I wish you the best of luck in your pursuit. There’s a unique beauty to it all that I’m sure you’ll find yourself pleased with.” Vil expressed with a rare, kind smile. Rook felt his heart skip a beat. To think that even someone as critical as Vil gave his approval? He must’ve been taking the right path— doing the right thing.

» Rook had more confidence going into the confession after his brief encounter with Vil, plus added encouragement from Trey (who seemed to know a lot more than he let on… always the quietly observant that Rook had to watch out for). When it came time to invite you out to dinner, he kept most of it a secret from you. It was a nice surprise, given that he seldom kept secrets from you these days, but he truly wanted the experience to be breathtaking. He wanted to blow you away.

» So he just vaguely invited you out, insisting that he’d pick you up and take you to your destination himself. You’d gotten ready and as promised, Rook escorted you to the botanical gardens, having you keep your eyes closer to increase the suspense. When you arrived and open your eyes, you were absolutely taken with the sight before you.

» He had prepared a small table with your favorite foods and desserts, as well as a bouquet of your favorite flowers. The gardens were decorated with soft fairy lights, candles and embellishments that painted such a gorgeous picture. In your awestruck state, he led you to your seat, pulling out your seat for you in traditional Pomefiore mannerisms. Once you were settled, you both ate, having joyous conversation over the meal.

» Rook’s nervousness built up, though. He couldn’t help but think back to the countless comments from his peers. He was a stalker, a creep— could he truly make you happy? He needed only to glance at your expression to quell his fear, though. The genuine smile you wore spoke volumes. He could make you this happy. You adored him for who he was— so he should trust that you’ll make the decision that’ll make you happy. And that’s all he wants.

» He takes your hand in his, kissing your hand gently before looking at you.

» “Mon ange, I must admit… I had some underlying motives in inviting you out and creating such a beautiful display. For a while now, I’ve found myself smitten with you. I’ve always been taken by your beauty… but your kindness, honesty. Your understanding… it’s made me feel a deep adoration for you. You see beauty in me that others do not. I wanted to finally expose these pure feelings of mine to ask— will you be mine?” Rook questioned, allowing the question to hang heavy in the air. Your eyes widened at such a genuine confession and Rook could hear the way your heartbeat picked up in pace.

» Patiently, he waited for you to find the proper words, a little nervous for the response, but eventually you laughed and smiled brightly, hugging him tightly before pulling back to cup his face in your hands. You looked at him with a fond, adoring expression that left him speechless. But then your words…

» “Oh of course I’ll be yours. You’ve absolutely enchanted me, Rook. You’ve positively stolen my heart— I’m so happy you asked.” You chimed and he laughed joyously, leaning his head against yours as he enjoyed the closeness.

» The feelings blooming between you both created a comfortable, warm atmosphere that Rook had never experienced. Hearing such fond things that he once only dreamed to hear from you— it was surreal. And Rook thought that Vil was right.

» The beauty of requited, pure love was unique indeed. Something that he had never experienced before— but was elated to share with someone as angelic as you.

♜ at last , with you !

» Once he is finally with you, Rook finds it far easier to deflect the comments of his peers. After all, he knows you don’t care for such nasty rumors and your opinion is the one he values most. You always reassure him that the comments are absolute nonsense. You love him, adore his hobbies and interests, and would never view him in such a negative light. He trusts you over them since you know of his true nature— and despite knowing his true self, you still chose him over so many others. It gave him comfort— confidence. But you always seem to have that profound effect on him. And he adores it.

» You’re both quite good at keeping your relationship private for a while. Rook is able to brush off his touchiness and kisses to your cheek as his normal, forward demeanor. No one bats an eye, however, when people start asking why you hang around him so much, you take personal offense and expose the truth. How dare they assume that it isn’t entirely mutual? You adore Rook just as much and you tell them such.

» Of course, rumors fly. People insist that the hunter must have something on you— that there must be some underlying scheme at play. Rook doesn’t even have to defend himself because you’re quick to retaliate— to insist that it isn’t strange in the slightest. Rook is beautiful, kind, reliable and incredibly thoughtful. He sees beauty in everyone when they don’t even try to do the same for him. It’s only natural that’d you’d fall for his charming nature.

» Luckily, you have plenty of supporters. Vil was the first to learn before anyone else. After all, Rook knew he couldn’t keep it from his dorm leader, so he just told him. And Vil responded with a kind smile, insisting that you two were a beautiful pair. Honestly, Vil was just happy that his vice had found someone so kind and caring. Vil was never able to get Rook to open up as a friend, at least, not about his more unsavory feelings. So he was happy to see that the hunter had found you. You were compassionate, and you never judged Rook by his cover like many others did. Vil appreciated it and knew he wouldn’t have to worry. You both complimented one another perfectly, and grew radiant in each other’s presence. Truthfully, Vil saw it as ridiculous that many strangers found your coupling to be unlikely. Did they not see the way you both looked at each other? It was pure, mutual fondness and adoration. They were a bunch of rank amateurs if they couldn’t see that.

