#blonde rooks my beloved

[coralinnii]

Can I ask for Vil, Took or Malleus (any of them, or multiple depending on how cool you are with it) when they find their s/O gives them cute handmade gifts? Baked treats, books, paintings and such. I completely understand if you can't get to this, but if you decide to take this up, It'll be really really cool! Thanks and have a great day!

‎‧₊˚✧Made with Love✧˚₊‧

↳ Reader S/O who made him handmade gifts

feat: Vil ❋ Rook ❋ Malleus genre: fluff note: no pronouns used with the reader, established relationships, nicknames were used for readers (spudling, mon tresor, dear, child of man), probably bad grammar and usage of French because of Rook,

To anyone who were wondering for my sudden MIA status…I got sick, like hella sick. I’m not the greatest at taking care of myself and apparently my body decided to teach me a lesson for that by leaving me down for the count for 2 weeks then giving me migraines if I spend even 20 minutes in front of a screen for another week. To be fair, I could have recovered quicker if I actually…rested and took care of myself but hey, lessons were learned.

I literally started this a month ago but now I need to relearn the characters because my brain can’t remember anything, so I’m sorry if it isn’t the greatest T_T

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To say he was suspicious was an understatement. Vil was a man of routine and he could tell when something was amiss as the days went by. Little differences were of no cause of concern, but when his little spudling is just acting too skittish, the blond just couldn’t let it go.

At first, Vil was content with scolding you for the little bad habits you started. He caught you too many times hunching your neck and back, and the eyebags forming under your eyes were too concerning to him to ignore.

He had to physically hold in his gasp however, when you refused to come over to his dorm for a skincare date. He tried to be understanding when you claimed you had too much homework to come over, but he could do without Rook having to point out that he was sulking.

Yes Rook, Vil is very aware he could get early wrinkles.

Frustration turned to concern as Vil was quick to pick up that you were hiding something from him. Occasionally, he could see you quickly hiding something from his sight before smiling.

Insecurity soon struck him as alarming thoughts swirled about his mind. Was he the problem? Or is there a problem but he was too undependable to you to confide in?

Not one to beat around the bush, he approached you.

You were surprised that your lover requested to see you so suddenly. But, you thought the handsome blond sounded uncharacteristically solemn so you agreed, which led to you sitting in the lounge of your dorm/home.

Maybe you misread the tone of his voice, because the man before you certainly didn’t seem solemn. Sitting next to you on the sofa, Vil watched you silently with his arms crossed and a leg over another.

“So, Vil…how was your da-”

“I know you’re hiding something from me, spudling.”

From your flinching and awkward avoidance to meet his eyes, Vil’s suspicions were correct. Upon closer inspection, Vil spotted small cuts littered about the skin of your fingers. His lilac eyes softened somewhat, but he kept his voice stern.

“I admire you for working so hard for yourself,” Vil made it clear to you as his eyes gazed towards the small cuts on your fingers, “But, I hope I’m not someone so incompetent that you can’t rely on me, especially when you’re needlessly hurting yourself so.”

In a smooth motion, Vil raised his manicured hand towards your face, gently grazing your cheek to keep your attention to him. “So spudling, no more secrets…what has gotten you so busy and reckless?”

The gig is up, you supposed. Sighing, you asked for your blond beloved to wait as you quickly rushed to your room. Upon your return, there was something in your hands to which you nervously handed over to your upperclassman.

It was a soft ribbon with a charm attached to its end. The deep purple ribbon was embroidered with what seemed to be golden leaves attached to vines twisting and curling across the length of the ribbon. The charm was of a crown, a cheap trinket that was clearly inspired by the Fairest Queen.

“I know how hard you’ve been working for classes so I made you a ribbon bookmark, something you could use while you study or something.” you explained, a little embarrassed. “But I haven’t been getting the pattern right, so I couldn’t give you until I got it perfect.”

Vil has been gifting you so much, from customized skincare products of his creation to matching outfits that enhanced your beautiful form. But it’s not just fancy clothes and luxurious products. Vil worries for you, takes care of you, and helps you to see the potential in yourself and to strive for it.

He gave you so much, so you wanted to give him something in return. Something thoughtful, something that shows how much you cherish Vil. More than for his looks, more than for his fame.

“This didn’t turn out as well as I wanted, but I’m working hard so I can make a new one and get the embroidery just right,” you assured him as you reached for the bookmark. “So, please be patient with me.”

But, Vil kept your gift out of your reach. He examined your handiwork with such focus, taking note of the effort in every stitch. It was by no means the level of professional, but he could see how you thought about him. From the color of the ribbon and thread to resemble his honorable dorm, to the consideration of his dedication to his studies rather than his looks. Your gift told him that you saw not Vil Schoenheit the actor, but Vil your hardworking boyfriend.

Seeing your nervous expression, Vil chuckled as he finally spoke, the cute bookmark firmly in his grasp. “If this is for me, I believe It’s for me to decide if it’s acceptable.”

“I-I guess?”

“Good, because I’ve decided to keep this.” Closing the gap, Vil placed a kiss upon your face, teasingly close to your lips. With a confident smile, Vil took pleasure with your burning cheeks.

“Thank you for the gift, my cute spudling.”

If it wasn’t already clear to everyone, Rook’s primary love language are words of affirmation. You could sneeze and suddenly he has written a sonnet about how beautiful the cringling of your face was.

I’m only slightly exaggerating.

Rook is by no means afraid to show his admiration for anyone, least of all his beloved. All of his words and actions are all done without an expectation of getting something in return.

But lately, you have become a bit of an enigma to him. You would spend hours upon hours with him, smiling and capturing pictures of the two of you. Other times, you would swiftly leave back to your dorm, excusing it as needing to study but you would vehemently decline his offer to help you.

Don’t get him wrong, watching your concentrated gaze is gorgeous, the way your heartbeat steadies and letting out soft but longer exhales as though you’re making decisions secretly in your mind. Rook couldn’t help but wonder, what is it that captures your attention that has you gazing off away from him?

“Rook, can I visit you today?”

Oh my, it has been a while since you last requested such a thing. Partially because you both knew his Housewarden would have a fit if he wasn’t aware. But eventually, Vil gave you special permission, mostly because Rook would have found a way to either sneak you into his room or he might sneak in the middle of night to see you. Vil knew Rook would never have gotten caught but he’d rather let you stay than have the migraine of a vice-housewarden breaking curfew and ruining his beauty sleep.

“Oui, mon trésor. I would request approval from my Housewarden immediately.” Rook could never deny you of anything, especially if he means you could have more time to admire you in the comfort of his room.

When night fell and the two of you were alone, sitting on the hunter’s bed. You were nervously wringing the handles of the bag in your hand. Doubts filled your head as you wondered if the gift was even slightly capable of living up to your boyfriend’s expectations, regardless of how silly that sounded.

You knew that whatever you would give him, Rook would love and appreciate it with full sincerity. But, that doesn’t mean you weren’t nervous. The gift should be considerate, you thought. Something that shows the love you had for the eccentric blond and his odd… let’s say interests.

You looked to said odd man, who’s piercing green eyes caught your gaze. Rook noticed your nervousness and the mysterious bag but said nothing. Instead, he kindly waited for you as you calmed yourself, soothing you with gentle touches to your knee. The huntsman can be a lot to some, but he’s also patient and so supportive.

Finding your strength, you presented your gift to Rook. Curiously, Rook took what seemed to be a journal from your hands. It was only when he opened the book to see its content was he surprised.

Him. He saw him in a multitude of photographs that decorated the pages of the journal, lined with cute frames and drawings. Some photos were of moments he remembered, such as days where you visited him during his club, cute dates around the town, or simply just moments of serenity between the two of you.

Rook felt his cheeks flush as his eyes caught the little captions written near the photographs, dates and words written in your handwriting.

“My handsome mad scientist” “His dashing profile is so cool” “His warm arms around me ♡”

“I realized the last time I came to your room that you only had photos of other people” you had glimpses of the wall of photos that consist of people he admired the most, you included. “So, I wanted to give you a photo album of what I find beautiful…you.”

Your boyfriend scared you as the young blond suddenly stood up from the bed, eyes sparkling with excitement as he scanned through the pages filled with memories. “Mon tresor, this is absolutely exquisite! To think my beloved has been watching me with such an unwavering, loving gaze fuels a pleasurable delight within me. Oh, très bien!”

But Rook worriedly commented on something notable. “But, there are still pages left unfilled. Were our moments too few and rare to fill the album?”

“It wasn’t that.” you rubbed your hands as you felt the nerves return. “I was hoping that we could fill the last few pages together…like a couple.”

It was then the hunter kneeled before you, his hands reaching out to grasp yours as he looked into your eyes with a special loving gaze only shown to you. You couldn’t tell if you were captured in his devoted gaze or if it was Rook that felt compelled to hold you, to comply with each and every one of your wishes.

“You speak as though I would dare to deny my precious beloved. I’d be honoured to make more memories with you, now and far however long you will have me.”

With constant surveillance from his wards *coughSebekcough*, Malleus’ moments with you were rare but still meaningful. Some nights, Malleus would wander near your dorm, especially when he noticed the lights of your room, signifying you’re there and awake. And like always, you would open your doors for him with a sweet laugh and inviting smile.

But lately, Malleus has seen that your bedroom lights would be dimmed, and that you would take notice of his presence slower than usual. Once or twice would be of no concern to him. But, as it slowly became a habit, he began to worry.

He spoke of his concerns with Lilia, perhaps in the older fae’s experience he came across a similar predicament amongst humans.

Only for the veteran fae to be of no help, instead chuckling in amusement before giving his young dragon a cryptic comment “You will understand soon enough. My, how you are in for a treat~”

Malleus chose not to question further, nor did he question the odd coincidence that you asked him to visit you that very night.

“I don’t suppose there is a hidden agenda to your invitation, dear?” As Malleus made himself comfortable in your guest room, he noticed some changes since his last visit.

Firstly, the furniture were arranged to be more spaced out, although the TV was still quite close. Then, there were almost an absurdly large amount of pillows and blankets, to the point that some have started to pooled onto the floor.

“Hmm, you sound as though I’m being suspicious” you laughed good-naturedly, “But I do have a surprise for tonight.”

Coming from the kitchen, you pulled out a stacked fairly large, cold container. With Malleus’ keen senses, he could pick up a very subtle sweet scent mixed with a chilly sensation, and a familiar delight came to mind.

“Ice-cream?”

You nodded. “Made by yours truly. I asked Lilia if there was a particular flavour you like, but he said you weren’t really picky.”

Unceremoniously, you sat down next to the tall fae before handing him an ice-cream container. “I was trying out different recipes and ideas all week, tweaking it along the way.”

The results of your work appear to be a multitude of flavours with varying degrees of sweetness. From classics such as chocolate and vanilla to more subtle sweet flavours such as coffee and pistachio. Some were swirls of combinations with fruits or nuts, and some were flavours unique to his hometown, which he imagined were hard to procure.

“I may not be able to shower you in riches, or protect you like your knights…” you gave an embarrassed smile and gaze at your silent companion. “But I could at least make you something sweet, just so you could smile even a little.”

Behind your nonchalant smile, you do feel anxiety swirling as you worry your efforts pale in comparison to the luxuries your powerful boyfriend owns. Malleus is a fae of the highest standing and thus, his actions have more impact than the average man or fae.

But…he was your amazing boyfriend nonetheless, who smiled softly back at you.

“Thank you, child of man. Knowing the effort my beloved has done for me alone, I shall cherish this feeling for centuries to come.”

Your cheeks burned slightly over the sincerity, so you quickly diverted the conversation. “W-Well, just giving someone ice-cream would be too boring, so I thought we could spend the night watching bad rom-com movies while we eat. Call it a human custom of sorts.”

“Is it imperative that the movies must be bad?”

You shrugged “Not really, but it usually is.”

Setting the movie up, you returned to the makeshift nest of comfy blankets and pillows with Malleus sitting by you. The confused fae watched as you handed him a tub of handmade ice-cream and a spoon before picking a container for yourself, a strange feeling of intimacy unfamiliar to him…but not an unpleasant one.

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the winner takes it all.

AEMOND TARGARYEN X FEM!READER

summary: the war had caused you to flee the Red Keep in favor of returning to your mother, Rhaenyra. however, it seems your husband has finally caught up to you.  word count: 5.2k warnings: !!SPOILERS FOR DANCE OF THE DRAGON!! niece!reader, men having the audacity, sexism, canon typical violence, cheating a/n: i spent so long reading and revising this and i really enjoyed it :)

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I don't wanna talk/ About things we've gone through/ Though it's hurting me/ Now it's history/ I've played all my cards/ And that's what you've done too/ Nothing more to say/ No more ace to play

The shrieks from Meleys had now vanished, leaving a deafening silence in their place. After Rhaenyra, your mother, forced you to leave Dragonestone with Rhaenys, Rook’s Rest was supposed to be your safe haven. Your beloved mother claimed it to be the one place where the Greens could not reach you besides the Vale.

Yet here you sat in your bedroom, against the advisement of your attendants and guards. They all begged you to either mount your dragon for Winterfell, or hide in the crypts till Aegon and Aemond finished scouring the castle in search of anything they desired. But you were tired of running, of listening to what others thought best for you, rather than trusting your own intuition. Though you were also conflicted at what would be best… should you run or wait for him to find you…?

“It seems the scouts were not lying,” The voice of the blonde-haired prince echoed across the room, signaling that he had discovered your whereabouts, “My wife at Rook’s Rest…”

Tearing your eyes from the window, you turned to look at the man, your husband, Prince Aemond Targaryen. He stood tall before you; adorned in all-black armor with a green cape billowing behind him. His signature eye patch still covered his lost eye. Though Aemond had hardly aged since you last saw him, it was clear to see that the Dance of the Dragons was taking much of his strength and energy.

“Aemond…” you whispered, taking in the sight in front of you.

“My wife,” Aemond nodded curtly. With a wave of his hand, he dismissed the guards that were with him, “It has been too many moons since you abandoned me.”

With his words, you stood, looking crossly at him, “I did not abandon you.”

“You left me -- vanished out of thin air.”

“Aegon stole my mother’s throne! What was I supposed to do?”

“Stay with your husband! The man you married and vowed to be obedient too!”

“Obedient?” You repeated with a cold chuckle.

You then silenced yourself, thinking for a moment. It was no good to harp on whether you should or shouldn’t have left King’s Landing. For you already had, and it was impossible to undo the events of Aegon’s coronation and the days following. How Alicent locked you away for hours, Aemond being absent for reasons unknown to you, the way the Conqueror’s crown sat upon Aegon’s head, and how Rhaenys released Meleys into the coronation.

Or how, by your Queen Mother’s orders, Daemon flew to the Red Keep on Caraxes and freed both yourself and your dragon from the Greens to bring you home…

“It will do us no good to quarrel over what happened that day, I made the choice that I thought was best at the moment. If you must blame me for that, so be it…”

The winner takes it all/ The loser's standing small/ Beside the victory/ That's her destiny

Aemond cast his gaze down at your words, mulling over them. Every night since your disappearance, he dreamt of what it would be like when you reunited. When he had first heard word that you had returned to the ancestral home of the Targaryens of Westeros, he had been upset, even spiteful. Though he still longed, day after day, to see you again… to hold you again…

“You’re right,” He spoke with a curt nod, “It does not matter, because you’ll be returning to Harrenhal with me.”

Aemond began to stalk toward you with a determined look upon his cold features. You gave no indication of how you felt, instead just shaking your head, “I will go with you, but allow me to sit for a moment more.”

