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madam-mademoiselle · 1 year

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Happy Birthday Rook!

The title is lame, I can't think of anything right now and I wanted to write this down before I forgot about it. Plus, Rook is in my top tier of favorites in Twisted Wonderland. It's just a shot and I tried to write him out the best I could, he may be a bit OOC. ^^;; and I'm late because I was trying to get his card... I do have a picture of the gift of how I envisioned in the story.

Rating: Rated E for everyone

Relationship: Rook Hunt x F!Prefect/Reader

Word Count: 2.3k

“Alright Rook! Thank you again for doing this birthday interview for the school paper!”

The Prefect said politely with a smile on her lips with the vice warden from Pomefiore sitting across from her. The enigmatic hunter, known as Rook Hunt, flashed her a dazzling smile as his hands flourished. “Non non! Thank you for coming to the party! Surprise parties are lovely things! Putting forth unstinting effort simply to make another person happy... How very noble! Especially when I heard you and Grim were invited!”

They both stood up, Rook in his birthday outfit while the Prefect in her school uniform, her ghost camera hanging around her neck. Pushing the notepad she took her notes on in a pocket inside her jacket. She scratched the back of her head in chagrin as they were walking out of another lounge that was empty. Vil had offered it to her when she asked him if there was a place to do her interview. “Not much of a surprise when you found out about it.”

Grim, for all his awareness, had accidentally revealed it when talking to Epel while Rook was searching for his underclassman. There was the comment of giving Grim a bath in order to put a toe into Pomefiore. Said upperclassman had offered a few shampoos for Grim’s fur when he came around the corner, startling everyone involved.

“The party and the effort everyone put in is still merveilleux! For people born near and far to spend time together in one place. That is the real surprise Trickster! What more could one ask for their birthday?” They walked down a hallway towards the party, the closer they got, the louder it got. “Well, your own personal art museum?” She asked, causing Rook to laugh, “that would be nice, but the true beauty lies for those that have gathered to celebrate moi! The evanescence of today shall be one I shall never forget!”

He quickly turned on his heel, capturing her hand in one of gloved ones. His green eyes caught hers as a slight blush covered her cheeks. “Prefect, would you be willing to use your ghost camera to capture this incredible scene of everyone celebrating on my behalf for posterity? It would be a wonderful birthday present.” She nodded enthusiastically as he gave her his très bien as he strided into his party, a roar of cheer echoed through the dorm. Leaving her behind as she stopped and watched.

Oh who was she kidding? She thought, a little mouse like her? A nobody from another world, magicless at that. Her hand pinched through the hole of uniform shirt, solidifying the fact she had nothing and probably wasn’t much to look at. Tucking it into her black skirt, she sighed forlornly. Shaking her head, she placed a smile on her face, walking in to see everyone gathered around his cake. Readying her camera from the entrance way, he turned her way just in time, shooting her a wink as soon as the candles were blown out. Her heart raced as her cheeks reddened to the color of Riddle’s hair.

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“Why do I have ta stay? It’s not my dorm! I was invited!” Grim griped as the Prefect made him stay to help with the cleanup of the party with her. It was rude to just party and leave. She had him pull off the tablecloths off the tables as she had gathered the flower vases. “Hey, you ate the food, so you got to pay for it in labor.”

“When did you become Azul? Vil said we could leave!” He yowled, but complied as he followed another underclassman to the laundry to take care of the tablecloths that were dragging behind him. She sighed, relieved that he listened rather than fuss. Just as she was about to move the vases, one of the Pomfiore students called out to Vil, “I think I found a present that got lost!” There in the classmate’s hand was a crudely newspaper wrapped present. It was long for a package, but not that wide.

The tag hung off the side of it with Rook’s name. It didn’t have a from on there, but a glance from the handwriting caused the housewarden to sign. “Prefect, I believe this is from you?” Vil raised a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her, which caused her to have a sudden interest in the drapes. “Don’t deny it, I know your handwriting after seeing it at Ramshackle.” He delicately handed the present to her. “Rook is in his room, go take it to him.”

He didn’t broker any argument as he resumed his duties and told what needed to be done before it was lights out for the dorm. Keeping her package close to her chest to avoid anyone else saying anything about it, she walked herself down the hallways to Rook’s door.

It could wait until tomorrow, he was probably in the process of cleaning his face and going to bed. She didn't want to be rude, even if Vil told her in his own way. Before she could even turn around to go back, the door clicked open to reveal Rook. She stood awkwardly until he gave her a small smile.

"Ah Prefect! I thought I heard someone around my door! Please come in!" He pushed his door open a bit further and beckoned her inside of it. Bows and arrows were displayed on the wall, a pair of binoculars on the desk next to an apple lamp, and his hat hanging proudly by his bed. In the corner of her eye, she could see a bit of wallpaper loosen from the wall to show some photographs. Pomefiore's traditional colors are shown proudly in it.

"Please sit, make yourself comfortable. I just got done putting away the gifts from the party. But I don't think I put away all of them non?" The Perfect sat on his bed, he nodded towards the newspaper parcel. Her heart raced, trying to shield it from his sharp gaze. "One was stuck behind some place and someone saw it. Vil asked me to bring it up, but I think it can wait tomorrow-!"

