#rook hunt x you

[schoenht]

EVENT ERA?!!!

Could I please have “they’re busy” with Vil Schoenheit 😘😘👑😘👑😘👑😘👑 and Rook Hunt

- 🦋 Anon

↝ "they're busy"

character: rook hunt

note: EVENT ERA WHATS GOODDDDDD i just did vil's in the previous post <3 so im only doing rook!!! I hope you enjoy!! I actually had fun with him omg im pleasantly surprised

EVENT IS CLOSED!

[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. 

[flavorita]

Big tiddy but with Malleus, Lilia, and Rook? 🥰 (your work is fantastic, take your time)

MALLEUS MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS OMG THANK YOU

This is going to be so biased 😭

Big Breasted Fem!S/O Headcanons NSFW 🔞

Lilia, Azul, and Riddle

Jamil & Ace

Includes: Malleus & Rook (separately)

GENTLEMAN NUMBER #1

Does not care about the size of ur badonkers until the day he lays his head on them

"Ah, so this is what heaven feels like"

Completely zones out if you're petting his hair at the same time

You'll have to shake him out of it to bring him back to reality

Will constantly bother you after that to let him drift off in your embrace

"Y/N, can we partake in the activity that we conducted yesterday? No?... But why?.... You have homework? I see..."

Cue one sad dragon staring at a clock until you let him sleep on your breasts again 🥺

GENTLEMAN NUMBER #2

Loud af tho

Will not shut up about your breasts or any part of you and your body for that matter

At least every word out of his mouth is artful and poetic unlike a certain green haired loser

"The roses wither at such a sight. The rocks envy your back's might."

Half the time, you have no idea what lyric he's gonna spit out nor what it could possibly mean

Please tell him to tone it down for everyone else's sake

[robo-milky]

Happy Valentines Day 🏹💞 (Left to right)

[kalims]

‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"

you like me, don't you?

heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :

"why? are you displeased about such a thing?" vil voices. there's nothing really that would discern any sort of negative intent towards you in his face other than pure beauty and of course. his classic raise of the brow, even such a simple action looks magnificent on him.

if there's anything you know about vil it's that he's very dedicated, loyal. he's a lot of things; beautiful, strong, smart, any synonym of the word 'perfect' might suit him as better. but he certainly isn't a liar, and his words clearly imply no objection to your cheeky statement.

you bite back a smile of your own. "of course not. what about you?" at the expense of awkwardness you unconsciously look away. shyly if you'd admit, but you won't because well.. it is embarrassing for you to admit that you are embarrassed.

this is going a lot better than you expected.

he hums. "not at all. I'm delighted to hear that you seem to be happy about my response yourself." oh wow even the way he speaks is captivating. how did you get such a guy to reciprocate your feelings?

"so... dinner?"

he nods. "dinner. I'll have rook— no. I'll pick you up myself."

to think a queen would willingly go to someone else instead of the other way around.

—

"oh my my! was I being too obvious mon trésor?"

for a hunter it seems like rook isn't even aware of his practically silent, but also vibrating presence. perhaps it is his eccentric nature that made you stick to him, or the way he's pleasantly smooth with his words.

he usually isn't flirting but people would get the wrong idea from his honest compliments. it immensely suprised you the first time he literally popped up from nowhere and starting babbling about how positively charming your new hair cut was.

meanwhile you were fixing your hair out of habit, awed at his perspective nature. you only trimmed it a few inches, how come he noticed?

even at the most random times you'd recall the times his clear messages, even he didn't pop out from a bush to give vil flowers. orrrr... maybe he did but you don't think vil would appreciate rook ruining the wildlife so maybe that's why he doesn't do it..?

but still. it's a given fact that he makes you feel special.

you release a breathy sigh. "oh rook.. you have no idea." how does he not know how obvious he was being?

—

"is this a joke or somethin'? ya better now be messin' with me." epel immediately burts into a mix of flustered, determined shouts. there's a glimmering hope in his eyes that you wouldn't dare to diminish.

you slap him on the head and whisper frivolously. "epel! mind the way you're speaking.. vil is like—" you scan the surroundings, quickly finding your target to your horror. "—on the other side of the courtyard!"

he gives you an aggressive look. "who cares?! do you really?!" he shakes you with anticipation. everything blurs, now a headache is forming.. how did you even come to love this idiot?

a hand places itself on epel's shoulders and it's only then he flinched and freezes. "non non. epel! you must not do this to your fellows. it is improper." rook swats his hand away and pulls you a considerable distance away—far enough for epel to not completely shake the living soul out of you.

as if he wasn't scolding epel a second ago, rook's face transitions into a bright beam. "I couldn't help myself, I overheard your claims of love.. oh mon dieu!"

he.. presses the back of his palm to his forehead...

"is this like a theatrics thing?"

[pandoa]

"say you love me but make it sweeter"

you tell rook you love him. in a language he doesn't quite understand.

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

warnings: slight cursing; reader speaks tagalog. as i’ve said before, my tagalog is a tad rusty, so if there are any fluent tagalog speakers out there who can check my grammar, i’d appreciate it very much!! i’m too embarrassed to ask my irl filipino friends lol

just something short i wrote that’s purely self indulgent; happy birthday to meEeeEEEeEe~

“Mahal na mahal kita, Rook. Ikaw ang aking puso at aking buhay. Ang ilaw sa pinaka madilim ng gabi ko. Hindi ko kayang mabuhay nang wala ka, aking sinta.”

“(Y/n),” Rook’s voice rang throughout the golden-accented room of the Pomefiore huntsman. “What did you just say?”

You gave your eccentric boyfriend a knowing smile that reached the corners of your eyes in mischief, “Not telling~”

“Ah! You wound me, mon ange!” The shining blonde cried as he clasped his heart, feigning agony at your pixieish stunts. “How can one live in mystery after their beloved has spoken such lyrical words?” Rook, playing along with your indifference, sighed as his mind ran miles—pondering the meaning behind your native language. There was something so warm about each poetically bewitching thing you said. He could feel the sincerity and passion within your unknown words and was determined to pull the hidden meaning out of your wonderous mumbling. The man was curious, could you blame him?

“Well, continue to suffer because I’m still not telling you what I just said,” you laughed, beaming at the hunter.

The young man glanced at you anticipatingly, “Tell me what it means.”

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

“What if I knelt down on one knee right this instant, reached out for your hand, and declared my love just for you?”

You paused for a moment, contemplating his tempting offer, “...Never.”

“Trickster, I beg of you!”

“Oh, Rook—I already said no,” you said, giving him a sympathetic grim—almost pitying Rook’s desperation. “It’s more fun this way; like a small little secret only I know out of everyone in Twisted Wonderland~”

Rook, giving you a subtle pout, then promptly placed a gentle grasp onto your unknowing shoulders as you both sat atop the cotton covers of the vice housewarden’s mattress. “Mon tresor, if you refuse to tell me what it means, then please at least say it again. I wish to engrave your lovesome, enchanting voice into my mind.”

You looked his way again, baffled at his surprising request. “But… You knew nothing of what I had just said? Why would you want to hear it again?”

“Because your voice alone is so beautifully ethereal,” he replied with a certain tenderness gracing his tone, “however when partnered with the harmonious words of your home’s language, I cannot help but adore each syllable that comes from your angelic self.”

“I could have easily just insulted you and called you a bitch, you know,” you jokingly commented.

“Even that is beautiful in itself, mon amour.”

“...”

“You're hopeless, Rook.”

“Aha!” The man you called your lover laughed at your amusing reactions. “But you love me just the same, do you not~?”

You stared at the blonde—deadpanned—before sitting up and making your way out of the Pomefiore dorm room, away from the said third-year. “No comment.”

“Ah—Trickster! Wait!"

✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ: ✧.* .ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐ ✧.* ✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ:

“I love you very much, Rook. You are my heart and my life. The light of my darkest night. I cannot live without you, my dear.”

✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ: ✧.* .ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐ ✧.* ✧ ･ﾟ : ˚ · . ✧ ･ﾟ:

a/n: IKAWWWW LAMANGGGG ANG TANGI KOOONG MINAMAHAL~ ANG LAGI KONGGGG DINARASAL~~~ also yes that last quote is a translation of what reader said- i'm cringing lmao

[writingfool001]

Tomboy Dressed Up (Part 2)

Author’s Note: Vil's part has been finished, had to remember and add somethings to it since my stupid doc didn't want me to have all of the fic.