“You wish to delay me?” His brow furrowed.

“There is always time to spare,” You responded, nonchalantly. A silence fell over both of you. You looked at him -- how his hair was braided back, blood of fallen men splattered in it though his face was clear from it. But his soft violet eye reminded you of your childhood, when Aemond was far softer… far kinder… “Do you ever think back and wonder how this could have been avoided? How silly it is that the House of the Dragon is fighting itself?”

Casting your gaze down, a small smile came across your face as you thought of better days. Sure, there was still tension then, but there was no war at least.

“It does us no good to dwell on the past,” Aemond dismissed your question.

“No, but it does us good to remember.”

I was in your arms/ Thinking I belonged there/ I figured it made sense/ Building me a fence

Your childhood was filled with the most fantastic days in the Red Keep. Though you were naturally close with your brothers, you had also befriended your aunt and uncle, Helaena and Aemond.

Helaena and you would spend hours braiding each other’s hair while discussing whatever piqued the princess’ interest. Aemond would often join, making jokes and teasing the two princesses.

However, once Aemond had lost his eye at the hand of your little brother, he grew more silent and observant. When he had first lost the eye, you were certain that he disdained you due to the association of your siblings. It took a great while, but you learned in time and in letters that your uncle did not blame you for his lost eye. You were not even there to defend him, only being awoken by your mother when all convened in the halls of Driftmark.

As you grew into your adolescence, the Queen requested that you serve as her ward -- so while your brothers enjoyed their teenage youth at Dragonstone, you spent your days in the Red Keep. Rhaenyra had also sent you so that you could also assist in the care of your grandsire, the King.

At first, it was strange, being so far from your family but being reunited with your cousins. Mostly you observed how much Aegon tormented every living creature within the Red Keep and would often catch him fleeing to the Street of Silk when you would walk back to your personal chambers after spending late nights in the library.

After the third time of watching Aegon slip out of the castle, you decided it would be in the best interest of your family name that his promiscuity is reported. You could have gone straight to the Queen, and cry to her about how Aegon ran away nightly while poor Helaena had to carry his children. But instead, you found yourself in front of Aemond’s door. At the time, you thought that in telling him, maybe he could tell Alicent and it be more believable.

“Uncle!” You knocked at his door, loud enough to stir him, but not alert the rest of the Red Keep.

Moments later, Aemond opened his door, sleep still in his eye but you could tell that he did throw on his robe and his eye patch. He looked slightly cross and yet his gaze softened when his eye fell upon you, “My lady…?” “I’m sorry to awaken you at this hour… but I think something is… wrong?”

“Wrong?” He replied simply, crossing his arms.

“Yes…” You spoke softly, starting to feel awkward in your day gown, “It's’... it’s Aegon…”

In an instant, Aemond had tugged you fully into his chambers, shutting and locking the great door behind you. You glanced at him in confusion, backing away from the prince. The thought of being caught alone with your uncle, no matter how innocent the conversation, finally occurred to you and how it could affect your honor.  

“What has Aegon done?” Aemond turned to you, stalking rather close, “Did he touch you?”

“What?” The breath trapped itself in your throat.  His hands went to your shoulders, keeping you still before his eye.

“Did he touch you, my sweet niece?” His words were accusatory and yet soft as he spoke to you.

“I— no… he did not touch me.”

A sigh of relief came over him as he finally let you go from his grip. The relief confused you, but you did not press him on the matter.

“Aemond, he’s gone. For the past three nights when I am returning to my chambers from the library, I see Aegon sneak out of his room and flee toward the city… I believe he has been going to see…” The last word did not escape your lips, but Aemond fully understood what you meant.

“He’s going to seek the affection of whores…”

“So you know?” You asked innocently.

“My brother has his vices…” Aemond spoke incredulously, “And it is no secret that he is going to seek comfort on the Street of Silk… But, dear niece, why are you spending late nights in the library unattended?”

The way Aemond had turned it around on you was surprising for you, “I spend most of my time during the day with either the Queen or the Princess, so I thought that spending some time in the evening would be fine.”

Aemond nodded and thought for a moment before responding, “I will join you from now on. Even though the Keep is the safest place in King’s Landing, it is still unwise to be alone. So I shall be your chaperon…”

All you could do was nod in agreement, there was no reason to fight against your uncle. He was just trying to keep you safe.

Soon, your time in the library with Aemond became more regular. It was like clockwork. After supper, Aemond would escort you to the library and then back to your room. Some nights, he would read you the histories, other nights you would read him poetry, and on the occasion, he would take it upon himself to further advance your High Valyrian.

“Dārys” Aemond spoke first, the words always falling from his lips so eloquently.

“Dārys,” You would repeat, trying to replicate each syllable perfectly, “King.”

“Dāria”

“Dāria — Queen.”

Aemond smiled, proud of your improved pronunciations, “Gevie mēre.”

“Gevie mēre,” you repeated after him once more. Except you were not as familiar with this term…

“Gevie mēre…?” You repeated once more, picking your brain for what the words could mean.

Looking to Aemond, you hoped he would answer for you, the words simply lost on you. Instead, he chuckled and began to walk toward the couch. He ushered you to sit next to him, picking up one of the books he placed on the desk, “Come, ñuha riña, allow me to read to you before you must return to your chambers for the evening.”

At his words, you joined him, sitting comfortably by his side. From when he had originally decided to start joining you, it became a far more open space for the two of you, bonding you closer to each other. That’s why you tucked yourself into his side and he rested his arm around your shoulder while he began reading. The nightly company of your uncle was now one of the simplest pleasures in your life that you deeply cherished.

It was an honor to be the cupbearer for the Queen and her father, the Hand. Yet being in the small council room had its own frightening things as well with Jason Lannister often jesting that he would bribe the Queen to end your wardship and allow you to marry him. His disregard for your own mother disgusted you, as well as the fact that the Lannister man was already betrothed to the daughters of one of his bannermen. Instead of reacting to his advances, Alicent or Otto would dismiss his words with a glare or small correction for you.

However one day, Otto ordered for Aegon and Aemond to join the Small Council since they would one day sit in the room quite regularly. While Aegon would doze off and consistently ask you to fill his cup, Aemond would be fully attentive, paying you little attention. You didn’t mind, since you understood how seriously he took his duty.

But when Jason Lannister once again began his verbal torment against you, it shifted something in Aemond.

“My lady,” the Lannister Lord purred, “You are growing into quite a fine, young woman.”

“Thank you, my Lord,” you nodded but offered nothing else to him.

With a smirk, he continued his flirtation, “Your mother or grandsire will soon have to marry you off. I can imagine there are many men that would enjoy taking you as their little wife.”

“My mother nor grandsire are considering any proposals currently, or while I serve as the Queen’s ward,” You spoke quickly, eager to get away from the man.

Before you could leave his side, Jason grabbed your wrist, “That is a shame. It would be a pleasure to have you myself, and watch your belly grow with Lannister children…”

Aemond’s voice soon interrupted the crude words, “Lord Lannister, unhand my niece.”

Aemond's voice was firm and his jaw remained clenched. There was a fire in his eyes that you did not recognize. However, the fingers around your wrist were soon gone and you escaped to stand between the Queen’s and Aemond’s chairs. You offered thankful glances to the prince, but he did not show you the same warmth.

That same night, instead of taking you to the library after dinner, Aemond sent you off to your chambers. Helaena attempted to reassure you, but you could not help but think about what you could have possibly done to upset him.

Soon enough, a knock was upon your door, your maid announcing that Aemond had come to fetch you.

Together, the pair of you walked silently and side-by-side toward the library. Once you arrived, Aemond went to sit by the fireplace while you would peruse the shelves for you favorite books of poems. The room remained quiet besides the shuffles of books and pages as you searched for your beloved texts. You finally found it on a shelf with some of the common histories of Westeros.

As you reached for it, the small book was just beyond your reach. Not even your outstretched fingers could close the distance to the binding. The footstep you would typically use was missing, so your struggle continued. It continued until a hand outstretched itself to retrieve it off the shelf before you. You turned around to face Aemond, who looked down at you while offering the book to you.

“Thank you.”

Aemond nodded but did not retreat. He looked into your eyes a moment more before he finally spoke, “Lord Lannister has requested your hand.”

“My mother would never allow it,” You replied simply, reaffirming your clear disgust with the Lord. Aemond chuckled at this, unsurprised.

“That is true…” Aemond nodded, “True since she has betrothed you to someone else…”

The book slipped from your fingers at his words. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath, attempting to calm yourself, “Betrothed? To whom?”

Aemond bent down to pick up the book. Instead of standing back up, he dropped to one knee and looked up at you, offering the book to you once more, “To me…”

Building me a home/ Thinking I'd be strong there/ But I was a fool/ Playing by the rules

The day you married Aemond was a beautiful one. A singular moment where the full House was together and a fight did not ensue. Originally, you knew that Rhaenyra and Alicent had agreed to the betrothal so that old wounds could finally heal. Though the marriage would not see such hopes through, it was still a blessing enough to marry your sweet Aemond.

Days earlier, Lucerys had been reaffirmed of his position as heir of Driftmark which resulted in the death of your great-uncle Vaemond. Though the events had caused high tension in the court and at dinner that night, all members of the House of the Dragon attempted to be on their best behavior. Both you and Aemond had requested an intimate ceremony with just the family, and that the nobles of the realm could participate in the feasting instead.

Between dances with your husband, your brothers, and even your grandsire, there was a great joy that filled your heart. Your mother, Rhaenyra, had smiled for the first time since arriving from Dragonstone, and even Daemon and Otto did their absolute best to get along… which mainly meant not speaking to one another.

Yet as to be expected, Aegon had consumed too much wine, rendering him a drunken fool. No matter Alicent’s best attempts to refuse the wine bearers from filling his cup, Aegon had managed to come by enough wine to make him confident enough to instigate a quarrel.

Jacerys was twirling you while you laughed at a joke he had made. The strong bond between the pair of you was similar to Helaena’s and Aemond’s — a closeness that Aegon despised on all accounts. But while Aegon could not torture his brother this evening, he could torture his wife…

Aegon cut through dancing couples with stumbling feet as he approached the eldest Velaryon siblings. His hand rested itself on your shoulder to announce his presence.

“May I have this dance with the lovely bride?” He had phrased it like a question, though it was more of a demand.

Before Jace could respond, Aegon had tugged you away and attempted to join in the dance of the couples among the pair of you.

“My dear niece is now my brother’s little lady wife,” Aegon chuckled, tripping you with each misstep he took in the dance, “It is improper to dance with other men on your wedding night.”

“I have only danced with family,” You attempted to defend yourself, wishing to leave his hold.

At your words, Aegon released a great chuckle that echoed in the hall, “You say that as if our family does not regularly bed each other.”

An evil smile came to Aegon's face as the thought provoked him further, “In fact, I wouldn’t put it beside Jacerys for taking your maidenhood…Did he spoil you?”

Instantly, you let go of any hold you had on your eldest uncle, disgusted by such words.

“Your accusations are not only unjust, but they are disgraceful. I have not seen my brother for years,” Your jaw clenched.

“It does not matter to me in the slightest, for if you are still pure, Aemond will take it from you tonight,” Aegon’s eye raked over your body, “If he does not satisfy you, rest assure I can…” Before another word could be uttered, Aemond was at your side, tugging your frame into his safe arms. His glare was spiteful, a sneer growing on his lips, “Brother…”

“Brother,” Aegon nodded with a smirk, before scampering off.

Aemond turned you to face him, his hands instantly moving to cup your face. His eye shifted across your face as his hands soothed the sides of your head, “Are you alright, ñuha ābrazȳrys?”

“Mirre iksis sȳrī hae iksan lēda ao” ‘All is well while I’m with you’

The gods may throw a dice/ Their minds as cold as ice/ And someone way down here/ Loses someone dear

After your wedding festivities ended, your mother and brothers returned back to Dragonstone. The Stranger had paid a visit to the Red Keep, reaping your grandsire and King. Immediately, Rhaenys had beckoned you to her chambers so that you may see his body together. However, countless guards stood outside the door, trapping you inside. An archer was also posted outside the window so that no word could escape the Red Keep.

The Queen would arrive shortly and have you escorted back to your husband’s apartments. Thus secluding you from the outside world, except for Aemond. But soon, he too would leave on dragon's back to do the bidding of Alicent and the Hand.

The bedroom door opening with a creak easily woke you. You never slept well when your husband was not sharing the bed after your wedding night. He had been gone, off at Storm’s End for the last three days, negotiating with the Lord Baratheon so that he would support Aegon’s claim to the throne.

The past week had been a tempest between the death of your grandsire, the coronation of Aegon II and thus usurping the crown from your mother, and the escape of Rhaenys from the Red Keep. Sleep would not come easily to you.

You sat up in the bed, quietly observing him preparing to join you in the bed. He stripped himself of his outerwear and changed into his night shift. As the clothes hit the floor, you noticed the great thud in which they made, signaling how soaked they were. But why would your husband rush back to the Red Keep in a storm?

Finally, he joined you in the bed, tucking himself close to you. But his back was facing you, rather than his sharp face. You did not push him, but instead began to detangle his wet hair with your fingers, being as gentle as you could, “Welcome home, ñuha valzȳrys…”

Aemond gave no response.

“I missed you dearly…”

Still, silence.

“Is everything well, ñuha jorrāelagon?”

Aemond sat up fiercely and turned to you. His eye patch had been discarded and his face was mixed with a sense of great sadness and anger.

Instead of answering your question, Aemond began to cry — softly, quietly at first, before escalating to sobs that shook him. All you could do was wrap your arms around him, and whisper kind words to him.

“Shhh…” You stroked his hair softly. It was all you could do to comfort him without knowing what made him so upset.

Once his cries began to subside, Aemond lifted his head, but could not look you in the eye, “Aegon used to talk about running away from his duty… I didn’t understand why, but I think I do now…”

“Aemond, what has happened? What has upset you so deeply?” You attempted to cup his face, but he tore himself away from you.

He continued to look anywhere else but at you. The silence began to creep in and eat away at both of you. Unease washed over you.

Aemond cleared his throat before speaking once more, “Lucerys is dead…”

“What?”

“I killed him…”

The winner takes it all/ The loser has to fall/ It's simple and it's plain / Why should I complain?

“How is Aegon?”

“It is King Aegon, you should address him properly…” Aemond glared down at you.

A small, sad smile crept onto your face at his correction, “I remember you saying that Aegon would never be a proper King.”

Aemond scoffed and rolled his eyes, but did not negate your claim. Even now, parts of your Aemond were still there — the war hadn’t taken that away yet.

“Will Aegon recover?” You asked though you knew the answer. The King would never be the same again. His cries of agony could be heard throughout the halls until he had been sedated with milk of the poppy.

“I will be serving as Prince Regent until my brother is well enough.”

You nodded, looking down at your fidgeting fingers. Taking a deep breath, you rubbed your palms over the skirt of your dress before looking back to him. Aemond was looking right back at you as if he were closely observing you. It wasn’t the first time he had done such, often intimately observing you for as long as you could remember. But it always made a warmth wash over your face.

“You are coming home with me,” Aemond spoke once more as he moved to stand closer to you, “This is not a request, but a command.”

“A command of my captor?”

“A command of your husband, the man you vowed loyalty to,” Aemond’s voice was stern, but his eyes were longing, full of affection.

But tell me, does she kiss/ Like I used to kiss you?/ Does it feel the same/ When she calls your name?

