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schoenht · 7 months
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EVENT ERA?!!!
Could I please have “they’re busy” with Vil Schoenheit 😘😘👑😘👑😘👑😘👑 and Rook Hunt
- 🦋 Anon
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↝ "they're busy"
character: rook hunt
note: EVENT ERA WHATS GOODDDDDD i just did vil's in the previous post <3 so im only doing rook!!! I hope you enjoy!! I actually had fun with him omg im pleasantly surprised
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EVENT IS CLOSED!
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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
dark content creators & consumers do not interact
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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.
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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.
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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. 
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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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flavorita · 1 year
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Big tiddy but with Malleus, Lilia, and Rook? 🥰 (your work is fantastic, take your time)
MALLEUS MALLEUS I LOVE MALLEUS OMG THANK YOU
This is going to be so biased 😭
Big Breasted Fem!S/O Headcanons NSFW 🔞
Lilia, Azul, and Riddle
Jamil & Ace
Includes: Malleus & Rook (separately)
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GENTLEMAN NUMBER #1
Does not care about the size of ur badonkers until the day he lays his head on them
"Ah, so this is what heaven feels like"
Completely zones out if you're petting his hair at the same time
You'll have to shake him out of it to bring him back to reality
Will constantly bother you after that to let him drift off in your embrace
"Y/N, can we partake in the activity that we conducted yesterday? No?... But why?.... You have homework? I see..."
Cue one sad dragon staring at a clock until you let him sleep on your breasts again 🥺
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GENTLEMAN NUMBER #2
Loud af tho
Will not shut up about your breasts or any part of you and your body for that matter
At least every word out of his mouth is artful and poetic unlike a certain green haired loser
"The roses wither at such a sight. The rocks envy your back's might."
Half the time, you have no idea what lyric he's gonna spit out nor what it could possibly mean
Please tell him to tone it down for everyone else's sake
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gyarunie · 10 months
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My fav twst(s) in each dorm with an s/o with sensitive skin
(A/N): literally idk what my condition is but yeah! if anyone knows this condition i will be very happy to know. and this is pretty self indulgent.
is there any sensitive skin gang here in the twst fandom?
(C/W): skin problems, romantic relationships, GN and POC friendly reader
Requested? : no/yes
Trey
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The first time you sneaked a strawberry into your mouth he didn’t think much of it, seeing you eat was a pleasure after all.
After a few minutes a scratch-like mark showed on your skin without any explanation.
Trey traced it with his finger lightly which made it a little itchy, because it tickled.
After you explained that it was pretty normal to have these sorts of red marks that reminded you of grim scratching you.
He looks out for you more often because anything you might eat can make you skin flare up, even if it doesn’t hurt or anything like that, he just cares for you that much.
Leona
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Okay this asshole probably found out while he was tutoring you, well it kind of felt like he was dozing off while you studied for your life. (Because it was)
While “tutoring” you he playfully traced his nail on your arm.
And after a half a minute, there was a big mark and it literally looked like he scratched you very lightly.
You looked at him with a 😐 face
And it started to itch so you scratched it, and it spread. Leona would look at you in the most unapologetic face ever.
“That means a little scratch will show people that you are all mine”
Floyd
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Man i would hide the fact my skin is so sensitive from him.
The moment and i mean the moment he finds out that you have sensitive skin. You are in for a ride.
He literally bites you, and he doesn’t have to put in effort to make you bleed. He literally grazes his teeth over your shoulder or hands and it FLARES up
this bastard will purposefully make marks on your skin and i kid you not, he will draw a penis on your skin and some stupid stuff and he would giggle a lot.
he loves the fact you have sensitive skin tho
Jamil
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oh man, while you were eating something that you bought outside, a mark appeared on your right thigh, it was bumpy and itchy.
Jamil took a double take on what the hell just just came into his vision. he stops chewing and looks at your thigh with wide eyes.
after finishing his food, he asks about what happened and once you tell him about how sensitive your skin is and he tries to find medicine for your skin sensitivity
he will get a routine for your medicine and makes sure that he will cook you something after a lot of research.
monthly doctor visits
Rook
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mf probably wants you to try everything that would possibly make you itchy.
Rook would want to more about the condition, he wants to learn everything like a good hunter.
He would watch with unblinking eyes and just stare at you while he waits for marks to appear. He sounds sadistic but he really does care for you.
He gets some cream and medicine that will calm them down, and they were recommended by vil himself.
Creepy asf tho -2/10
Idia
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I honestly don’t think he would be super confused about it, i think he would have some problems of his own.
Idia looked at the mark but didn’t say anything because he thought that it wasn’t his business.
But he did some more research and found different remedies for you
He would write his name on your skin just for shits and giggles. Idia has cold hands despite his hair being on fire, he will cool down the mark for you <3
Malleus
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You are in very good hands, i believe he knows a lot about everything.
The first time he saw it was when you accidentally scratched yourself against a thorn (near diasomnia)
It didn’t bleed but the scratch was very very visible, so he asked you about it with a cocked head.
Honestly unless it hurts you or makes you uncomfortable he wouldn’t stress over about it all that much.
Malleus looks at you with worry whenever you scratch that specific part tho, he will heal them lickety-split
©2023 gyarunie, do not translate, repost, copy, edit my work in any way.
Reblogs help! ♡
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robo-milky · 1 year
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Happy Valentines Day 🏹💞 (Left to right)
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kalims · 2 years
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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"
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you like me, don't you?
heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :
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"why? are you displeased about such a thing?" vil voices. there's nothing really that would discern any sort of negative intent towards you in his face other than pure beauty and of course. his classic raise of the brow, even such a simple action looks magnificent on him.
if there's anything you know about vil it's that he's very dedicated, loyal. he's a lot of things; beautiful, strong, smart, any synonym of the word 'perfect' might suit him as better. but he certainly isn't a liar, and his words clearly imply no objection to your cheeky statement.
you bite back a smile of your own. "of course not. what about you?" at the expense of awkwardness you unconsciously look away. shyly if you'd admit, but you won't because well.. it is embarrassing for you to admit that you are embarrassed.
this is going a lot better than you expected.
he hums. "not at all. I'm delighted to hear that you seem to be happy about my response yourself." oh wow even the way he speaks is captivating. how did you get such a guy to reciprocate your feelings?