Request: Yes by anon

 Remember that fic about a tomboyish fem s/o dolling up? May I request that but with Cater, Rook, and Vil?

Pairing: Cater, Rook, & Vil x Female S/O

Warning: Implied female, Pronouns You/Your, cliche stairway entrance,

Cater 

He was fixing his tie and smoothed out his jacket, looking at his appearance in the mirror. He fixed any small creases that he knew his sisters would badger him about. He kept an eye on the time before walking out of your shared bedroom and sat down on the couch. Hearing the chime of this phone, he answered it to see it was a text from his mom double checking that he knew where the wedding was happening.  

One of his sisters was getting married and of course, he was invited and asked if you wanted to be his plus one, which you agreed to. You’ve met his family a handful of times considering you both were busy with your life together. One day, you both were having an at home date before he got a call from his sister.  After greeting his sister and asking if you were available. Cater glanced at you, fully absorbed in watching the movie, and said you were busy, yet he spoke loud enough for you to hear whatever his sister was going to ask you. His sister asked if you would come or maybe be a bridesmaid, and he repeated the question, directly asking if you were interested in being his sister’s bridesmaid. Cater knew you weren’t a big fan of dresses and didn’t want you to have to suffer under his sister’s wraith, but it was your decision. Looking at you, waiting for an answer, and saw you shake your head before telling her that he would run it by you, even though he was going to text her later that you weren’t interested, but would attend the wedding with him. 

Later, you both got your invitations and saw what the color scheme was as well as the dress code was. Nothing that would outshine the groom or bride. Cater decided that he was going to wear a simple yet stylish suit and when he asked about what you were wearing, you showed him what you were going to wear. 

Hearing the bedroom door open, he looked up to see you step out and did a double take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. You were in a beautiful dress and he stared at you with an astonished expression. When you asked if this was alright, he didn’t answer you and only kept staring. This was different from what you would usually wear, and he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he felt your hand under his chin and looked up to see you smiling. He smiled and stood up before asking for a twirl then cheered you on. He wrapped his arms around you and showered you in kisses, causing you to laugh. You had to pry his arms off of you so you both could make the ceremony before you both got in trouble. Throughout the entire time, he would whisper cheesy compliments to you, something he would do throughout the day. 

“I might have asthma because every time I look at you,” He smiled brightly, as you both danced at the reception, and kissed your cheek lovingly.  

“What am I going to do with you?” You let out a small dramatic sigh and kept dancing with him. 

“Love me forever?”   

Rook 

He happily chatted with other guests and told them a story causing them to laugh as Rook took the opportunity to look around the hall, taking in the scenery. It was filled to the brim of dressed guests socializing and dancing.  

It was a party at the museum that Rook was working for, he asked if you would come, which you agreed to. Revealing that it was a formal event, he reassured you that you didn’t have to wear pants before you told him that you would take care of it. Even when you both went shopping, he would suggest combinations of shirts and pants as well as footwear as he looked for both of you.  

When the day of the party came, Rook called to tell you at work that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up before the party and was apologizing as he was on his lunch break, heading home to pick up his suit. You reassured him that you could catch a ride with one of his coworkers, a close friend of you both, and meet him there. 

When he went back to your shared place, he decided to be nosy and look at the outfit you had set aside. He smiled at the simple suit that complimented his before leaving behind a piece of your preferred jewelry with a sweet note then left to head back to the museum. 

Sipping the champagne provided, he looked around again before noticing your familiar face and the smile on his face turned to an awestruck as you walked down the stairs, looking around for him. He took in the beautiful sight of your dress and your appearance, he felt he was falling in love with you all over again, and had a small blush spread across his face when you winked at him after spotting him in the crowd. He set the champagne glass down on a passing waiter’s tray before slipping through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 

Once you both met in the middle, he kissed your hand before giving you a gentle kiss, not messing up the small bit of makeup you had on and showered you with compliments. He asked where the dress came from and listened as you told him that you went out by yourself to buy it and kept it at a friend’s house, to not ruin your little surprise. He rewards you with his hearty laugh and another kiss before complimenting you for getting past the hunter. He offered his arm to you before escorting you through the crowd and headed towards a group of friends. 

“No set of jewels could compare to you, my love.” 

Vil 

Vil watched as the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces interacted with each other before moving his gaze to his father, laughing, while surrounded by some old friends of his. Vil sipped his drink as he checked his phone to see if you texted him yet.  

His father tended to have two different birthdays each year, one with all his old friends and one that he spends with Vil. This year, he decided to have a bigger party with his friends and asked for both Vil and you to be there if you both were available. You’ve met him a couple times while dating Vil, a very loving man and someone Vil looked up to. You would occasionally spend time with him while Vil had to take a call or answer some work stuff while you two were visiting him.  

When Vil heard about the semi formal dress code, he wanted to help figure out what you were going to wear to elevate your gorgeous appearance. You both would have scope through both your closets to come up with an outfit or an idea. You both came up with a compromise on both parties, Vil didn’t want to force you into wearing something that you would feel uncomfortable in. You both went shopping, mainly to figure out what to get his dad, and you both would go separate ways to do your own thing. He browsed around for some potential gifts for his father before you met up with him to eventually come to a final decision.   

The week of the party, you both went a couple days early to spend time with him as well as to help if you could. You both stayed at his house because he didn’t want either of you to waste money on a hotel when you could just stay at his house. On the day of the party, he was woken up to hear his phone ringing and begrudgingly answered it to hear his agent apologizing for bothering him on his time off. She told him about a photoshoot needing a replacement for Neige and it was nearby his father's house. Vil debated about it before sighing and told her to send him the address. His conditions were to only be there for a couple of hours before hanging up. He let out a tired sigh before glancing at you, sleeping peacefully while wrapped up in the comfy sheets. He kissed your head before getting out of bed to get ready then gave you one more kiss before leaving the room. He informed his father of a last-minute gig and he would be back in time for the party.

By the time he came back, he immediately went upstairs to change and put on some makeup before joining the part. He was greeted by some of his father's old friends and talked to them for a while. He looked around for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He asked his father if he had seen you, only to be told that you went on a quick errand to grab some extra supplies. Vil was tempted to go find you, but decided to wait. instead.

As he listened to someone telling a story, he overheard your laughter and turned his head to see you, entering the party with a box of wine. What made him do a second look was the outfit you were wearing. A formal dress with some jewelry, something different from what he thought you were going to wear. He excused himself before making his way over to you, noticing someone was getting too friendly with you, and quickened his steps towards the open bar.

Once he enters your peripheral vision, you smiled and greeted him, causing him to smile and give you a kiss on the lips, silently showing this person that you were taken. He apologized for leaving you this morning and leaving you alone. You reassured him that it was fine before he asked where you found this dress. He was surprised to hear that you found it while you both went gift shopping and had it shipped here so he wouldn't see it beforehand. Such a sneaky sweet potato. He gave you another kiss before you both heard his father calling both of your names, to see him surrounded by some of his old friends. Vil offered his arm to you before carefully leading you towards him and reassured you that you would be alright.

"Promise not to drop me?" You asked, as you walked in heels.

"Only a fool would drop a woman like you, dear." he reassured you.

[rs-wonderland]

Hi darling~ can I get Rook’s reaction to come to his S/O’s house and her parents have a bunch of mounts and taxidermy on their walls. Like she’s the only daughter of a bunch of huge burly men who are over protective of her

Note to anonymous {hello my dear, thank you for your request i really like it! I hope you enjoy it,and im really sorry bc its short}

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Okay, so the first time Rook came to your house he was very surprised. He did not assume that your family collects and is interested in such a thing. He loves it. So many beautiful exotic texidermy animals on all the walls. He made you have a whole tour around the house. When he heard you were an only daughter and saw your brothers and how they kept you like a little water in the palm of their hand Rook knew he would have to put on a good show~ He started talking about how beautiful house looks, and if they were interested to go hunting together. Your brothers laughed, Rook doesn't look like a person who has any strength. (and we all know what happens when he gets angry). So when they went hunting, your brothers were impressed. And after Rook promiset your brothers to take care of you and never to hurt you, your brothers allowed your relationship. All in all, we can say that the little visit and getting to know your family went well.

