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satoruin · 1 year

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➣ not-so-secret late night rendezvous

pairing: malleus draconia x gn!mc

word count: 3K

summary: while the vdc group stays over at ramshackle, they notice you have a frequent visitor

notes from lee: i’m rusty with long pieces so i hope this is okay ish? takes place during book 5 when the vdc group is staying at the ramshackle dorm but i haven’t read book 5 since it released so it’s not entirely canon compliant… also way more ace-centric than i realized oops i love adeuce

You had abandoned the hope of falling asleep easily once Crowely oh-so graciously allowed the newly formed VDC group to take up temporary residence in Ramshackle. When either or both Ace and Deuce stayed over you could deal with their moderate snores, however, snoring amplified by the seven extra people staying in your dorm was disrupting to say the least.

Despite all the boys being the next room over, the snoring seeps through the rotting wood floors and poorly constructed walls.

In hopes of trying to tire yourself out, you decide on a midnight stroll. Something that has been a recurring event even before your visitors. And maybe you have an inkling of hope that there will be another visitor when you get outside.

You feel the need to be quiet and sneak out, hopeful to not incur the wrath of Vil despite you being the dorm leader of Ramshackle. The window in your room has provided many nights of escapes, but it still takes an effort to push it open enough for you to get out. It only takes a few steps across the patchy roof before reaching the fire ladder. When your feet hit the ground you can already see the green fireflies that swarm the area and it instantly puts a smile on your face.

If the others within the dorm were not up earlier from the scolding Vil had given them, they were more than awake at the footsteps on the roof. Of course, it could have been passed off as the ghosts, but the creak of the rusty ladder gives you away to those inside the house. A quick check into your bedroom proves that it’s you out of the dorm and not one of the VDC members. Vil is largely unconcerned, you are just a manager after all not a performing member, that is until Trappola calls out from the bottom floor.

“Oi! What’s Malleus Draconia doing outside?” Now this peaks Vil and the others upstairs’ interest. Already pressed to the glass window in the seating room are Ace and Deuce, the others join shortly.

“What is this fuss about Draconia being outside?” VIl questions and the redhead shivers at the tone of voice he uses. Instead of answering anything, Ace points outside to where you stand animatedly talking to the prince of Briar Valley. Everyone just now coming to witness the scene outside the window reacts similarly, shock. All inside the house knew of Draconia’s reputation, but there you were chatting away with him like an old friend.

Despite the seemingly friendly conversation between you and the fae, the way Malleus looked fondly down at you did not escape the watchful eyes of the Rook, “Quelle beauté! The love between the Roi des Dragons and the Trickster is blooming right before our eyes!”

The three first-years mashed into the glass pane let out a simultaneous groan. “How come the Prefect didn’t tell us they got into a relationship!” “Bleh who even wants to be in a relationship?” And similar remarks left the boys’ mouth, but soon quieted when they watched as you started back towards the dorm. Their blabbing had cost all of the bystanders to lose track of Malleus who had seemingly left.

“Back to the room. Not a word of this to the Prefect. It is up to them to tell us about their relationship, not your incessant meddling.” Vil sternly ordered and the boys trudged up the creaking stairs before you came back.

Despite what Vil may have told Ace and Deuce about not meddling, you were their friend! If anyone would be allowed to meddle it would be your best friends, no? At least that’s what Ace had convinced himself of and later Deuce despite his reluctance.

They have a momentary break in the grueling practice and that’s when Ace decides to pry. You sit near the sweaty boys and offer up bottles of water, but it feels mostly like moral support. “So Prefect, you’ve been here for quite a while now, so’s there someone you're crushing on?” Ace asks, trying to be nonchalant.

“Is this some roundabout way for me to ask you if there’s someone you like?” You laugh at the red-head when he turns as red as his hair in embarrassment. “I take that as a yes?”

“No!” He waves his hands and you laugh at him again. “What’s wrong with your best friends wanting to know something like that?” Ace nudged Deuce, making him the accomplice to this encounter.

Before Deuce can protest, the two of them are yanked up by their collars. “If the two of you have energy to move your mouths, I’m sure you have the energy to continue practice.”

You laugh at Ace once again and shout a wish of good luck at him and the innocent Deuce.

After the catastrophic failure of the afternoon, Ace decides to take a different route: asking Grim. Once again he makes an assumption that if anyone would know about your relationship it would be your friend (though Ace is unsure if Grim counts as a friend or a pet).

The cat-like creature seems to be asleep at the moment, but Ace’s curiosity is strong enough to be the one killed by the cat. He pokes Grim and he yawns. “Whatcha want that you needed ta wake the Great Grim up?”

“You know the Prefect better than anyone right?” Ace asked tentatively.

Grim rolls over, trying to get comfortable once again before answering, “Just ask my henchman yourself, there’s no need to bother me.”

Ace rolls his eyes but presses on, “Well if it’s your henchman you should know if something in their personal life would affect them serving you, yeah?”

Grim rolls over to face Ace once again, “What could they be doin except being my henchman?”

“Oh well, I heard something about them dating Malleus Draconia, but if it hasn’t been affecting anything then it’s probably not worth talking about.” Ace shrugs, but he knows that Grim is interested in helping him now. At least he thought so, but Grim fails to respond and Ace is met with soft snores.

Ace groans, yet another plan of his: failed.

You crawl into bed, hopeful that maybe tonight you can rest. Grim follows suit and snuggles up next to you. He talks to you about the homework and other classes from the day and it’s not unusual. After a period of silence, “You won’t stop being my henchmen, right?”

You ruffle the fur on Grims head and laugh softly, “What gave you that idea? We’re two halves of a whole, literally.”

Grim exclaims and moves away from the hand that pets him, “I knew you would never leave such a great mage such as myself! Ace told me about some dragon and I didn’t want you to think that you were able to have a new master.” He returns to your side and curls up next to you to fall asleep and says nothing, leaving you confused but you brush it off.