“Loyalty?” You repeated, shaking your head.

Aemond took the closed distance between you to bring a hand to cup your jaw. His thumb brushed over the soft flesh of your cheek as he admired your features.

“I’ve heard about the witch woman,” You spoke with a sigh.

“Then you understand how desperate my search for you has been…”

“Aemond…” You looked at him more intently. Would he make you truly say it? “I know about Alys…”

There was a pause in the air. Aemond understood the infliction in your tone, the hurt hidden behind your calm demeanor. He went to speak, to apologize maybe, but no words came out. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed whatever he was originally going to say.  

“Do you expect me to apologize?”

“Not really,” You chuckled to yourself, “King Aegon I took two wives, so why shouldn’t you? I believe Daemon had the same logic during his whoring days. And your brother too”

“Do not compare me to them,” His words were harsh as he gripped your chin between his fingers, “You made me desperate to find you. I sought the means I deemed fit.”

“The means of sleeping with a bastard and a witch?”

“You had left me!” his voice was firm as he strained himself from committing any action to harm you, “Left me desperate, left me thinking you had been killed!”

Jaw clenched and the skirt of your dress fisted between your fingers, you snapped back at him, “So you turned to an old wives tale of sex magic?”

Aemond retracted his hand, “I killed for you. I burned down villages for you. I have violently searched for you. Are you so envious of some woman that you would be blind to how much I have suffered to have you back? To be by your side once more?”

“You are a fool,” You spat, “A fool and an adulterer. Why would you allow some minx to convince of such things? Why would my own mother have me killed? Did you ever truly consider that before you—”

“They killed Jaeherys! Our nephew, sweet Helaena’s baby boy, the boy that you played with at dinner despite my mother’s harsh looks—”

“I know! You think I didn’t weep for him!” You finally stood, allowing the emotions to now freely flow through you.

“What right do you have to weep and mourn him when Daemon had made the order? Were you with him when he commanded such?”

Aemond’s words cut into your heart deeper than expected. That he thought you just as heartless as the other tyrants in your family shattered something within you.

Somewhere deep inside/ You must know I miss you/ But what can I say?/ Rules must be obeyed…

“You don’t believe that…”

Aemond stood silent… His brooding demeanor began to shift

A shaky breath escaped your lips as tears began to billow over. What caused the tears? His words… his presence…

At your tears, Aemond raised a hand to cup your cheek. His thumb delicately began to wipe away the fallen tears. Even in his anger, Aemond hated to see you cry, especially if the tears were caused by him.

When you didn’t reject such actions, Aemond softly pulled you into his arms. Both his hand now rested under your jaw, causing your gaze to remain fixated on his face, looking deep into his violet eye. Your own hands rested on the dark metal of his breastplate, tracing over the embedded dragon sigil.

“I didn’t want to leave you…” you finally confided in him, “But I could no longer tolerate the looks of the Queen and the Lord Hand, the whispers of the nobles, or the guards constantly at my side… I was a hostage in the place I had grown into a woman.”

Aemond sighed, “Alicent was concerned that you would be a spy for your mother…”

“I had not seen my mother for six years until our wedding day and once she returned to Dragonstone, I did not see her until Daemon fetched me. I could never even read a letter from my mother unless the Queen was at my side, and she would even read them before I had the chance to break the seal myself — so how could I? How could I have ever been a threat?”

“These were necessary precautions. Are you still such a child that you can not understand this?”

“Were you so blinded by loyalty that you slaughtered my brother who was hardly yet a man grown?” You questioned while pushing out of his hold, “Are you so clouded by the judgment of your mother that you forced your wife to run away?”

I don't wanna talk/ If it makes you feel sad/ And I understand/ You've come to shake my hand

“So now you admit to not only fleeing but running away…”

“Aemond, you have to understand that I wasn’t running from you—”

Aemond chuckled in disbelief at the notion, “Did you see the opportunity to escape your one-eyed husband and take it? Run away from the Kinslayer?”

Your jaw clenched at the harsh words that even he knew were untrue, “I was a hostage under a usurper! Despite all my tears and promises that I was a faithful wife, you still allowed me to be tormented and disgraced!”

“I was protecting you!” Aemond grabbed your wrist with quick ferocity. You had only seen such aggression from him in training yards or battlefields.

With eyes wide, you looked from his violet eye to the pale hand squeezing around your wrist. His eye trailed to follow your own gaze. When the realization washed over him, Aemond was just as quick to let go, even stepping away from you. Clearly, he was disgusted by his thoughtless action.

I apologize/ If it makes you feel bad/ Seeing me so tense/ No self-confidence

Gingerly, you brushed your fingers over your wrist. Though it was sore, you were sure that it would not bruise. In all your time with Aemond, he had never once acted so violently toward you. Your heart felt paralyzed by all that had transpired just today.

“My love,” Aemond finally broke the silence, “Please…”

In an instant, your mind thought back to many, many moons ago. Days of your adolescence that were now long past resurfaced with a small glimpse from Aemond. How he looked at youon your name day when you became a young woman of five and ten… The elegant dress you wore as he asked for a dance and the way it flowed when he would twirl you. Or the look in his eye as both of you sliced open each other’s lip to mix blood in custom with the Targaryen traditions of old Valyria. Or how he looked to you now…

His gaze caught your eyes as he stood far less confident than mere moments ago. His demeanor had rapidly changed — the Aemond of the battlefield softly replaced by your Aemond.

“Forgive me, I— this day…” Aemond sighed in defeat, tears threatening to spill, “Please come home with me…”

Following his words, Aemond stretched out his hand to you - the illusion of choice. It looked like he was giving you the option to remain at Rook’s Rest, but you knew that choice did not truly exist. Either way, you would be leaving with Aemond, willingly or not.

You released the breath you had been holding as you approached him. Gently, you rested your palm atop his own…

“You must know that Rhaenyra shall send Daemon to fetch me once more…” You swallowed, concerned for your family, relieved to be with your husband once more.

“Hmm…” He lift a brow as he began to escort you out of the tower, “I’m counting on it… but no one shall take you from me ever again…”

But you see/ The winner takes it all…

[cecilebutcher]

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Summary: you eavesdrop on your boyfriend. (Vil, Malleus)

Warning: swearing, stress, Malleus being too pure for the world.

For: @boopshoops

Word count: 1.6k

V.Shoenhiet

Being in a relationship with the Vil Shoenheit was all fun and games.

Until he starts working.

While yes, you adore the blonde and he’s an amazing boyfriend.

when he has work he suddenly forgets that there are people around him

And that meant he tended to ignore everything and everyone around him for the sake of utter perfection in his performance.

And while you do understand how important this is to him. (And you by extension)

Sometimes you wished he’d just drop his work and go back to normal.

This was one of those instances.

It’s been around a week since Vil started shooting for his new movie. And while at first you were extremely excited for him and even more happy, right now you were extremely annoyed at the beautiful blonde.

Currently you were sat at the Pomefiore lounge waiting for Epel so the two of you could finally go out after what feels like years of you waiting for the short male. “Bonjour Trickster!” The sudden voice made you jump a bit, and the face didn’t make you feel all that comfortable either.

“Hey Rook, what’s up?” You asked the blonde smiling down at you “anything entreating going on with you today?” He sighed as he took a seat next to you on the comfy purple coach “non, I’m just worried for Roi du poison” that managed to catch your attention.

Rook, being Rook, noticed the concern on your pretty features “Trickster” He said as he looked at you “would you do me a small favor and check on Roi du poison?” Not even a second after he had asked, you were already on your feet heading towards the houswardens room.

You were practically running through the halls of the castle like dorm, trying to get to your lover as fast as you could. Soon you arrived to his room, and before you knocked you heard his angelic voice from behind it.

“I get that I have a shoot this weekend, but you have to understand I have other priorities” you drive in your place, he was obviously talking on the phone. On one hand you could knock the door, which means he’ll have to end the phone call. And on the other, you could just leave and come back in a bit.

Instead of choosing A or B you decided on C, listen in on his phone call. You placed your ear to the door and waited patiently. After a bit he started talking again. “No I don’t want to loose the job, but I’ve been neglecting my duties as a housewarden and student….. yes it is important, I have to be a role model to the other students……. No…. No I get it but”

He let out a sigh, and annoyed and tired sigh “listen, just give me this weekend off, I’ll get my housewarden and student duties over with and come in next week…. Yes…. Yes I promise” anger pulsed through you. Vil was a sweetheart who cared deeply about both his dorm mates and his studies, and now here comes work keeping him from both these things.

You wanted to barge in there, snatch the phone from his hands, and yell at whoever he was on the phone with. You hated when people decided to tell Vil what to do. Yes they were technically his bosses, but still!! Vil deserves to get breaks so he can live his life as a teenager!

Just as you were about to actually barge in, someone grabbed your arm and yanks you away. That someone was none other then your oh so beloved friend Epel Feilmer. “What are you doing?!” He yelled/whispered out at you “If Vil finds out you’re eavedropping/“ “He won’t do anything!” You yelled/whispered back. “Listen, I’m just worried about him ok?” The purple haired let out a sigh before saying “I know I know” his accent returned “I’m worried about Vil as well, but you have to let him be alright?”

You nodded with an annoyed frown “now come on, we’ll buy some gifts for him while we’re out to make him feel better” you said a quiet ‘ok’ as you started to follow him, after giving a last glance at the wooden dorm room door. You took out your phone and sent him a small ‘Love you<3’ text and left.

All you knew in that moment, is that once iou come back you’ll spoil the fuck out of your boyfriend and dote on him till he dies from love and affection.

M.Draconia

Malleus Draconia.

How you managed to date the Malleus Droconia, Prince of fae, you will never know.

But even thought people say he’s terrifying (which you thought was stupid, he’s literally just so cute)

He’s a wonderful boyfriend.

He’s kind, caring.

And fucking badass.

So you did what anyone with common sense did, and decided to surprise him with home made ice cream.

It took you ages to find the right ingredients for the salted caramel ice cream you were making, and took you even longer to make the ice cream. But the end results were amazing.

Currently you were headed to the Diasomnia dorm with the container in your arms. Once the dark castle was in view you took a deep breath and walked towards in. Once inside you were greeted by the sight of Sebek lecturing Silver while the older male dozed off.

“Hi guys!” The two turned to look at you, Silver smiling and Sebek with his ever lasting scowl “Hey mc, what are you doing here?” Asked the silver haired male “I’m here to see Malleus!! I have something for him if that’s ok” you replied with a smile.

“The young master is busy right now it’s Lilia, it’s best to come back later” Sebek crossed his arms as he spoke. Silver just gave you a ‘you know how he is’ look about Sebek and flopped down on the couch besides him “or you can just wait”

You nodded at them before quickly going to the kitchen and placing the ice cream inside so it wouldn’t melt while you waited for your lover. Once back at the common room you were glad to see Sebek no longer annoying the poor boy and instead on the couch next to him tapping away at his phone while Silver slept peacefully. You sat down next to the sleeping sophomore and waited.

After what felt like years, but according to Sebek only 30 minutes, you were bored and extremely tired of waiting.

So you decided to do what any other sane person would do in this situation, and barge into the crown prince of briar valleys room.

After getting your oh so amazing ice cream, you started going up the countless stairs of the Diasomnia dorm. After countless hallways you were finally able to find the large door belonging to the Diasomnia housewardens room.

Before you were able to knock on the door, signifying that you wanted to enter you heard the oh so majestic voice of your beloved boyfriend talking to his oh so wonderful father and mentor, Lilia. Against your better judgement you decided to place your ear to the door and listen in, mostly simply to hear Malleus’ voice.

“Are you sure that would suffice Lilia?” A smile appeared on your face as your beloved boyfriend’s voice came through the closed door, even if it was muffled a bit “Maybe the child of man would like something more? A diamond necklace or a ruby bracelet perhaps?” You could hear Lilia’s sigh. A sigh he let out meaning ‘you truly are stupid’

“Malleus. Mc wouldn’t care weather you bought them 30 pure diamonds and pearls or picked up a flower for a garden for them. Trust me, what you have is more than enough” you smiled fondly at the thought of him bringing you something. Knowing malleus it could range from a tiny rock in a shape of a heart, or an actual castle just for you.

Before you could hear more and ruin whatever surprise the fae had prepared you, you knocked on the door. The two stopped talking, and a few seconds later the door opened to show the gorgeous face of your beloved. “Oh, Child of man! What can I help you with my dear?” He greeted, his eyes going soft as a smile of adoration appeared on his lips.

You held out the container and spoke “I made you ice cream! It’s salted Carmel flavored” somehow, the smile grew softer as love filled Maleus’s eyes. He took the container from your hand and placed a free hand on the back of your head, bringing it closer before planting a gentle kiss atop your locks.

“Thank you dearest, it means the world to me that you brought me this” you gladly returned the smile before quickly planting a kiss on his cheek “I need to run, But come by later ok?” You said as you started to walk away “we can make ice cream sandwiches together!” You disappeared from his sight before he even had a chance but to reply to you.

But you knew he’d come. He always does. No matter what if you called he’ll be there in less than a minute. And you loved him so much for that. As you walked towards the staircase leading to the dark room lounge, you wondered what exactly had Lilia and Malleus discussed.

Whatever it was, all you knew that Lilia was correct. As long as it came from Malleus, you would cherish it even after death.

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[ideasarestuckinmyhead]

Swaying necks cannot hold a heavy Crown.

Dynasty AU, a diff version where all the listeners are related but follow one sibling.

Sibling order: Rook and Boo (older twins), Casper, Buddy, Angel, Sunflower, Star and Scout (younger twins).

Sharp eyes look down at the man before the throne. This, this man dared challenge the Monarch? Oh, how pathetic. Siblings are lined by the Monarch, all ready to act if given a signal to strike. But none came, Rook wanted a bit of fun.

"I forget how stupid men could be. It's been a while since I've been challenged so....boldly before." Words echoed in the throne room. Everyone hanged on their words as they stood before all of the court.

"Advisor, my sword." Holding their hand out, Rook's sword that was given to them was placed there. Boo, to the right of Rook gave the Monarch their sword.

"Your Majesty, I think this wouldn't be a good choice to fight here. The servant's changed the carpet yesterday. It would be rude to spill blood on their hard work." Advising came from the left. Where Casper was, they leaned on the throne not caring for the man, but the carpet.

"Our sibling is right, your Majesty. Please let us take this outside." Sunflower suggested next to Finn. The blonde looked pale seeing his sibling in law and Monarch ready to fight someone. Blood was going to be all over when they finish!

"I don't think Imperial Consort Auron, would be happy about this. He did say to not cause a ruckus while he was in bed rest. Your Majesty." Whispering Angel chided their sibling. It was true, the red head was hurt by an assassination attempt last week. He was still recovering and told Rook to behave.

But it seems bringing up the beloved of their Monarch made them even more mad. After searching for so long, no one could find the assassin. Rook, seeing this challenge decided to blow off some steam.

"Advisor Angel, it seemed your words didn't help." Taunting their sibling Buddy looked at Scout. "Prepare outside and tell Seth to have a doctor ready." The youngest nodded and ran off. Their twin, Star sighed and got up as well.

"It seems I need to be the referee for this fight." Walking away, Faust giggled while following them. He can't wait to see Auron's reaction to the fighting! It seems the other partners of the siblings also came to watch the fight.

In the combat area of the palace, Rook stood tall looking down at the man. Everyone watched as the man got more nervous, but Star chose to ignore that and began speaking.