[thesunshineriptide]

hi hi ! i was wondering if you could do a rook x fem! reader, where the reader is always taking his hat and wearing it. like straight up just grabbing it off his head at the most random moments and walking off wearing it. i like to think rook would be confused by it lol 😂 if it can be fluffy romantic type beat, that would be amazing!! thank you and have a nice day <3

This was fun! I’ve never focused on Rook so much but I’m beginning to like him a lot 👀 hope this suits all your hat-stealing needs

Four times the Ramshackle Prefect stole Rook Hunt’s hat (and one time he got them back)

Rook Hunt/Female!Reader

Tw// camping, French people, rook typical creeping, she/her pronouns used for reader

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It’s a lovely, golden afternoon on campus. The sun is shining in a way that’s both bright and delicate to the skin, there’s a light breeze that livens the air without causing it to become too cold, the birds are singing sweetly, and you and your boyfriend are lazing about in the pollinator gardens outside, soaking up the day.

It had begun, as nearly everything does, as a study date, but after a while of bemoaning an oncoming stress headache, Rook sighed.

“Ma petit bichette, every moment of pain that strikes you is double more for me. The sun is bright and lively, the trees dance and sway, and yet you pout so. What can I do to soothe your sores?”

You let out a wistful sigh, “Studying is no fun when you’re sitting all the way over there. How can I play with your hair when you’re so far away?”

Rook let out a playful laugh, taking off his hat to hold against his chest as he laid with his head in your lap, “Is this better, Ma choute?”

He didn’t miss the momentary smirk you let out before it melted into a sweeter smile, your hand reaching to rake fingers through his hair, “Much better, darling, thank you.”

He watched as something in your body languages shifted, much like a cat about to pounce, and he barely refrained from narrowing his eyes in suspicion.

A second later, his hat was removed from his grasp, and he raised an eyebrow as you placed it on your own head, preening side to side to show off for him.

“Do you think I look okay?”

He laughed softly and reached up to caress your cheek, “Absolutely beautiful, chèrie.” He his lips were twisted into something both soft and playful as he flicked the brim up, “But really, now. I’m worried you may have simply been after my accessory and not my love. Surely this isn’t true, is it?”

When all you did was smirk and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, he knew at once that he was half right.

2 -

It had been three days since that incident in the garden when he heard familiar footsteps approaching form behind.

“Ah! Ma sucre d’orge, how fairs my fairest?” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, and turned around in your grasp to see your face. “Mademoiselle Trickster, the stars dance in your eyes. Are you up to mischief?” He watched as your hand slowly made its way up to his head, and felt the weight of his hat being lifted. He tilted his head in interest, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, “ah, my hat again? Do you like it so much?”

He couldn’t stop himself from the smile that he was trying to fight back when you sheepishly smiled and said, “I just think it’s neat.” Before you plopped his hat directly back onto your own head.

He hummed and leaned down to peck your cheek, “If you desire it so much, I suppose I can part with it for now. Be sure to care for it well, will you? It’s my favorite headpiece.”

As you nodded eagerly and turned to skip off, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing again. You had ventured all the way to the third year classrooms just to stop him and steal his hat? What a marvelous creature you are indeed.

3 -

He’s beginning to regret saying he could part with his hat.

It’s been two weeks of you sneaking up behind him and stealing his hat, with a kiss and a ‘thanks’ if he’s lucky, and sometimes without a word if he isn’t. Being hatless all the time is making him feel naked. How can he hide his eyes from the sun? How can he keep his hair from being messed up? Why were you doing this to him?

Well, he finally decided to put a stop to it.

It was a Thursday when he left his dorm room with a box in tow, wrapped in delicate, lacy patterned pink wrapping paper and headed his way to the Ramshackle dorm that his lover stayed.

“Ma amor! I’ve come bearing a present for you!” He called into the darkness of the dorm.

When you emerged from upstairs, looking sleepy in your pajamas, rubbing at one eye with the worst case of bed head he’d ever seen, he thought he might swoon. There’s a certain beauty in someone so relaxed, so sweet, so docile, isn’t there?

“Hi baby, wha’s up?” You hummed, walking right up to him to snuggle your way into his arms, “I missed you.”

“I believe you may have been asleep, lovely,” Rook said with fondness and amusement, “I brought you a present.”

You looked up with big eyes, “Ah?! Why, what day is it? Oh shit, Rook, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get you anything-“

He cut you off with a kiss and patted your head, “Non, Ma ange, it’s no holiday today. I simply noticed you like my hat.” He smiled when he saw you perk up, staring intently at him. “So I brought you this.”

He watched as you carefully undid the paper, eyes flicking up to him every few seconds nervously. He walked to stand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you opened the box to reveal…

A hat!

He listened to your heart beat flutter as you looked over it. It looked remarkably similar to his signature hat, but the colors were different. It was a cool grey-blue with a white ribbon, rather than his usual tan and black one, and it had a white plume that matched his own, but on the opposite side of his, and angled lower so as not to stick up.

He watched as your eyes looked between him and the hat, a mix of emotions evident on your face, before you put it on and smiled at him, “Thank you, Rook. This is really sweet, I love it.”

4 -

It seems as though this gift did not stop the prefect from stealing her boyfriend’s hat, however. It wasn’t as often - he saw them wear her matching hat to class a lot - but sometimes they would still do it; Either having forgotten their hat at their dorm and stealing his, or simply taking his hat and stacking it on top of their hat.

He thought it amusing and cute at first, but was readily growing less enchanted with it, often taking his hat back from them before they could run off with it and watching them pout in retaliation.

It seemed this only made them more determined, and he had to swat away their hands more often throughout the day.

“Trickster, is there a reason you want to steal my hat? You have a matching one of your own, non? Do you not like it?”

His lovers hands halted and their mischievous grin slipped from their face as they lowered their arms back to their sides, “Is it…annoying you?”

Rook hummed a moment before speaking carefully, “This game is becoming somewhat tiresome for myself, but it seems as though you could not get enough. Why do you enjoy it so?”

He watched as you shifted side to side and to play with your fingers, “I like having a reminder of you during the day when we’re in separate classes. Your hat smells like you…”

He looked shocked for a moment before giving a doe-eyed smile to them. How sweet is that? How lucky to have someone who admires him as much as he admires them.

“Ma chèrie, there is truly no other like you. Come by my dorm later, I will aid your quest, but I ask you not steal my hat any longer. I have a look to maintain, you know.”

Counterattack -

Rook hummed as he wandered around Ramshackle dorm. His lover had been asked to be the scorekeeper for Vargas’s camping trip, and he was left behind, all alone!

He understood, now, why you had kept stealing his hat. It had already been three days and it felt tortuous without you.

He was on a mission, though. He sifted carefully through the coat rack in the foyer, eyes pealed for- yes, there it is!

Your grey-blue hat with the white band and matching plume. He smiled to himself as he took off his own tan hat, placing it where yours had once been. He placed your hat on his head, sighing softly. It has simply been awful with you gone.

He jumped as he heard approaching footsteps and the jingling of keys, turning to look at the door. He didn’t need any magic spells to know you were on the other side.

When you opened the door, looking exhausted and hungry, only to find your boyfriends standing there in YOUR hat, a hysterical laugh bubbled over your lips.

Grim wandered in behind you, grumbling about tuna or classes or something, who cares, and promptly began screeching upon seeing Rook just…standing there.

“Ah, Ma bichette, you’ve returned! Welcome home. You have a…pale beauty about you. Shall I make you something to eat? Perhaps some soup for the soul?”

[yuusishi]

Riddle, Vil, Rook comforting Reader from a breakdown

I know I said I’ll be inactive but eughh this happened to me yesterday and I just needed to get this off my chest + some comfort :,) so this is kind of a vent fic in a way.

pairings: Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt x gn!reader (no pronouns used)

genre: hurt/comfort? Just the boys comforting you

cws/tws: emotional breakdowns, Reader has a crisis over the future, mention of pressure from family

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“I want to be a powerful mage!”

“I want to be an officer!”

“I want to be a…”

Those words rang in your head every day, what did you want to be?

Everyone in NRC was always sure of what they wanted to do after they graduated, already sure of what jobs to apply for and what companies, except you. Normally it wouldn’t be a bother to you since you just wanted to live in the moment but as days passed by it was stuck in your head.

What did I want to become?

Your parents’ constant messages asking what you were going to study after you graduate from NRC didn’t help at all.

It all just kept piling up, the crises of if what you’re doing right now is good for your future, constantly being asked by teachers and your family, you just broke down.

As you stained your pillows with your tears, you heard a knocking on your door but you didn’t care, you couldn’t. More knocking resounded until you heard the door click and open

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle was outside your dorm room, about to ask if you wanted to have some tea since he had a bit of free time

He knocked three times, no answer

He knocked another three, no answer.