His footfalls were silent as he was in front of her. Her gaze was not on him as he gently took her chin between his fingers. "It's right in your hands Trickster, we can see who it is from now. May I see it?" Holding his gaze steady, she placed it in his other hand. His hand moved from her chin, carefully removing the tag. His eyes lit up when he saw the chicken scratch of his name on the tag, immediately knowing whose handwriting it was.

He sat next to her on the bed, unwrapping her present from him. Taking his time, he took the tape off to open it to reveal a branch in the shape of a bow with the bowstring. It still had little sprouts along it with leaves, with a hand grip wrapped in a soft purple fabric. As he was marveling at it, the arrow fell onto the floor. The Perfect bent over and placed it in his lap.

"The branches were from the apple trees from the courtyard that Crowley had me go and clean up after a storm. Thought it was pretty cool." She tapped the arrowhead on the arrow itself. "My brother showed me how to sharpen rocks to tie onto sticks when we were little. The feathers are from the crows around campus." The more she talked, the more she felt on edge as he hadn't said anything to her through the examination of them. "It's really more of a decoration than an actual purpose set. But I thought of you when I saw the shape of the branch and it's applewood! Since Pomefiore has the Fairest Queen had an apple motif and…" she sighed, stopping herself.

"If you don't like it, I totally get it. Pretty basic and I don't know if it's usable. I was just thinking of a way it could be symbolic of your time here since you'll be gone next year." She stood up and pulled the best picture of the party she promised Rook. "And there's the picture I promised, I personally think it is the best one out of the ones taken!"

She cheerfully said, hoping the picture would justify her gift. "Just don't let the headmage know. But I wanted to tell you happy birthday again, I hope it was a wonderful day for you!" Standing up, she placed the picture in his lap, emerald eyes watching her as she turned her back to walk out of his room.

Well… she would have if it hadn't been for something was knocked back and flying by her ear! The Prefect squealed in terror when she saw the arrow she had made was now embedded in the door frame. It was unexpected, she didn't think he would launch one inside! Her body slid down the door in shock, hand over her heart.

"Ah beautè! The way it flew! Merveilleux!" He started going on in French, at least she assumed Twisted Wonderland's version of French. From her guess, it was about how wonderful it was. He placed the bow on the bed, he scooped up the startled Prefect effortlessly and set her on the bed. "I don't think I could possibly use this for the decoration! It is perfect for shorter distances!"

Eh… it was intended for decoration, she didn't think it would actually launch! Oh Savanaclaw wasn't going to be happy that she gave the school stalker a functional bow! "I haven't seen a bow made of applewood. It still retains its natural beauty! It is truly a thoughtful and memorable gift I have received here! Thank you, Prefect!"

His arms were around her as he hugged her. Her heart once again pushed into overdrive as it drummed loudly in her ears. This man was going to be the death of her if this kept up! Her face was hot as he let go of her and placed her gift on his desk. "I'll have to mount it later." He pulled the arrow out of the frame and let it join its partner.

"But I do have a small problem." His eyes narrowed as he focused on her. "While the picture did capture the spirit of the party, not everyone is in it."

"I don't know what you mean? I tried to get everyone in the picture, there were so many and-!" Rook was back in her space, a finger over her lips. "You aren't in the photo Trickster."

Her fingers wrapped around his wrist, pulling it away carefully. "I'm sorry, I was behind the camera. I wouldn't be able to get a good one if I tried it the way Cater does it."

His hand touched the strap of her ghost camera, "you could make it up right now. Just a picture of you, for my eyes only. I know you hate having your picture taken. Always the elusive one Trickster." He spoke softly, his eyes having some mirth in them.

She sighed, "okay, one picture Rook since it is your birthday. I don't think my arms are long enough to take it." The Prefect handed the camera to him as he gladly took it from her. The other arm wrapped around her waist, pulling her close as he readied the camera. His arm outstretched, his finger was on the button ready.

"Come closer, I won't bite, Trickster. There we go. We'll go on three."

"One." His arm slid up from her waist to her shoulders, forcing her cheek closer to his.

"Two." He flashed a smile to the camera which she followed in suit, shifting her focus on the camera. His hand ready and watching her in the corner of his eye.

"Three." The last moment his fingers guided her face towards his. The flash from the camera's bulb caught Rook and his beloved Trickster in a kiss. As the picture printed out, he smiled. Touching his forehead to hers.

"A perfect ending to a wonderful day. Your heart beating like a drum during the climax for my perfect ending for my day!" He sighed dreamily, "I have been longing to kiss your lips, always having to restrain myself when I first saw you chew on them while deep in thought during class."

"Wait, you can hear my heart?"

"If the lovely flush on your face is an indication, I would say it is beating against your rib cage like a trapped bird!" She groaned as she tried to give her face, mortified. "Non non! Don't hide such beauty from me! I have longed to be this close to be near it."

The camera and picture were set down on the bed, his hands engulfing hers. "The spirit behind it has enamored me, more so after the VDC! But if you do not believe me." He led her hand over to his chest, right over his heart. "My heart crescendos at the mere sight of you! Your-!"