"so... dinner?"
he nods. "dinner. I'll have rook— no. I'll pick you up myself."
to think a queen would willingly go to someone else instead of the other way around.
"oh my my! was I being too obvious mon trésor?"
for a hunter it seems like rook isn't even aware of his practically silent, but also vibrating presence. perhaps it is his eccentric nature that made you stick to him, or the way he's pleasantly smooth with his words.
he usually isn't flirting but people would get the wrong idea from his honest compliments. it immensely suprised you the first time he literally popped up from nowhere and starting babbling about how positively charming your new hair cut was.
meanwhile you were fixing your hair out of habit, awed at his perspective nature. you only trimmed it a few inches, how come he noticed?
even at the most random times you'd recall the times his clear messages, even he didn't pop out from a bush to give vil flowers. orrrr... maybe he did but you don't think vil would appreciate rook ruining the wildlife so maybe that's why he doesn't do it..?
but still. it's a given fact that he makes you feel special.
you release a breathy sigh. "oh rook.. you have no idea." how does he not know how obvious he was being?
"is this a joke or somethin'? ya better now be messin' with me." epel immediately burts into a mix of flustered, determined shouts. there's a glimmering hope in his eyes that you wouldn't dare to diminish.
you slap him on the head and whisper frivolously. "epel! mind the way you're speaking.. vil is like—" you scan the surroundings, quickly finding your target to your horror. "—on the other side of the courtyard!"
he gives you an aggressive look. "who cares?! do you really?!" he shakes you with anticipation. everything blurs, now a headache is forming.. how did you even come to love this idiot?
a hand places itself on epel's shoulders and it's only then he flinched and freezes. "non non. epel! you must not do this to your fellows. it is improper." rook swats his hand away and pulls you a considerable distance away—far enough for epel to not completely shake the living soul out of you.
as if he wasn't scolding epel a second ago, rook's face transitions into a bright beam. "I couldn't help myself, I overheard your claims of love.. oh mon dieu!"
he.. presses the back of his palm to his forehead...
"is this like a theatrics thing?"
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pandoa · 1 year
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"say you love me but make it sweeter"
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you tell rook you love him. in a language he doesn't quite understand.
~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~
warnings: slight cursing; reader speaks tagalog. as i’ve said before, my tagalog is a tad rusty, so if there are any fluent tagalog speakers out there who can check my grammar, i’d appreciate it very much!! i’m too embarrassed to ask my irl filipino friends lol
just something short i wrote that’s purely self indulgent; happy birthday to meEeeEEEeEe~
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“Mahal na mahal kita, Rook. Ikaw ang aking puso at aking buhay. Ang ilaw sa pinaka madilim ng gabi ko. Hindi ko kayang mabuhay nang wala ka, aking sinta.”
“(Y/n),” Rook’s voice rang throughout the golden-accented room of the Pomefiore huntsman. “What did you just say?”
You gave your eccentric boyfriend a knowing smile that reached the corners of your eyes in mischief, “Not telling~”
“Ah! You wound me, mon ange!” The shining blonde cried as he clasped his heart, feigning agony at your pixieish stunts. “How can one live in mystery after their beloved has spoken such lyrical words?” Rook, playing along with your indifference, sighed as his mind ran miles—pondering the meaning behind your native language. There was something so warm about each poetically bewitching thing you said. He could feel the sincerity and passion within your unknown words and was determined to pull the hidden meaning out of your wonderous mumbling. The man was curious, could you blame him?
“Well, continue to suffer because I’m still not telling you what I just said,” you laughed, beaming at the hunter.
The young man glanced at you anticipatingly, “Tell me what it means.”
“No.”
“Please?”
“No.”
“What if I knelt down on one knee right this instant, reached out for your hand, and declared my love just for you?”
You paused for a moment, contemplating his tempting offer, “...Never.”
“Trickster, I beg of you!”
“Oh, Rook—I already said no,” you said, giving him a sympathetic grim—almost pitying Rook’s desperation. “It’s more fun this way; like a small little secret only I know out of everyone in Twisted Wonderland~”
Rook, giving you a subtle pout, then promptly placed a gentle grasp onto your unknowing shoulders as you both sat atop the cotton covers of the vice housewarden’s mattress. “Mon tresor, if you refuse to tell me what it means, then please at least say it again. I wish to engrave your lovesome, enchanting voice into my mind.”
You looked his way again, baffled at his surprising request. “But… You knew nothing of what I had just said? Why would you want to hear it again?”
“Because your voice alone is so beautifully ethereal,” he replied with a certain tenderness gracing his tone, “however when partnered with the harmonious words of your home’s language, I cannot help but adore each syllable that comes from your angelic self.”
“I could have easily just insulted you and called you a bitch, you know,” you jokingly commented.
“Even that is beautiful in itself, mon amour.”
“...”
“You're hopeless, Rook.”
“Aha!” The man you called your lover laughed at your amusing reactions. “But you love me just the same, do you not~?”
You stared at the blonde—deadpanned—before sitting up and making your way out of the Pomefiore dorm room, away from the said third-year. “No comment.”
“Ah—Trickster! Wait!"
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“I love you very much, Rook. You are my heart and my life. The light of my darkest night. I cannot live without you, my dear.”
✧ ・゚ : ˚ · . ✧ ・゚: ✧.* .ೃ࿐.ೃ࿐ ✧.* ✧ ・゚ : ˚ · . ✧ ・゚:
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a/n: IKAWWWW LAMANGGGG ANG TANGI KOOONG MINAMAHAL~ ANG LAGI KONGGGG DINARASAL~~~ also yes that last quote is a translation of what reader said- i'm cringing lmao
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writingfool001 · 1 year
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Tomboy Dressed Up (Part 2)
Author’s Note: Vil's part has been finished, had to remember and add somethings to it since my stupid doc didn't want me to have all of the fic.