Even though Vil had scolded Ace about staying up not long ago, he still dragged himself and Deuce down to the window where they watched you and Malleus meet. It’s been maybe a week since they last saw your rendezvous with the fae, but Ace is determined to make sure it was really.

Deuce yawns from behind him, “Maybe they aren’t in a relationship? It’s ok for them to just be friends…” Deuce’s head clanks against the window as he tries to go back to sleep.

“But the Prefect always wakes up happier when they’ve seen Draconia the night before! And don’t you remember the first night when Rook was here and he said somethin’ about the two being in love?!”

“It’s not that big of a deal is it? Just let the prefect tell us if or when they want. You’re so obsessed over this like you’re in love with the Prefect or something.” The sleepy boy mutters, but Ace picks up on it.

He laughs haughtily, “Like I would be in love with a pathetic person with no magic.” His tone quickly softens as he voices his real concerns, “I just worry about them ya know? Draconia is a scary dude and I wouldn’t want the Prefect to get hurt. Not because I care about them or anything, but because then I wouldn’t have a place to stay when Riddle kicks me out.”

Ace looks out the window for any signs of you but the field in front of the house is empty. He sighs and drags Deuce up the stairs with him.

Green fireflies fill your gaze and your hairs stand on edge at the powerful magic in the air. Despite the odd feeling you can’t help but smile when Tsunotaro appears.

With the VDC competition just around the corner, Vil had given you tickets but as you would be on the side stage you had no use for them. And the only person, well fae, you could think to give them to was Tsunotaro.

“Child of Man, it is always a delight to see you.” He cups your cheek gently.

Despite feeling a little flustered, you continue with what you wanted to say and fish the tickets out of your pocket, unintentionally breaking his hand off. “Vil gave me tickets for the VDC but I don’t have any use for them so I thought I would give them to you! I won’t be the one on stage but I’d still really appreciate it if you came to watch what I helped put together.” You flash a lopsided grin at the fae and hold out the ticket to him.

His eyes widened in shock. “You wish to invite me to this?” You nod earnestly and he laughs. “Perhaps it is because you are not of this world, but you are certainly naive, little one. Very well, but I will need to find an adequate way to pay you back.”

“Oh! That’s not necessary!” You’re about to ramble but Tsunotaro interrupts you with a kiss on the forehead.

“I will have to teach you the rules of the fae soon, Child of Man. But for now, let us go observe the gargoyle on the south grounds together.” He tucks the ticket into his pocket carefully and holds his hand out to you. You take it and he intertwines your fingers easily.

The night before the VDC it seems no one is able to sleep. Crowded around the window are all seven members of the squad, watching as you converse, yet again, with Malleus.

Watching the two of you has become somewhat of a pastime in the time the group has spent in Ramshackle.

But all of them are growing increasingly frustrated at the way both of you seem to skirt around your feelings. Of course, they have no way of knowing what is actually going on as they can’t hear you, but your body language is enough. Plus all the times you’ve woken up and come into practice with a silly lovesick smile is pretty telling.

“He’s standin’ so close to them! Can he just bend over and kiss ‘em?” “It’s absolutely nauseating seeing Draconia like this, doe-eyed for our Manager.” “Do you think the Prefect invited him to the competition tomorrow?”

The boys quiet at the mention of the competition. The whole reason for coming down to peek into your rendezvous with Malleus was to distract themselves from the impending nerves.

Vil is the one to break the anxiety ridden air and ushers all of them up to the room and in good timing too. The door creaks as you come back inside the dorm. Everyone in the dorm is plagued with emotions, good or bad, that make it seemingly impossible to fall asleep.

The day of the VDC comes and everything goes awry at Vil’s overblot. Though it is not your first overblot, being magic-less during it really takes a toll on you. You hate being useless during these times, there’s nothing you can do besides offer moral support, de-escalating the situation after, and a shoulder to cry on.

The adrenaline fades away and the boys collapse on the broken stage. Their heaving breaths are audible and their body language tells you of their exhaustion. You’re not exactly sure what to do, but the presence of powerful yet familiar magic washes over you.

You whip your head around to see the horned fae and you want to run up to him, but you’re just as tired as everyone else plus a little lightheaded from the poisonous air. Instead you simply call out to him, “Tsunotaro! What’re you doing here so early?”

It’s as if everyone sitting in the rubble has regained energy as they all repeat your pet name for the fae, but much louder. Though it’s not a shock that you know him, they’ve all witnessed your late night trysts, but for you to call him ‘Tsunotaro’ instead of something more respectable is… surprising.

Grim’s eyes light up with recognition at the nickname. “This is the ‘Tsunotaro’ ya were fawnin’ over? The nickname makes sense since he does have those horns growin’ out of his head but…” Grim trails off and you’re thankful he shut up. You didn’t need Tsunotaro to hear about your crush on him.

Thankfully he’s grabbed by Deuce so you don’t have to shut the cat up yourself. “Grim, you need to respect your elders,” Deuce scolds through a forced smile.

“It seems I’ve arrived a bit early. Though I’m unaware of how you all expect to perform on a ruined stage.” His tone is a bit teasing and it’s groundbreaking for all that have regarded Malleus as scary. And for those that have interacted with him, it’s weird to hear him talk so tenderly.

“Oh, well you see… there was kind of an overblot.” You smile at him, as if the overblot was not a traumatic experience you and the others barely survived.

Malleus’s eyes widen, “I did not sense an abnormality of magic, nor did anyone else for that matter. I’m pleased to see that you are all okay though.”

He looks around the stadium to assess the damage. “I suppose this counts as my payback for your invite, little one.” He pats your head gently and smiles down at you. The overwhelming sense of power washes over you and sparks seem to fly out of Malleus’s hand. In an instant the previously damaged stage is restored.