She quickly covered his mouth. "Rook, if you keep this up, I may beat Riddle’s shade of red. My little heart can't take it."

He chuckled, "it would be a shade I would adore!" Rook leaned in close to her, "remember when you had asked if I could have whatever I wanted?"

"A personal museum?" She replied.

"Yes mon petit lapin, but you would be the crown gem of it all." Pulling away, he had that gleam in his eye when he had his quarry. "A masterpiece among the artworks! As such, would you grant your humble hunter one last wish on the day of his birth?"

Nodding, she asked, "what could I give you that you don't have already?"

"The one thing this hunter does not have. Your heart." A genuine smile broke across her face as she pecked his lips. "It's yours."

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madam-mademoiselle · 2 years

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

♜ With You ~ Rook Hunt

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

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

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

♜ Starry-Eyed !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♜ Say the Words !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

♜ At Last, With You !

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

— fin.

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dream (of me)

as mentioned in an ask before, this fic was inspired by a video of a life sized sculpture. also this is very very self-indulgent :> (actually i really don't like the title, but i couldn't think of anything else. one of these days i'll finally learn how to write a proper title)

—the line between fantasy and reality is thin

cw: breaking in, stalking, imprisonment

you didn't think you'd be spending your long-awaited break on making this—disregarding the money you spent on the boxes and boxes of clay; the same money you were saving for a fun little trip—you never considered yourself much of an artist. but who would have thought that things would turn out in such a way, ending in your trip getting canceled, and you picking up sculpting? you never really tried it before, simply because of how daunting the challenge was—not only did you have to give depth and color to your sculpture, you'd have to gently mold it to the perfect shape, painstakingly carve out the details and smoothen the surface. you couldn't slack on any part of the process despite how irritating it would become. you'd have to give it life, the kind that art gives, with your own hands, changing the inanimate lump of clay into a part of an almost realistic image.

maybe that was a bit of an exaggeration—you had only made a few small things with modeling clay before this, and it was unlikely you'd do as good as a job as you'd like. today marked the start of your first big project, a life-sized sculpture. after spending hours glued to your screen as countless videos played, and finally deciding to go for it a week ago, you were obstructed by what should have been a simple decision—stumped about what to sculpt. making one of yourself felt a little awkward, and you didn't really want to try recreating a celebrity. just when you were about to settle for making an animal, strangely enough, the answer came to you in a dream.

when you went to sleep a few nights ago, you had a strangely vivid dream of an ethereal person—someone so mystical that it felt otherworldly. that unexpected vision seized your mind and you decided—that was who you'd sculpt. despite it having been days since that dream, even the most minute details were still fresh in your memory. the gleaming fangs, sharp and delicate, the glossy, dark hair, the smooth voice that wrapped around a single word—too muddled to decipher—the shaky echoes of which reverberated within every corner of your mind, the unreadable expression in his eyes, glowing lowly in the dark, and the unmistakable pair of horns. he was not human; you were sure of it. even before catching a glimpse of those beautiful horns, you felt it, deep inside, that he was something very different from you. the moment his hand, manicured black nails contrasting with fair skin, gripped your forearm firmly, right before he uttered that word, a peculiar sensation overcame you. a sense of dread and fear washed over you, but at the moment you were unable to move or to wake up.

whoever he was, whatever he was—regardless of whether he was even real in the first place, you knew you were going to sculpt him. if your mind was clear, you wouldn't have attempted to make this, knowing you'd probably just mess up the picture of someone so beautiful, but you felt like that vision had bewitched you. you couldn't stop yourself from following through with it once the idea settled in your mind. muttering a quick word of encouragement to yourself, you finally start, eyeing the boxes of clay and heap of wires nervously.

it had been a couple weeks since you started your little project, and you had made considerable progress. the proportions surprisingly worked out right, and despite the uncontrollable slight trembling of your hands, the features you began carving were mostly realistic. you quickly realized you probably wouldn't be able to work on anything below the shoulders, not having enough clay or energy, but that helped you focus on the face. you could have sworn, though, that last night the nose looked a little high and the eyes a little too wide apart from your recollection of the man, yet when you had woken up, it was perfect. an eerily splitting image of the man from your dreams except for the fact that it was gray and pliable.it had been a couple weeks since you started your little project, and you had made considerable progress. the proportions surprisingly worked out right, and despite the uncontrollable slight trembling of your hands, the features you began carving were mostly realistic. you quickly realized you probably wouldn't be able to work on anything below the shoulders, not having enough clay or energy, but that helped you focus on the face. you could have sworn, though, that last night the nose looked a little high and the eyes a little too wide apart from your recollection of the man, yet when you had woken up, it was perfect. an eerily splitting image of the man from your dreams except for the fact that it was gray and pliable.

as you firmly reshaped the jaw with your fingers, you thought back to your dream. honestly, it was impressive how accurate you had gotten the image so far. the sharp lines that made the eyes, if colored, would look just like those from your memory. could you make these glow, too? the slope of the nose, looking perfectly natural, and the pointed ears—somehow, you just knew the exact shape of them despite how much of it was blocked by his hair. speaking of, his locks, although they were made of clay, fell just as gracefully on his forehead and splayed over his shoulders in that effortless way he had it.