Request: Yes by anon
 Remember that fic about a tomboyish fem s/o dolling up? May I request that but with Cater, Rook, and Vil?
Pairing: Cater, Rook, & Vil x Female S/O
Warning: Implied female, Pronouns You/Your, cliche stairway entrance,
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Cater 
He was fixing his tie and smoothed out his jacket, looking at his appearance in the mirror. He fixed any small creases that he knew his sisters would badger him about. He kept an eye on the time before walking out of your shared bedroom and sat down on the couch. Hearing the chime of this phone, he answered it to see it was a text from his mom double checking that he knew where the wedding was happening.  
One of his sisters was getting married and of course, he was invited and asked if you wanted to be his plus one, which you agreed to. You’ve met his family a handful of times considering you both were busy with your life together. One day, you both were having an at home date before he got a call from his sister.  After greeting his sister and asking if you were available. Cater glanced at you, fully absorbed in watching the movie, and said you were busy, yet he spoke loud enough for you to hear whatever his sister was going to ask you. His sister asked if you would come or maybe be a bridesmaid, and he repeated the question, directly asking if you were interested in being his sister’s bridesmaid. Cater knew you weren’t a big fan of dresses and didn’t want you to have to suffer under his sister’s wraith, but it was your decision. Looking at you, waiting for an answer, and saw you shake your head before telling her that he would run it by you, even though he was going to text her later that you weren’t interested, but would attend the wedding with him. 
Later, you both got your invitations and saw what the color scheme was as well as the dress code was. Nothing that would outshine the groom or bride. Cater decided that he was going to wear a simple yet stylish suit and when he asked about what you were wearing, you showed him what you were going to wear. 
Hearing the bedroom door open, he looked up to see you step out and did a double take to make sure he wasn’t hallucinating. You were in a beautiful dress and he stared at you with an astonished expression. When you asked if this was alright, he didn’t answer you and only kept staring. This was different from what you would usually wear, and he wasn't complaining. It wasn't until he felt your hand under his chin and looked up to see you smiling. He smiled and stood up before asking for a twirl then cheered you on. He wrapped his arms around you and showered you in kisses, causing you to laugh. You had to pry his arms off of you so you both could make the ceremony before you both got in trouble. Throughout the entire time, he would whisper cheesy compliments to you, something he would do throughout the day. 
“I might have asthma because every time I look at you,” He smiled brightly, as you both danced at the reception, and kissed your cheek lovingly.  
“What am I going to do with you?” You let out a small dramatic sigh and kept dancing with him. 
“Love me forever?”   
Rook 
He happily chatted with other guests and told them a story causing them to laugh as Rook took the opportunity to look around the hall, taking in the scenery. It was filled to the brim of dressed guests socializing and dancing.  
It was a party at the museum that Rook was working for, he asked if you would come, which you agreed to. Revealing that it was a formal event, he reassured you that you didn’t have to wear pants before you told him that you would take care of it. Even when you both went shopping, he would suggest combinations of shirts and pants as well as footwear as he looked for both of you.  
When the day of the party came, Rook called to tell you at work that he wouldn’t be able to pick you up before the party and was apologizing as he was on his lunch break, heading home to pick up his suit. You reassured him that you could catch a ride with one of his coworkers, a close friend of you both, and meet him there. 
When he went back to your shared place, he decided to be nosy and look at the outfit you had set aside. He smiled at the simple suit that complimented his before leaving behind a piece of your preferred jewelry with a sweet note then left to head back to the museum. 
Sipping the champagne provided, he looked around again before noticing your familiar face and the smile on his face turned to an awestruck as you walked down the stairs, looking around for him. He took in the beautiful sight of your dress and your appearance, he felt he was falling in love with you all over again, and had a small blush spread across his face when you winked at him after spotting him in the crowd. He set the champagne glass down on a passing waiter’s tray before slipping through the crowd to meet you at the bottom of the stairs. 
Once you both met in the middle, he kissed your hand before giving you a gentle kiss, not messing up the small bit of makeup you had on and showered you with compliments. He asked where the dress came from and listened as you told him that you went out by yourself to buy it and kept it at a friend’s house, to not ruin your little surprise. He rewards you with his hearty laugh and another kiss before complimenting you for getting past the hunter. He offered his arm to you before escorting you through the crowd and headed towards a group of friends. 
“No set of jewels could compare to you, my love.” 
Vil 
Vil watched as the crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces interacted with each other before moving his gaze to his father, laughing, while surrounded by some old friends of his. Vil sipped his drink as he checked his phone to see if you texted him yet.  
His father tended to have two different birthdays each year, one with all his old friends and one that he spends with Vil. This year, he decided to have a bigger party with his friends and asked for both Vil and you to be there if you both were available. You’ve met him a couple times while dating Vil, a very loving man and someone Vil looked up to. You would occasionally spend time with him while Vil had to take a call or answer some work stuff while you two were visiting him.  
When Vil heard about the semi formal dress code, he wanted to help figure out what you were going to wear to elevate your gorgeous appearance. You both would have scope through both your closets to come up with an outfit or an idea. You both came up with a compromise on both parties, Vil didn’t want to force you into wearing something that you would feel uncomfortable in. You both went shopping, mainly to figure out what to get his dad, and you both would go separate ways to do your own thing. He browsed around for some potential gifts for his father before you met up with him to eventually come to a final decision.   
