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weaveandwood · 12 days ago

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The Snake and The Crow: Blighted

Pairing: The Viper x Female Rook (Bianca, an Antivan Crow mage) Words: 3.2K Rating: Mature Warning: Veilguard spoilers Summary: Bianca makes an impossible decision, one that makes her lose either way. AN: well I did it, I turned a smutty one shot into a thing. Enjoy the angst! Read on AO3! Read Part One

This was the first time she didn’t want to go through the eluvian to the Shadow Dragon’s pawn shop. This was the first time she didn’t know what she would find as she crossed that threshold, knowing how narrowly the crisis was averted at Treviso. It felt wrong stepping into the pawn shop at this hour, wearing her crow leathers instead of the ratty old Shadow Dragons robe she had pilfered from Ashur the first night they were together.

“Why do you need this old robe?” he asked, holding it up.

“It’ll make it easier for me to sneak in with no questions asked, don’t you think?”

“I knew there was a reason I liked you, Rook.” He smiled easily at her.

“If you don’t want me calling out ‘The Viper’ when you make me come, you better start calling me Bianca when we’re alone,” she teased while starting to get dressed.

“Fair enough. Here you go…Bianca,” he laughed, handing the robe to her.

Chaos welcomed them. She didn’t know what she was looking at, only that she was being summoned to follow someone she didn’t know and everyone was running around. She looked around for a sign of him – his silly snake hat she teased him about, his large stature, the shape of his coat – anything that would indicate he was okay. She found nothing. Panic began to creep into the edge of her awareness, making her vision start to go hazy and her body start to overheat. Where was he?

Lucanis got outside first, then Davrin, and finally her. Neve was pissed - pacing, yelling, asking sarcastically how Treviso fared. Lucanis did his best to answer questions they all knew Neve didn’t really want answered - she wanted to rage, and they let her. Bianca saw Tarquin over Neve’s shoulder, glaring at her specifically. Ashur should be nearby, he was rarely out of Tarquin’s sight. Where was…

Her heart dropped. Ashur was laid out on a makeshift cot, holding his side. He had been looking at her, likely since the moment she stepped outside. He always did have a habit of finding her first – not that she ever minded to find those piercing blue eyes fixed on her. She felt the sting of tears, trying with all her might to blink them away while clenching her hands into fists to resist the urge to go to his side and take one of his in hers, to intertwine her fingers with his and kiss each one just as he did the last night they were together – Maker what was it, less than 24 hours ago? How quickly everything fell apart.

She found herself at his side anyway, barely listening as everything was explained. He held her eyes with his as she heard half-sentences. Minrathous destroyed, Venatori coup, claw to the gut. Blighted. That drew Davrin’s attention, and from the look on his face, she knew it was bad. Very bad. She couldn’t help the hot tear that slid down her cheek at that moment. She brought her hand up to wipe it away as quickly as she could, hopefully before anyone noticed. Hopefully before he noticed.

She felt like she was underwater – every sound muffled, the air thick around her. She couldn’t breathe. Just the night before, they had been laying in his bed talking about maybes, talking about after. She had gone through the eluvian to the Lighthouse with a smile on her face, as she always did after nights with him, but this one was different. This one felt like the start of…something.

And now that something was blighted and bloody in front of her. She noticed for the first time the webs of inky black that surrounded his eyes, the first sign of the sickness inside him. So much for no strings attached – she was wrapped in them and they grew ever and ever tighter, circling her neck and threatening to choke the life from her. Her breaths came quickly, shallow. This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault.

“This is your fault,” Tarquin’s voice cut through her haze clearly, a sword honed to injure. Her eyes snapped to him. She couldn’t say he had ever felt particularly strongly about her before, but looking at him in that moment she could only see hatred and anger.

“My fault?” she asked, her voice thick with both rage and sadness.

“This is all you. The risen gods, the blight, the dragon. Now the city has been lost to the Venatori…because of you.”

She knew it wasn’t true. She knew she had an impossible choice - Treviso or Minrathous. Home or him. She would always lose one way or the other. Still, his words struck true, right to the heart, and she was in danger of bleeding out in front of all of them. She turned away from the group, unwilling to let them see the shake in her hands and the unshed tears in her eyes. It did not deter Tarquin, who moved in front of her, unwilling to let her hide from this confrontation.