honestly, you were impressed by your own work. you couldn't believe you did all this by yourself.

you try to think back to the shape of his mouth, the fangs inside of it—how did something so deadly look so elegant? it suited him. on him, the feature that should have your instincts kicking in and forcing you to run, made him look all the more charming and drew you in. you can remember he was wearing something quite outlandish, a finely crafted outfit, though one very different from your usual clothes, with something resembling a wide collar around his neck—you'd have to remember to make that.

although you had never made anything remotely similar to its shape, it was surprisingly easy to make the curved horns that rested on his head. while you could've sworn you initially made them a little smaller and smoother, the slightly bigger size and ridged texture did resemble the real thing better. of course, since your sleeping hours were so inconsistent, it was normal to have blanks in your memory. you probably worked on it when you were half asleep in the dead of the night.

after finally finishing up the details, you put aside the paint you mixed earlier for the last part of the project. the shades were a little unlike what you were expecting, but you had to make do. you were actually quite disappointed with it, thinking it might ruin the overall sculpture if the colors looked wrong, but even if you wanted to do it again, it would be a waste of money to get more. these were close enough, you supposed. under the right lighting, it would be somewhat accurate, and nobody but you had seen that mystery man anyway. with that thought, and one last, lingering look at the gray creation that sat on your working table, you switched off the lights and left the room.

there was no way this was your work.

you squint at the little bottles of paint, confused by what you were seeing. no, you remember, when you left these last night, the colors were different. the green for the eyes was dull, the dark array of green, blue, and black for the hair was drab and unnatural, and the colors you picked to paint the skin were all tinted with gray. the mixed paints you were seeing now, however, were anything but. the colors were rich and vibrant, an exact match, and if you looked closely enough, it was almost as if they were glowing.

you're sure the paint didn't look like this last night. at first, there wasn't even an inkling of doubt in you, because you could remember your dilemma last night, worrying about the color and not being able to fix it. but then, what happened? there was no logical explanation for this phenomenon—unless the paint was supposed to turn lighter over time, even then, that wouldn't explain the completely different shades. The vibrant, rich colors were nothing close to the abomination you had last night.

a small part of you was worried, fretting about what this could mean, but a larger, louder part of you insisted there wasn't any need to look too deeply into this. even if someone broke in, why would they have stopped by to mix paint for you? and how would they have known the exact colors you needed? it was very possible that under the dim lighting and through your tired eyes, the color seemed a lot more different than it actually was, but now, well-rested and energized, you saw it for what it always was.

deciding to put your doubts behind you for now, you prepare to paint. you've come this far, and you desperately prayed you wouldn't mess up this next part, fearing that all your efforts would be in vain otherwise.

slowly, you begin to see it come together. it took tediously long for each layer to be completed, mainly due to your increasingly frequent breaks. even then, by the end of the day, you were mostly completed. with painting the face. you took a break and had your dinner, glancing back at the sculpture with exhaustion obvious on your face. you weren't sure what you were subconsciously expecting from making this, slaving away for weeks by now, but you were relieved it was almost over and mostly accurate.

although you knew you should leave the details for last, you had a strong urge to paint the eyes. you felt like painting the eyes would bring the work to life. those vivid, glowing eyes were forever burned into your memory, and you thought it to be one of the most beautiful things about that man. well...even if you messed up, it was alright. after all, it wasn't like you were making this to be evaluated by others. seized by the idea, you quickly grabbed the airbrush and set to work, the paint glowing unusually bright, ominously in its container.

until you entered the room, your morning had been perfectly normal. nothing was out of place, and nothing felt different. but once you glanced over at where the sculpture was resting overnight, you were taken aback by the sudden extra presence in the room with you. looming over your desk, cradling the almost finished sculpture to their chest, was a mysterious cloaked figure. you watched, mesmerized by the scene as the stranger held your weeks' worth of hard work to their eye, closely studying it. they turned the sculpture around to further observe the details, and when they raised it up to the light, you recognized the hand that caressed the stained clay, the sight of glossy black nails still fresh in your memory. as you stand, frozen in place, the intruder slowly turns around. after a few moments pass in silence, he finally spoke.

"i see," his eyes and tone betray no emotion to you, "that you received it."

you're not sure what it he's referring to here. the initial dream you had of him, perhaps? or the convenient, unacknowledged help throughout the process—the meticulously mixed colors, and the little modifications? was that his work, after all? the lingering question of what you had gotten yourself into echoed in your mind. regardless, you can't manage a response yet, still unable to completely process what was unfolding.

"i appreciate your efforts very much. this is a truly wonderful creation, and almost identical to me. it is only right that i give you something in return, yes?" your lack of response doesn't seem to bother him, "well, what should you like? or would you prefer it if i were to pick out something for you?"