The week of the party, you both went a couple days early to spend time with him as well as to help if you could. You both stayed at his house because he didn’t want either of you to waste money on a hotel when you could just stay at his house. On the day of the party, he was woken up to hear his phone ringing and begrudgingly answered it to hear his agent apologizing for bothering him on his time off. She told him about a photoshoot needing a replacement for Neige and it was nearby his father's house. Vil debated about it before sighing and told her to send him the address. His conditions were to only be there for a couple of hours before hanging up. He let out a tired sigh before glancing at you, sleeping peacefully while wrapped up in the comfy sheets. He kissed your head before getting out of bed to get ready then gave you one more kiss before leaving the room. He informed his father of a last-minute gig and he would be back in time for the party.
By the time he came back, he immediately went upstairs to change and put on some makeup before joining the part. He was greeted by some of his father's old friends and talked to them for a while. He looked around for you, but you were nowhere in sight. He asked his father if he had seen you, only to be told that you went on a quick errand to grab some extra supplies. Vil was tempted to go find you, but decided to wait. instead.
As he listened to someone telling a story, he overheard your laughter and turned his head to see you, entering the party with a box of wine. What made him do a second look was the outfit you were wearing. A formal dress with some jewelry, something different from what he thought you were going to wear. He excused himself before making his way over to you, noticing someone was getting too friendly with you, and quickened his steps towards the open bar.
Once he enters your peripheral vision, you smiled and greeted him, causing him to smile and give you a kiss on the lips, silently showing this person that you were taken. He apologized for leaving you this morning and leaving you alone. You reassured him that it was fine before he asked where you found this dress. He was surprised to hear that you found it while you both went gift shopping and had it shipped here so he wouldn't see it beforehand. Such a sneaky sweet potato. He gave you another kiss before you both heard his father calling both of your names, to see him surrounded by some of his old friends. Vil offered his arm to you before carefully leading you towards him and reassured you that you would be alright.
"Promise not to drop me?" You asked, as you walked in heels.
"Only a fool would drop a woman like you, dear." he reassured you.
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rs-wonderland · 1 year
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Hi darling~ can I get Rook’s reaction to come to his S/O’s house and her parents have a bunch of mounts and taxidermy on their walls. Like she’s the only daughter of a bunch of huge burly men who are over protective of her
Note to anonymous {hello my dear, thank you for your request i really like it! I hope you enjoy it,and im really sorry bc its short}
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Okay, so the first time Rook came to your house he was very surprised. He did not assume that your family collects and is interested in such a thing. He loves it. So many beautiful exotic texidermy animals on all the walls. He made you have a whole tour around the house. When he heard you were an only daughter and saw your brothers and how they kept you like a little water in the palm of their hand Rook knew he would have to put on a good show~ He started talking about how beautiful house looks, and if they were interested to go hunting together. Your brothers laughed, Rook doesn't look like a person who has any strength. (and we all know what happens when he gets angry). So when they went hunting, your brothers were impressed. And after Rook promiset your brothers to take care of you and never to hurt you, your brothers allowed your relationship. All in all, we can say that the little visit and getting to know your family went well.
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thesunshineriptide · 2 years
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hi hi ! i was wondering if you could do a rook x fem! reader, where the reader is always taking his hat and wearing it. like straight up just grabbing it off his head at the most random moments and walking off wearing it. i like to think rook would be confused by it lol 😂 if it can be fluffy romantic type beat, that would be amazing!! thank you and have a nice day <3
This was fun! I’ve never focused on Rook so much but I’m beginning to like him a lot 👀 hope this suits all your hat-stealing needs
Four times the Ramshackle Prefect stole Rook Hunt’s hat (and one time he got them back)
Rook Hunt/Female!Reader
Tw// camping, French people, rook typical creeping, she/her pronouns used for reader
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It’s a lovely, golden afternoon on campus. The sun is shining in a way that’s both bright and delicate to the skin, there’s a light breeze that livens the air without causing it to become too cold, the birds are singing sweetly, and you and your boyfriend are lazing about in the pollinator gardens outside, soaking up the day.
It had begun, as nearly everything does, as a study date, but after a while of bemoaning an oncoming stress headache, Rook sighed.
“Ma petit bichette, every moment of pain that strikes you is double more for me. The sun is bright and lively, the trees dance and sway, and yet you pout so. What can I do to soothe your sores?”
You let out a wistful sigh, “Studying is no fun when you’re sitting all the way over there. How can I play with your hair when you’re so far away?”
Rook let out a playful laugh, taking off his hat to hold against his chest as he laid with his head in your lap, “Is this better, Ma choute?”
He didn’t miss the momentary smirk you let out before it melted into a sweeter smile, your hand reaching to rake fingers through his hair, “Much better, darling, thank you.”
He watched as something in your body languages shifted, much like a cat about to pounce, and he barely refrained from narrowing his eyes in suspicion.
A second later, his hat was removed from his grasp, and he raised an eyebrow as you placed it on your own head, preening side to side to show off for him.
“Do you think I look okay?”
He laughed softly and reached up to caress your cheek, “Absolutely beautiful, chèrie.” He his lips were twisted into something both soft and playful as he flicked the brim up, “But really, now. I’m worried you may have simply been after my accessory and not my love. Surely this isn’t true, is it?”
When all you did was smirk and lean down to press a kiss to his lips, he knew at once that he was half right.
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It had been three days since that incident in the garden when he heard familiar footsteps approaching form behind.
“Ah! Ma sucre d’orge, how fairs my fairest?” He smiled as you wrapped your arms around him from behind, and turned around in your grasp to see your face. “Mademoiselle Trickster, the stars dance in your eyes. Are you up to mischief?” He watched as your hand slowly made its way up to his head, and felt the weight of his hat being lifted. He tilted his head in interest, a tiny smirk playing on his lips, “ah, my hat again? Do you like it so much?”
He couldn’t stop himself from the smile that he was trying to fight back when you sheepishly smiled and said, “I just think it’s neat.” Before you plopped his hat directly back onto your own head.
He hummed and leaned down to peck your cheek, “If you desire it so much, I suppose I can part with it for now. Be sure to care for it well, will you? It’s my favorite headpiece.”