He was about to open your door until he heard crying from the other side, he froze as his hand was about to go on the door handle. If he hadn’t composed himself that second he might’ve impulsively entered your room in panic, he carefully opened the door and discovered the sight.

Your room was pitch dark, blinds and lights closed, you entire body was covered by the blanket and only bits of your clothing sticking out, but most importantly, you were crying

“[Name]?” he quietly said as he closed the door

Slowly, your head poked out of the blanket and you stared at Riddle with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose, you wanted to ask why he was here but you couldn’t get your throat to speak properly from how long you’ve been screaming into your pillow

“Do you…want to talk about what happened?”

He was unsure what to say, barely learning what to do in this situation, especially when it came to you, all he could think to do was ask if you wanted to tell him what caused all this.

Riddle has had his whole life planned out for him by his mother, and he always followed her plan and never doubted it. It was only during his overblot incident that he was finally discovering the flaws of his mother’s teaching, where he learned to bend a few rules.

Now he was faced with someone who is unsure of their future, the exact opposite of what he was, all he did during this moment was to gently caress your back as you ranted and cried while you laid your head on his shoulder, his arm would wander to your shoulder to hold you a little closer while you clutched slightly on the back of his uniform, both of you not caring about the wrinkles.

Afterwards when you’ve calmed down and maybe after a few days have passed, he asks if you want to work together to try to browse things you might want to have as a job, he always makes time for you and your moment of future hunting.

Vil Schoeinheit

Vil tapped his shoes on the ground as he waited for you in Pomefiore’s hallway, you asked if Vil could help you think of new makeup looks with a brand that just came out and he gladly said yes.

But despite you being the one to make the plan it seems you were the one late.

He attempted calling you twice to no avail, the voice on the phone saying that the person he was calling wasn’t available, he had no choice but to go to your dorm room himself.

The clacking of his heels could be heard from a mile away, he was kind of annoyed that his time was being wasted and that he was possibly stood up.

He gave three knocks on the door before he opened it revealing your pitch dark room, the only light being the hallway’s lights that poured through from the door, he looked at you like you were a broken doll.

“[Name]? What happened?” he tried to steady his voice but you could hear the hint of nervousness, his face turning into a mix of concern and anxiety.

He carefully made his way towards your bed, you poked your head out of the blanket once he made his way to the side of the mattress, gently putting a hand on your head Vil asked what happened to reduce you to this state.

You both sat upright at the edge of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around your body while Vil quietly listened to you ranting about everything that’s been putting pressure on you, every time your voice dipped once you started crying again he quickly pulled you into a soft hug, his arm around your back while the other pushed your head into his shoulder. He could care less about whether your tears will stain his uniform or not, what mattered more was to help you.

Whether or not you wanted Vil to help you in your hunting for your future was up to you, he wasn’t going to force you to but if you agree then he’ll use everything in his power to help you.

Rook Hunt

Rook’s ears were sharper than a regular human, almost matching Lilia’s who is a fae, and your dorm room was on the 1st floor.

This man loves to wander around the territory of any of the seven dorms, the threats of its respective dorm leaders not being enough to make him waver.

It was on that day that he decided to wander around the forest areas of your dorm, not to play catch and release with animals but just to take in the peacefulness of everything around him. Everything was fine…until he heard that familiar sound of choked sobs, his head spun to the direction he heard it coming from and he quietly sprinted towards that direction.

He stopped by your window, the curtains blocking anyone from seeing into it and seeing out of it, and where the sounds were the strongest. He stared at your window for a bit just to determine if it really was you, he was in a slight state of disbelief that he was hearing your cries.

Rook made his way towards your dorm room, concern written all over his face, although he wanted to keep his footsteps quiet to not alert you he couldn’t help but rush his way to your room, wanting to know what happened to you as soon as he could.

He carefully spun the door handle and greeted you, instead of his usual bright smiles that he wore 27/7 he went in with one slightly laced with concern

“Mon cherie?” his voice was soft, not wanting to heighten your emotions any more than it should by being loud

It was silence until you slowly put down the blanket covering your head, you called out Rook’s name hoarsely, throat dry from non-stop sobbing. Rook made his way to your bed and sat down next to you.

The moment was silent, your head was resting on his lap while he gently combed his fingers through your hair, the action enough to slowly lull you to sleep after you only realized now how tired you were. Although Rook saw that you were asleep, he stayed, he didn’t want to leave until he knew what was enough to trouble you to this extent.

Once you’ve woken up, you’re greeted with Rook sitting next to you while reading a book he found on your bookshelf, inspecting it further you realized it was an old story book you accidentally brought with you when you moved in

“Ah! [Name], you’ve awoken!” he exclaimed, you sat up and laid your head on his shoulder, covering your face from his view

“Can you tell me what happened earlier that left you in such a state?”

You hesitated for a moment but decided to confide in Rook.

Being tired and just woken up you didn’t have the energy to start crying again, whenever Rook sensed a dip or change in your tone he would gently caress your palm with his thumb while he listened intently to your struggles.

He’s a man with some knowledge of the world, looking at how he cherishes everything around him and experienced, he will always help you with finding out your desired career and help with things beyond that. He will always be at your beck and call.

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Sorry for the super sudden post when I should be inactive, like I said this is supposed to kinda be a vent fic cuz I had the same exact crisis as Reader here yesterday 🙁

[veedraws]

Payback for a dear friend <3

Full version for adult Followers only, y’all know where to find it. Heed the tags, stay safe, have fun ✌️

[femaletwstsupremacy]

Yay henlo !! I’m so happy i found your blog because it’s hard to find people write the twst characters as female ♡ ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა would you be able to write something for fem rook? Like the reader is super talented at realism art and draws for rook or something like that ? :0

"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚."

✦ Content – Reader is an NRC student and has been there for years, reader kinda has their own personality, most likely incorrect french (Feel free to correct me if so!), mention of being taken advantage of, reader had trust issues, hurt/comfort?

Author's note: Hii, I kinda got carried away with writing and went off course with the original request. So sorry about that /_ \ But I wanted to give some perspective into how I imagine life in NRC is with all the trouble makers and their weird strength hierarchy. Especially putting into perspective of those that are viewed as the lowest in the weird strength hierarchy.

There were plenty of things students in NRC disagreed on, most disagreements resulting in a vicious fight in the hallways with students cheering at the sides. Often ending with both sides having a nasty rivalry with the other for the rest of their years on campus.

But there was one thing that most (if not all) students could agree on. It was that, Rook Hunt, the Vice of Pomefiore, is a total freak. Hell, she even embraces the ridiculous title with flamboyant and ‘Rookish’ grace. Seeing the name the others gave her as “A beautiful alliance between multiple rivals.” Which isn’t exactly far off with the bitter relationships most students have with each other.

But unfortunately for you, you’ve caught the attention of said Vice.

“Come now, mon artiste. Won’t you let me take a glance at your drawings?” Rook pleads for nth time. You look up from your sketchbook for a brief moment to glance at the huntswoman, you looked as if you considered her words and Rook, being the optimistic person she is, grinned from ear to ear upon seeing your expression. Maybe this time you’ll let her see your wonderful creations? But unfortunately, her hopes were quickly dashed when you shook your head before going back to drawing.

Rook sighs, feeling deflated at your rejection. Her expression showing mild disappointment.

It’s a familiar routine at this point. Rook would come out of nowhere to bother you about letting her look at your ‘wonderful creations’ (Her words, not yours.) while you would constantly reject her requests to even see a single glance of what’s inside your sketchbook. Leading the huntswoman to silently sulk at your side, staring at you in way that pleads for you to reconsider, but you aren’t so easily swayed. Though, you do have to admit, her charm did have a slight effect on you. But of course, like any NRC student, you’ll never say it out loud.

A silence settled between you two, it wasn’t the awkward type of silence, but it didn’t exactly feel comfortable either. What with the vice’s gloomy mood in the face of your rejection, you ignored her as usual, even if something in your heart tugs at you to…cheer her up? Your face scrunches up in frustration. You don’t understand why you’re feeling this at all, why would you want to cheer her up? You want her to stay far away from you, and a good way of doing that if making yourself unlikable.

So why? What are these supposed to mean?