“Woah,” you breathe out softly. You look at him with stars in your eyes. You’re still unaccustomed to such flashy magic or really magic at all. The others behind you, while admiring Draconia’s handiwork, are completely astonished, and maybe a little frightened, by the enormous gap in skill.

“Please, such magic is child’s play for a mage of my caliber.” He responds to your praise. Coming from anyone else it would sound arrogant, but as one of the top mages in all of Twisted Wonderland, it was deserved. “I’ll return when the competition draws closer. I expect to be enthralled by your performance, after all it is due to the effort of Schoenheit you have gotten this far.”

The fae walks over to you where you sit and crouches down. He reaches his hand out towards your face but stops just short, hovering and hesitating. Malleus resigns and ends up dropping his hand back to his side all together. You don’t voice your disappointment, but the others do.

There’s a collective groan that’s quick to catch the attention of both you and Malleus. Ace is a myriad of stupid, hence he is the one to speak up out of all the members, “Great Sevens! Are ya shy? The Prefect clearly wants you to kiss them and everyone can tell you want that too so just do it! We watch the two of you meet up practically every night and every single night you chicken out.” Ace sighs, but quickly realizes. “Uh, I mean this in the most respectful way, Mr. Draconia, sir, highness?”

You’re embarrassed, was it really so easy to read your disappointment? But more importantly, “What do you mean by ‘we’? Are you telling me everyone that’s stayed in the dorm has watched me and Tsunotaro hangout?”

You look at them expectantly and see them nod. Jamil scoffs though, “You call that a hangout? It’s without a doubt a date.”

“I didn’t want to assume…” you trail off. You turn your head to look at anywhere but Malleus, embarrassed and a little flustered. It seems like the universe is intent on letting the prince know exactly how you feel.

The boy in question places a hand on your knee to turn your attention to him. “Were you not aware that I am courting you? I thought I made it fairly obvious.” He seems confused but his words have that teasing lilt that seems to become apparent when talking to you.

“Courting is like dating right?” You ask, cocking your head to the side. You hear another collective groan, but it seems Malleus is as clueless as you are.

“Is that what they call it these days?” The fae mirrors your expression. Perhaps this is why the two of you seem to be perfect for each other.

“Please talk about your relationship status later. We need the Prefect for rehearsals.” Vil tells his classmate impatiently. Though he is quite pleased with the events that have unfolded, nights spent at the window watching you two was not a waste after all.

Malleus kisses you swiftly, having made up his mind due to the words from the others. It takes all you have not to grab him by the lapels and keep his lips glued to your own. But having your first kiss with Malleus in front of your friends is enough to remind you to practice self-restraint.

He smiles at you softly, “I will see you later, darling.” He swipes at his uniform, ridding it of any debris and takes his leave after giving you a quick peck. You stare after Malleus longingly before Vil claps his hands.

“As lovely as that was, we have a championship to win.”

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viviennevermillion · 1 year

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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

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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.

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pedrithink · 1 year

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texts w/ kylian

notes: just some random texts with kylian ;)

you: DID U SEE THAT???????

kylian: WTF

kylian: WHAT’S GOING ON

you: baby i’m so confused rn

kylian: wtf did he do with our taytay

18/04/2023

you: i can’t sleep

kylian: gimme a call, baby.

you: nooo :( i feel so bad because it’s so late already

you: why are u up btw

kylian: because i heard my phone buzz

kylian: but you don’t need to feel bad ever,

baaaby.

kylian: i would love to help you to sleep

you: you woke up just from that small buzz from my text?

kylian: i had my ringer on so it was a ring

you: why do you have your ringer on?

you: baby, you need to sleep properly.

kylian: in case you call or need

something from me

20/04/2023

you: [photo]

kylian: you’re so damn gorgeous

kylian: i’m so lucky

kylian: je suis fasciné par ta

beauté (i am fascinated by your beauty)

kylian: not even joking

kylian: you look stunning, babe.

you: hey 😞😔

you: love you so much

21/04/2023

you: you’re my baby girl 🫵🏻

kylian: what

kylian: stop acting like my mom that’s weird

kylian: oh wait…

kylian: no, don’t stop.

kylian: mommy 🤭😏

you: got you 🥵

22/04/2023

kylian: i love you

you: no you don’t

kylian: baby…

kylian: it's not because i didn't hang

you with my thighs that i don't love you 😞

you: this is literally the cruelest form of betrayal

24/04/2023

kylian: hey

kylian: your mom called me

kylian: she said that u were feeling sad

kylian: what happened? 😟

you: nothing, baby.

you: don’t need to worry

you: just college stuff and the total failure that i am

kylian: heyyy, don’t say that.

kylian: tell me what’s going on baby

kylian: i just hate to be far away

from you in these times

you: i’m gonna fail in this exam i just know it and i’m panicking and crying

kylian: hey no negative thoughts ok?

kylian: you can do it

you: no i can’t

kylian: i believe in you

you: 🥺😢😓

kylian: answer my call

25/04/2023

kylian: don’t leave me please i’m

nothing without you

you: ???

kylian: i love you

kylian: i would kill for you

kylian: i sound like a psycho but

it’s just that i love you so much

you: wtf u can’t even kill an ant

you: what’s going on

you: are you drunk or smth like that

kylian: i just saw that u liked

chris evans new pic

26/04/2023

you: wow i’m so jealous

kylian: ah baby

kylian: don’t need to

kylian: i’m all yours 🥺

you: what

you: i’m not jealous of you

you: i wanted to be the one holding messi

27/04/2023

you: eaaaating pasta todaaaay

you: missed thisss 😩😫

kylian: that’s great, my love.

kylian: i’m happy.

you: hm…hey?

you: what’s going on

you: what happened

kylian: nothing, baby.

kylian: just a shit day

you: can i call you?

kylian: please

29/04/2023

you: want me to buy something at the market?

kylian: no babe that’s fine

you: ok got you

you: i will be home at 7 pm or smth like that

kylian: drive safely

kylian: love you

you: love you baby

you: see you soon

#kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe fluff #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x you #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe fanfic #football one shot #football x reader #football fanfic #kylian x reader #kylian imagines #football imagine

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hisui-dreamer · 1 year

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eyes on the target

Pairing: Rook Hunt x gn!reader

Synopsis: Rook offered to teach you archery, but what you didn't expect is to get overwhelming close to him.