As you nodded eagerly and turned to skip off, he couldn’t stop himself from laughing again. You had ventured all the way to the third year classrooms just to stop him and steal his hat? What a marvelous creature you are indeed.
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He’s beginning to regret saying he could part with his hat.
It’s been two weeks of you sneaking up behind him and stealing his hat, with a kiss and a ‘thanks’ if he’s lucky, and sometimes without a word if he isn’t. Being hatless all the time is making him feel naked. How can he hide his eyes from the sun? How can he keep his hair from being messed up? Why were you doing this to him?
Well, he finally decided to put a stop to it.
It was a Thursday when he left his dorm room with a box in tow, wrapped in delicate, lacy patterned pink wrapping paper and headed his way to the Ramshackle dorm that his lover stayed.
“Ma amor! I’ve come bearing a present for you!” He called into the darkness of the dorm.
When you emerged from upstairs, looking sleepy in your pajamas, rubbing at one eye with the worst case of bed head he’d ever seen, he thought he might swoon. There’s a certain beauty in someone so relaxed, so sweet, so docile, isn’t there?
“Hi baby, wha’s up?” You hummed, walking right up to him to snuggle your way into his arms, “I missed you.”
“I believe you may have been asleep, lovely,” Rook said with fondness and amusement, “I brought you a present.”
You looked up with big eyes, “Ah?! Why, what day is it? Oh shit, Rook, I’m so sorry, I didn’t get you anything-“
He cut you off with a kiss and patted your head, “Non, Ma ange, it’s no holiday today. I simply noticed you like my hat.” He smiled when he saw you perk up, staring intently at him. “So I brought you this.”
He watched as you carefully undid the paper, eyes flicking up to him every few seconds nervously. He walked to stand behind you, arms wrapped around your waist, head resting on your shoulder as you opened the box to reveal…
A hat!
He listened to your heart beat flutter as you looked over it. It looked remarkably similar to his signature hat, but the colors were different. It was a cool grey-blue with a white ribbon, rather than his usual tan and black one, and it had a white plume that matched his own, but on the opposite side of his, and angled lower so as not to stick up.
He watched as your eyes looked between him and the hat, a mix of emotions evident on your face, before you put it on and smiled at him, “Thank you, Rook. This is really sweet, I love it.”
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It seems as though this gift did not stop the prefect from stealing her boyfriend’s hat, however. It wasn’t as often - he saw them wear her matching hat to class a lot - but sometimes they would still do it; Either having forgotten their hat at their dorm and stealing his, or simply taking his hat and stacking it on top of their hat.
He thought it amusing and cute at first, but was readily growing less enchanted with it, often taking his hat back from them before they could run off with it and watching them pout in retaliation.
It seemed this only made them more determined, and he had to swat away their hands more often throughout the day.
“Trickster, is there a reason you want to steal my hat? You have a matching one of your own, non? Do you not like it?”
His lovers hands halted and their mischievous grin slipped from their face as they lowered their arms back to their sides, “Is it…annoying you?”
Rook hummed a moment before speaking carefully, “This game is becoming somewhat tiresome for myself, but it seems as though you could not get enough. Why do you enjoy it so?”
He watched as you shifted side to side and to play with your fingers, “I like having a reminder of you during the day when we’re in separate classes. Your hat smells like you…”
He looked shocked for a moment before giving a doe-eyed smile to them. How sweet is that? How lucky to have someone who admires him as much as he admires them.
“Ma chèrie, there is truly no other like you. Come by my dorm later, I will aid your quest, but I ask you not steal my hat any longer. I have a look to maintain, you know.”
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Rook hummed as he wandered around Ramshackle dorm. His lover had been asked to be the scorekeeper for Vargas’s camping trip, and he was left behind, all alone!
He understood, now, why you had kept stealing his hat. It had already been three days and it felt tortuous without you.
He was on a mission, though. He sifted carefully through the coat rack in the foyer, eyes pealed for- yes, there it is!
Your grey-blue hat with the white band and matching plume. He smiled to himself as he took off his own tan hat, placing it where yours had once been. He placed your hat on his head, sighing softly. It has simply been awful with you gone.
He jumped as he heard approaching footsteps and the jingling of keys, turning to look at the door. He didn’t need any magic spells to know you were on the other side.
When you opened the door, looking exhausted and hungry, only to find your boyfriends standing there in YOUR hat, a hysterical laugh bubbled over your lips.
Grim wandered in behind you, grumbling about tuna or classes or something, who cares, and promptly began screeching upon seeing Rook just…standing there.
“Ah, Ma bichette, you’ve returned! Welcome home. You have a…pale beauty about you. Shall I make you something to eat? Perhaps some soup for the soul?”
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yuusishi · 2 years
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Riddle, Vil, Rook comforting Reader from a breakdown
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I know I said I’ll be inactive but eughh this happened to me yesterday and I just needed to get this off my chest + some comfort :,) so this is kind of a vent fic in a way.
pairings: Riddle Rosehearts, Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt x gn!reader (no pronouns used)
genre: hurt/comfort? Just the boys comforting you
cws/tws: emotional breakdowns, Reader has a crisis over the future, mention of pressure from family
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“I want to be a powerful mage!”
“I want to be an officer!”
“I want to be a…”
Those words rang in your head every day, what did you want to be?
Everyone in NRC was always sure of what they wanted to do after they graduated, already sure of what jobs to apply for and what companies, except you. Normally it wouldn’t be a bother to you since you just wanted to live in the moment but as days passed by it was stuck in your head.
What did I want to become?
Your parents’ constant messages asking what you were going to study after you graduate from NRC didn’t help at all.
It all just kept piling up, the crises of if what you’re doing right now is good for your future, constantly being asked by teachers and your family, you just broke down.
As you stained your pillows with your tears, you heard a knocking on your door but you didn’t care, you couldn’t. More knocking resounded until you heard the door click and open
Riddle Rosehearts
Riddle was outside your dorm room, about to ask if you wanted to have some tea since he had a bit of free time
He knocked three times, no answer
He knocked another three, no answer.