"Are both sides ready with their swords?" Getting confirmation that both were, Star raised heir hand. "BEGIN!" Slashing thier hand down, clashing of swords was heard. Rook made the first strike and was being aggressive.

"Auron's gonna be mad again.." Whispering Finn looked at Sunflower. Who nodded, sighing as they knew their lover was right. Rook always seems to go off the handle when Auron is on bed rest.

"Hey Boo? Do you think Rook will kill this one? It's been a while since they have..." Mumbling Alphonse looked at the Monarch's trusted advisor. Rubbing their nose bridge Boo shook their head.

"If our Majesty knows what's good for them. They won't, Auron told them to not kill and let us handle that." Replying to the pinkette they turned back to the fight. Rook with a swift motion flung the sword out the man's hand.

"UGH, It's gonna end before it even started! Why do weakling keep challenging Monarch?" Grumbling Scout leaned on Seth. Who nodded and pet their head, Scout smiled at that and kissed his cheek.

"Darling, our Monarch is really strong. Auron's the only one that can really reel them in." Most of the people in the family nodded. Ever since Rook got with Auron, their sparring with random challengers was reduced greatly. And all were thankful, it got annoying after the tenth fight in one week one time.

Screaming was heard and Rook was standing over the man on the floor. He was bleeding as a sword was plunged into his stomach. Trying to speak more blood came out of his mouth, his eyes wide with fear.

"Rook, Enough!" Comanding everyone turned and saw Auron. Who was clutching tightly on his cane, Buddy and Jack were by his side making sure he was okay.

"Auron! Why are you out of bed?? Your hurt??" Worried Rook rushed to him and waved to Scout. "Make the doctor heal him. Then Angel, you can deal with him." Whispering the last part Angel smiled widely and rushed off.

"I'm out of bed because you forgotten to control your anger." Scolding Auron sighed as he flinched feeling his wound sting. Moving around too much always seemed to mess with him.

Buddy rushed to him with a wheelchair, Jack was beside him and took his cane. As Auron slowly at on the wheelchair Rook apologized.

"It seems I have, sorry my love. Here let's go back. I'm done anyways." Trying to lighten his mood Rook pushed Auron back to his part of the palace. Chatting the whole way there about what they did and asking about his day.

"And there they go....They are SO whipped for him." Laughing Faust turned to Star, who nodded. But everyone knew that Auron was the same way. After all when the assassin came it was originally for Rook.

Auron was able to cut the assassin badly before they fled. Rook, after that regretted taking the crown. Danger was at their lover and them, but the words of their late father rang into yheir minds.

"Swaying necks cannot hold a heavy crown." Basically telling them to be strong, or the weight of the crown would take their neck. Looking at Auron who was chatting about a person he contracted earlier made them smile.

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: "Do we have to get out of bed?"

Pairing: Rook hunt x GN!Reader/Prefect/Yuu

Genre: Fluff

TW: The characters are aged up, use of "mama" as a gender neutral term for a parent.

AN: It's time for the man, the myth, the legend himself: Rook! Ngl, this hunter gave me a ton of trouble with the fic. I'm still a bit unhappy with this, since I know it isn't one of my best works, but it is something. Happy birthday to everyone's favorite hunter <3 I hope you enjoy ^^ (PS: at one point, the reader is referred to as "mama". It is supposed to be read as a gender neutral term for a parent. If anyone who's fluent in French knows an actual gender neutral term for parent, please let me know ^^)

You opened your eyes to the chirping of birds outside your room, and the feeling of strong, warm arms around your middle. The warmth behind your body shifted slightly, pulling you closer and making you smile.

"Rook."

The blonde haired man hummed, letting you know that he was awake. Soft lips graced your neck with careful and slow kisses, a routine he performed daily as a sign of his love.

You turned in his hold, eyes softening as they met those of your husband. Rook smiled at you.

"Bonjour, mon amour," he hummed, leaning slightly to place yet another kiss, this time at your lips. Pulling away, he continued speaking in that slightly raspy tone that he always got in the morning, "Did you sleep well?"

You nodded, absentmindedly running your fingers over the slight stubble on his face. Rook let you do as you pleased, his eyes not straying a moment away from yours.

The sliver of sunlight coming in through the gap between the curtains framed the soft domestic scene that was your reality. You knew there were things to do, responsibilities of real life that would have you be separated from the arms of your beloved husband soon enough (a crime, truly). But these precious few moments, ones Rook insisted on experiencing every morning, gave you all the energy you would need to complete your daily tasks and come back to your husband's loving embrace each night.

After a few minutes of just staring at each other in content silence, you asked, "What are your plans for today?" Rook sighed, closing his eyes and burrowing in your hair. "I'm taking the twins to visit maman et papa. They've been asking to see them lately."

"Have you told them that they will be here for Christmas?"

"I did, but they were insistent," Rook hummed, fingers making lazy circles on your hip. "Will you be joining us, my dear?"

"I would love to, but there's some things I must get done today. And if you're taking the kids out of the house then I can buy their gifts and hide them."

"Ah."

"Give my regards to mom and dad, hm?"

"Of course mon amour."

You smiled, then made a move to get up.

Rook's hold on you tightened, and he pulled you right back where you started, body flush against him. Laughter left you shaking in his arms slightly. "Rook, we need to get up."

"Must we? Surely a few more minutes with me would not hurt~"

Before you could reply that yes, you two did need to leave the bed, a knock sounded on the door before it was opened, and in ran your two children, the apples of your eyes.

The boy immediately jumped onto your bed, shaking an amused Rook, "Papa! Papa wake up! We gotta go!" The blonde man let out a chuckle, letting go of you to take your son in his arms and tickle him. Peals of laughter left both son and father as they engaged in some play-fighting, Rook making sure not to be too rough with his child.

Your daughter, on the other hand, calmly stood near your side of the bed, looking at you with a sleepy smile. The calmer counterpart to her excitable brother, she gently tapped your arm with her palm. "Morning mama."

You scooped her up in your arms, pressing a kiss to her forehead as you sat her on your lap. "Morning sweetie."

Both of you watched the boys as they played around, messing up the bedsheets in their fun. Your daughter cheered her father on, and the betrayed look your son sent to his twin had you laughing.

What a perfect start to a perfect day, for the perfect family you had made with the love of your life.

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[pandoa]

"say you love me but make it sweeter"

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

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No.”

“Please?”

“No.”

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

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

“Trickster, I beg of you!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“...”

“You're hopeless, Rook.”

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

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

“Ah—Trickster! Wait!"

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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.”

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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

[ladylamrian]

His Barbie, Her Ken 🩷 (F!MC×Nik)

Pairing: F!MC×White!NikRyder

Summary: Alex tries to convince Nik.

Word Count: 1.9K words

Rating: General (Fluff, Comedy)

Warnings: none

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Prompt: "Smile" for @choicesjanuary2024

Author's note: I planned this a loooong time ago when Barbie was trending here in the fandom, but I'm late here. Never mind. I just feel horrible that the ones who newly got added in my taglist will read this. I HAVE BETTER FICS THAN THIS

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"Eeeeeekkkk, Nik!!!", Alex excitedly squeaked in the bedroom. She quickly rushed to the livingroom of Nik's apartment where her boyfriend was seated and silently drinking coffee while reading a book.

"You seem excited, rook.", he looked up to her and chuckled.

"Ooooh, Nik. My love. My life. My everything... You would do anything for me, right?", she watched the blonde with pleading eyes and innocently smiled at him which made him a bit worry now.

"Uhhh, love you too. Everything okay?"

"Oh, yes. Yes, dearie.", she sat next to him on the white couch and moved a little closer towards him which made his cheeks turn softly pink.

"That's how I like it. You and me, rook.", he smiled and gently wrapped his strong arm around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands lightly rested on his chest as she gazed up to him. Then she spoke again in a bit serious tone.

"I love you, Nik. You're my everything. You're handsome, sweet, strong, loyal, caring, honest and would never leave my side.", she wispered in his ear which made his heart flutter.

"Always, love. Always. I'll always be there for you and never leave your side. Never. Not like last year, rook. I won't tell you to leave me anymore and I won't abandon you. Never. You were always more than a job to me. Now you're more. My everything. My true love. I will never hurt your feelings anymore. I swear.", he confessed and took her hands in his while she rested her head on his broad shoulder.

"I know. Thanks Nik."

"Always, sweetheart."

"So, Niiiiiiik?"

"Yeah?"

"You would do anything for me, right?", she mischevously grinned.

Her question surprised him, so he thought to to answer it carefully. He was on high alert. His sudden silence made Alex ask the question again.

"Nik, I asked you something. You would do anything for me, hmm? You would love me no matter what happens right?"

"Alex, what did you do now?"

"Huh?", she got surprised by his sudden question.

"I'm asking what did you do now??!", he got more serious and almost glared at her.

"What?! I didn't do anything?", she almost panicked.

"Spill it, rook. What dumb thing did you do this time?", Nik raised his eyebrow.

"Nothing, really!! I don't do dumb things, Nik!! Besides, I just wanted to invite you. Do you want to go to the cinema with me tonight, Nik? Pleeease?", she pleased with her best puppy eyes she could create.

"Ohhh... Like a date?"

"Yeah, a date. So what do you say?"

"I would never disagree a romantic date with my beloved girlfriend.", Nik's mood lightened and his eyes sparkled mischevously with joy.

"Thanks, Nik.", she planted a sweet kiss quickly before standing up.

"Where are ya' headin'? I want to cuddle with you, rookie."

"Me too, Nik. As much I like to continue our cuddle session, but we have to go shopping now.", she excitedly squeaked and began to twirl around the room until Nik stood up and grabbed her.

"Hey energetic, little rookie... Why the sudden plan for shopping?", he chuckled.

"Because we're a couple and need to fit the dresscode for the movie. I already have a lot pink clothes to wear, but you... Not even a single one, Nik."

"Wait, what???!!! A dresscode and PINK??!!! Hell no, definitly not. And there is no such dresscode for a movie, rook. Forget it!! Not even a single bit of that horrible color, rook. I rather die than... What kind of movie is that anyway??!!", Nik panicked and took a few steps backwards while her girlfriend tried to get closer.

"Nik, relax. We're going to watch the new Barbie movie tonight? Both wearing pink. We'll be like Barbie and Ken.", she softly spoke while trying to calm down her boyfriend.

"Noooo... Over my dead body, rook!!! I'm sorry, but I won't", he panicked.

"Or blue like Ken? But Nik... You said you wouldn't disagree on a date with me? Please, Nik. For me?", she tried to her best puppy eyes and sweety looked at him.

"But that's not my taste. How about we watch Oppenheimer instead? Or any other movie? A Fantasy movie? Or a Horror movie, because you look cute when you're scared and begin moving closer towards me?"

"But... but... Barbie. Barbie was my childhood. Barbie - Mariposa. Barbie, the Princess and the Pauper. Barbie, the Swanlake Princess. Or Barbie and the Three Musketeers. These classical fairytales with fairies and princesses. I always dreamed to be a fairy. With Barbie you can become anything.

"Alex, you're somehow already a fairy. A fae. Fae royalty. The future duchess of Lamrian."

"Nik, the movie is not going to be that bad. The trailer and the music's soooo good. There's also a male character. Or are you afraid that people might confuse you with Ken and will after chase you?", she winked.

"Only because I'm a blond haired guy, doesn't make me a Ken. I'm Nik. Oh hey, a blonde braided hairstyle would suit you, rook. You would look totally cute. I can imagine that quite easily [see at the end of this fanfic]. But back to the topic... I love you, but I'm not interested in that movie. Forgive me, my angel.", Nik tried to explain his girlfriend who got a little disappointed, but understood and respected his final decision.

"Fiiine, Nik. Sorry. Now what do I do with my two cinema tickets then? I wanted to surprise you with them, but..."

"I know, rookie. I'm so sorry, but... Hey, why don't invite someone else with you? And I know how eagerly you want to watch the movie, so I won't stop you. Go without me and enjoy tonight, dear. Hmm?", Nik moved closer, cupped her face in his both hands and stared in her eyes with pure affection.

"But who? Hmmm... Luc?"

"Oh no, please not him. He won't stop flirting with you.", the blond quickly disagreed which made Alex giggle.

"Don't worry, he might be busy in his shop. I don't think Katherine would be interested, but... Oh, I know who'll definitly go with me."

"Who?"

"Vera!! She'll definitly join me.", Alex her eyes sparked with joy and she immediately pulled away from Nik, got her phone to text her friend.

Vera's a sweet and amazing friend who always hanged out with her, whether is was shopping, having lunch at a Café or anything else. She'd definitly love to hang out with her. And she wouldn't disagree on wearing pink. Immediately a notification popped up on Alex's phone with Vera's reply.

"Eeeeekkk, she agreed!!! Vera and I are going to watch the movie tonight. She agreed!! Thanks for the suggestion, I love you.", she got more excited and planted a quick kiss on his cheek to thank her boyfriend.

"Sure, no problem. Anything for my rookie. I love it when you smile. Have fun tonight.", he kissed her back.

"Thanks, Nik. I love you sooo much.", she squeaked and immediately went in the bedroom to change her clothes into something more... pink!!

As she finally stepped outside their bedroom back to the livingroom where Nik was waiting, his eyes widen as he saw her in her new outfit.

"Woaaah, you... You look amazing. Damn, pink surprisingly looks good on you.", his cheeks turned softly into the same color like her girlfriend's outfit as he shyly admired her beauty.

Alex was wearing a soft-pink colored and black-laced tank-top and tight, light-blue jeans trousers. Not to forget some pair of pink sneakers which actually was the only item Nik didn't liked about her outfit. But who cares... Nik loves her just the way she is. Her hype and excitement for Barbie just surprised him a bit. Something he definitly didn't expected.

"Thanks, Ken... I mean... Nik.", she winked, trying to tease him and bumped her shoulder against his.

"My naughty girl. Have fun tonight with Vera while watching the new Barbie movie.", he chuckled.

"Did someone say they're going to watch the newest Barbie movie?", a familar voice called out from the hallway, just outside Nik's apartment.

Nik and Alex got curious and moved closer towards the slightly open front door of their apartment. Pushing the door more open, revealed two figures standing infront of them with wide smiles.

"Garrus? Krom? What are you doing here?"

"Yeah, were you guys listening to our conversations?", Nik raised his eyebrow and welcomed them inside.

The four of them went inside the apartment and got seated in the livingroom.

"Darling, you look gorgeous. What a pretty outfit. So pink!", Garrus praised her.

"Yes, you look great."

"Thanks Garrus! Thanks, Krom! I'm going to watch the newest Barbie movie tonight with Vera, so I thought to wear pink.", she explained her idea which got Garrus excited.

"That's a fae-tastic!! Krom and I are going to watch that movie too. And I love that idea. Let's wear pink too, Krom!", he suggested the stone-troll.

"Uhh, sure. Anything for you, Garrus."

"Waiiiit, you two are going to watch the movie tonight too??!! That's great!!! Let the four of us go together then!!", Alex requested and both agreed.

"Great idea!! Nik, you're not joining Alex?"

"Uhh, no Krom. I'm not. You guys enjoy tonight."

Later in the evening, Garrus, Krom, Vera and Alex were standing infront of the cinema house. All of them wearing pink. They went inside, showed their cinema tickets and ushered inside the hall to take their seats. The friends group ready and excited for the movie to start.

"I'm so excited!! And look how many people are here.", Vera gazed around until her eyes landed on the seat next to her where a familar voice greeted them.