» Following Vil, Trey soon found out as well. He wasn’t shocked in the slightest and Rook soon learned that it was because you had confided in Trey about your own feelings towards Rook. Things suddenly clicked for him— no wonder Trey had been so encouraging. He had the entire truth the whole time. Trey laughed, apologized from keeping it from both you and Rook, but he never needed to say sorry, Rook thought. It worked out and the result was everything he wanted and more. Trey knew it would work out and he’s not incredibly romantic, but he does think that if true love exists like in the fairy tales, then you two are the picture book definition of it. Plucked straight from a children’s book… the love between you both was clear as day. He knew you both would be able to face whatever obstacle came your way. He was happy it had worked out.

» Rook is grateful that his friends are so supportive— and that yours are as well. Though, how could they not be? Rook greeted you every day with compliments, a kiss on the hand and a look that expressed his pure devotion. He often got you flowers, wrote you poems, made you small treats— he’s gotten you various gifts, as well. Some pertain to your own hobbies, but he even got you your own bow and arrow so he could make a date out of teaching you archery. He kept you smiling— kept you happy. It’d be a crime for any of your friends to disapprove.

» Rook loves spending time with you, so dates are frequent— specified days of the week are date nights, and making it a regular part of your schedule is a must. Some days, Rook takes part in your hobbies, other days, you take part in his. He begins to teach you archery, gives you pointers on hunting— but both of your favorites is when he takes you out to enjoy theatre performances with him.

» His eyes light up as he rambles before the show. During the show, he’s absolutely taken by the sight and you find yourself splitting your attention between enjoying the performance and watching your awestruck hunter with a smile. Then, after the performance, he gives you his feedback, asks for yours, and engaging conversation ensues. Performance nights always end with you spending the night with Rook because you both just… never want the conversation to end. In all honesty, you never do on any date night, but that feeling is especially prominent when you get to see that excited, rambling side of Rook that he rarely shows others.

» So you spend the night by his side. He talks to you about various shows that you could watch next time— all whilst you lean against him, happy to just listen to him talk about his passion. Rook is always incredibly appreciative that you let him rant and ramble— it’s rare that he gets the opportunity, even more so that someone shows genuine interest like you do. It only makes him adore you more, if that’s even possible.

» Of course, with all of the fun comes the less desirable topics. Namely, Rook discloses how big a fan of Neige LeBlanche he is. At first, you don’t think it’s a big deal, but are quick to realize that his status with Vil essentially makes it a betrayal of sorts. He expresses that it’s conflicting to be a genuine fan of them both— that it’s hard. You reassure him as you always do. You tell him that he’s an appreciator of beauty— he cannot be asked to pretend not to find something beautiful for someone else’s sake. But you understand that he doesn’t want to anger Vil and offer him a space to talk about any of his interests with you. Any of them includes things like being in Eternal Snow. That sort of thing doesn’t phase you anyhow. It never has.

» Rook smiles and thanks you, happy to have someone else to share his interests with. It only proves why he chose you in the first place— you were always so understanding of him. In the face of his fears and insecurity, you never once bat an eye. You never hesitated to assure him— to insist that he was loved. He’s never once felt shame, abhorrence, or upset about who he was when with you. He’s able to push other people’s judgments aside because you love him. You see his kindness, his vulnerability— and love him truly for it.

» In you, Rook finds someone he’s finally comfortable sharing his life with. He finds someone who’ll support him unconditionally despite what others may view as “strange.” He doesn’t have to worry about you prying if he doesn’t want you to because you’d never cross any boundaries with him. You’re just… incredibly respectful and loving towards him in a way that he’d never experienced before. It’s warm, happy, and he must say, it makes him shine brighter than ever before.

» As an appreciator of beauty, he’s able to find it in even the most imperfect of situations. You helped him find beauty in himself. Perhaps it’s a little biased to say, but Rook thinks that the beauty you hold is his absolute favorite.

» Pure, undying love and affection. Coming from one of the kindest, most genuine people he knows. Really, does it get any more beautiful than that?

— fin.

[loverofazul]

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.5

-Ｐｏｍｅｆｉｏｒｅ Ｄｏｒｍ-

Vil hummed, running his fingers through your hair, detangling it. His eyes were closed as he held you close. He couldn't help but kiss your forehead as you began to slowly drift to sleep.

"I love you so much, My Sweet Potato" He mumbled against their forehead.

Head burying into the male's chest, mumbling back. "Love you....too....My Flower......"

Epel held back a yawn as he snuggled into your side after a long day. His hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled. He struggled to stay awake as his mind told him to rest. His energy gone from memorizing everything for the test the next day.

"Love...you...Apple..." He mumbled, gripping onto your shirt as he fell in and out of consciousness.

A kiss on his head was the last thing he felt before he fell asleep. "Love you too, My Man"

Rook buried his nose into your hair as he took in your scent. It was an all too familiar scent. One he was in love with so much. His kisses went from your forehead to your nose then your lips. A soft delicate kiss to your smiling lips.

"Love you so much, Mon Lapin" He mumbled against your lips, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

"And I love you, My Hunter" You mumbled back against his lips.

Mon Lapin -> My Bunny in French (I used google translate, so please do tell me if it's wrong!)

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