Tags: pining, crushes, archery, rook speaks french, reader has strength in their upper arms (i dont), bot proofread

Word count: 712

Notes: rook's been on my mind/page too much lately, so here is some basic rook thirst hehe

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The cerulean sky stretched out like an endless canvas, a perfect backdrop for the exquisite day. Not a single cloud marred its perfection, leaving the serene expanse of blue completely unbroken. It was as if the sky had been painted by a master artist, each brush stroke carefully and meticulously applied.

But that sight paled in comparison to the man before you.

Rook stood with his bow and arrow, his emerald eyes narrowed with laser focus, shining like precious jewels in the sunlight. His hair flowed like liquid gold, dancing with the wind in a breath-taking rhythm. With a fluid motion, his fingers delicately plucked at the taut string, as if coaxing a melody from an instrument. His muscles were like sculpted marble, chiselled and defined, each movement a work of art in itself. You felt like a delicate flower in his presence, swaying in the breeze at the mere sight of him, yet transfixed, unable to look away as he released the string. The arrow shot forth like a bolt of lightning, finding its mark with lethal accuracy.

It was as if he was not quite human, but some kind of ethereal being, too perfect for this world. You longed to etch the image of him in your mind, to savour this moment of beauty and awe.

"You make it look so easy," you said, unable to hide the admiration in your voice.

Rook turned to face you, a cheerful glint in his eye. "It's all about technique, Trickster," he replied, brushing off his display of skill with a charming smile. "Are you ready to learn?"

Feeling self-conscious and flustered by his proximity, you nodded hesitantly. Rook positioned himself behind you, his tall frame casting a warm shadow over yours. As he leaned in closer, you could feel the heat of his breath on your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"Relax," Rook whispered, his tone as soothing as a gentle breeze. "Focus on the target, and breathe in." His gloved hand gently guided yours as he showed you how to hold the bow, his touch igniting a fire in your veins.

You closed your eyes, taking a deep breath to calm your racing heart. With Rook's hand on yours, you drew the string back, aiming at the target with trembling fingers. His close proximity made it hard to concentrate, but his voice was a constant reassurance, guiding you through each step

"Good," Rook said, full of encouragement. "Now, release."

You let go of the arrow, watching it fly through the air and hit the boss with a satisfying thud, only slightly off-centre. Rook applauded, his face beaming with pride. "Beauté! You're a natural, Trickster!" he exclaimed, his eyes sparkling with admiration.

You felt a heat rising in your cheeks as you blushed at his words, the gentle curve of his lips making your pulse quicken. "It's all thanks to your guidance," you replied.

"C'est n'importe quoi ! You’re truly talented!" Rook exclaimed, taking a step back as he gestured for you to take another shot. You could feel his eyes on you, watching your every move with a piercing gaze that made your heart race. You had always wanted him to notice you, but with his predatory gaze on you, it was both exhilarating and nerve-wracking.

As you focused on the target, the sound of his voice filled your ears like a warm embrace, reassuring and comforting, making you feel safe and secure in his presence. And with each successful hit, you felt like a flower blooming under his praise, your heart soaring with joy and pride.

Like an hourglass with sand slipping away, you felt time slipping through your fingers, wanting desperately to grasp onto the moment forever. You couldn't help but want the moment to last forever, the warm sun on your skin and the scent of fresh grass in the air, and his attention solely on you.

Little did you know, he had the same exact thoughts. His eyes fixated on you, his heart throbbed in unison with yours, and his mind was filled with thoughts of your presence. He wondered how long the tantalizing dance of courtship would continue, and how many more moments like this would be stolen away before he could call you his.

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#twstnexus #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twisted wonderland rook #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x mc

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yunarim · 9 months

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So I've been listening to a lot of Swan Lake lately (and I've recently been listening to the Barbie in the 12 Dancing Princesses theme on loop for the past half an hour) and this got me thinking.

What about the Pomefiore trio and a female ballerina!reader who was an accomplished ballerina back in her world?

Maybe they see her dancing in an empty classroom and then get shown recordings of her performances on her phone (that was transported with her) and they are just spellbound at the elegance of her dancing.

Thank you.

── ⋅⋅⋅ FEEL MY RHYTHM | follow the song and dance in the moonlight

♩ ⁺✧ fem!reader (she/her), ballerina!reader | vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier note — aahhh sorry for taking so long ;; i hope it's okay and you enjoyed the fic!

VIL SCHOENHEIT sighs in disappointment when another student who tries passing a casting for a new project he assigned fails miserably. Rook beside him claps, blooming with ‘beauté!!’ nevertheless, while Epel who got dragged along sends mental signals to the failed student to cheer up.

Vil thinks it’s easier to rewrite the whole plot of the play he’s preparing for the theatre club’s project or maybe make Rook or Epel learn ballet in a span of two months. He dismisses the casting and claims he needs some fresh air because it gets almost unbearable.

It’s not like club members or just anyone in school needs to know how to dance ballet. It’s not like people who tried (and failed) are bad dancers either, they just lack the elegance and the right mood needed for the story. Vil sighs, stepping out of the building.

A light, gentle music plays somewhere. Vil heads out towards the sweet sound and hears someone counting beats. How curious, why would such majestic music play out of nowhere? Moreover, beats counting?