"Bon soir, mon amies."

"Luc?? What are you doing here?"

"I'm here just like you. For the movie.", he winked.

"Oh, I didn't expected you to be a fan. You look great.", she shyly confessed and analyzed new shirt. It was a pink, flowery shirt which revealed his chest. Just like the one he usually wears, but more pink.

"I wasn't actually a fan, but I had to understand the hype. So I came. If my favorite people ended up to watch the movie, then it might a fantastique one. C'est vrai?"

"That's a cool thought. Explain that to Nik.", Alex just noticed Luc and began greeting him. Garrus and Krom greeted Luc too.

"Now there are five of us for the movie.", Garrus lightened up.

"Oh, not quite. The hunter is here too. Watching the hoppenheimer movie in the other hall.", Luc informed which gave Alex a huge shock.

"What??!!! Nik's here??!!! I know he hates pink, but... Why did he hid that from me? Why didn't he told that to me?", she got disappointed.

"Nik? My apologies, I wasn't talking about him. I was talking about the lady hunter friend."

"Katherine?"

"Oui, Katherine.", he confirmed which calmed Alex a little bit down. She wouldn't have minded if Nik prefers Oppenheimer movie over Barbie, but not telling his partner and secretly having other plans is something else. Afterall, he told her that he'll stay at home.

"Oh Vera, maybe I was too harsh to Nik. What if he wanted to watch the other movie with me instead and I...? Now he's alone at home.", she asked her best friend for advice.

"Hey, don't worry. He loves you. After the movie is over, why don't you go home and suggest to spend some time with him together? Ask what he wants to do with you."

"Ssssshhh, the movie's starting now!", Krom informed the group. Before everyone got focused on the screen, Alex took the chance and wispered in Vera's ear to thank her for the advice and beeing such a great friend.

"Thanks, Vee."

Created with the Barbie & Ken Selfie Generator

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If Alex had blonde hair like a Barbie (Nightbound hair option)

Confession Time: This was my MC when I didn't buyed the luxurious black-silvery hair option. She had this blonde braided hairstyle option and my Nik Ryder was blond too which made them look like Barbie & Ken somehow... 🤭🤭🩷

[charliemwrites]

charlie my beloved, do you have any sort of face claim for rook/duke to go with castle? 🥺

I have a couple things!! I made a picrew for her (let’s say this is just before she enlisted). Her hair in this blond instead of strawberry blond unfortunately

And as for face claim, I was thinking one of the Fanning sisters. Either Elle or Dakota - but imagine with much curlier and short hair

[traumxrei-archive]

【 noble gentlemen; pomefiore 】

— or, the noble gentlemen series, in which the genre of the world is historical fantasy, and you and the twst boys are citizens of a distant magical land !

details: gn! reader, drabbles, can be read platonically or romantically

note: pomefiore my beloveds !! they were super fun to write, but also the way i got stuck trying to make them more...magical and mystical bc their arc is mostly centered around theater sjfkdjsk

[ part four out of seven in the noble gentlemen series ]

After every notable performance, all newspapers waited for a letter with bated breath. They never knew where it was going to be sent, only that it was going sent one day after the show. That letter was from the mysterious 'R', a well-renowned critic who indulged in beautiful things.

You, however, were less interested in what 'R' wrote but rather in who 'R' was. The only thing that was known about 'R' was the fact that he was a man. That was how you approached this performance at a fancy Ashengrotto restaurant. You scanned the crowds around you. The seating was random, so it could be that you were somewhere within the vicinity of 'R'...

"Mon minou," An exuberant voice caught your attention. "What is so interesting that your eyes are on the audience instead of the performance?" Perfectly smooth blond hair and foxy eyes, framed by a fedora. With no better excuse, you tell him about your ambition to unmask 'R' and the man laughed, seemingly delighted. You tilted your head at his reaction.

His eyes curved as he smiled, tapping a gloved finger on your table, "Should we make it a contest then? Of who can unmask this 'R' character first?" And well…why not? You shook his hand and he made a pleased noise, "It is my pleasure to indulge in such an exciting hunt. My name is Rook. Rook Hunt." And that was how you embarked on a hunt to unmask 'R' with your new acquaintance, Rook.

———

Rook was very passionate about theater. He clapped the loudest and he always had the most to say to you, his theater buddy. Rook never sought to disturb the performance, no, he was simply...brimming with excitement. It was hard not to pay attention to his every word, with how he enriched the performance for you— and, unintentionally, those around you too.

"My! C'est tres bien!" Rook's eyes sparkled as he regarded you. "That last part, yes, with the vibrato...it was simply divine. Like an angel had descended on Earth!" Rook continued spewing various forms of compliments. It seemed that he was just the type of person to find the beauty in sorrowful things like failure. You just wished that he would do so in a way that attracted less attention, but you guessed that was a part of Rook’s “charm”.

———

Rook played favorites. You had initially thought that his love for watching performances was equally great. But now you knew that Rook was a particularly big fan of the up-and-coming actor, Neige LeBlanche. It really wasn't that noticeable with how enthusiastic the other was, but...there was always an extra large smile on his face when it came to Neige.

"How did you know?" Rook looked quite surprised when you mentioned it to him. "C'est vraiment. I've been a fan of Roi du Neige ever since he was a rookie actor. Ah, it brings me back to the early days..." As you listened to Rook’s stories, you realize now that maybe you spent a little too much time with Rook rather than hunting for 'R'. Not that you minded at all, Rook was better company than a mysterious critic you didn't know.

———

Rook very seldom met with you outside of the theater, but today was quite different. He had requested that you accompanied him to the post office. A weird request, but you chalked it up to another one of his whimsical wants.

"Pay attention to me," Rook smiled; secretive and soft as he started to write the contents of the letter. You had an inkling that you knew where this would lead; the signs were quite obvious. Your theories were confirmed when you watched him sign the letter with the cursive letter 'R'.

You grabbed at his arm then, startling the man, "What is it, mon minou? Are you shocked by my true identity?" You shook your head, giving him a secretive smile of your own. You asked him what your prize would be. Well, you did agree that the first person to catch ‘R’ would win. So clearly this was your win.

Shock preceded the understanding on Rook's face, "Fufufu~ So the tricked becomes the trickster. I shall treat you to the most extravagant dinner! With meats caught dutifully by this Rook Hunt!" You had a feeling that you had only scratched the surface of what made Rook himself, and that you would be learning more and more about him now that you knew his secret.

Of all the actors that were circulating the entertainment sphere, Epel Femlier was a unique one. The first thing about him was his uniquely delicate looks. Critics and fans waxed poetic of his ephemeral beauty and the sweet lilt of his voice. And the second thing was the fact that he was a famous actor's protégé. Now that garnered attention. Even if Epel hasn't acted on the big stages yet, many people were already a fan. You couldn’t lie that you weren’t slightly curious about the fledgling actor. And you never thought that you would get to meet him— and especially not at a farmer’s market. 

You looked at the stalls overflowing with produce and then back at your basket, which was almost full. You sighed. Maybe you should’ve brought a bigger basket. Still, you continued to peruse the streets, before your eyes fell upon the unassuming apple stand. Apples. Rows and rows of bright red apples lined the stall’s display, along with glass bottles filled to the brim with golden apple juice. You swallowed back a gulp. That juice sure looked appetizing…

“You wanna try some?” The voice shocked you out of your staring, and you could see a young man with a low-brimmed cap sitting behind the stand. “Ah, ‘M not supposta give out freebies, but…I’ll give it to you if you won’t snitch.”

You nodded, watching as the man uncorked a bottle, pouring two glasses. The juice tasted sweet on your tongue, the flavor instantly lifting your spirits. You made sure to tell the male, who was very happy to hear your compliments. “Right? My meemaw’s apples are just the best aren’t they?” In his excitement, his hat fell and lavender locks came into view. Your eyes widened. Wasn’t this guy—?

“Shh, don’t go makin’ a fuss now!” The man sighed, his voice softening as his accent melted away. “I didn’t think anyone would recognize me at a farmer’s market like this… Could you please keep this a secret? Vil would ki- I mean, he wouldn’t be happy about this…I think.” You nodded still in shock at your luck. Who would’ve known that the Epel Felmier would be tending to a stand at a farmer’s market? Although that was your first encounter with Epel, it surely wasn’t your last.

———

The next time that you met Epel was also at an unexpected place. You hadn’t meant to peek into the alleyway. No, your heard noises, so you came to check it out. And you were just going to leave! That was when you spotted Epel arguing loudly with some suspicious people. You didn’t have time to think before grabbing his arm and dragging him out of the alley.

He sputtered, “Whaddaya think you’re doin’!” You explained that you saw one of them holding a camera as you ran. Maybe they had been “scandal fishing”, a nasty practice that gossip magazines started doing to fabricate stories. Epel lost his angry expression then, immediately mellowing out, “Ah. Vil did tell me about those kinds of scams…I can’t believe I almost fell for it. This is the second time you’ve covered for me. I should find a way to thank you...”  You breathed a sigh of relief when you realized you lost them, just glad that Epel didn’t get damaged by such a trap.

———

The next time you met, it was Epel that called you out, after you exchanged names of course. You met him at your house and found him dressed in his plain clothes disguise. He immediately handed you a small item. You turned it over in your hands, marveling at the delicate features on the wooden bird that Epel clearly hand-carved.

“Don’t be impressed just yet,” Epel said, though you could see his chest puffing out at your compliments. “That’s made out of apple wood. But let me carve you something out of a real apple.” Epel told you a lot about his hometown, Harveston as he carved. And you spent the afternoon chatting with the actor and marveling at the growing carved apple collection on your plate. (Was there a way to preserve these carved apples so they didn’t go bad? You didn’t want all the carvings of Epel’s to go to waste.)

———

There was no shortage of surprises when you were with Epel. And this time was no different, as you were sprinting through the streets. It seemed that no matter where he went, Epel really was too recognizable. You couldn’t even enjoy a simple stroll without hordes of his fans chasing you down. You stumbled as you ran behind the lavender-haired man.

“Ah, careful there!” Epel yelled as you two rounded a corner. “We gotta lose them before this turns into a bigger fiasco!” You nodded, before telling him to turn left instead of right this time. And that was how you two ended up crouching in the corner of an unattended horse stable.

The two of you held your breaths as the fans passed by, not suspecting a thing. “I should be used to the stink, but ugh,” Epel wrinkled his nose. Seeing his angelic face twist into one of disgust was enough to send you into a fit of laughter. “O-Oi, there wasn’t anythin’ funny ‘bout that!” Epel’s accent always slipped out when he was mad, but you could tell he wasn’t mad at you. No, he was holding back his laughter himself. Later on, Epel’s mentor, Vil, scolded the two of you when you came back to the studio. But Epel didn’t seem all that upset. Instead, he shared a smile with you, as if the experience was a little secret between just the two of you.

If you knew anything about the entertainment business, it was about Vil Schoenheit. Being an actor since he was young, the man seemed perfect in every way. You often saw his name in the headlines of newspapers as he delivered groundbreaking performance after performance.

So as a treat for yourself, you wanted to watch one of his stage plays. But maybe you should’ve been expecting that all the tickets for his show were sold out. For months. Dejected, you bought a ticket for another play instead.

As you settled into the balcony seat, you noticed the man sitting next to you. He was wearing a long cowl, which obstructed most of his face. But you could see him tapping his perfectly manicured nails on the theater seat.

"You there who was staring," The man's voice made you jump and you hesitantly turned toward him. "Why did you come to watch this play?" You...didn't know what to say, so you told him the truth.

"Hmm, so you wanted to see a Vil Schoenheit show," The man shifted as the lights in the theater dimmed, signaling the start of the show. "What is it that you like about him?" You shrugged, telling him that he caught your attention and that you wanted to learn more about him.

As the lights turned on, the man lowered his cowl, revealing a too-familiar face that you had seen in papers. There was a strikingly beautiful smile on his face, "Well? What would you like to know? I'll make an exception and answer your questions— after we watch the play." And that was how you accidentally became acquainted with Vil Schoenheit.

———

Vil was a phenomenal performer. You had received a scented invitation with tickets to his show and who were you to deny the very thing you were looking forward to? You swallowed as one of the staff led you to his dressing room after the show. Vil was there, tying off his silk robe when you entered.

He sat down, glancing at you through the mirror, "What did you think?" You couldn't help but earnestly compliment the way he portrayed the character he played; slipping in a few critiques as well. He listened intently to you, evident by the way he kept glancing up at you as he removed his makeup.

"Hmm, it seems that you have the talent to be a critic," Vil turned in his chair. There was a smile on his face that showed his satisfaction with your words. And you couldn't help but see a dissonance between the Vil you read about in papers and the Vil in front of you now. Wasn’t he very far removed from the villain image those papers portrayed?

———

Vil liked to experiment. Especially when he was feeling stressed. According to his coworkers, his favorite canvas used to be his protégé. But now...you were his preferred canvas. Today you were at a tailor’s shop— one of the best tailors in the kingdom, might you add— without an appointment. You guessed that the owner was a good friend of Vil’s. The actor was tapping his feet impatiently as you finally stepped out of the dressing room.

“Hmm, this color…” He mused, his fingers sliding up the soft fabric that fell down your arms. “It would look good with a bold eyeshadow, and a subtle lipstick to compliment your skin tone.” Vil fussed around you some more before having you try on a few more outfits. But what surprised you most was that he ended up buying almost everything you tried on. Your jaw dropped as you saw the price.

When you tried to refuse, Vil scoffed, “Do you think me so poor that I can’t afford a few outfits for you? I get paid handsomely, thank you very much.” You didn’t know how to refuse Vil’s brand of bullheaded kindness and it seemed that the man wasn’t giving you an inch to make excuses. (Well…the people at your estate were certainly shocked when you came home carrying a chestful of new clothes.)

———

You didn't think that Vil was that attached to you. This whole time, it felt like you were lucky that you kept his attention for so long. But that view changed as soon as Vil was invited to a traveling actor's troupe.

"Good...morning," Vil looked strangely flighty as he greeted you. And you half had to blink to make sure you actually were seeing Vil Schoenheit in your drawing room.

"Let me get straight to the point: I have a proposal," He pulled out a sheaf of paper. "Would you like to come with me to my next project?" It was a big project and Neige LeBlanche, Vil's rival in acting, was also invited. It would be a performance of a lifetime each night. You agreed, and you could see the nervousness vanish from Vil's face instantly. It seemed that you weren't just a fan to Vil and that he regarded you firmly as a companion.

[ bonus : how do these gentlemen know each other ? ]

— As you already know, Vil and Epel share a mentor-protégé relationship. This all started because Vil happened to be shooting at Harveston one day, and he saw Epel arguing with one of the filming staff. Afterward, he offered Epel an apprenticeship.

— Obviously Epel refused at first, until Vil showed him the true power of honing one's beauty instead of hiding from it: by selling out his family's whole stock of apple juice in just under an hour. Vil didn't do anything special, he did an interview where he mentioned that he was fond of the apple juice and the rest is history.

— Since Epel grew up in the country side, he was still stuck in the outdated way of thinking, which is why Vil was always so strict with him. Though Vil would never say it out loud, Epel had already made him proud by getting as far as he did already.

— So how is Rook related to them? Rook, of course, was captivated by Vil and Epel's beauty. He had been following Vil as long as he had been following Neige. And Vil considered Rook his greatest critic, because he would never sugarcoat his words when he did a bad performance.