“Why are you frowning so deeply, mon artiste?” You instantly snap back to reality at the sound of Rook’s voice, loosening your grip on the pencil you were unknowingly squeezing when you were consumed in your thoughts. Shit. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the look on Rook’s face. Was it teasing? Was it one of mockery? Perhaps it was an eerie smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Either way, it has to be something malicious. It was Night Raven culture to take advantage of any form of weakness after all.

You hear Rook shifting closer, but before you could react or attempt to move away you felt a warm hand caressing your cheek, slowly turning your head – as if you were a delicate flower that could be easily crushed underfoot – to face the body attached to it.

You could feel your breath catch hitch once you’ve properly laid your eyes on Rook. You expected to see the expression of someone that wants to manipulate you, use you. But instead, you are faced with eyes filled with worry and furrowed brows. Accompanied with a frown on her slim lips. You stay that way for a while. You, looking at Rook dumbstruck and Rook, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. It seems that for once, the exuberant huntress was unable to form words that usually comes so easily on her tongue.

It took an almost embarrassingly long time before Rook finally found her words and spoke up, “Mon artiste, please do not think I would try to force you into anything. So please don’t look so frightened.” Rook paused, lightly dragging her thumb along your cheek. “I won’t ask you to tell me your problems, but I promise that I won’t do anything unsavory.” You shifted your gaze downward, your lip trembling from emotions that you’ve been suppressing for so long.

You lean your head on Rook’s shoulder, your face pressing on to the fabric of her uniform. You don’t cry – it’s not the right place to cry at the moment – settling on just savoring the warmth in silence. Rook doesn’t push you off, instead wrapping her arms around you. Engulfing you in her warmth fully.

Neither of you talk, you don’t need to. You already understand each other even without words.

Made by @femaletwstsupremacy. Please do not copy, use, or steal my work.

[it-happened-one-fic]

Hours In The Moonlight: Fairest Midnight - 6. Shatter to a Billion Pieces

Summary: Questions always came with answers, and sometimes they were answers you wouldn’t like. But sometimes it's hard to realize quite how bad a situation is until something smacks you in the face with the reality of it all. And reality can be the harshest thing in the world even when you're surrounded by creatures that ought to be pure legends.

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ Vampire AU/ romantic/ angst/ angst with comfort/ fluff/ platonic interactions too!

Trigger Warning: Vampire, Blood

Word Count: 1570

Hours in the Moonlight Master-List

Despite Rook’s suspicions, the murders continued even after my run-in with the vampire woman and her subsequent death. 

And the matter had gotten far worse than it had been. While there had previously been no incidents, murder or otherwise, around where I lived, that had changed swiftly and to a degree that had been beyond upsetting.

Especially since I’d stepped out of my apartment building to head off to work one morning only to find officers across the road talking to the crying Felmier family.

It hadn’t taken me long to trot across the street, immediately wrapping my arm around Granny Felmier and softly questioning her while the officers talked to Epel’s distraught parents.

“What happened?” I’d looked down at the old woman worriedly as she’d hugged me tightly, pressing her face into my shoulder, before she at last pulled away and looked up at me with teary eyes.

“Epel’s gone.”

Her tear-choked words had almost caused my heart to stop right then and there as I went cold all over.

Epel. Epel was missing.

By now, it was a well-known fact in the neighborhood, with missing-person signs hanging on almost every wall. Constant reminders that my young friend had disappeared amid all the bloody murders that had been taking place.

I sighed slightly as I took the bags that Rook had insisted on carrying for me after he’d bumped into me at the store. A ‘pure and joyous coincidence,’ as he’d put it. But he and I both knew that wasn’t the case. 

I’d been seeing more and more of Rook since Epel went missing, which only made me feel more and more like the recent attacks in town had some sort of connection to the fact that vampires were after me. 

The only question was, why now? What had changed?

I was still living in this same area that Vil had declared his zone, so if this was a vampire, they weren’t afraid of challenging Vil at the very least.

There was something going on in the neighborhood that Rook wasn’t telling me. And with the knowledge that he was a vampire hunter, whatever Rook was hiding couldn’t be good.

I could only hope that his suspicions and my fears weren’t true. Because if the vampires were the ones causing the numerous missing persons along with the murders, then Epel…..

The thought of him being attacked by vampires sent a pang of worry coursing through me. 

It was probably for the best that I’d bumped into Rook, though. Vil probably would’ve had something to say if he’d found out I’d been out shopping after dark on my own, despite the potential risks.

I glanced at Rook clandestinely, wishing I could ask him about everything but knowing he wouldn’t answer. Rook had many secrets, only one of which had been his status as a vampire hunter.

“Thanks again for carrying my bags, Rook, though you really didn’t have too,” Despite my words, I knew exactly what response was coming as Rook looked over at me fondly.

“Non, non, Trickster! I could never let you carry your own bags when I am here,” He smiled blissfully, and I shook my head slightly at his grandiose words. So like him in an undeniably comforting manner. Almost like he knew exactly how much time I’d been spending preoccupied with my own fears and concerns for Epel.

I waved slightly before turning to go and head into the apartments. But I only made it a little ways before I froze in place without even rounding the corner and coming into sight of the doorway to the apartment building. 

I stared wide-eyed at what, or rather who, was kneeling by the wall, trembling from the cold with a blood-stained scarf wrapped around his throat.

I would recognize that soft-looking, pale purple hair anywhere.

I breathed out his name in both relief that the missing boy had been found and fear that stemmed from the sight of blood on his person, “Epel.”

He flinched and looked up slowly, a glazed look to his large blue eyes that had me going tense all over. Something was definitely wrong. Something that had me feeling oddly chilled to my innermost core. But all I really knew was that he needed help.

I dropped my bags and dashed towards him, “Epel! What happened? Are you hur-”

My words ended harshly in a shriek as I was yanked backwards, just in time to be pulled away from Epel’s sudden wild dive. He stopped short, staring at me with bared fangs as he hissed, his fingers curling into his palm in an almost inhuman way.

And I stared in horror, my eyes wide as I gazed at him. But this wasn’t the Epel I knew… The short-tempered but sweet young man who was always holding open doors and greeting me with a wide smile.

This one was…

Rook’s solemn, almost cold words said it before I could even finish the thought, “He’s not human anymore, Trickster… And he’s at his limit.”

My blood had turned to ice in my veins the very instant I’d registered the fangs that now replaced the boy’s once-human canines. And yet a part of me still didn’t want to believe the truth, even as it stared me in the face, “But he…”

I trailed off, my voice cracking slightly, and Rook’s grip on me tightened slightly before he gently turned me so that I was no longer facing the once-human boy. 

My eyes were wide, even though the only thing I could see was the fabric of Rook’s coat as he rubbed my back soothingly and murmured words that I hardly even noticed.

 I was oddly unable to cry. Instead, that frigid numbness that started in my veins now seemed to spread throughout me in an almost condemning way.

Epel was a vampire now. And even though I didn’t know how, some small part of me whispered that it was my fault. 

I’d known that vampires were after me, and yet I’d still lived so close to other people. Rook had told me that vampires were the ones causing the murders, but I’d stayed. I’d let myself believe that Vil’s words would be enough to drive away other vampires. And now it was my fault that Epel was cursed in such a way.

“Y/n?” I froze at the quiet, hesitant voice that I recognized all too well. Rook’s motions had stopped, and he let me turn but kept a steady grip on my shoulder as I made eye contact with the now-lucid-looking Epel.

“Y/n… I didn’t…?” He trailed off, his voice cracking weakly as he looked down at his hands with wide, too-wet eyes.

My heart began to break as tears began to trail down his pale face, and he shook his head, burying his face in his hands as he broke.

His muffled sobs were like reality’s way of smacking me in the face. There was no going back after this. My life was that of someone who was surrounded by vampires and who knew what other monsters. 

Even those who were close to me weren’t safe.

I attempted to start forward, to go and comfort the crying boy, even though it was my fault he was like this, but Rook wouldn’t let me go. Instead, he held me tightly to his side as he responded in a quiet, remorseful tone, “They are unhurt, Monsieur Cherry Apple. You did not bite them.”

The young man lifted his head, sniffing slightly, “That’s good, I thought…. I was afraid….” He trembled slightly before crumpling forward.

“I’m so sorry, Y/n…” His voice broke even as he continued to speak. Apologies spilling from his mouth even though I was the one who was truly at fault here, “I didn’t mean to, I’m just…. I’m so hungry, but I can’t… I won’t…!” 

He shook his head, his hands curling into trembling fists on the pavement as I attempted to swallow the raw feeling in my throat that was slowly trying to choke off my ability to speak.