He then sees you. The shoes you usually wear are left all forgotten near the tree right next to your other belongings. Your gaze is full of concentration just for one mere moment before the look in your eyes changes drastically, a dreamy fleur blossoms instead. Vil’s breath hitches when he sees pointe shoes on your feet. Your legs are steady yet don’t lack spring ability, your every step is filled with grace and make your figure seem light and almost doll-like. The way you raise your hands, even no unnecessary angles in your finger joints, how your eyelashes flatter under the setting sun — you’re flawless.

He watches you performing till the very end, you don’t even need music to express what the dance was supposed to be about — your every movement is filled with emotion. You blink your concentration and turn to Vil, finally noticing him. He explains to you there’s a project he’s arranging and whether or not you’re interested in taking part in. You accept his offer.

Vil returns to the Pomefiore ballroom in a brilliant mood, surprising Rook and Epel and claiming he found a real gem. The next day you send him videos of your previous theatre plays you did back in your world, and he can’t help but save them all.

When you finally perform on stage again, you feel alive and happy. Vil watches you backstage after playing his part, and tries to remain professional when Rook points out it’s his turn again and he needs to join you on the stage, because he gets bewitched by your dance every time he sees it. Suggests you to continue your career in Twisted Wonderland and even says he would be happy to design outfits for your plays. Smirks proudly when hears students discussing your dance with ‘Did you know that Prefect is a ballerina?!’, ‘Sevens, I never knew she’s that elegant!’ and such.

It is no wonder ROOK HUNT is interested in Art (capital letter is essential). His aesthetic appreciation scale was suffering a deficiency in something extraordinary, novel and totally unique, a 100% of pure Beauté in all its might.

It is nice — to be able to sneak out from the campus to go on something people would call a stroll, but it is nothing else than an observational journey for Rook. Seeing city lights creating a certain atmosphere when entering a live theatre is magnificent and genuinely romantic.

Rook’s smile is plastered on his face when he’s watching young people play, giving their everything, but something still tells Rook it’s not enough for him to return back home yet. The play ends, Rook congratulates actors by giving them splendid bouquets and goes outside. It’s strange — the stars are already glowing in a gorgeous magnificent night sky, but he almost feels with his own skin that somewhere nearby something’s radiating a warm light.

Indeed, he finds its source. A small park near the theatre is lightened up a bit, a flashlight’s ray in a fixed position. Rook chuckles, deciding to observe the place a little more, and then he gasps.

It’s you. How very interesting—what would you do in such a place outside of the campus late at night? A flashlight serving as a spotlight, and… Ah, what beautiful pointe shoes you’re wearing! Your lips let out a small exhale before you straighten up and take a position; a tender melody heard ever so slightly in the earphones you wear.

You perform a bewitching pirouette, absence of heaviness in your tiptoes. You seem to soar like a graceful feather, and even despite the clothes not intended for ballet (except for pointe shoes), you demonstrate impressive marvels of refined technique and skill. Rook knows what it takes to dance so gracefully like you do. It’s not just the ingenuity you’ve certainly got, but also passion. It’s not the dance you perform, it’s life in all its finesse and sincerity. Rook doesn’t need a grand music to understand what you're saying through the little performance, he feels it.

When the song ends, you change the pointe shoes you were wearing into your normal ones, and smile.

“Mon cygne, could you please allow me to appreciate your gracefulness?”

You jolt, but giggle the second Rook takes your hand in his and presses a weightless kiss on your palm.

“I don’t mind,” you answer. “I wanted to try applying in the theatre nearby but I haven’t practiced for a while…”

You then show him your previous performances back in your world, and he’s completely spellbound by your allure. Worry not, you’ll definitely get the role you want, and who knows, maybe an extremely loyal admirer as well?

Let’s be real, EPEL FELMIER hates Vil the second the dorm leader assigns him with a certain oh-so-important-task. Epel survived a strict diet (which was actually quite healthy but oh come on, Epel wanted those new chips which appeared in Sam’s shop so bad), but dancing? Hello?? He’s in a Magift club?? No?? Okay.

Epel’s furious. He doesn’t want to take extra dancing classes. Moreover huh, ballet out of dances! Breakdance sounds quite cool, why not that? Isn’t like, all dances are nice and all about technique and things? Epel sighs in frustration while heading out to the Pomefiore ballroom. He has no idea how in the world he would practice. Vil stated he should start by watching videos he sent, but what was with the smirk on the dorm leader’s face when Epel said he can watch videos in his room or literally anywhere else?

“Stupid Vil,” Epel claims and doesn’t even notice music playing quietly in the ballroom he’s about to enter.

He opens the door, his gaze right on the floor even the second he closes the door, and the second he makes his way into the room, he suddenly screams.

“Woah,” Epel hears someone near him being surprised but somehow in a calm voice?

Epel shifts his gaze to what—or actually who—almost smashed him down to the floor, and gasps.

It’s you. You don’t seem really surprised, your lips parted just slightly, but… Hey, how did you manage to raise your leg so high?! Are you even human, like this flexibility is no joke at all! Epel notices your outfit and pointe shoes you’re wearing, and goes all awestruck and confused.

“Did you just,” he says, staring at you in shock. “Almost smashed me with your leg.”

“Yes,” you admit. “But thankfully I was quick on my reflexes to do a third arabesque just in time. How come you did not notice me?”

“Ergh, I was kinda lost in thoughts… But girl, you’re insane though. Never knew you could dodge so well just by dancing— Ah.”

You look at him in confusion when he gasps and suddenly laughs. So that was what Vil meant by smiling so suspiciously!! No wonder he told him to come here when you’re the one who dances. Who would have thought you can actually learn some helpful moves with a ballet out of all dances?

Epel tells you about the whole plan Vil set for him, and when you agree to help, he shows you the video he sent and wonders why you're grinning so much.

“What’s the matter?”