"you can leave."

you're not sure where the courage to say that came from, but you force yourself to hold back anything that would break your fragile facade and fix the scowl on your face. even if he was beautiful and something otherworldly, this wasn't right, or safe. how did he even get inside? why was he here?

he seems to think over your reply and takes a few, slow steps towards the door but stops to glance back at you, heavy cloak brushing the floor with every slight movement, "that wasn't what you really wish for, right? i can only give you something you wholeheartedly desire. in order to respect the thought and effort put behind this," he gestures at the statue, and it only occurs to you now that he was still holding it. strangely enough, the thing seemed to be glowing a faint green, "i should give you something just as meaningful. if you're too shy to say anything, i can just as easily find out myself."

"the only thing i want is for you to leave," you feel a tinge of regret as you look at the sculpture, thinking back to the painstaking process of making it, "take that if you want, but leave me alone now."

"you don't want to let go of it," he smiles wryly, "you want something more than just that..."

he's making his way over to you, yet you can't hear a thing. even as you can see his heeled boots landing sharply on the tiles, his cloak sweeping over them right after, you can't make out a single click of the heels, or anything else, for the matter. it's as though your head was underwater, ears waterlogged and unable to capture any sound coming your way. it didn't help that your head felt heavier, too, as he came closer and closer, glowing pupils locked onto your cowering frame. you knew he was tall already, but with the way you were sinking onto the floor, he felt, and looked, like he was towering over you, above you—as though emphasizing the difference between you and him, in both power and position, if his demeanor so far told you anything so far.

"dearest, there is nothing wrong with desiring," although he was speaking softly, his words seemed to echo around the room, bouncing off one wall to the other and slamming back into you, "even if the...subject of your desire seems impossibly far away—i would know better than anyone else. what i'm trying to say is, if you were to accept your true desires, you would only be reciprocating mine."

you blink owlishly up at the stranger, feeling something stirring in your stomach. he was so beautiful but dangerous. how ironic was it that there was something so alluring about that danger, that darkness that surrounds him? it only added to his mesmerizing beauty.

"we've never met before, have we?"

"not that you might be aware of, but i have caught a glimpse of you before. can you imagine, for me to be so taken with you by just the fleeting moment that you walked past, how deeply you have struck me? how devoted i am to you, who knows not of my existence?" there's a wistful expression on his face as he answers your question, a faraway look in his eyes before he grounds himself again, watching you once more.

"i would like to bring you somewhere," he finally breaks the building silence, gesturing to the empty air beside him, "perhaps, we will find something that suits your tastes there, if you can't find it in me."

"i don't even know your name," you protest weakly. deep down, you were already convinced. you had a feeling he knew that you were, too.

"my dearest," there's a slight frown threatening to mar the perfectly balanced expression he adorned, and despite yourself, you feel upset at disappointing him, "my name would not be familiar to you. but if it pleases you, you may call me malleus. now, would you follow me for a while? i want to show you everything i am, and everything i can be for you."

he has, you note, a manner of speaking that never failed in captivating you, almost hypnotizingly. you had to force yourself to not get deceived by the syrupy tone and the tempting offer. you were already so bored, and a trip to some mystical, unknown place was oddly enticing, more than it should have been. the dangers and the risks associated with it flew over your head, so bewitched by the person in front of you. and when he peered into your eyes, something so raw and desperate, yearning shining in his orbs—or was that just the natural glowing color it had? still, when he was looking at you so deeply, a forlorn expression on display—

"if only you open your heart to me, my love, you'll see that mine was always in your hands."

—how could you say no after that?

he conjures a mirror from behind his back, large and gleaming. you don't even stop to consider how such a feat was possible. suddenly, the bright surface turns dark, a murky shade of green, and he reaches out to grab your hand. blindly—foolishly, you stumble behind him, into the darkness. around the two of you little green lights, bright and hypnotizing, fly around, as though creating an invisible barrier. even with the numerous little lights surrounding you, you find that you can't see a thing apart from him. you can feel his hand still wrapped around yours, and for some reason, you haven't tried to pull away. or maybe, you did try, but he wouldn't let go. you can't quite tell what was happening.

his honeyed words, his gentle voice, his firm grip, all of it hid from you from the cruel reality, and the impending aftermath. as you step out again, him close by your side and your hands still held in his, you're far too mystified by what feels like a whole new world you've walked into, to notice the mirror quickly shattering into pieces at his feet, turning into dust moments later. within an instant, it disappeared into nothingness, as though it was never there in the first place. who could blame you for not noticing, when the world stretched out in front of you was so different from anything you had ever seen before? the colors and the lights illuminated something beyond your understanding, and you were so taken by the sight that you hadn't stopped to consider what this all meant, being brought to a foreign world. you hadn't even thought about how you might return or when—naively believing your companion would bring you back.

how could you, as a regular person unaware of his world and its rules, have known that the mirror was your only way home?

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why are you in my apartment? (II)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Jamil Viper, Kalim Al-Asim, Epel Felmier, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Ortho Shroud, Idia Shroud, Silver, Sebek Zigvolt, Lilia Vanrouge, Malleus Draconia.

Summary: Everything was supposed to be better when you got your own apartment to call home. So when you got home one day, why was was there some weird guys in your home?