Rook inhaled slightly but nodded, rubbing my shoulder and giving it a squeeze before at last letting go, “He hasn’t lost his way yet, but… He needs to eat. I'm going to take him with me.” 

Rook’s green eyes met mine, a concerned and serious look in their green depths that told me he’d had the same thoughts that were currently threatening to overwhelm me. Epel hadn’t been a target. He’d just been unfortunate enough to live near me.

When Rook spoke again, his voice was solemn, “You need to go inside and not let anyone enter, Trickster.”

He carefully knelt, carefully collecting Epel, even though he was putting himself at risk by bodily supporting a starving vampire. But he hardly seemed concerned about that; instead, his eyes stayed on mine, “I will send Roi du Poison to you. Until then, stay inside and stay safe.”

His gaze softened slightly as he glanced down at Epel and then back to me, “He will be alright. I promise you.”

I distantly nodded as I let that numbness swallow me whole. Freezing my emotions and allowing my brain to take over.

 I would handle my grief and guilt later, when I was alone. When Epel wouldn’t see me shatter to a billion pieces over the horror I’d brought into his life. 

His now immortal life.

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Rook when Vil…

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PANDO PANDO ILYSM <33 also your picrew is so freaking cute !!!

i wanted to request for the event so i can have more of your DELICIOUS SCRUMPTIOUS AMAZING writing hahaha

anywho

im thinking snapdragons with rook hunt ( this man will forever be my original twst crush no matter what <333 ) in a field of fireflies bc im a hopeless romantic like that

anyways , congratulations on the follower count ! im so happy and so so soooooo proud of you. you are doing amazing and i just wanted to let you know that no matter what , im always going to be here to watch you outshine the stars with your greatness.

Snapdragons ~ “this can’t be real…it feels too good to be real. tell me this is all a dream before i start believing”

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

AMORIS ILYT!! and omg i remember the exact picrew you were talking abt. i'm so sorry it took me so long to get to your request, this was from like august </33 i've been kinda slow lately lol. your words never fail to fill me with joy tho and i adore you so much. thank you for existing in my life, my sweet <3

i put my whole pandussy into this amora lmao, hope you like it~

♡eyes that shine like fireflies♡

You dreamt of a man such as Rook for as long as you could remember.

A man of silk-like locks of hair, a man of strength, integrity, and passion. A man of romance that valued the beauty of art just as you did. He was all that you wished for and even more. Even the poetic fairy tales that were read to you as a child could never compare to the elegance Rook presented himself with. He treated you with only gentleness entwined in lyrical expressions with every interaction you had with the man. Each word from his soft lips bewitched you like a trap set to lure in prey, with that prey being your heart. Nevermind a gastly prince; the Pomefiore third year was an enigma full of unexpectedness. His sweetness drew you in, and you were held captive by his charming disposition since the day you met the eccentric hunter. 

Every moment, hour, and second of your day was filled with daydreaming thoughts of the huntsman. He plagued your mind like a broken record that refused to change its song. Each time you stepped out of Ramshackle and into Night Raven’s campus, you looked out for the iconic feather of his hat searching for the said man. Each time you visited Epel at Pomefiore’s dorm, you longed to magically bump into Rook—in hopes of striking a conversation with him. He was someone you wished to be with. A star in the night sky you hoped to reach for. 

You loved him.

So when the golden young man had called you to an open field surrounded by the luminous light of many fireflies, your chest had risen and fallen in an uneven rhythm, nervousness coursing through your love-struck body. Anticipation was evident in the way you shuffled your feet under the alluring manner of his glances. You looked up to face him—face burning up at the hunter’s mere presence—as the lustrous gleaming of the critters around you illuminated onto you and Rook like tiny specs of magic in the night. You peered at the enchanting view in front of you in wonder.

His eyes were green like fireflies. 

“I am so incredibly besotted by your very existence,” Rook began as he pulled you out of your moment of astonishment. “You are a light brighter than the stars themselves. A cluster of glimmer I wish to keep for myself. And I stand here before you in complete adulation.” The young man then proceeded to gradually step closer to your form, narrowing the distance between your chests. Extending his hand out to hold yours, Rook delicately spoke in an affectionate tone. “Je t'aime, mon amour. I love you most indefinitely.” 

You stood in your place among the shimmering lights of the fireflies, aghast at the words Rook had just spoken. The man you adored so earnestly from afar had just admitted his feelings for you. It was like a fantasy you couldn’t even imagine. Maintaining an eager gaze, you softly muttered in bewilderment, “This can’t be real… It feels too good to be real. Tell me this is all a dream before I start believing.”

“Then believe if that is what your heart calls for, mon trésor,” Rook said in a hushed voice that matched your own, inching closer to your ear with each syllable of his sentence. “Every waking moment with you is like a dream turned into reality.”

Your face flushed at the way his breath tickled the side of your neck and smiled. “I love you as well, Rook.”

And with everything said and done, the two of you cradled one another in each of your arms as the lightning bugs continued to angelically shine above the crowns of your heads in an iridescent ambiance. Orion shone in the night sky along with the many other constellations, appearing to be staring down at you and his fellow hunter in awe. Even the moon seemed to be entirely enthralled by the two of you as it adored you in its place high in the stratosphere. 

An irresistible sight for sore eyes.

a/n: i’m imagining rook as the firefly from the princess and the frog, and idk whether to laugh or cry like- mA BELLE~~~ EVANGELINEEEEEE

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I Already Found My Happily Ever After Part 3

Author’s Note:  If I ever write about female readers, they will be strong. Also, you are tall in this one because there isn’t enough tall reader materials. Also, I don’t know how I did after writing Kalim’s section since I was having some difficulty with it, but here it is. 

Request: Nope

Pairing: Kalim, Rook, & Lilia x Female Reader

Warning: Female Reader, pronouns you/your, strong character, characters may be a bit ooc, bit of angst here and there, fluff.

Part 1 (Riddle, Leona, & Azul) Part 2 (Jamil, Vil, Idia, & Malleus)

It was a joint school get together or basically what prom would be with several academies together which was an upside for you and your lover. You barely have had the time to see each other since both of you go to different schools and your school would rather affiliate themselves with the Royal Sword Academy than Raven Night College. 

When the event was announced, the headmistress advised everyone to be on their best behavior and if anyone from another school tried to force themselves, you had full permission to take care of the problem or find an instructor. Yeah, your headmistress had zero tolerance for assholes. She also mentioned that it was NRC's turn this year to  

You met up with each other at the event and your lover was dressed handsomely as he stood out in the crowd. You both decided to have a nice night, wanting to enjoy the time with each other. He complimented you on your attire and gave you a kiss on the cheek before escorting you to the main hall where the event was being held. 

At some point, you stepped away to use the restroom and right as you were on the way to return, a figure stepped into the middle of your path which made you stop. 

“My humble apologies, but I couldn’t help ignoring your gorgeous self and was wondering if I could possibly have this dance as your date.” He started bowing and held his hand out. 

“Sorry, but I’m here with someone,” You decline politely, stepping around him to continue on your way and only get a couple feet away before he spoke again.  

“What could be better than dancing with a prince and possibly your future true love?” He said, causing you to freeze as others paused and watched the interaction.  

“What could be better than that, you ask?” You turn your head to look at him over your shoulder, “Dancing with my betrothed.”  

“Who could he possibly be? Possibly from RSA?”  

“Nope, he goes to NRC.”  

“A villain?! Are you mad?”  

“Nope, I’ve always loved the villain more than the hero. Perhaps all the other girls, fawning after you, will take up your proposal.”  

You walk off, leaving many people’s jaws on the floor as you made your way over to your beloved who saw you publicly humiliate some prince. 

Kalim 

He wasn’t really paying attention because he had his breath taken away once he saw you and noticed you were walking towards him, breaking out of his small trance, before excitingly approaching you and showering you with kisses then telling you how he has missed you. He held your hands, enveloping them in his warm grasp. As his thumbs brushed over your hands, he felt the faint texture of your ring that you wore and thought back on how this all came to be with you.  

He remembers sitting in on a meeting of his father and another man, the head of a well-known merchant family, who were discussing his future and who he would be wedded to. Earlier, he asked his father about the man he was going to meet, he was told that he was also a well-known merchant and had a family with two children around his age. He was somewhat listening to the two adults converse before hearing the door slam open and a young girl appears, furious. 