“Have you not realized yet? It’s me. It’s my performance.”

“NO FREAKING WAY??”

Okay, he definitely underestimated ballet. And do you think he could actually accompany you one day?.. Well, at least you two may try fighting with all the pirouettes you want to teach him.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #vil x reader #rook x reader #epel x reader #pomefiore #vil schoenheit #rook hunt #epel felmier

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originalaccountname · 5 months

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Fun BSD French translation details and choices - Episode 4 (by someone who does not understand Japanese but thinks the differences with the English translation/subtitles are fun)

General notes:

Nothing worthy of mention this week, except that Akutagawa's coughs sound painful and like he's running out of air. Help him.

Today's quotes:

VF: Ça suffit comme ça, les déchets. (That's enough, you trash.) Eng: Stop it, fools.

VF: Pourquoi cette question, ma beauté ravageuse? (Why this question, my ravishing beauty?) Eng: Why would you ask that, bella donna?

VF: Hé bien, c'est que la note que vous nous devez est au moins aussi ravageuse que moi! (Well, it's that the tab you owe us is at least as devastating as me!) Eng: Because you have racked up quite a tab.

#last quote is using the same word with different connotation but also it could be taken as ''that's a pretty tab you there!'' as in #it's way too high that's a big amount right there #what's that i have to make interpretation choices when translating no way #bsdrewatch2023 #bsd french dub adventures #bsd #bungou stray dogs #apparently i talk sometimes

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bluesylveon2 · 5 months

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Simeon sitting under a tree

Rook, appearing from said tree: beauté! You look like prince!

Simeon: ha...ha...I guess so

Rook: nonsense, Prince Angélique!! Your beauty is marvelous but not enough to meet Roi du Poison

Simeon: thank you?

(Note: Prince Angélique means angelic prince and I used Google translate)

#twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst #twst incorrect quotes #obey me incorrect quotes #obey me simeon #om simeon #rook hunt #twst rook #I swear Octavinelle will make an appearance in this series but idk where 😭#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me nightbringer

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au-jardin-de-mon-coeur · 2 months

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Ma randonnée du jour à Sollies-Pont - (Var)

Comme un appel à toucher le ciel, où chaque pas nous délivre d'un fardeau parfois trop lourd à porter, où Dame nature est généreuse de beauté et de bonté.

Ici, tout aime, tout respire, tout déborde d'humanité. La randonnée devient un grand moment de poésie, des naissances qui vibrent, chantent, sur chaque note du psaume de la création.

#au-jardin-de-mon-coeur ✒️

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chicinsilk · 1 year

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US Vogue February 1, 1970

Marisa Berenson poses for Estée Lauder beauty products.

Marisa Berenson pose pour les produits de beauté d'Estée Lauder.

Photo Bert Stern vogue archive

#us vogue #february 1970 #beauty 70s #1970 #beauty note #note beauté #estée lauder #marisa berenson #bert stern #skin care #re-nutriv

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lisaalmeida · 2 months

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Poème :

′′ Ce n'est rien de ton corps ′′

Jaime Sabines

Ce n'est rien de ton corps,

Ni ta peau, ni tes yeux, ni ton ventre,

Ni cet endroit secret que nous connaissons tous les deux,

Fosse de notre mort, fin de notre enterrement.

Ce n'est pas ta bouche-bouche

qui est comme ton sexe -,

ni la réunion exacte de tes seins,

Ni ton dos doux et doux,

Ni ton nombril, où je bois.

Ce ne sont pas tes cuisses dures comme le jour,

Ni tes genoux d'ivoire au feu,

Ni tes petits pieds sanglants,

Ni ton odeur, ni tes cheveux.

Ce n'est pas ton regard - c'est quoi un regard ?-

Triste lumière égarée, paix sans maître,

ni l'album de ton oreille, ni tes voix,

Ni les cernes qui te laissent dormir.

Ni ta langue de vipère non plus,

flèche de guêpes dans l'air aveugle,

ni l'humidité chaude de ton étouffement

qui tient ton baiser.

Ce n'est rien de ton corps,

Pas de brin, pas de pétale,

Pas une goutte, pas un gramme, pas un instant :

C ' est juste cet endroit où tu étais,

ces mes bras têtus.

Jaime Sabines (25 mars 1926-19 Mars 1999)

Il était un poète et politicien mexicain reconnu comme l'un des grands poètes mexicains du XXe siècle.

Peinture :

Belarmino Miranda Montoya - De la série Manantial, 2005

Huile sur toile, 110 x 150 cm

Belarmino Miranda Montoya, né à Medellin (Colombie) 1966

′′ Amoureux de l'AMOUR, je pense que je suis un peintre fidèle à l'amour pour la femme ; je veux juste exprimer la beauté de son corps, à l'intérieur d'un fort mais très pur érotisme, sans aucune occultation, de femmes qui sont des emblèmes de la perfection physique, des corps qui crient, livrent, approximation, femmes qui s'imposent.

Je peins l'amour qui n'a pas peur de révéler quoi que ce soit, parce qu'il donne, mais toujours avec un grand humanisme, hautement signifiant, toujours de la main de maîtres anciens et toujours amoureux des femmes hautement poétiques qui irradient beauté, joie et beaucoup d'érotisme ′′

′′ Un artiste ordinaire se contente de son œuvre. Un artiste extraordinaire ne trouve jamais la perfection, il y a toujours autre chose à ajouter, à chercher, un coup de pinceau de plus, une note de plus, une ligne de plus.

La beauté d'une œuvre d'art est dans l'œil de l'observateur. L ' art est dans l'essence de tout être humain, les uns pour le créer et les autres pour l'admirer."