Note: I know I tend to leave the relationships up to interpretation and not divulge into it too much, but know that Ortho’s part is NOT romantic. His part is purely platonic, more like he’s seeking another sibling relationship/dynamic. Whenever I wrote for Ortho, it will always be platonic, it will NEVER be romantic. [ Added ] FINALLY. It’s finished. I feel like it’s way longer than the first part despite there being the same amount of characters and trying to keep the content amount the same. On google docs it says it’s about thirty-four pages. Please, I really hope you guys like this one because I worked hard on it and it took a while. Plus I kept getting stuck on parts.

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why are you in my apartment? (I)

Warning: Yandere. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Cater Diamond, Trey Clover, Riddle Rosehearts, Jack Howl, Ruggie Bucchi, Leona Kingscholar, Floyd Leech, Jade Leech, Azul Ashengrotto.

Summary: Everything was supposed to be better when you got your own apartment to call home. So when you got home one day, why was was there some weird guys in your home?

Note: Yeah, I know, I have requests waiting. Don’t worry, I’ll get to those, but I just had this idea and I wanted to write it while I was motivated to so do. Also, I planned to do everyone but this got really long so here’s this for now. [ Added ] Wow, this took a long time, like three days, give or take. Y’all better enjoy this because it’s a long post too, like seventeen pages on google docs.

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A Yandere twisted wonderland: fanfiction

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Pomegranate 🌺

Context:

There a story about the king of the underworld who feed his wife a pomegranate that made her unable to leave his side. Would such thing also be of a use to make you stay by their side?

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» TWO WORLDS : a Twisted Wonderland rant as I empathize with poor MC.

This is the song I was listening to when I started thinking of this, it really puts you in a mood, and yes, I did watch Stranger Things, thanks for asking.

I just realized that the reality of Yuu/MC in twisted wonderland it's just really sad, given that they do carry memories from their previous world, which is showed to be the case since MC tells Crowley about their world.

Imagining TW is a completely different world from Earth, in which they showed up mysteriously – in a coffin, woken up by a talking blue-fire-cat, as if just going to another world wasn't enough of a terrifying experience already – possessing nothing of theirs (no phone, no wallet, no documents, nothing). So pretty much the only connection between them and the world they're originally from is their memories.

How sad it must be to want to see your family, but not being able to contact them at all. To want to listen to your favorite song, but it simply doesn't exist in this world and you have to content yourself with whatever you can replicate of it in your mind.

Walk around campus and see friends getting up to shanenigans or witnessing as stress and emotional distress cripples them (overblots) missing your own friends from your own world but having no way to reach them or even know if they're alright.

Miss the comfort of what used to be your safe havens (your own room, your own bed, your own home) while everything just feels like a never-ending sleepover where you have fun, you make new friends, yet the time you're supposed to go home never arrives.

Powerless in a magical world where you not only has no magic, but no documentation, no money, for all that world cared, you didn't exist. So you're stuck there on the whims of a headmaster that very much seems to dismiss his own duties – including finding a way to send you home – while tasking you with difficult and probably life-threatening missions, threatening your means of survival (such as shelter, food, money) if you don't comply to his laughable demands.

All you can do is wait around as time passes, handle whatever situation that crazy world throws at you, slowly getting attached to the people there (even though they're all various degrees of asshole) and your memories from home start getting hazy as memories tend to do.

How did your mother sound like again? You remember her words, but you can't seem to remember the timbre. You're sure your father had a beauty mark... Was it on his chin? Or perhaps under his eye...? Your best friend dyed their hair all the time, was it blue the last time you saw them? Or was it red? Perhaps it was purple... Wait, no, that's Epel you're thinking of.

You can't help but wonder – during wide awake nights in which you stared at the ceiling, Grimm snoring beside you – will you ever go back home? Or will you be stuck there long enough to the only thing connecting you to your own world is a tight feeling in your chest, as you long for something you don't seem to remember what it is.

But what if you DO manage to go home? Will you long for Twisted Wonderland as you long for Earth? Miss the friends you made there, the late night walks with Tsunotarou, the back and forth between Grim, Ace and Deuce, the sharp bickering with Leona, the fun times with the first years, cooking with Jamil and baking with Trey, carpet rides with Kalim, self-care days with Vil and Rook, the chaotic shifts at Monstro Lounge as you worked alongside Jade, Floyd and Azul, and so many more.

Would all those memories fade away with time, too? If you go back, will there be a time when you won't be able to recall in which side of his face Ace would draw his heart? Or perhaps it would all feel like a dream once you go back? A long, magical and stressful dream, and it would disappear from your mind as soon as you rationalize being awake in the real world, as dreams tend to do.

The longer you stay there, the more difficult the choice gets. Stay or leave? Old world or new world? Go back to the people you long for but you're slowly forgetting or stay with the people you're growing fond of and afraid of forgetting?

That's a tough choice. And there's no right or wrong answer.

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Jade when asking a sick Yuu to let him take care of him Jade " Let me take care of you before I have to "take care" of you. Azul calls you a poor unfortunate soul and probably has a potion or way to just give your cold to someone else. underhanded but effective and fast Floyd might hear your sick and take it as worse than it is. What if yuu gets even weaker? What if he has to stop squeezing them totally? He's fully on board to make them feel better.