He was about to open your door until he heard crying from the other side, he froze as his hand was about to go on the door handle. If he hadn’t composed himself that second he might’ve impulsively entered your room in panic, he carefully opened the door and discovered the sight.
Your room was pitch dark, blinds and lights closed, you entire body was covered by the blanket and only bits of your clothing sticking out, but most importantly, you were crying
“[Name]?” he quietly said as he closed the door
Slowly, your head poked out of the blanket and you stared at Riddle with puffy eyes and a stuffy nose, you wanted to ask why he was here but you couldn’t get your throat to speak properly from how long you’ve been screaming into your pillow
“Do you…want to talk about what happened?”
He was unsure what to say, barely learning what to do in this situation, especially when it came to you, all he could think to do was ask if you wanted to tell him what caused all this.
Riddle has had his whole life planned out for him by his mother, and he always followed her plan and never doubted it. It was only during his overblot incident that he was finally discovering the flaws of his mother’s teaching, where he learned to bend a few rules.
Now he was faced with someone who is unsure of their future, the exact opposite of what he was, all he did during this moment was to gently caress your back as you ranted and cried while you laid your head on his shoulder, his arm would wander to your shoulder to hold you a little closer while you clutched slightly on the back of his uniform, both of you not caring about the wrinkles.
Afterwards when you’ve calmed down and maybe after a few days have passed, he asks if you want to work together to try to browse things you might want to have as a job, he always makes time for you and your moment of future hunting.
Vil Schoeinheit
Vil tapped his shoes on the ground as he waited for you in Pomefiore’s hallway, you asked if Vil could help you think of new makeup looks with a brand that just came out and he gladly said yes.
But despite you being the one to make the plan it seems you were the one late.
He attempted calling you twice to no avail, the voice on the phone saying that the person he was calling wasn’t available, he had no choice but to go to your dorm room himself.
The clacking of his heels could be heard from a mile away, he was kind of annoyed that his time was being wasted and that he was possibly stood up.
He gave three knocks on the door before he opened it revealing your pitch dark room, the only light being the hallway’s lights that poured through from the door, he looked at you like you were a broken doll.
“[Name]? What happened?” he tried to steady his voice but you could hear the hint of nervousness, his face turning into a mix of concern and anxiety.
He carefully made his way towards your bed, you poked your head out of the blanket once he made his way to the side of the mattress, gently putting a hand on your head Vil asked what happened to reduce you to this state.
You both sat upright at the edge of the bed, the blanket still wrapped around your body while Vil quietly listened to you ranting about everything that’s been putting pressure on you, every time your voice dipped once you started crying again he quickly pulled you into a soft hug, his arm around your back while the other pushed your head into his shoulder. He could care less about whether your tears will stain his uniform or not, what mattered more was to help you.
Whether or not you wanted Vil to help you in your hunting for your future was up to you, he wasn’t going to force you to but if you agree then he’ll use everything in his power to help you.
Rook Hunt
Rook’s ears were sharper than a regular human, almost matching Lilia’s who is a fae, and your dorm room was on the 1st floor.
This man loves to wander around the territory of any of the seven dorms, the threats of its respective dorm leaders not being enough to make him waver.
It was on that day that he decided to wander around the forest areas of your dorm, not to play catch and release with animals but just to take in the peacefulness of everything around him. Everything was fine…until he heard that familiar sound of choked sobs, his head spun to the direction he heard it coming from and he quietly sprinted towards that direction.
He stopped by your window, the curtains blocking anyone from seeing into it and seeing out of it, and where the sounds were the strongest. He stared at your window for a bit just to determine if it really was you, he was in a slight state of disbelief that he was hearing your cries.
Rook made his way towards your dorm room, concern written all over his face, although he wanted to keep his footsteps quiet to not alert you he couldn’t help but rush his way to your room, wanting to know what happened to you as soon as he could.
He carefully spun the door handle and greeted you, instead of his usual bright smiles that he wore 27/7 he went in with one slightly laced with concern
“Mon cherie?” his voice was soft, not wanting to heighten your emotions any more than it should by being loud
It was silence until you slowly put down the blanket covering your head, you called out Rook’s name hoarsely, throat dry from non-stop sobbing. Rook made his way to your bed and sat down next to you.
The moment was silent, your head was resting on his lap while he gently combed his fingers through your hair, the action enough to slowly lull you to sleep after you only realized now how tired you were. Although Rook saw that you were asleep, he stayed, he didn’t want to leave until he knew what was enough to trouble you to this extent.
Once you’ve woken up, you’re greeted with Rook sitting next to you while reading a book he found on your bookshelf, inspecting it further you realized it was an old story book you accidentally brought with you when you moved in
“Ah! [Name], you’ve awoken!” he exclaimed, you sat up and laid your head on his shoulder, covering your face from his view
“Can you tell me what happened earlier that left you in such a state?”
You hesitated for a moment but decided to confide in Rook.
Being tired and just woken up you didn’t have the energy to start crying again, whenever Rook sensed a dip or change in your tone he would gently caress your palm with his thumb while he listened intently to your struggles.
He’s a man with some knowledge of the world, looking at how he cherishes everything around him and experienced, he will always help you with finding out your desired career and help with things beyond that. He will always be at your beck and call.
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Sorry for the super sudden post when I should be inactive, like I said this is supposed to kinda be a vent fic cuz I had the same exact crisis as Reader here yesterday 🙁
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viviennevermillion · 2 years
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May i request azul, leona, and rook kissing their s/o in headcanon format? Yes i put 2 of ur favorite characters thank you vi senpai :)) 💖
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Kissing their s/o
notes: ofc, anon, thank you for the request and sorry it took so long to answer it, my writer's block lasted for ages and life has been busy, but here you go! 💕
contains: character x gn!reader
warnings: none
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The first time Azul kissed you, he was very nervous. Azul is a perfectionist and he's scared of messing up and making a fool out of himself. I bet he even researched how to kiss someone properly. Cue Jade and Floyd coming into his office and Azul shrieks quietly and blushes after looking up from his laptop because just a second ago he was mindlessly staring at a screen and imagining your lips on his.