“The audacity of adults, especially you,” The girl furiously stated before pointing at the man, sitting opposite of his father. “You’re in here deciding my future when I have no say in this. I may be your daughter, but you’ve taught me to fight for myself and I refuse to be given away to the highest bidder!” 

The girl stormed out and her father got up to go after before apologizing to his father for the interruption then ran off to chase after you. He realized that what you said was true and ran after you, ignoring the call of his father. He realized the unfairness of this and wanted to clear up to hear what you wanted. He ran around the palace, passing servants and his family, and was about to give up before seeing the same little girl sitting beside one of the tigers that his family had. He slolwy approach as the tiger acknowledged his presence and wrapped their tail around her then the little girl looked up to see him, eyes puffy from tears. 

“What do you want?” she questioned with a harshness to her voice before Kalim brought his hands up in a surrendering gesture. 

“I just wanted to check up on you,” He responded, “Do you mind if I sit?” 

Seeing you nod, it took a while before you both started talking and then he apologized for having sat at the meeting with your father without noticing you not there. All you told him was that it wasn’t his fault, you just didn’t want someone to decide your future and marry someone you didn’t love nor stop Kalim from being happy. He was surprised you thought about this, especially when you both were barely 11. He then brought up that he agrees with you and tells you that he wants you to be happy, bringing up your fair point that by the time you both were older, you would probably have your own ambitions. You continued to talk and came to a deal with each other that you both made sure that your fathers would respect. 

You both came back, to both fathers, while holding hands and telling them that you both would betroth, but if either of you wanted to out, you could break off and go your separate ways. Mentioning that the supposed marriage would be out of love rather than convenience. From that day on, your family would visit during breaks and summer as well as the event when they were invited.  

During your visits, you would spend time with Kalim and forget about the whole betrothed thing as your relationship began to blossom. You told him about the outside world and the places you’ve gone with your father as he listened to your stories, painting vivid pictures in his mind. During the summer, you were introduced to Jamil, and you introduced Kalim to your sister. Occasionally, you would help him with homework from his tutors and show him some of the magic that you’ve learned so far which helped spark his interest in learning magic. He came to you and wanted to learn more from you, even though he had the top tutors to teach him. He has seen how you interacted with his siblings and how you adjusted to paying attention to so many. He would show you around the palace and the animals that his family owned. He had come to realize your fondness for tigers which resulted in you both napping with them in the afternoon occasionally. There was a fondness that started to grow in him whenever you two were together and he had come to love your dazzling personality, hoping that you shared the same fondness for him. 

His family was hosting a party and there were many who attended, including your family. Everyone was having a grand time, dancing, eating, and socializing, and Kalim was taking turns dancing with his siblings who could. As he noticed you not in the crowd, he looked towards the dance floor to see you expertly dancing, it was as if you lost yourself in the music and let the music guide your steps. He stared in awe before slipping into the dancing crowd and twirled you around once he reached you. He notes the surprised expression turned to a caring one before you both danced together in sync with each other. He began to lose himself as his attention was fully on you until the next thing he knew was him being shoved to the ground as he heard his mother scream. 

Immediately looking up to see you holding someone’s wrist as they tried to bring it down, hoping to injure you enough to get to Kalim. You knocked the knife out of their hand before shoving them back and used your magic to protect him. Right as the intruder pulled out a sword and charged to attack, you caught the weapon your sister threw at you before engaging in combat. Kalim watched as you gracefully fought back, not letting this person find too many openings to attack you, then knocked their sword out of their grasp then decided to engage in hand-to-hand combat as you were injured. Your attacks were precise yet flowy, it was as if you were dancing with this stranger. Kailm was then surrounded by guards as you held the intruder in a chokehold, hoping to knock them out, as they were struggling before falling unconscious. Once you made sure your opponent was defeated, you handed them over to the guards before you started to collapse, and Kalim rushed to catch you. 

He looked at his hand to see if it had the familiar crimson on it, he called for guards to take you to the infirmary. He watched as they carried you out, keeping pressure on your wound. The party ended as you both spent the night, resting in the infirmary. As you slept with bandages around your wounds, he realized you could have died tonight right in front of him and missed out on the rest of your life as well as the possible life you both could share together.  

When you woke, he was clutching onto you for dear life and crying while telling you that you shouldn’t have risked your life for his while getting snot all over your shirt. When you told him that he had more people to live for rather than you, he immediately shot it down and told you that No matter how brave or happy he may act, he couldn’t spend any single moment without thinking of you. He told you of how you balanced him out and completed him as well as you continued to see him, even though you could have broken the engagement between you two off. He remembered your gentle smile as you comforted him and apologized for worrying him as you both kept each other in each other's embrace. It was after that your engagement became official. 

A couple months later, he brought up about attending Night Raven College, he remembers you being concerned about him going as well as his safety and attempted to suggest him to go to perhaps Royal Sword Academy, unknowingly to him that you were trying to give Jamil a chance to grow, but he was persistent, and his father agreed, not to mention, as well as made a heavy donation to his son’s chosen school. Part of you think that he decided to go because Jamil and you went to school while he stayed home to learn. You were there to wish your lover goodbye before the ghost carriage came to pick him up and watched as he said goodbye to his family then he turned to you. He took your hands into his and kissed them lovingly before telling you that he’ll stay safe and will make sure to stay in touch with you then showered you with kisses. 

For the past two years, he would text you, may it be random night talks or good mornings. He would look at your magicam account to see how you were doing and cheer you on in your hobby. He would tell Jamil how much he misses you before Jamil would have to stop him from flying to see you. You would both make study calls, and you would help him the best you could, only to have him text you later so that he passed his test. He would send you gifts, and it would get a bit out of hand to the point you’d have to tell him to slow down, and you didn’t need a chandelier in your dorm room. Even though you both had distance between you two, it still felt like you were close to each other. 

Now, here you were, dressed lovely and within arms distance of him. He was happier than usual and kept his hand in yours for the rest of the night, only letting go when either of you had to grab something or go to the bathroom. He snuck you out and took you on a carpet ride, like you used to before. He brought your hand up and kissed your ring that you wore multiple times throughout the night. He didn’t care if he would get lectured by Jamil, he was here with you for a night.

Rook

He swoons as he watches you strike the boy down easily with your sharp tongue and kiss the back of your hand then up your arm. He guides you towards the dance floor like the ring on your finger and looks back on your relationship. 

His family was visiting a friend of theirs and most children were finding ways to occupy themselves. Rook’s older siblings were hanging out with the older kid while the younger hung around his parents. Rook, being 10, was exploring their extensive garden that had different plants, it reminded him of a forest. He skillfully ran through the greenery with the hints of colors in tow. There was a point where he stopped for a rest as a figure caught his eye. Quietly moving into the bush, he watched through the small opening of the leaves.   

He sees a young girl in black sitting on a bench, scribbling in a small book and pausing whenever she looks closely at some flowers. She was entirely focused on what was in front of her, leaving the world. He watched silently before a glint caught his eye then heard a thud next to him. He turned his head to see a throwing knife, impaled his hat, sticking against tree and right as he was about to move, a voice interrupted him. 

“I know you’re there,” you said, not looking up from your book as your pencil continued to move against the paper. “Show yourself or else I won’t miss on purpose this time.”  

He pulled the knife from the tree and put his hat back on top his head before standing up. He stepped out of the brush and stood to his height as you raised and turned your gaze towards him, silently examining him.   

“You must be part of the Hunt family.” You said, putting your book and pencil down on the stone bench before standing to your tall height. “I forgot there were going to be guests today.” 

“You know who I am?” He asked 

“Yes, my parents speak highly of your family so I would rather make sure not to make enemies. Besides, I’d rather not accidentally have to kill you then feed you to my pet plant to hide the evidence.” 

He looks back at the plant that you were studying to a carnivorous plant, one that he has only heard of and read about in books, and that sparked a long conversation between the two of you, one that resulted in the beginning of your relationship. 

When his family visited again, he went to explore the garden, not caring about the gloomy weather but hoping to find you again and see you sitting in a gazebo with a crystal ball on the table. Right as he stepped forward, he was immediately pulled into the air as his vision was suddenly upside down. He watched as you step closer and look with a small smirk as he hung upside down.  

“I thought you would have seen that obvious snare, Rook?” He simply smiles before letting out hearty laughter and congratulated you on catching him off guard then helped him down. This often happened whenever his family visited; you both spent the entire time together while occasionally both sets of parents would watch from a distance. 