Floyd when in a focused mood makes the best soup. He may get a bit too excited when he feeds you.

Jade is straight up a butler. He will even bathe you himself if he has to.

Azul knows every remedy known to man

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You walk in on him when he’s naked.

A/N - @kotaro16 No explanation. Please ignore my obvious bias-

Tw - Suggestive

Leona Kingscholar, Rook Hunt x gender neutral reader | Separate headcanons | Very Suggestive

Leona had just came out after taking a shower when the door to his room creaked open and you entered. You stopped in your tracks when you caught glimpse of glistening dark tresses, surprised green eyes followed by a teasing smirk.

Your attempt at an escape was thwarted when he slammed the door shut just as you were about to step outside. Your back hit his chest at the impact and he brought his lips near your ear and whispered sensuously, “Herbivore, what business do you have in the lion’s den? Care to tell me?”

It sent shivers down your spine and without thinking you turned around to blurt out, “You should keep your door locked!”

That’s when you realised for the first time that he was really, really close to you. And he was stark naked.

A low chuckle emerged from his chest, “Do you like what you see, herbivore? I don’t mind giving you a better view by pinning you under me.”

When you walked into his room, you found him in front of the mirror. Just the usual, right? Wrong! He was completely naked even as he turned around to greet you with a cheerful smile. Did he not realise how… indecent and hot that was? Maybe that was the point.

“Ah, trickster, I have been waiting for you!”

What?! He had been expecting you? Like that? Telling him to back off would definitely make him stop but you’d have to beg him to get dressed and explain why the sight of him naked in the middle of the day can be unnerving, and maybe attractive?

Sir, put on some clothes and pass some holy water because after the sight you witnessed, the Great Seven knew you needed it.

“Trickster, some day we shall shun these mortal robes and become one with Mother Nature. So, let us free our body and soul from this prison.”

Yeah, your soul was really struggling to escape…

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Malleus Draconia as your husband.

A malleus x fem reader (married life headcanon)

Life with malleus would be full of entertainment, he is a very loving man and he always make sure to show how much he loves you.

On your wedding day he was so nervous when you didn't show up in time , he was afraid that after all this time you were not feeling the same feeling he felt. But then there you are walking down the aisle with Crowley standing next to you like your father.

He was so stunned his eyes are about to cry when he saw you wearing a white dress and a veil that covers your head elegantly. Even Vil was feeling proud . You were walking towards malleus and finally crowley takes you to him he is so dramatic that he cried and said" i will leave the prefect in your hands Mr.draconia , please do take care of her"you felt somewhat touched by his word and then you and malleus face the father which is not really surprising to find that it was lilia, you guys first listen to his sermon and then grim give your rings. You put on malleus as he put the ring on your ring finger. You said your vows that you felt somehow decent but when you heard malleus vows you cried a lot. " My dearest Human. I have lived for many years the days months and years felt nothing but a second to me , but then when i meet you it feels like the time had slowed and i felt like i am alive. You were the only person who made me feel like this strange, happy and a little sad . And now it is my time to make you happy , it's time for me to repay your kindness my love . In this ring will be the symbol of our new beginning as one, and with this wedding will you take me as your husband in sickness and in health? Will you be my wife my dearest Human? " You sob while saying i do and then he kissed you passionately , filled with love

That night was your best night you guys made love to your heart's desire, and ever since that day he treated you as his loving wife, you guys may not always together because he is a prince and he has many duties, but he always make sure to save some time for you . And he never fail to make you happy.

Bonus: you found out that you we're pregnant, you didn't tell him this because his birthday is just a month away and what better present could he ever get? So you wait till next Month and it was his birthday you blindfolded him ( because you are short to reach him and cover him with your hands) " dear why do i need to be blindfolded ?" He asked you, and you let him sit first you place the box in front of him " ok now im gonna remove this and you can open your eyes" you said removing the blindfold. He opened his eyes and saw the box he looks at you confusedly " open it" you said he opened it and see your ultra sound he still looks confused then he saw the pregnancy test."im pregnant!" You said he was so happy he lifted you and twirled you . He said to himself that he had never been more than happy knowing that you are going to be a family. He was there the whole time by your side during and after the pregnancy . You guys had a healthy girl . And he will soon add more for sure

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SAVANACLAW TWST LINE STICKERS

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if you're planning to make it an emoji to your discord server, the file is not 256kb so you'd have to decrease the file yourself (or i could make a separate one but idk)

had a bit of trouble on jack's part but i went with "I'll take care of it" since it makes much more sense （＾ワ＾）

i guess octavinelle is next 👀

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"Disney Twisted Wonderland Exhibition | The World Born from Villain 😭🖤

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🧡 P.O.VEE 🧡

Based on this vid!

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Hello all well? , I saw that I had the order box open then..Could you write a scene where malleus (Twisted Wonderland) catches Yuu(fem) singing "once upon a time a dream"? and this ends up causing a cultural confusion because this song was considered a lover's confession song in his kingdom and he thinks the man's daughter is confessing to him? is he likes her and that's why he does a duet with her?