— Meanwhile, Epel isn't aware that Rook is the mysterious critic 'R'. No, instead he thinks that Rook was some...weirdo that somehow was friends with Vil. Rook thought it was cute how Epel glared at him. It made him look that much more lovable!

— In the spirit of wanting them to get along, Vil had once invited them both to watch a play. Not only did that end in disaster, their covers also almost got blown because Rook and Epel were debating against each other so loudly. It was safe to say that they now got along whenever Vil was there, not wanting to gamble with his wrath more than once.

— Though at times, Rook and Vil disagreed too. Especially when it came to the topic of Neige LeBlanche. Epel has learned that it was wise not to bring up this Neige character around either of them. Vil's mood would instantly sour. Meanwhile Rook would go on the longest tangent ever. Epel would rather spend his time doing other things.

i hope you enjoyed this installment of the noble gentlemen series <33 if you’d like to read more, check out my masterlist, or the rest of the noble gentlemen series :D

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Project Zomboid (Rook Hunt)

Thank you for 1000 followers! Hope you enjoy the Horror Event!

NOTE: I only write for female reader but everyone is welcome to read it!

Horror Event Masterlist

Requested by the lovely @zozomind (hello again!)

Rook sighs longingly, missing his lover.

It’s been about a week or so since they both woke up in this world, and this is the first time they’ve been apart ever since that day. It had been a bit of a struggle for Rook to get used to not using any magic, but out of most NRC students, he’s one of the few who have sharpened skills outside magic control and athletics. (Y/N), his beautiful muse, had helped him with the transition, both from magic to magicless and from Twisted Wonderland to this world.

“I think this is the world inside a game I played long ago,” she had confessed that first night as they slept inside a tightly shut room, the footsteps of the undead their lullaby. “I know it sounds odd, but that’s the impression I had. Well, it’s not like it matters, at the end of the day, our objective is still to survive.”

Her tale was outlandish, but the blonde huntsman knows better than to discard possibilities, and the way her eyes lighten in recognition every now and then proves that her theory might have some merit.

Rook isn’t one for apocalyptic fantasies, despite recognizing the beauty they have, so he’s glad that his lover carries a lot of information in her beautiful brain. It had taken no time for him to settle, and today he’s proud to say that their progress is beyond impressive. His hunting skills adapted beautifully, and even now they sharpen as he takes his bow and aims an arrow at a zombie’s head.

“Bows are great weapons for zombie apocalypses,” she tells him when he finds one inside a random house. “They’re ranged and silent, and arrows are much easier to craft than bullets. If it’s you, I know you won’t miss. Remember to aim for the head.”

Oh, his beloved girlfriend is so incredibly gorgeous when she smiles at him and bestows on him her knowledge! She had told him it all, all ways zombies could possibly work and how to figure out what type of zombies they’d be facing.

Zombies in this world have a terrifyingly good hearing, and some will be attracted even to the smallest noise. Those that still have eyes are also very much capable of distinguishing a living being. Their sense of smell, however, seems to be terribly lacking, and their rotting flesh is incapable of feeling even the most excruciating pain. (Y/N) had thanked her God for that, saying that zombies with a sense of smell were the worst and she did not want to cover herself in guts and blood just to be safe.

Another good thing is that they are what she calls “shamblers”: zombies that are silent walkers and retain their human-like appearance for longer. Moreover, they’re not in a world with mutated zombies, like lickers or even the molded. He has zero idea what they are, but he chuckles when he remembers how she made him promise to not face any zombie out of the ordinary before he left for this expedition.

Ah, there’s a hammer in the hands of this corpse, poor thing. At least they’ll go knowing their weapon will help others.

Rook leaving for this expedition is a subject they kept on disagreeing even as he put his feet out of the door of their “base”, as she calls it. The house had long been properly barricaded, and together they fix whatever they can to make sure their every need is met until they figure out a way to return home. Yet, the pace they do things would greatly increase if one were to be in the house at all times while the other goes out for supplies runs and hunting for clues on why they’re here and how to leave.

“But it’d be safer if we were together!” she insisted, handing him a bag with things he might need on the journey. The way she still takes care of him despite not agreeing with his choices warms his heart. She’s just so beautiful. “What if something happens? You’ll be all alone and I won’t ever know!”

“My dear,” he had answered then, taking her hands in his and kissing them tenderly, cherishing the blush that rises to her cheeks despite the age of their relationship, “There is simply not one thing in all worlds that will keep me from coming back to you. If it is proven that it’s too dangerous to be alone, then we will return to how we were. I promise you.”

He had then pressed their lips together before stepping out of the house, chuckling at the grumbling under her breath that reached his good ears.

Oh, how he misses his beloved gem, his breathtaking muse, his most cherished. He can’t wait to go home—he can already see it in the distance—and greet her with a kiss that will hopefully steal her breath away as much as her mere presence steals his. He’ll show her the fruits of his travels, the last two days he spent alone under the skies and away from her resplendence, and ask her for a kiss at every new item, knowing they can’t deny each other. He’ll take off his clothes and clean himself so they can share a moment together in the kitchen, make and eat dinner, and then share another one in the living room, bodies intertwined in comfort on the couch. He’ll kiss her once and twice and thrice and how many times it takes for her smile to make the stars blush in defeated awe, and then he’ll kiss her more to make sure those pesky stars know she is all Rook’s, and he is not a selfless man.

He’ll throw his bag on the floor and rush to the busted front door just in time to hear her scream from the bedroom.

[siren-serenity]

Hi! I was hoping you could write something with my yuusona Minthe (she/they pronouns used interchangeably) for the battle of the restaurants event ^^ (here's their info!)

May I request, Minthe as a barista. She's trying to make Vil's order (which is a bit complicated) but Rook keeps distracting them with cute nicknames which only get weirder the more they don't react to it, and so they make a mistake?

Minthe, Rook and Vil are in a polycule.

Thank you, and I hope you have a great day ahead ^^

↳ *TITLE: HER LOVERS!* ༉‧₊˚✧

↳ *MINTHE X ROOK HUNT X VIL SCHOENHEIT!* ༉‧₊˚✧

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ OMFG??? THATS LIKE A DREAM COME TRUE FOR ME!!! bro minthe should be in heaven - i mean?? rook dedicating all his love for you? being vil's lover and being in the utmost care? that is honestly a dream!!! (Okay, as I wrote this, I made a HUGE mistake by deviating from the plot line…let me know if you want me to rewrite it!!! So sorry T-T)

↳ *𝘛𝘈𝘎𝘚!* ༉‧₊˚✧

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Their presence in the cafe blinded the students. Who wouldn't be? It was the queen and his huntsman, Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt after all. Vil's appearance is as beautiful as ever; he truly deserves the title of 'the fairest of them all'. Similarly, Rook's wide grin made him glow with beauty.

"Ma cherie!" Rook crooned as he skipped his way to the barista counter. Minthe gave him a small grin and nodded. "Hey, Rook!"

"Forgetting somebody," Vil drawled playfully before reaching for her hand. He brought it to his lips, pressing a delicate kiss to her knuckles. "Morning, little dagger."

Minthe clicked the computer screen and sent him a loving smile. "Good morning, my fairest. What would you two like to order?"

Vil hummed under his breath. "Something healthy to start the day, I suppose. I haven't gone on my jog yet."

The huntsman nodded. "I'll have anything Vil takes! We're going on a jog later. Truly, Vil is the most dedicated to pursuing the path of beauty!"

Minthe laughed in agreement.

"That's why we love him," she teased. "Alright! Can I serve you two a fruit smoothie and chicken pot pie to start your day? Perfectly healthy and made with organic ingredients. No preservatives added."

The blonds nodded in agreement before having a small polite "squabble" over who would pay. Minthe could hear the quiet whispers as she went to make their smoothies. Vil would occasionally go "I'm your housewarden!" to which Rook would reply with "As your beloved huntsman, I should pay! It is but a small cost."

As she sliced the bananas, she could hear her senior, Melody Striker, approaching.

"Got the two fighting over you again?" The black-purple-haired girl snickered, gesturing to the two who were still arguing. "Ah, young love."

The strawberry juice covered her fingers and made them feel sticky, but Minthe carried on. "No, they're just arguing over who pays for both their meals."

She playfully sighed, switching in the blender with a flick of a finger.

“Honestly,” she yelled over the chaotic noise. “They should just take turns or pay for their own! I don’t see the need—“

“I think they just like showing off to you,” Melody smirked. “It’s probably a Pomefiore thing; I saw Ace and Epel doing the same a few days back. Peacocks, all of them.”

Minthe snorted as she poured the smoothie into the two cups. “I can see that.”

As the black-purple-haired senior walked away to the counter, she prepared the last of the identical dishes before walking towards her lovers. Her heart fluttered as she met eye contact with both of them and almost on instinct, a smile blossomed on her face.

“Your dishes, monsieurs,” she teased, setting down the plates. Vil looked upon the meal with a glint in his eyes and Minthe awaited with bated breath for his approval.

Vil hummed before gracefully taking a fork and taking a bite out of the warm chicken pot pie. Even as she stood, she could smell the tantalising scent of the meat, cooked to perfection and smelling utterly delectable.

“You’re not good at hiding your desire, little dagger,” Vil’s playful drawl snapped her out of her stupor. She felt him cradling her chin with one hand, lifting up the spoon with a piece of the pie on it to her mouth. “Have some, dear.”

Minthe felt Rook take her unoccupied hand in his, brushing a calloused thumb over her knuckles.

“Eat, mon amor,” Rook hummed, “I can sense your hunger and your yearning to have a bite of the pie!”

As if agreeing, Minthe’s stomach let out an embarrassingly loud growl. With a sigh and a smile, she relented. She took a bite, her smile growing larger with the taste of the pie dancing on her tongue. With her eyes closed, she didn’t notice Vil and Rook exchanging a fond, loving smile between them.

[officialdaydreamer00]

Two souls rest in the fields of Elysium….a blond man resting in the lap of his beloved, a fair lady with black-fading-to-blue hair. Her soft pets caress his gentle locks with a fondness birthed from loving him countless times; he was truly and indeed lucky to have someone like the goddess Siren fall in love with a mortal like him.

“Would we have been happier?” Rook catches her mumbling. His eyes blink open. “If we were both of the same realm, would we have to fight all the challenges we face?”

He sits up, caress her tortured face.

“Mon amor,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her lips. “We would be happy in any realm, as long as I’m in love with you and you’re in love with me.”

— tell me oracle…tell me my fate with Rook Hunt, would we have been happier if I were a mortal, like him, or if he was an immortal, like me?

HEHEHE IM BACK IRENE!! ✨✨ I’m sooo excited for the new event, THE VIBES??? THE VIBES?!?! Hwjahdhjabaj PJO AND SONG OF ACHILLES 😍😍

Have fun with my request and don’t worry about anything! Rest and relax, don’t stress yourself out

<3 siren

"The Hunter who sought for true beauty

Found solace at last in a fallen deity

A bond thicker than ichor, the end should they meet

The life of mortals, of which they shall greet."

character: rook hunt, siren (oc)

content: short drabble, fluff, heavily implied established relationship, mainly tooth rotting materials, just a sprinkle of angst, greek mythology

the oracle speaks — soft rook soft rook!! idk im just gonna write a whimsical romantic frenchman i guess ^^;

May the Fates be kind to this soul.

— a gasp left her lips, siren jolted awake.

her mind was spinning, clouded with an endless train of thoughts. what was that she just hear? it felt so familiar to her, but what exactly?

only then did she noticed her surroundings. lying underneath the trees and a peaceful view of a pristine river, the sound of water running was like bell chimes in her ears.

where was she?

"ma chérie! you're awake!"

entered a voice of the man she held dear to her soul. she looked up, seeing the beautiful locks of blond hair she loved running her hand through, pretty green eyes that went soft with utter adoration, all for her, and her only. his gloved hand lifted hers to his pink lips that kissed her so gently, her hand still felt that tingling sensation he left.

it was him.

"rook? darling, is that... you?" she murmured.

he smiled, leaning down to kiss her. "it is i, chérie."

that was all she needed. rook was taken aback when she threw her hands around his neck, pulling him in for a tight hug. he blinked, but returned it nonetheless with a protective hold.

the smile never left his face as his hands softly caressed her hair, the very way she did with so much love and care.

"Until the very end," he said. "I love you, my dearest Goddess."

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[starry-night-rose]

“A little birdie told me you needed some romance help, lucky for you, I’m like an expert at this~”

Character Playlist / Character Inspirations

Name: Aimée Agape Amore

Nicknames: Anemone (Floyd), Mademoiselle Marieuse (Rook), Normie (Idia) My Friend (Ortho)

V/A: Hina Suguta (Japanese) Rachel McAdams (English)

!Twisted from Aphrodite from Hercules!

Age: 18

Birthday: February 14th

Horoscope: Aquarius

Species: Human

Gender: Female

Pronouns: She/her

Height: 165 cm (or 5’5)

Hair Color: Light Blonde with Pink Tips

Eye Color: Light Blue

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Homeland: Kingdom of Heros

Family: Unnamed Father, Unnamed Mother, Unnamed younger sister, Several Unnamed Aunts and Uncles, Several Unnamed Cousins

Dominant Hand: Right

Dormitory: Ignihyde

School Year: 3rd Year

Class: 3-B (No.10)

Best Class(es): Magic Analysis, Potions

Worst Class- Physical Education

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Favorite Food(s): Dark Chocolate, Apples, Raspberries

Least Favorite Food(s): Oranges, Mint

Hobbies: Poker, Shopping, Nail Art

Dislikes: Unromantic People, Rules

Talent(s): Matchmaking, Modeling, Gambling

Sexuality: Pansexual

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Personality: Aimée initially comes off as a bubbly airhead with minimal intelligence, inside lies a cunning and crafty individual. Aimée knows exactly how to read a person just from a single interaction. From the moment you tell her just a single piece of information about your love life, Aimée has already formulated a five page list of possible suitors and solutions in her mind. Why does Aimée keep up this ditzy persona? Because it’s entertaining of course! Aimée loves the feeling she gets when she fools someone with this persona of hers! Although her true personality comes off as cold and icy, Aimée just wants the people she loves to be with someone that loves them in return and she would do anything for that to happen. Aimée’s true personality still does retain bits of her bubbly air headed persona but that only comes out when she’s with her beloved friends! At the end of the day, Aimée just wants to be loved for her true self as not for how she looks or how she acts! She wants to be loved for herself and only herself.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Backstory: Aimée comes from a rich and powerful family from the Kingdom of Heros. Her family has connections to both Jupiter Corp and STYX so as she was growing up, she went to many business dinners with her family. There she met a boy around her age with bright flaming blue hair. Despite both of them having a mutual distaste for the other, they oddly became good friends but unfortunately had to part ways later on. When Aimée was older, she got into a toxic relationship with a boy. Aimée did not love the boy but stayed with him because she felt as though he had no one else to turn to. Finally fed up with the relationship, Aimée called it quits and despite the begging and pleading of the boy, she refused to keep in contact. Much later on, Aimée was accepted into NRC and was sorted into Ignihyde much to her chagrin.

♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡

Trivia!

Everyone including Aimée herself has no idea why she’s in Ignihyde

Aimée loves buying perfumes and makeup from a certain fairy in Diasomnia

Aimée adores birds especially doves

Aimée typically works behind the scenes during Film Club which has lead her to being called “The Tech Queen”

Aimée has been asked out at least 8 times on her first day of school but has turned down each and every one of them

Aimée adores wearing jewelry as she loves the jingle noise of it all!