Most would find this type of relationship strange, but to be honest, Rook was a strange one and you intrigued him. He enjoyed your attention to detail and how adventurous you are when it came to your morbid hobbies and interests. Not to mention your specialization in botany as well as fencing. He saw you as a breathtaking enigma that has lured him into your clutches with your charm. No one really knew when you both started dating, it just happened. 

When Rook was around the age of 15, there was an evening when his family hosted a gala that had guests dancing and socializing while dressed to the nines. He socialized with a few people before spotting your family enter and then his eyes set on you. You were dressed elegantly in black. 

He excused himself and approached you before seeing that you got asked to dance by another fellow close to both your age. You accepted and were guided to the dance floor as Rook decided to join the dancing circle. Again, he socialized with his passing partners and asked if they enjoyed the party while keeping an eye on you, dancing gracefully. After a couple pass, you spun into his arms and greeted him in french which he greeted back as well. Another thing of your relationship was you both spoke in french a lot to each other as if it was your secret language.  

“Are you enjoying the party so far?” he asked, looking up slightly at you, as the world blurred while you both danced. 

“Yes, quite an interesting event, but I think I scared some of the guests.” You respond, remembering some of the past dancing partners this evening. 

“They’re only scared of your beauty and the aura of mysteriousness around you.” 

“Do I scare you, Rook?” 

He gracefully stopped and dipped you with sincerity look in his eyes and a small lovesick smile adorning his face. 

“Of course not, you only draw me closer to you.” 

You both waltzed the night away, dazzling your audience with your grace and skill. He then showed you around the Hunt household and even the garden. Later that night, the Hunts offered your family some rooms to stay and your parents did not refuse. As you were about to go to bed, you saw a familiar messy set of blond hair outside of your window then approached the window that had the perfect view of the garden. 

“Most would scream and panic when seeing someone outside their window in the middle of the night.” You said once you opened the window. 

“We both know you are not most people. Most don’t have extensive training like you.” 

“You are a strange one, Mon cher.” 

“That I am, but Mon amour, you do quite love the strange.” he said, gently taking your hand and kissing. 

“Why do you haunt my window this night?” 

“I’m certain that I could not live with the thought of a life without you in it. So I have come to ask, would you marry me in the future?” 

He showed you a beautiful yet simple ring before you chuckled and accepted it. Both sets of parents were delighted to hear the news of your engagement, knowing that you two were perfect together. Nothing really changed between you two, you were both still showering each other in love and acting like a lovey dovey couple. You both would chat through a crystal ball or by phone during the school year. You met Vil who you would have tea with whenever you visited and he questions how you ended up engaged to Rook, only for Rook to say it was with his charm. Whenever Vil and you would hang out with each other, Rook has an overload of beauty in front of him, he doesn’t regret introducing you both to each other. 

He introduced you to some of his fellow classmates and was delighted to see you socializing with others, even striked up a conversation with Malleus. As the same as the countless nights before, you both danced around and forgot about everyone else in the world, only wrapped in each other and enjoying the night.

“Oh my, what have I done to deserve such a beautiful smile?” Rook asked with his usual lovesick expression before kissing you lovingly.

Lilia 

He playfully chuckles as you approach before kissing you gently and escorting you away, teasingly mentioning to you how you could have let that poor boy down easier since you were already taken. You thought you were engaged to this old man? Nope, you’ve been married to him for a while. 

During his time of service, he would occasionally catch glimpses of you as you went about your duties as he did. From what he’s heard from the other guards, you were very skilled both physically and magically as well as having few people who you could call close friends. The fear he would hear in other guards’ voices whenever they mentioned approaching you, piquing his interest and curiosity wasn’t going to let it kill this bat fae. 

At first, he would observe you from afar, maybe during training, meal time, passing by during duties, and such. Your first interaction between you two was during a sparring match both physically and magically. As he fought, he was in awe as you moved with precision and smoothly, almost gracefully, yet packed a powerful blow behind your attacks. He also learned how stubborn you are, especially when refusing to yield, which was another thing he loved about you. 

He volunteered or traded with someone else to get paired with you on patrols and would strike up a conversation with you any chance he could get. His interest began to grow, and he would occasionally question the fluttering in his stomach when he would see you. The feeling grew as you both spent more time together as he fell more for you over the years. 

There was a war starting and you both were sent to lead troops separately on the battlefield. This was not the first time that you two were separated during times of war, you both kept in contact using a locket and would leave each other message for a certain period of time. Messages were left and answered as chaos and ruin continued while you both fought for your kingdom before you both returned to be in each other's arms. There were nights where Lilia thought about you and how he hoped for the end of war, wanting to get back to you.  

Towards the end of a war and he returned to the Briar Valley, he heard that you were fatally injured when you pushed through the enemy’s line to give your men the upper hand and recently passed out before immediately racing to your bedside in the infirmary to see you laying there, still and peaceful. Tears began to somewhat fall, as thoughts flooded his mind about how you may die and leave him here alone, and he gently took your limp cold hand then held it as he prayed for you to be alright. It was around this time he realized that using violence would end in death. During the time that you were out, Lilia would always stop by and spend his meal times with you while telling you about the day's events. He brought up how you both would be receiving a medal and about how they were going to try to have a ceremony without you before he and the royal family said no. As he was about to leave, he decided to stay with you and climbed into the bed before kissing your cheek goodnight then fell asleep. 

There was a point at night when he felt a hand run through his long hair and your voice speaking softly before he opened his eyes to see you smiling down at him. You greeted and told him that a splash of color would look good in his long black hair before he took your face into his hands and kissed you passionately, as if he’d never see you again. There were more tears in his eyes as he held you close. It was at that moment he realized that it was probably time for both of you to retire and he should marry you. 

You both had a small wedding with a few colleagues and the royal family attending before you both went on a honeymoon, traveling around. Right when you both got back and thought you were going to have a peaceful retirement, the queen had a baby and you both were appointed as the young prince’s caretakers. It was an interesting time for the both of you, was the least to say. He remembers hearing your laughter when Malleus accidentally burned his bangs and how you reassured Malleus that he was going to be okay whenever he started crying. Lilia watched you interact with Malleus and how motherly you were with him, teaching him and showing him enough love, helping to raise him into the man he was today. You also had to be the one to cook and keep an eye on Lilia if he was in the kitchen. 

As Malleus was older, Lilia realized that he wanted your little family to grow, which ended up with him coming home with a baby wrapped in his jacket. You interrogated him, as Malleus held the sleeping baby, and he told you how he found the poor child alone during his stroll in the forest. Right as you were about to go deeper into it, you both heard a cry and looked to see the child begin to cry as Malleus tried to comfort him before looking at you with a panicked look. You sigh softly before gently cradling the child in your arms and begin to soothe him as Lilia begins to sing a lullaby, slowly soothing the baby before he looks up at you and clutches onto you then snuggles against you. That surprised Malleus and you as Lilia laughed. After that, you both named the baby Silver and raised him as your own with the help of Malleus. Only for a couple years later to welcome Sebek to the family. For a time, you were the softer yet firm one out of Lilia and you helped Lilia realize the two boys weren’t the soldiers that you both commanded on the front line. Lilia realized you were right and started being more laid back but continued to show silver parental love and raised him to who he was today.  

You eventually got to meet Malleus’s betrothal and was introduced as his second mother. By the end of the night, you told her all the childhood stories about him as Lilia comforted an embarrassed Malleus. You both became close friends. When Malleus started attending NRC and Lilia went with him, you stayed in Briar Valley until Silver started to attend NRC until you decided to go keep Malleus’s fiancé some company which she appreciated and used the excuse to teach her more about her future duties as queen. The queen saw through your excuse and the only condition she gave you was to return in emergencies.  

Both you and Lilia made sure to appear younger to not raise any suspicion, Lilia and you would game with each other a couple of times a week or he would just randomly appear to spend time with you. He also keeps the same locket you both communicated with, and it has a picture of you in. If anyone outside of Diasomnia catches him looking at it, he would say you were his betrothal which you told him to refer to you as, in case anyone asked about you. Malleus notices the lovesick look in Lilia’s eyes whenever he sees your picture in the magical history textbook. You would occasionally hear serenading outside your window to see your beloved, floating with a rose in hand. 

He often looks back on the countless years you both spent together raising your little family and chuckles to himself as he recalls one of the many funny memories of your time together. He escorted you towards your boys and introduced you to his friends and classmates. Eventually, he escorts you back to Diasomnia and you both dance with music echoing through the dorm