Hi anonnn!! This idea is so cute! & Thank you for your patience!

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• During the quiet night, all of ramshackle dorm was dark except one window where you could see lights turned on and illuminating the balcony on which the dorm's leader Yuu was quietly singing a song to herself.

• the moon that shone brightly in the dark night sky was the only thing that emitted light on the pathway Malleus was currently walking on, He'd often take walks around ramshackle dorm, And after a recent incident ; involving students causing a ruckus in the middle of the night, he had come by to make sure that there wasn't anyone to disturb his dear friend Yuu's sleep.

• Malleus successfully checked the dorm's gardens and the forest for other students, the last place he had to check was behind the dorm and the front.

• he had silently walked by the back of the dorm near the balcony when he heard singing. At first he thought that a student from another dorm had sneaked into ramshackle to play a prank again. But, when he looked up and squinted his eyes at the figure that was barely illuminated by the light provided from inside the dorm he recognised Yuu.

• Curiosity immediately hit him so he started listening to what song she was softly singing to herself.

• And the song he heard her sing wasn't just any song, it was one he recognised very well and had always wished to have someone sing to for him since he was a little hatchling. Lilia had always told him stories about it and how one day he'd find a person he loved very much and who loved him back, and the two would sing the song to eachother to profess their undying love for one another before marriage.

• looking around at the balcony where Yuu was currently watering some magical plants Malleus took a peek around to check if there were any other student with her or if it was just him there... And it was just him. Now he was surprised.

• Had Lilia told Yuu about the courting tradition of confessing one's love by singing this song? Yuu had taken an interest in the valley of thorns and did want to learn about to custom's there and history of the kingdom. This was her confession to him after finding out about the tradition? Although he would have liked to try what was called "dating" first he doesn't mind heading straight into marriage. After all he does like her a lot, she's one of the kindest people with the most golden heart he's ever met.

• Malleus put two and two together : about how he had told Yuu earlier that he would come by to check on her and the dorm for intruders, how the plant that Yuu was currently watering was a flower which was only present on romantic occasions, and how Yuu was currently singing a lover's confession!

• All signs lead to one ; Yuu must be confessing to him!!!

• And while Malleus felt a bit confused he also welcomed the unexpected "confession"

• *Poof! MAGIC!*, Silently appearing on the balcony and careful as to not scare her too much he quietly walked behind her and put his arm around her waist as he joined in on her singing.

• Yuu shrieked, quickly turning her head around to look at who sneaked behind her and had their arms around her waist. When she saw Malleus she relaxed and let him take her by the hand and lead her into a dance while signing along to the song.

• ’” But if I know you, I know what you'll do ‘“

• ’” You'll love me at once ‘“

• ’” The way you did once.. upon a dream “‘

• Taking her hand in his Malleus led Yuu into a dance around the balcony, slowly swaying with her and staring into her beautiful (e/c) eyes. The way she looked with the light gently illuminating her form from behind was truly mesmerising.

• ’” But if I know you, I know what you'll do ‘“

• ’” You'll love me at once ‘“

• ’” The way you did once upon a dream “‘

• When their song ended Malleus kept on swaying with Yuu and she chuckled. "Don't sneak up on me like that, you scared me!" Yuu lightly scolded "My, you weren't expecting me to show up for your confession?" Malleus replied looking amused.

• "What confession?" Yuu asked, tilting her head to the side "Your marriage confession beastie." Malleus stated pausing in his steps.

• "What marriage confession?" Yuu furrowed her eyebrows. "Did Grim say something about me getting married again?!" Yuu asked looking irritated at the thought of Grim causing her yet another unwanted headache.

• Malleus looked at her dumbfounded "That song... It's a marriage confession from my kingdom." Malleus explained and Yuu turned pale when she heard his words. "Really?" She asked "Really." He confirmed

• "Oo...ohh" Yuu laughed awkwardly "It's just a regular song in my world." She explained. "You mean... Where you're from this song isn't used as a love confession?" Malleus looked surprised as he asked.

• "Yeah... It's just a regular song" Yuu explained

• There was a really long and awkward moment of silence between the two before they both started laughing about the misunderstanding between them.

• "I don't understand how you humans confess to eachother then" Malleus said "I mean, if it's a marriage proposal we just buy a ring get down on one knee and ask the other person to marry us." Yuu laughed. "That sounds easier and quicker to do than sing a song... I'll admit." Malleus chuckled.

• "Very well then" Malleus smiled causing Yuu's breath to hitch in her throat, the way his sharp eyes looked at her with resolve was oddly new, she'd never seen a look on him like that and it made her curious about what he was going to say next

• Malleus got down on one knee lifted Yuu's hand to his lips and gently kissed the top of it. "Beastie will you marry me?" He asked.

• Yuu burst out laughing "Yeah, just like that. That's how people propose!" She laughed, petting Malleus on the shoulder.

• "Anyways, You're going to go on a walk right? I'll get some snacks for us to eat and then come with you!" Yuu exclaimed turning around and heading inside the dorm.

• "What an amusing night" Malleus thought as he chuckled and followed after Yuu.

→›⟩ Thank you for reading! ⭐

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