Source : SABINES, JAIME. <<Poèmes en liberté>>. Alliance éditoriale

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faebaex · 9 months

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Hi! I love our stuff and thank you for posting even if you don't chose or get to mine! Thanks so much with sharing your talent! <3

Name: Robyn

Gender: Male (red curly hair/blue eyes if that comes up)

Scenario: just something with Rook! Maybe something protective or sweet! Anything would be amazing with our adorable, ridiculous Frenchman! :D

author note: helloooo sorry this took so long ;-; I really love all your works, your poly Octavinelle is just *chefs kiss* (⁠♡⁠ω⁠♡⁠ ⁠)⁠ ⁠~⁠♪ I hope you enjoy!! Rook is so goofy, what will we do with him~

characters: Rook Hunt x M!Reader

"Beauté!"

"100 points!"

"My beloved trickster, you look divine!"

Endless compliments had been flowing from Rook's lips over this past week. He often complimented you, but recently it was like he had gone into hyperdrive, often waxing lyrical about how you were born from the tears of Gods, how you were brighter than the light that shone from the moon and how the sweetest of bird songs could never compare to your voice. It was becoming a bit... Much. And you weren't the only one noticing.

"Rook has been a bit..." Deuce hesitated as you, him and Ace walked through the main college building after a long day of classes.

"Unhinged?" Ace added unhelpfully, cheeky smile on his lips as he walked with one arm behind his head.

"That's rude, Ace." Deuce chided, but his expression said he didn't entirely disagree, "he's just been very... Into you lately, Y/N." Deuce finally said, and you could feel your cheeks turning red at the comment.

"Yeah, what was today's poem? 'Everyday with you gives me a thrill, my dreams you richly fulfill', yada yada yada?" Ace teased, his grin widening when he saw the red tint on your cheeks flush down to your neck.

"Come on, Rook always compliments everyone he sees..." You retorted, keeping your eyes on the ground as you knew your rebuttal was weak at best. Ace scoffed and Deuce shook his head, his lips pressed into a thin line.

"Please, you can't tell me you actually think he serenades everyone like he does when he sees you." Ace gibed, and Deuce couldn't help but nod in agreement. "He got down on one knee in the cafeteria the other day to offer you a napkin." Deuce pointed out and you felt your cheeks grow hot again as you remembered the scene. Thank Seven that Vil dragged him away before he could continue.

"So, like... Are you two dating?" Ace blurted out, his and Deuce's curious eyes on you now. You squirmed, fingers fiddling with the hem of your blazer as you kept your eyes glued to the floor.

"No! Of course not... I mean, I don't think so?" You felt your blush deepening with every word you spoke and you opened your mouth to retort further when you were suddenly interrupted by a shout from nearby.

"Trickster!"

You, Ace and Deuce all froze in place as you recognised Rook's voice calling out to you. You didn't have a chance to react as he was already walking towards you, his usual whimsical smile on his face as he stopped in front of you.

"My, your face is rather red, Trickster! Like the ripest of apples! Is everything all right?" Rook inquired, and you heard Ace snort beside you and you dug an elbow into his side. If Rook saw, he said nothing, keeping his eyes trained on you with his usual fanciful smile on his lips.

"Yes, yes. I'm fine, Rook. Did you need something?" You said, fluster obvious in your tone as you tried to pat at your cheeks discreetly, as if that would somehow will away the colour in your cheeks.

"I wondered if you had a moment to spare? It would make me the happiest man alive if you would grace me with your presence for a walk around the grounds?" Rook all but sang, his hands gesturing in his usual eccentric manner. It looked like he'd break into another one of his compliment filled routines any moment, so you quickly stepped forward and agreed in hopes of saving your cheeks from colouring any further.

"Y-yes sure, that would be nice..." You looked back at Ace and Deuce, giving them an awkward smile and a small wave, "I'll see you guys later." Ace and Deuce both uttered farewells, but could not hide the curious looks on their faces as they watched you and Rook walk away.

You let Rook lead the walk, even as he kept close to your side, close enough that your arms were brushing against each other. You felt your face growing hot again. In an attempt to compose yourself, you broke the silence between you, "Rook, can I ask you something?"

"Of course, Trickster! I adore your questions!" Rook responded with a flourish, turning his green eyes upon you once again. Hunter's eyes, eyes that felt like they tracked your every move, you could almost feel a shiver ready to run up your spine. You cleared your throat and looked away briefly, finding it easier to ask your question when you weren't staring directly into his unnerving gaze.

"Um... Well..." You began, and Rook hummed in acknowledgment, his eyes still on you, and you suddenly felt so much more self conscious. However, you swallowed and carried on, "you know lately... You've been very..." You paused.

"Yes?" Rook enquired, whimsical smile still on his lips, his face giving nothing away.

"Well... You've been giving me a lot of compliments lately... And other things... And it's been a bit... Much..." You had finally mustered up the courage to look up at Rook again, only to cringe back when you caught sight of him.

Rook stood, his eyebrows raised, with his hands pressed dramatically over his heart.

"Mon dieu! Trickster, I can't believe my displays of affection have caused you distress! Oh, how I lament this turn of events!" Rook mourned, his hand raising so the back of it rested against his forehead as he leaned back, like he was a damsel in distress.

"Rook--" You tried, but he had already began.

"It can't be helped, when I see your shining beauty, my heart soars--"

"Roo--"

"My, it is a shame... Nay! A crime! That the rest of campus is largely unaware of how brightly you shine!"

"Rook."

"Why, is it not admirable that I make it my mission to enlighten the masses to your precious allure?"

You bit your lip as you watched him continue to wax lyrical about you once again.

"I would be able to retire a happy man if I knew but a few were enlightened to how wonderful you truly are." Rook finished, taking his hat off with a flourish.

Silence fell between you, with you and Rook left staring at each other, him in his ridiculous, flourished pose and you, awkwardly with your hands at your sides. The silence stretched between you, only to be broken by your undignified snort as your stiff composure crumpled in a heap of giggles.

"Rook, you are ridiculous!"