Still, none of the preparation could stop his nervousness from being obvious. His lips trembled slightly when they met yours and his heart and stomach were feeling like he was currently on a rollercoaster with 5 loopings in a row. He held your hand and when your tongue met his for the first time, he instinctively squeezed your hand and let out a gasp.
I headcanon Azul is very sensitive to touch and before you were dating his brain basically short-circuited for a while if you so much as put a hand on his shoulder. He hates how he gets super emotional over your kisses at first and he doesn't let you kiss him for very long in the beginning of your relationship because he doesn't want you to see him shed tears or be flustered af.
Azul's kisses are slow and passionate. He pours all his love for you into them.
He only really indulges you behind closed doors. And when I say closed doors I mean closed doors because Azul will never forget the time Jade and Floyd came back to Mostro Lounge to pick up Floyd's room keys after closing hour and found Azul halfway sitting on your lap and kissing you lovingly. They teased him for weeks 😔👌
So the most you get in public is a quick peck on the cheek or lips. Sometimes he'll also press a kiss to your hand while trying to be suave. But Azul adores kisses when in private. He tends to take both of your hands into his or cup your face and presses his lips onto yours. His kisses are very soft and almost careful. They're always a silent promise that he'll stay with you forever.
He loves when you run your hands through his hair while you kiss him. He'll sigh happily and tightens his grip around you or tries to snuggle closer to you.
If you hold his face in your hands and press several kisses to his lips, whispering things like "You're beautiful" in-between them, he'll blush heavily and momentarily wishes to withdraw to his octopus pot.
If you kiss him while in his octopus form, he'll be a flustered, stuttering mess. Basically clings to you. Kiss one of his tentacles; Azul.exe has stopped working.
He always gives you a forehead kiss or a kiss on the cheek before he goes to work or before you go to different classes and tells you he loves you.
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Rook himself doesn't actually need that much physical affection. For Rook it's all about reactions. Seeing you smile into his kisses. Making you happy. Feeling how you pull him closer when his lips meet yours.
Rook loves to see how you react to different kisses. He'll try out a lot of different ways to kiss you and it's basically a "What happens when I put object xy in the microwave" situation except that he wants to see what you like and what makes you emotional.
He's very good at conveying his feelings through his kisses. He also often whispers things to you in French in-between them and unless you speak fluent French, you're not always sure what it is he's saying but you don't want to ruin the mood, he sounds very passionate
Rook has the endurance of a man who can watch the 10 hour version of the Thomas the tank engine theme so once he finds something you like a lot, he will kiss you like this for god knows how long (usually until your responsibilities need your attention or you want to do something different)
Doesn't mind PDA at all. Literally has no sense of shame. Would make out with you in the classroom before the lesson starts if you wanted to. Vil always lets out this long, disappointed sigh whenever he sees his vice dorm leader kissing you for like, at least 3 minutes in public
He likes to wrap one arm around you from behind and have you lean against his chest before turning your face to the side with his finger and kissing you on the lips. The hand that isn't holding you will reach for your own hand or Rook runs his fingertips along your arm.
He always gives you a good morning kiss as if he's waking you from a sleeping curse
Also loves to surprise kiss you. Rook knows how to go unnoticed and you'll often find him press a kiss to your cheek when you didn't even notice he was there before.
He loves when you give him forehead kisses. It makes him feel like you're blessing him with your love.
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Leona loves kissing you so much. Sometimes when you're cuddling, his kisses will be lazy and he'll wrap an arm around your shoulders and press several soft kisses to your lips before resting his head on yours again and closing his eyes.
Most of his kisses are firm but still gentle. He usually leans his whole body against yours while kissing you
He often lays down on top of you when he kisses you. He makes sure you're not uncomfortable and props himself up with his arms so he isn't too heavy.
Loves to kiss your neck. It's his favorite place to kiss. Probably because it's very easy for him to reach when he's using you as his personal pillow. He often presses an appreciative peck to your neck, even when he's sleeping sometimes.
Leona doesn't mind PDA but he doesn't exactly initiate kisses in public. He kisses you back when you decide to give him a kiss tho.
Although, if he's jealous he would absolutely make out with you in public (only if you're okay with it though)
Sometimes when you're waiting for something or watching something (let's say the wishing star ceremony), he'll wrap his arms around you from behind and will place a kiss to your cheek before leaning his face against yours.
While Azul is very sensitive to touch, Leona is quite the opposite. When he's desperate for your affection, he'll often initiate kisses that are a little rough or let you bite him. It just feels to him like you're applying a little more pressure to his skin.
If you gently nibble on his neck or shoulders while placing kisses there, he'll shut his eyes and wrap his tail around you, his ears twitching slightly.
He also nibbles at your skin sometimes if you let him. He's like this cat.
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femaletwstsupremacy · 8 months
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Yay henlo !! I’m so happy i found your blog because it’s hard to find people write the twst characters as female ♡ ૮꒰˶ฅ́˘ฅ̀˶꒱ა would you be able to write something for fem rook? Like the reader is super talented at realism art and draws for rook or something like that ? :0
"𝙔𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙚."
✦ Content – Reader is an NRC student and has been there for years, reader kinda has their own personality, most likely incorrect french (Feel free to correct me if so!), mention of being taken advantage of, reader had trust issues, hurt/comfort?
Author's note: Hii, I kinda got carried away with writing and went off course with the original request. So sorry about that /_ \ But I wanted to give some perspective into how I imagine life in NRC is with all the trouble makers and their weird strength hierarchy. Especially putting into perspective of those that are viewed as the lowest in the weird strength hierarchy.