She got the A necklace that she always wears from a special someone from her past

Due to her past relationship, Aimée does matchmaking so others don’t have to suffer the same type of relationship she had

[cecilebutcher]

〈⛯ℂ𝕪𝕣𝕦𝕤 𝕆𝕝𝕪𝕞𝕡𝕚𝕒⛯〉

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“You are the dancing queen

Young and sweet only 17”

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C.w: cheating. Depression.

Cyrus is part of my twst x Greek mythology oc series. Go check it out!

⊱Bᴀsɪᴄs⊰

Name: Cyrus Olympia

Age:17

Date of birth: June 19

Zodiac sign: Gemini

Hight: 177cm

Dorm: Rosantée (a beautiful dorm made by @midnightmah07 & @viilpstick)

Class: 2B

Place of birth:

Father: Aegaeon Olympia (48)

Mother: Dimitra Titan (42)

Step mother: Eileen Olympia (50)

Brother: Lex Olympia (19)

Brother: Seraphim Olympia(19)

Sister: Daria Olympia (18)

Twin Sister: Cinda Olympia (17)

Brother: Nestor Olympia (16)

Sibling: Aison Olympia (16)

Sister: Xena Olympia (6)

Dominant hand: right

Based off: Apollo(Greek mythology)

Sexuality: Bisexual, poly.

⊱Aᴘᴘᴇᴀʀᴀɴᴄᴇ⊰

Cyrus is a 177cm guy with tanned skin and freckles scattered all over his body, most noticeable are the ones on his face and shoulders, alongside a Beaty mark next to his mouth. He has blond wavy hair that reaches a bit under his shoulders that has grey strands scattered all around. He has a lean frame and baby soft skin, but is surprisingly strong.

⊱Vᴏɪᴄᴇ Cʟᴀɪᴍ⊰

D4vd (singer)

⊱Cʟᴜʙ⊰

Music club.

⊱Bᴇsᴛ Sᴜʙᴊᴇᴄᴛ⊰

Poison making. Music.

⊱Hᴏʙʙʏ⊰

Any and all things that relate to music. Archery. Camping. Travel. Dancing. Painting. Drawing. Artsy stuff. Poetry. Gardening.

⊱Bᴀᴄᴋsᴛᴏʀʏ���

Cyrus was born to a single mom along side his twin sister Cinda. Their mother, Dimitra, had slept with their father without knowing that he was married with children. After they were born all theee of them- him his sister and mom -moved in with their father and his family. Surprisingly, things went smoothly and they even got three more siblings.

Cyrus grew up loving music art and anything that’s artsy and creative. From a young age his parents would buy him instruments of all kinds for him to try, and he would excel in each and every single one they gave him. When he turned 14 he started to upload music he wrote on wetube for the world to see, and he quickly blew up. In only a year he had a large fan base. Now at 17, Cyrus is the biggest indie artists out there.

ᵉʳʳᵒʳ ᵉⁿᵗʳʸ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ˡᵒᵘᵃᵈ....

⊱Sᴘᴇᴀᴄɪᴀʟ Mᴀɢɪᴄ⊰

-:Helios’ light:-

The ability to create instruments out of thin air that act like light. He can create up to 30 instruments at a time. The instrument he creates can play on their own or he can play them, and he can create a melody that changes a person mood. For example he can create a calming melody, or a sad melody, or an angry melody. No matter what type of music it is, the melody is always what he wants.

⊱Tʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs Oɴ Cʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs⊰

𝚁𝚒𝚍𝚍𝚕𝚎: Rosehearts? I think I know him? Though in all honesty I pay no attention to that school.

𝚃𝚛𝚎𝚢: I don’t know. But why is his name just…. Three?

𝙻𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚊: ah prince Kingscholar. In the wise words of my beloved twin sister Cinda, what a fucking bitch.

𝚁𝚞𝚐𝚐𝚒𝚎: He’s like, Leona’s henchman, right? Poor guy.

𝙺𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚖: Ah Kalim is so cute! I met him when we were kids and he’s always been so shy and adorable~

𝙹𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕: He’s too serious in my opinion. And way too overpriced. But I suppose he has his reasons. 

𝙰𝚣𝚞𝚕: who?

𝙹𝚊𝚍𝚎: oh I have some of those! Jade gems are just so pretty you know?

𝚅𝚒𝚕: Vil! Oh I’ve worked with him before and he is so cool!! Words cannot describe Vil Shoenheit. Truly they cannot.

𝚁𝚘𝚘𝚔: Rook Hunt! Ah, such a fun guy. Me my sister and mom go hunting with his family a lot, so much fun. He’s crazy, but definitely fun.

𝙸𝚍𝚒𝚊: my beloved Cousin Idia shroud. Seeing him, I just want to put him under one of those lamps they place plants under so they get light.

𝙼𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚞𝚜: the oh so great Mallues Draconia. I have no opinion on him. Though he is pretty hot.

𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚊: idk who that is in all honestly. Next.

𝙽𝚒𝚎𝚐𝚎: I’ve worked with Neige a few times. He’s nice. And has a nice singing voice. I don’t have much of an opinion on him.

⊱Pᴇʀsᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ⊰

Positive traits: kind, nice, generous, clever, intelligent, creative, responsible, reliable, brave, confident, independent, loyal, dedicated, cheerful, supportive, helpful, ambitious, caring, loving, easy going, open minded, patient, empathetic, witty, self confident, talented, gifted, truthful, passionate, friendly, sociable, charismatic, charming, warm.

Negative traits:fearful, anxious, argumentative, possessive, jealous, envious, naive, spoilt, unstable, uncontrollable, wild, pushy, petty, emotional, cunning, passive, chaotic, egotistical, prideful.

Neutral traits: energetic, positive, honest, lighthearted, sarcastic, competitive, sentimental, private, soft, talkative, flirtatious, dreamy.

⊱Fᴜɴ Fᴀᴄᴛs⊰

Worked with Vil before and is friends with him.

RSA golden boy.

1000% mamas boy.

Super fucking fun.

Like he doesn’t get angry.

He gets upset and is pretty dramatic but doesn’t get angry.

But if you manage to get him angry.

The only thing you can do is pray.

Super fucking emotional.

Their dad’s favorite son. Not kid, that’s Daria.

Hopeless romantic no1.

Has a new crush every other week.

Spoke 10 lies his whole life.

Bitch. Just. Straight up bitch.

Closest to Nestor and Cinda.

Most famous and biggest indie singer ever.

60% of his songs are love songs

30% are about him mom and sister.

10% about whatever he feels like.

Designated doctor.

Because he is a doctor

Don’t ask how he can be a doctor a singer and a student at the same time.

He’s built different.

Surprisingly strong.

Has a tattoo off a sun flower over a sun on his back.

Top of his class.

Flirt.

Went through a one year long depression where his life was in danger.

Is better now, but still takes anti depressants.

Cried when Cinda said she wouldn’t attend nrc with him.

In her own words “too much guys. No thanks”

Has three swans.

No one likes them except for him.

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[wolken-himmel]

In which the students practice for Rook's school stage play, where a princess ((Y/n)) gets kidnapped by a pirate (Leona), resulting in her prince (Malleus) having to save her.

Even though the real performance is just around the corner, things get wild, hectic, and frustrating. But that's what Rook gets for choosing the particular trio as his main leads.

[This is Part (2/2); Part (1/2) can be found here.]

"I swear you didn't tell me that the kissing scenes would only be between the princess and the prince!"

Leona's angered voice rung throughout the theatre hall, scaring a lot of the first years in his near vicinity. Rook, who had taken his place on the tall director's chair, fixed the purple barett on top of his straight blond hair, continuing to ignore Leona's wrath as best as he could. In truth, he looked as if he had ventured straight out of Paris.

Grinning, Rook feigned ignorance as he skimmed through the script book in his hands. "Oh... did I not specify? My bad~" he cooed, fuelling Leona's fury even more. Poor Ruggie, who sat next to the seething lion, let out an exasperated sigh, quite used to such dilemmas already.

"Give the pirate some kissing scenes, too!" Leona demanded whilst his hands tightened into fists.

"I'm sorry, Roi du Leon—" Rook let out a pitiful sigh, but the grin never left his lips. "—but wouldn't that be Stockholm Syndrome?"

Leona looked like he was about to open his mouth in protest — that was until you stepped inbetween the two men, an annoyed scowl on your exhausted face. "Hey, you two, stop fighting," you snarled, which snapped the two of them out of their argument. Taking a deep breath, you felt like a mother reprimanding her children. "It's just a kissing scene, right?"

Leona waved his hand dismissively, although his green eyes softened when he gazed at you. "The bastard hunter lied to me, (Y/n)!" he yelled, throwing his hands up into the air in frustration.

You felt a little bit of pity for your friend. So when something akin to a genius idea appeared in your mind, you let out a gasp. "You know, Leona— I'll make it up to you!" you announced happily, which definitely caught the lion's attention. Your smile turned a little bit more mischievous once you knew his whole attention was on you. "If you work hard enough, that is."

Grinning, he bent down to reach your eye level. "Oh? Go on."

"No, it's a surprise!" Giggling, you booped his nose, causing him to recoil out of surprise. Fingers raising up to where you touched him, he couldn't help a silly smile from appearing on his lips. He wasn't sure whether to think of you as stupid or courageous — maybe just the right mixture of both.

That's when Malleus let out a little cough, snapping all of you out of your trances. Smiling gracefully, he suggested, "Can we return to practicing Scene Three now?"

Rook snapped his finger in delight. "Good idea, Roi du Dragon!" he shouted, his hands forming a cone around his lips. Malleus gently took you by the hand and pulled you onto stage, leaving behind a sour Leona. "Okay~ Action!"

The stage darkening, Malleus and you were the only ones standing on the large platform, the others seated on the velvety seats for spectators. Their eyes were focused on the stage that was still empty, but would depict a dark balcony with the help of a handpainted background and self-made props on the day of the performance. In your mind, you were already wearing your fleeting gown while Malleus was already clothed like a prince.

Sighing, you turned your gaze away from Malleus, and diverted it to the general audience dramatically. "My beloved Prince Rowan, I cannot help but have a bad feeling about the ball your parents have organised as a celebration for reaching your eighteenth year of life..." you said as you stepped back when he tried to reach out for you. "I fear something will happen—"

You quieted down when he eventually not only managed to wrap his hand around your left wrist, but also somehow snuck his other arm around your waist. Gently, Malleus pulled you closer to him, a soft smile on his lips. "Do not fret, Princess Cordelia. There is nothing to worry about, is there?" he asked whilst pressing a loving kiss to your forehead that had a certain lion amidst the audience growling.

Letting yourself melt in his embrace, you placed your head against his chest. "Still, do you not worry about the recent unrest going on at your ports? Pirates pillaging the areas, seemingly on the search for something? They say it's a treasure map they're looking for..." Furrowing your eyebrows when fear overwhelmed you, you pulled away to crane your neck up so you could gaze into his adoring eyes. "I am just telling you to be careful, Prince Rowan."

Chuckling, Malleus gently removed his hand from yours, and used it to push a stray hair behind your ear. The gesture — even though this was mere acting — made your heart leap into the air; for a moment you couldn't help but get lost in the fantasy of this being real. "My love, everything will be alright. I, as your faithful fiance, shall protect you from any harm that could possibly befall you." He cupped your cheek with his larger hand, and you felt the familiar black silky material of his gloves graze your skin. Leaning into his touch, you closed your eyes in delight. "Won't you trust me, o fair lady?"

Biting your lip, your eyes fluttered open again with a dazed smile. "...if you say it like that, then there is nothing I have to worry about, right?"

"Quite correct, my beloved," Malleus muttered, the smile one his lips radiant while he tightened his grasp around your waist. "I love you, Cordelia."

Covering his hand that rested on your burning cheek with yours, you replied, "I love you, too, Rowan."

For a moment, the two of you lost yourself in each other's eyes, simply staring at each other idly with the brightest smiles the other had ever witnessed on your lips. You gently ran your thumb across the back of Malleus' hand, causing his pale cheeks to redden.

It really was a heartfelt moment — one that was interrupted by Leona coughing into his fist. The little disturbance was enough to snap everyone out of the fragile moment, Rook rising from his chair to clap in utter delight. Malleus and you turned to look at him, smiling like fools.

"Amazing! Beautiful! Fantastic!" Rook praised as he wiped an imaginary tear from his right eye. When the two of you jumped off the stage to return to your seats in the rows, Rook turned to a certain lazy lion, a little frown on his face. "And Leona, get some cough syrup for your cold, please—"

Irritated by the sly blond's comment, Leona jumped up from his seat. "Oi, what did you—"

Rolling his eyes, Rook waved him off with a graceful flick of his wrist. Turning his attention to Epel, the eccentric director asked, "Anyway, Monsieur Cherry Apple, which scenes do we need to practice some more?"

Epel flipped through his notes, tapping his pencil against the notebook. Eventually, the boy raised his gaze to look at his vice dorm leader with big doe-like eyes. "How about the one where Capitain Terryn is introduced? You said Leona could still work on appearing more charming."

"Hey! I'm charming—"

Rook clapped his hands once, interrupting any babbling going on in the hall, as well as Leona's complaining. "Very good idea, Monsieur Cherry Apple!" he exclaimed as he dramatically pointed to the stage, exhaling in delight. "Roi du Leon, you heard him! Onto the stage with you! And only come out when it's your turn, this time!"

Snickering, Leona shot you a lazy wink. "Sorry, I couldn't control myself last time~" he mused. You laughed softly, causing Malleus to distract you with a soft head pat. He carefully nudged you toward the stage, which earned him a grateful smile from you.

Once Leona had disappeared behind the stage, Rook let himself fall into his chair. "Is he always this hard to work with, Monsieur Dandelion?" Rook asked Ruggie, his face contorted into a comical scowl.

Ruggie scratched the side of his face. "Sadly, yes."

"Hey," Leona exclaimed as his head poked out from behind the red curtains, "I heard that!"

Acting as if he hadn't heard that, Rook announced, "Anyway, Scene Six— Action!"

Lights dimming down once again, the other inhabitants of the theatre hall quieted down out of anticipation and respect — as well as fear of an arrow being shot at them. When the silky curtains magically drew aside by an invisible force, you were revealed to be walking across the darkly illuminated garden. Your steps were as light as that of a feather.

Eventually, you lowered yourself onto a bench prop, your elbows resting on your knees in utter exhaustion and frustration. That's when a stranger appeared from the side of the stage, prancing over to you with quiet steps. When he slid onto the bench, right next to you, you jumped in surprise.

"Needed some fresh air?" Leona asked, grinning from ear to ear when he laid eyes upon your shocked expression. Running a hand through his unruly hair, he let out a dramatic sigh. "It gets quite stuffy in there."

Once you calmed down, you suspiciously replied, "Oh— yes." Your eyes wandered across his feature — wait, had Leona always been this handsome? You were given no time to admire his feature — even though he would have gladly allowed you to stare at him all day — because you still had some lines to say. "These balls are quite the strain, sir. May I ask who you are?"

Shaking his head in a charming way, Leona purred, "That would take away from my mysterious charm, wouldn't it?" The wink he shot you made your cheeks redden in colour, only worsening when he gently took your hand into his. "And we wouldn't want that~"

Laughing to yourself, you let your shoulders sag forward to portray a way of letting your guard down. "Well, that's quite right," you mused as he rose to his feet, his hand never leaving yours. His frame blocking the light from your view, you weren't able to see the vicious grin on his face as he tugged at your arm.