You wiped at the tears that were forming in your eyes as you laughed uncontrollably, feeling your ribs ache from your mirth. When you finally were able to look up at Rook, you could see a cheeky glint in his eyes as he righted his hat back onto his head.

"Ah but Trickster, you love it." The smile Rook wore was rugged and charming as he made his way back to your side, curving an arm around your back as he guided you to continue your weekly walk, which you always eagerly anticipated.

"But can you tone it down a bit? Vil will string me up if he catches you on your knees in the cafeteria again!" You asked with a pout.

"Non, non Trickster! I can tone, but the direction will not be down!"

"Rook!"

#twst #twisted wonderland #Rook Hunt #rook hunt x reader #rook hunt x y/n #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst rook

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mote-historie · 4 months

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Léon Benigni, Cover Illustration for Femina Magazine, Modes d'hiver, circa 1929.

Biography

A leading fashion illustrator, draughtsman and lithographr, Léon Benigni worked with such designers and couturiers as Jeanne Lanvin, Marcel Rochas, Elsa Schiaparelli, Lucien Lelong, Jacques Fath, Jean Patou, Nina Ricci and Cristôbal Balenciaga. He produced drawings and cover designs for such magazines as Harper’s Bazaar, Femina, La Donna, Art Goût Beauté, The Bystander and Modes et Travaux, and also designed a number of travel posters in the 1920s and 1930s (notably one for the spa and ski resort of Brides-les-Bains in the Savoie region) and advertisements for Cadillac and LaSalle cars. In an appreciation of Léon Benigni, published in an English magazine article in 1933, it was noted that ‘M. Benigni is known to thousands through the medium of the leading fashion magazines. This young Frenchman has brought himself to the front rank of modern fashion artists. He has developed a style which fits perfectly with present ideas of fashion. Modern fashions contain an element of caricature, though they never lose their delicacy and charm. These qualities are apparent in Bénigni’s work. In avoiding heaviness and an exact representation, he works in line, and his line work is light and suggestive enough in its simplicity to hold all the attraction so necessary in publicity. The female face is depicted almost as a formula of design. The thin lines in which it is traced are not an accurate representation, but it is impossible to deny the conviction of reality carried by the design…an addition or alteration to any of these drawings of Bénigni’s, in the form of a few extra lines or corrections, would ruin the effect. They are, for their purpose, complete as they stand.’ (x)

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villaim · 2 years

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guided access — event — window meet up

+ rocks tap at the glass, "who could be here at this hour?" you look down to see none other than them. at 2:00 am.

genre — fluff, crack-ish, drabble

notes — g/n reader for the most part, m!reader on rook (use of monsieur), breaking in? (malleus is the only one who knocks)

a/n — TUMBLR TAGS KEEP FUCKING WITH ME IM SORRY FOR THE REPOST

# — ace, rook, malleus

+ || ace trappola —

"hey! mind helping me up?" ace looks up at you, at the window still.

you rub your eyes, "why are you even here?!

it's the dead of night, ace."

“i thought you said that when the clock passes twelve, a new day is formed." ace shouts back.

throwing down a rope, you yell at him to hurry in before somebody catches you both.

"what brings you here, trappola."

ace grunts, "so formal... we are literallydating."

“just tell me why you're here before i throw you out the window." the moon shines through the open window, wind blows in.

"i was bored."

…

"okay fine! riddle kicked me out.”

"again?! ace, you need to take more responsibility.”

"riddle can suck my toes for all i care! i'm gonna stay here for the night and there's nothing you can do about it.”

the urge to throw ace out the window was real, however, you gave in, pushing ace onto the bed while pouncing on him.

"S/0?! What's gotten into you?!"

"go to sleep i'm done hearing you."

"so blunt, but anything for my babe."

"oh my seven. do not ever say that again."

+ || rook hunt —

"monsieur! i make my arrival!" rook announces as he climbs in through the window.

"why. are you coming here.. at two in the morning.

rook starts poking your face. "to see your beauté of course! why, you look so beautiful at any hour! weather it be day or night, you bless us with-"

"rook, i love you dearly but you know vil will kill both you and i for being up this late?"

rook's eyes went wide as he pursed his lips. finally, he announces, "do not fret, i shall sleep here for the night."

the world was dark, however, rook saw through to your soft blush.

"what will vil do in the morning when you aren't there?"

"i’Il be back before he rises. now lay back down."

“so persistent..” sighing, you flopped onto the bed, rook following behind you.

"no need to be shy! come closer."

"that's so creepy.” you laugh.

rook inches closer, your heartbeat increases.

“i apologize for not being able to be here when you arise." his words can be felt as he breaths into the back of your neck.

"i don't mind; just don't get caught by vil. i want to spend more time with you.”

rook giggled at your word choice. "goodnight, s/o."

—

rook took a photo of you sleeping when he woke up. (its his new home screen and he actually thinks you look beautiful in it. you don't /j)

+ || malleus draconia —

2:03 am can be read on the clock. cramming for exams can be so exhausting… you were soon interrupted by a knocking on your window.

you look out to see malleus, crossing his arms with a small bag in his hands.

"malleus?? it's so late why are you here." you said in between yawns.

"i could ask you the same thing. it's not good to stay up late. especially if you're a human." malleus frowned a bit, "i thought you'd be used to me showing up late, no?"

you sighed, "come inside, it's cold out."

he let out a sly smile, “the cold never bothered me anyways."

you somehow felt you heard that line somewhere, but shrugged it off as you opened the window, letting the heir in.

"thank you, i'm simply here to show you some books i thought you may be interested in."

you watched him pull out books. some focusing on briar valley's history and some involving mortal magic.

"we may read them together if you wish; however if you don't like them then i-“

you cut him off immediately, "i love you."

malleus's eyes went wide then he let out a smirk, "i love you too." pulling you into a kiss.

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