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There were plenty of things students in NRC disagreed on, most disagreements resulting in a vicious fight in the hallways with students cheering at the sides. Often ending with both sides having a nasty rivalry with the other for the rest of their years on campus.
But there was one thing that most (if not all) students could agree on. It was that, Rook Hunt, the Vice of Pomefiore, is a total freak. Hell, she even embraces the ridiculous title with flamboyant and ‘Rookish’ grace. Seeing the name the others gave her as “A beautiful alliance between multiple rivals.” Which isn’t exactly far off with the bitter relationships most students have with each other.
But unfortunately for you, you’ve caught the attention of said Vice.
“Come now, mon artiste. Won’t you let me take a glance at your drawings?” Rook pleads for nth time. You look up from your sketchbook for a brief moment to glance at the huntswoman, you looked as if you considered her words and Rook, being the optimistic person she is, grinned from ear to ear upon seeing your expression. Maybe this time you’ll let her see your wonderful creations? But unfortunately, her hopes were quickly dashed when you shook your head before going back to drawing.
Rook sighs, feeling deflated at your rejection. Her expression showing mild disappointment.
It’s a familiar routine at this point. Rook would come out of nowhere to bother you about letting her look at your ‘wonderful creations’ (Her words, not yours.) while you would constantly reject her requests to even see a single glance of what’s inside your sketchbook. Leading the huntswoman to silently sulk at your side, staring at you in way that pleads for you to reconsider, but you aren’t so easily swayed. Though, you do have to admit, her charm did have a slight effect on you. But of course, like any NRC student, you’ll never say it out loud.
A silence settled between you two, it wasn’t the awkward type of silence, but it didn’t exactly feel comfortable either. What with the vice’s gloomy mood in the face of your rejection, you ignored her as usual, even if something in your heart tugs at you to…cheer her up? Your face scrunches up in frustration. You don’t understand why you’re feeling this at all, why would you want to cheer her up? You want her to stay far away from you, and a good way of doing that if making yourself unlikable.
So why? What are these supposed to mean?
“Why are you frowning so deeply, mon artiste?” You instantly snap back to reality at the sound of Rook’s voice, loosening your grip on the pencil you were unknowingly squeezing when you were consumed in your thoughts. Shit. You avert your eyes, not wanting to see the look on Rook’s face. Was it teasing? Was it one of mockery? Perhaps it was an eerie smile that doesn’t reach the eyes. Either way, it has to be something malicious. It was Night Raven culture to take advantage of any form of weakness after all.
You hear Rook shifting closer, but before you could react or attempt to move away you felt a warm hand caressing your cheek, slowly turning your head – as if you were a delicate flower that could be easily crushed underfoot – to face the body attached to it.
You could feel your breath catch hitch once you’ve properly laid your eyes on Rook. You expected to see the expression of someone that wants to manipulate you, use you. But instead, you are faced with eyes filled with worry and furrowed brows. Accompanied with a frown on her slim lips. You stay that way for a while. You, looking at Rook dumbstruck and Rook, opening and closing her mouth like a fish out of water. It seems that for once, the exuberant huntress was unable to form words that usually comes so easily on her tongue.
It took an almost embarrassingly long time before Rook finally found her words and spoke up, “Mon artiste, please do not think I would try to force you into anything. So please don’t look so frightened.” Rook paused, lightly dragging her thumb along your cheek. “I won’t ask you to tell me your problems, but I promise that I won’t do anything unsavory.” You shifted your gaze downward, your lip trembling from emotions that you’ve been suppressing for so long.
You lean your head on Rook’s shoulder, your face pressing on to the fabric of her uniform. You don’t cry – it’s not the right place to cry at the moment – settling on just savoring the warmth in silence. Rook doesn’t push you off, instead wrapping her arms around you. Engulfing you in her warmth fully.
Neither of you talk, you don’t need to. You already understand each other even without words.
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gyarunie · 7 months
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Ciao, hope you’re doing well =^*u*^=
Could I request Horror! Rook with a germaphobic/mysophobic reader (platonic) who sticks to him like glue because he’s just so… “✨clean✨”?
Students in the school are probably dripping blood and oozing whatever bodily fluids, leaving traces of themselves everywhere and getting sick— yet there’s Horror! Rook, all covered up and concealed. Since he wears gloves and never shows skin, he’s less likely to carry or spread any pathogens by reader’s logic.
A/N: why are you half right about the dripping everything and whatnot. ugh im glad so many people want a creepier rook.
C/W: creepier rook, platonic relationships, GN reader, Selective mute rook, germs, mutated bugs.
more under the cut...
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♡ Horror Rook:
his eyes trail you literally stick to him like a fly to a sticky paper. you can grab onto him as he just staressss.
you can hear rough housing and splatters of.... something..
Even in the horrorlands rook is on top of the food chain. hes like a lion while you are a mouse, yet you run to him for your phobia? comfort?
100% more during PE lessons.. sweat, and believe it or not it is sunny in the morning just a bit more dull.
Rook's blonde bob was tied back and his black mask was covering half of his face. his stance was menacing and graceful, while everyone was finding a partner you slowly inched your way to him. his glowing green eyes followed you with a squint.
"rook?" you ask. his head craning to you like an owl.
he lets out a short hum, like he was saying a "yes?" he already knew what you were about to ask but he just decides to tease you with his very not comforting stare.
if you need any cleaning supplies he is happy to get you some.
he might be an asshole and show you disgusting mutated bugs but hey, he doesn't want you to be scared and grossed out... yeah...
you might gag at the sight of slobber of the other students while rook covers your eyes with his hand. and he gifts you hand sanitizers lol.
rook: (¯︶¯)
you: (⋟﹏⋞)
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veedraws · 3 months
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Payback for a dear friend <3
Full version for adult Followers only, y’all know where to find it. Heed the tags, stay safe, have fun ✌️
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paprika-dream · 1 year
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Rook when Vil…
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