"My princess," he cooed, a satisfied shimmer flashing across his eyes when you eventually relented and let yourself be pulled to your feet. Intentionally, he made sure to use a little bit more force than necessary, resulting in you bumping against his chest. When you raised your gaze to scold him, you were instead silence by an arm snaking its way around your waist while his other free hand's fingers intertwined themselves with yours. "May I ask for a dance?"

"A dance? Out here?" you yelped in surprise when he pulled you along the imaginary beets of flowers, his body moving to an inaudible tune in his head. You found it harder and harder to stay in role with the way he was acting so well. Who knew Leona could be such a good actor, and look so effortless while waltzing around the stage? He led you from end to another, always making sure to keep your eyes on him.

"Better than with everyone watching us like a hawk, right?" he asked in amusement whilst twirling you around gracefully.

Letting out a little chuckle, you shot him a smile. "I suppose so." As he pulled you back into his arms, you tilted your head to the side in confusion. Not able to help yourself, you teasingly asked, "Do you always dance with lost princesses in dark gardens?"

Clicking his tongue as if the answer was obvious, he slowed his movement to lean in for a dip. His arm supporting your waist, he lowered your torso. In that moment, it was only Leona and you — but you still swore you were able to hear Rook's delighted screams in the background. "No, you're the only one~" Leona mused as he brought his face closer to yours.

Before he could do anything else, you were interrupted by a familiar voice calling out, "Princess Cordelia? Are you here—?" Malleus could be seen appearing on stage, but on the other side. His view obstructed by props, he tried to weave his way through trees and bushes. An annoyed scowl appeared on Leona's face, one that was too genuine-looking to be counted as acting.

A smile appearing on your lips, you quickly rose to your feet by yourself. Prying yourself away from Leona, you softly exclaimed, "Oh, Prince Rowan, yes I'm—"

"Quiet." In a moment of surprise, Leona grabbed you by your waist and pulled you towards him, his other hand clamping down onto your mouths. Your back pressed against his chest, he tried to drag you away into the darkness of the night — but you had other plans.

Biting down on his hand, which prompted him to let you go while cursing, you screamed, "Rowan! Rowan! Help!"

Picking up his pace, Malleus quickly found his way to your location. His posture immediately turned rigid when he realised that you were in danger. "Cordelia, what's—" he stopped himself upon realising you weren't alone. Narrowing his eyes in hostility, he flashed his fangs. "Who are you, stranger." It wasn't a question; it was a demand.

"Oh, Prince Rowan honours us with his exalted presence," Leona murmured in bitter irony, his eyes full of utter hatred for the dark-haired male. He would have bowed if it weren't for the way you desperately struggled in his arms. A cruel smile appearing on his face, his eyes bore into Malleus'. "I am in awe!"

Malleus' hands clenched into fists, and the whole audience started to tremble in fear when he started to exude an aura of danger and power. "Let my fiancee go."

A lopsided smile appeared on Leona's face. "I'm afraid I can't do that. She's just too valuable~"

Seething in anger, Malleus took a step forward — only for Leona to take a step back, getting closer to the shadows that could engulf him and take you away forever. "You'll sit in jail for this—" Malleus threatened, only to receive amused laughter from the lion. His tail flicking back and forth, he seemed to be in high spirits.

"No one has ever managed to capture Capitain Terryn before~!" Leona exclaimed in utter joy. "And you won't be the first."

Malleus' eyes widened in realisation as he raised his finger to accusingly point it at the criminal. "Capitain Terryn... I know that name! You are the leader of the pirates who have been stoking panic around my kingdom," Malleus said, his eyes boring into Leona's. "What do you want here."

"Your little princess knows the way to a treasure I've been hunting for since an eternity. So, excuse me as I borrow her for a few months!" Shrugging in a carefree manner, Leona wasted no time in quickly picking you up and throwing you over his shoulder. You let out a few screams in protest, but he didn't seem fazed at all; in fact, it only seemed to amuse him even further. "I'll bring her back— with as little scratches and tears as possible! But no promises~"

Malleus turned his gaze to you, worry flashing in his green eyes. "I dare you to move, pirate scum."

"Oh, I'm not afraid of you, princeling!" Leona saluted before dashing off into the darkness with you over his shoulder. Disappearing behind the curtains, the last thing the audience heard from him was, "Now, farewell!"

"Rowan!" you cried out in panic.

"No, Cordelia!" Malleus wasted no time in chasing after you, but... he was too late; the pirate had already vanished. The dragon fae fell to his knees, weeping in despair.

Again, Rook jumped up from his chair, wildly clapping as he yelled, "Beautiful! Magnifique!"

Malleus rose to his knees when he saw Leona coming back onto stage, you still slung over his shoulder, laughing. Furrowing his eyebrows, the dark-haired male mumbled, "Leona, you can set (Y/n) down now."

Shooting Malleus a glare, Leona hissed, "Shut up, lizard."

You patted Leona's shoulder, after which he promptly set you down onto your two feet again. Somehow, Malleus and Leona managed to get into a staring contest again — one that you had to break up. "Hey, let's play nice with one another, okay?" you said as you stepped inbetween them.

"Fine, (Y/n)—" they both simultaneously replied, causing their heads to shoot towards one another. Again, they accused each other at the same time — with the same word. "Hey!"

Slapping yourself, you let out a drawn-out sigh. "Oh man... and the performance is tomorrow already—"

And quicker than any of you could realise, the evening of the performance had arrived — and so far, everything had gone by smoothly. The seats were full with spectators who seemed to be enamoured by Rook's writing — even though it was quite cheesy and melodramatic.

It was now in the middle of the climax where Capitain Terryn and Prince Rowan would finally meet, and have a duel of the fates. Leona and Malleus stood in the middle of the stage, the tips of their swords pointed at one another's throat. You sat on the far end of the darkly lit stage, your hands secured behind your back and your ankles tied together to deem you immobile.

The scene took place on Captain Terryn's ship, the backdrop accommodating for the wild waves and the angry ocean. In the background, one could hear thunder and even see lightning.

"Don't you dare touch my beloved ruby—" Leona hissed as they started circling each other, gripping onto their hilts of their blades so hard that their knuckles turned white.

"Your beloved ruby?" Malleus repeated in utter amusement at the pirate's hypocrisy. Taunting him, he started to laugh. "When did you start looking at Cordelia as a human being instead of a treasure map?"

Leona started chuckling in a low tone, causing his chest to rumble; his chuckles turned into full-blown laughter that fit a madman. "Oh, the girl is a lot more than she lets on— she is the last fragment to the map that shows where the lost sea kingdom's treasure is!" he explained, taking an unsuccessful swing at Malleus. "After almost having drowned in her early childhood, the God of the Sea saved her with one of His blessings! She knows where His castle is— and she would have lead me right to it, if it weren't for me changing my plans."

Furrowing his eyebrows, Malleus did his best to maintain his defense through the increasing aggressiveness of Leona's stabs and swings. "Why would you stop right before reaching your goal?" he asked while parrying an especially hard blow that sent him falling to the hard wooden floor.

"Because... the lass has stolen my heart—" Leona explained with a big grin as he loomed over him. "And I should have made her walk the plank for that, but how could I? She's my treasure now! As long as I have her, I don't need anything else." Coughing into the crook his elbow, Leona rolled his eyes and started to cringe at how he sounded. "Damn, Rook's script is corny..."

"You stole her from her rightful place as Queen of Itruviel— my queen," Malleus exclaimed with an unbelievable calmness to it. He sprang to his feet nimbly and started to swing his blade at the enemy.

"Who would want a petty prince as a lover?" Leona asked with a lopsided grin as they crossed swords, both sweating and panting from how much strength it took to keep the other at bay. "Going on adventures with a pirate is more fun!"

"Not if you die by my blade first!"

"I don't intend to die today~ There's so much more to show my precious Cordelia — many more beautiful places to visit!" Leona pressed through huffs and chuckles. For a moment, it seemed like he was winning. "She's mine now, accept it."

But in a legendary twist of fate — or a twist of Rook's pen — Malleus managed to push Leona away and thus gain the upper hand. "Not as long as I'm alive, scum," he murmured as he dug his sword right through Leona's chest, who started to struggle on the floor like a fish on land.

"Y-You fought well, princeling," Leona pressed through pained coughs and breaths.

"So did you—" Malleus removed his blade and sheathed it before kneeling down in front of his fallen enemy. "But not well enough." For a few moments, he stayed like that, watching as Leona stopped struggling. Eventually, the lion went limp, and his eyes fluttered close.

After that, Malleus jumped to his feet and dashed over to you, easily cutting the ropes away that Leona had used to tie you up. Helping you up, Malleus made sure to keep his hands resting on your waist in worry that you would fall once he let you go.

"Prince Rowan!" you cried out as you wrapped your arms around his neck, and buried your face in his chest. "You really came to save me!"

Smiling, Malleus softly ran his hand up and down your back. He took a deep breath, the wonderful scent of your hair entering his nostrils. His voice was low and husky, sending shivers down your spine. "Of course, my beloved. I sailed the seven seas to bring you back— there is nothing I wouldn't do for you!"

Pulling away from Malleus, your gaze wandered over to Leona, who limply lay on the floor. You pried yourself away from the dragon fae, and stumbled over to the corpse. "And the pirate... he's dead?" you asked, your voice shaking in fear. From where you stood, you were the only one who was able to see Leona shoot you a wink, a smug grin on his face. You couldn't help but smile in amusement.

"Yes, he can never hurt you again." Malleus appeared behind you, twirling you around so you faced him once again. The smile on his lips made your heart melt. "Now, let's bring you home..."

"I'm forever grateful to you, my love..."

You raised your hand and cupped his cheek lovingly before guiding his face to you. Then, you got onto your toes to press your lips onto his in a sweet kiss. Butterflies erupting in your stomach when he wrapped his arms around your waist, you swore you would have fainted if it wasn't for the adrenaline that kept running through your veins.

When you pulled away, deafening roars of cheers filled your ears.

"What a play! What a performance!" Rook yelled as he stepped out onto stage, your fellow actors and helpers with him. "And Prince Rowan and Princess Cordelia lived happily ever after!"

Bonus:

After the play was over, you made sure to search for a certain pirate captain. Eventually, you found him sitting in front of his vanity, eyes staring down at his phone screen. "Leona~" you chirped as you skipped over to him. Surprised, he looked up to find you beaming at him. "You did so good! I didn't expect you to be able to memorise all the lines!"

Grinning and leaning forward, Leona cooed, "Oh, did I impress you~?"

"Maybe?" Rolling your eyes playfully, you nonetheless announced, "Anyway, I told you I'd give you a surprise if you did well enough— which you did!"

"Oh, and what might that—" Before he could finish his sentence, you had already pressed a quick kiss to his lips. He was left speechless as he finished his sentence after you pulled away, "—be..."

He raised his fingers to run them over his tingling lips. You were intrigued to see the normally so composed lion vulnerable — but his state of dizziness quickly was replaced by his usual carefree grin. Giggling, you shyly explained, "A kiss for my favourite pirate captain."

Even more smug than before, Leona gently wrapped a lose strand of your hair around his index finger. Playing with it, the biggest grin you had ever witnessed adorned his lips. "...So, you like me more than the lizard?" he asked innocently.

"I never said that. You're my favourite pirate and Malleus is my favourite prince—"

"Is your prince as good of a good kisser as me?"

"Leona!"

[nanamisflowerfield]

Ello! I would like to request Jade & Rook (from TWST) hearing that their partner suddenly collapsed due to the overload of work from Crowley. They threate- I mean visited Crowley for a nice chat concerning fem Mac’s health.

*hides baseball bat* Yeah... He surely doesn‘t need to be threatened then... *clear‘s throat*

I hope that you like it and have a great day!~

🐬 “And do this.” Were the last words you heard, before you collapsed in your room, due exhaustion and all the work Crowley wanted and needed you to do. As your body fell to the ground, Grim panicked, rushing to the Monstro Lounge to call your boyfriend Jade, who was carrying delicious drinks and food to a few customers, ignoring the cat-like companion of yours at first, until Grim scratched the leg of the tall eel.

🐬 Jade glanced down, thinking that Grim just wanted to eat some food, until the cat hissed at the eel to finally start listening to him. “(Y/N) overworked herself and is lying in bed now! What should I do?! Only because Crowley gave too my henchman those damn paperwork!” Jade’s eyes widen. They were nearly as big as the tuna cans Grim always wished to have.

🐬 The eel immediately left his working place, making Azul and Floyd worried of his behavior, but Jade couldn’t care about this at the moment. He had to do something more important at this very moment.

🐬 Furious by the words he had heard of your friend’s, he couldn’t stop his anger and himself, as he dashed through the door of Crowley’s office. The door nearly fell to the ground as the headmaster jumped out of his seat, staring at the young student, who tried to calm himself.

🐬 If he would try to do anything bad to the headmaster, he would probably kick Jade out of the NRC, making him never see his beloved girlfriend ever again.

🐬 Jade clenched his hands into fists, trying to smile as innocent and nice in front of the older man, as he walked towards the office table. “I think we have to talk about something very important, sir.” - “Can’t it wait? I need to finish this… uh… paper.” Crowley raised his eyebrow underneath his mask, glancing down at the empty desk his legs lied on a few seconds ago. “My apologize, but it is very important to me. I don’t want my girlfriend to get hurt after all.” The smile on his lips turned into a mischievous smirk as Crowley gulped at the sight. Oh no…

🐬 “Mh… Jade…?” Your eyes opened, glancing to your left to see your boyfriend sitting next to you, his hand on yours, grasping it with worry in his eyes. “What happened?” You asked not knowing what has happened after your small task you had gained. “Oh no! I need to finish my work!” Jade’s hand fell to your shoulder, not letting you leave the bed and his side. “Don’t worry. I had an interesting talk with Crowley. You will no longer have to do it.”

🏹 Rook was a lovely boyfriend and like every good boyfriend, he wanted you to be safe. That meant that he shall always be there for you and never leave you out of his eyesight. He might sound like a stalker, but he wasn‘t one. He was merely a good boyfriend.

🏹 That is also the reason, why the archer hide behind a bush, no longer staring at the beastmen students of the school but rather his beloved girlfriend, who had a dozens of papers in her arms. The expression on her face was beautiful like on every other day, but what was that? Could the love archer see exhaustion in your eyes? How dare Crowley to give you those amount of work every day and not letting anybody help you!

🏹 As Rook stood up, he walked to you, wanting to be helpful to you, but before the blonde could reached his beloved girlfriend, your legs gave in, making you fall flat on the ground.

🏹 Worried that you might have hurt yourself, Rook rushed to your collapsed side, holding you in his arms until he walked you to your dorm room. You shouldn’t see the side of his now.

🏹 “Incroyable! Why does my magnifique copine always get all those papers? You should be the one working yourself to exhaustion.” Rook stormed to Crowley, clenching his bow in his hands as the headmaster slowley raised himself up from his chair, staring at the mad student in front of him.

🏹 No matter what Crowley would say now, it wouldn’t calm down the blonde archer, which is why the only thing people heard nearby loud shrieks and screams of;”STOP DESTROYING EVERYTHING, HUNT!! NO PLEASE!!! YOU BARELY HIT ME!!! AAAHHHH!!!”

🏹 “What should I say? He listened to every word of mine.” Rook smiled at you like a sweet angel as you raised your eyebrow. “Wow… Thank you, Rook! You are the best!” Hugging your boyfriend tight to your chest, making him gasp at the sudden move until a small chuckle left him. “No need to thank me.~”