#soulmate tag

[diejager]

Rook with a female reader who understands a tiny bit of French, knows archery and also has a birthday in December like him?

Fluff plz

Soulmate au

Mon Âme Soeur

Rook Hunt

Cw: fluff

Note: not proofread

Wc: 634

"A bit to the left, ma chère," Rook's silken voice spoke behind you. "You're almost there."

He moved from his spot to meet your figure, arms guiding yours and back pushed into his front, he followed your movement with warm, lingering touches that left you wishing for more of his comfort. Being so close yet unable to touch him made you restless, the warmth he exhumed would quell the need for now as he helped you touch up on your archery. Having a master archer as a lover came with its perks.

Hand within his, he pulled the string back and pointed forward with the other. His soft voice counted from 3 to 1, face inching closer to your ear, gaze strung on the arrowhead and the red circle. Emerald eyes glazed with concentration, grin long gone as he whispered his orders:

"Fire, (Name)."

Beckoned by his words, you fired the arrow, sending it flying through the target with a loud thudding sound. You pulled a second one and aimed - with the help of Rook - hit the same place; the sharp head piercing the feathery butt into two halves. A third, then a fourth, all perfect shots under Rook's supervision and help. He never missed a shot, straightforward and sharp.

"Bien fait, ma belle," he murmured into your lobe, pressing firmly against the back of your ear with loving compliments about your work. "You deserve a reward for such good work, don't you think so?"

His words were slurred, slow and sensual into your ear, muffled by your skin as he slid his arms around your waist. Hands kneading your coat-covered skin, he pulled you back and urged you to drop your weapon. His locks tickled your cheek as you pushed against him, fingers grazing his when you turned to embrace him in the same manner and passion he had for you. He stared down, emerald gems meeting your own, tilting down with a sly smirk. You met him halfway, puckering your lips to meet his in a slow dance, a kiss devoid of perversion.

You hummed a reply against his lips, wanting to know what reward he had in mind for succeeding four bullseyes with his guidance. Mirthful adoration swirled in his eyes, ideas swimming in his mind as he placed his signature hat atop your head.

"What are your thoughts about a diner date tomorrow? An occasion such as your birthday demands such a reward, hmm?" Rook pulled you along the trail, hands intertwined in ours as he lead you in circles, hips stuck to one another and nose touching. "Would it be suitable, ma chère?"

You swayed to his rhythm, a laugh slipping through your smile in joyous bursts. You wanted to laugh at his words, an occasion such as your birthday demands such a reward? He was too flattering for your heart and soul.

"You mean our birthday, Rook?" you jumped to meet his lips, needing another kiss from his soft lips.

"Oh! Of course, how could I have forgotten?" he chuckled at your adorable display, giving you your much-needed kiss. "For our birthday. Comme tu es adorable."

You could spend your days in his arms, dancing and swaying to an invisible beat with him. In your own peace, a world where only you mattered, you in his arms and him in your heart.

"Only for you," you whispered, eyes closed as you embraced a second time, muttering lovely words of confessions.

"Oui, juste pour moi," his heart leaped at your calling, soul beating to meet yours. "Comme mon coeur bat pour toi, (Name), mon âme soeur."

Right, soulmate, you were his second half as he was yours. Souls fated to belong to one another in this virtuous love.

******

"Ah... you know that I hardly understood anything, right...?"

Taglist : @stygianoir

[milf-harrington]

waiting for my computer to turn on and listening to my best friend infodump about the donner party and saying shit like "and there was this- this one fucking guy called liver eater"

[jostystyles]

got a shark tattoo yesterday bc it’s cool and sharks remind me of @comphyjost too <3 we’re still besties if anyone doubted it btw

[tyrannysaurusfloof]

Drawn by @pink-ink-goblin and posted with her permission <3

A wonderful, amazing Wilford Warfstache that I am in love with and have made my profile pic! A good throwback to our old days with many Ego AUs.

I can’t stop staring at him, and now I don’t have to since he’s my icon xD

@pink-ink-goblin you can’t escape my love for this boy <3

[ahurumustdie]

sorry to be annoying but YOU’VE WATCHED HANNIBAL???? did you like it??

god yeah i do, its one of me and my soulmates joint comfort shows <3

[ku-roh]

I want to wake up my boyfriend with kisses. then make him tea. and breakfast. I want us to listen to music from our fav playlists as we do our t shots in the kitchen. I want to kiss his cheek and caress his hair. hhh.

[angelic-as-can-be]

I’m so happy to have partners who love and appreciate my scars

and even tho i want to partially cover them up when i get my first tattoo, they still dote over them and give them affection and it makes me so lovestruck. And they support me getting my tattoo but still love the history that is behind them and how far i’ve come. I love them so much

[headheartsoul]

I could listen to his voice for the rest of my life, I could love him like a flower

[atypicalsouda]

EVERYONE.

I’M FUCKING TAKEN.

The lovely @deathnot-e is my boyfriend and if you see this you better go follow him!!

[vixenteeths]

i never thought i'd know true happiness, but i have found nothing but an abundance of bliss curled up in your arms with my forehead pressed to yours. you are such a comfort for me, starshine. i love you. 💜

[milf-harrington]

MY FRIENDS ARE SO COOL AND CREATIVE AAAAAA

[jostystyles]

josty defense squad who’s joining. jt compher is a member btw don’t forget it.

@comphyjost @suitandtys

[ohnonotthehorrors]

Can I... talk about the theory that winners help craft the next game?

Because, and I really can not say this enough, it puts So Much into perspective.

Everything starts out Normal. Three lives, simple, cut and dry, there hasn't been a winner yet. No one to help craft the game. (And there's something to be said about how simple it really was. Not even a real expectation of the world becoming pvp or combative. No idea of the war to come)

Then Grian wins. The green killer, the man who vowed his first life to the one whose life he took. The next game the boogie man is born. A mechanic that allows and, in fact, demands, a green kill. People can trade lives back and forth, currency and debt wrapped up in one. (can we still be friends? Said the red partner. A life time later and reds are hostile, alone. Maybe it's an answer: No. Not anymore)

Scott wins this time. He refuses to play the game. He will not kill his team, he will love and he will do so fiercely and with all of himself. The next game people are attached through to their very souls. Every bit of damage to one soul is done to its twin. There is no boogeyman. (There is no way for a widow to be left without their love)

Pearl wins and she wins a blood bath. Spent the game draped in red, only wolves for company. Sitting in her tower, shivering in ice, maybe she wanted it to end. To see where it would. Limited life rewards you for killing, limited life has a clock tick tick ticking down, you always no how long you have. A curse yes, but a blessing too.

Now It's Martyn's turn.

And what a turn it is.

Keep your secrets, says the disloyal man, keep them well. Everything hurts, everything Matters, says the man fracturing with every loss. (What if we could love each other without hurting? Says The Hand, who never wanted to be coated in blood)

More importantly, Martyn has always seen the watchers below the surface. Now, they're right here in front of him. Something that could almost... be rebelled against, no? Something that someone else could finally point to and say: hey, hey isn't that familiar?

[elfcollector]

I think I need to go to camp for a while. Be alone. Scream at the sky.

[ku-roh]

woke up thinking about you. ♡

[theroundbartable]

Merlin: Arthur? He doesn't even like me

Arthur, who gave Merlin his mother's seal, which isn't a proposal because you're supposed to give it to your spouse at the wedding: where the hell is my f*cking husband?!?!