“He would have been fine if he hadn’t been…distracted.” He said quietly, as though he knew how dangerous voicing this accusation was. It did not ease the disdain dripping from each word he pointed directly at her, every syllable a stab into her heart. She was back in Treviso, a small child fresh from the slaver, being tortured with dulled knives so she would learn the pain her contracts would know as their final breaths left their bodies. “The last thing he looked at before we left to fight was that damned eluvian, hoping you would come through.”

She was wrong. This was worse than torture.

“Everything we’ve worked so hard for,” he said, glancing at The Viper before turning his ire solely on her once more, “all of our plans, our goals, the changes we were going to make…all ruined – because of you.” This is my fault, this is my fault, this is my fault. The refrain kept running through her head, louder and louder and louder until she wanted to double over and cover her ears in an attempt to block out everything. What did he expect her to do? She wasn’t a savior, she wasn’t a herald, she wasn’t a champion, she wasn’t a hero. She was someone who pissed off her superiors and got sent on a wild elven god chase across Thedas.

She barely felt it, the slightest graze of a finger against her own, almost missed at the edge of her perception. She had involuntarily backed up against the cot while Tarquin lobbed his accusations and Ashur had stretched out the hand that wasn’t covering his wound. He wouldn’t know it, but just this small act of connection, of mercy, saved her from collapsing in on herself. She felt the dulled blade of Tarquin’s claims retract from her heart. She could begin to breathe once more.

“Enough, Tarquin,” he said. His voice still carried the tone of command in it, though Bianca could tell he was weak and straining. He needed rest. He didn’t need to watch whatever this was. “I have access to magic that will slow this. It will give me…time. This isn’t on Rook. It is what it is.”

She looked at him and she was back in that bedroom, lying next to him while he played with her curls. She had wished they had been in a different world and he convinced her that the world they were in now was the only one that brought them together. She would give it up for him to remain as he was - no rattling breaths, no blight, no blood spilling out between the creases of his fingers when he coughed.

“This is not my fault,” she said quietly, unsure if it was meant for others to hear or only for herself. Ashur’s finger grazed her once more, a show of support meant only for the two of them.

“Of course you’d say that – you’re from Treviso, why should Minrathous matter to you? I don’t know what I expected.” Neve muttered.

She lost it.

“This is not my fault. I am sorry that this happened to Minrathous. Truly. But Treviso is my home,” she said, looking directly at Ashur, not sure if it was to make him understand or to apologize or something else entirely. Her composure finally broke just as her voice did. Grief filled her as she looked around at the injured, the dead, the destroyed homes, the destroyed futures. Grief for friends, families, lovers. Grief for herself, grief for Ashur. Grief for potential. The strings they were so desperate to avoid attaching to themselves had felt like they had become thicker, living things – weights that strangled and threatened to drag her underground just moments ago. They were brittle now, one wrong move and they would snap. She should let them, she thought. She should free both of them from this. No more distractions. An endless emptiness clawed through her at the thought of cutting off all ties to Ashur, never feeling his warm hands on her again, never feeling his mouth on her neck or his breath on her ear. Never seeing the burdens lifted from him for just a moment when he shuddered into her and called out her name. It was too much to think about, a bottomless pit of sadness threatened to swallow her up right then and there.

She cleared her throat, taking a couple breaths before turning her furious gaze to Neve before landing on Tarquin. “My home. Treviso doesn’t have a floating palace, it doesn’t have an army, it doesn’t have The Viper, or Tarquin, or Neve Gallus. It has houses of assassins who are hell bent on murdering each other in claims for power. Oh, and an occupation of Antaam. That’s it. If you want to blame someone, blame Solas. Blame Ghilan’nain. Blame Elgar’nan. But do not blame me. Do not think this is easy for me. I will remember this for the rest of my life.”

A pause. She did not break eye contact with Tarquin.

“Tensions are clearly high here. You should go back to the Lighthouse. I’m staying here for a while to help sort out this mess,” Neve said, dismissing them quickly.

Bianca gave one last look to Ashur before turning to go back through the eluvian. She felt his eyes on her as she walked away from him, hoping it wouldn’t be the last time she saw him.

She sat in her room and cried the rest of the night.

“You’re not sleeping,” Lucanis said, sitting down next to her at the dining table before handing her a large mug of coffee.

Bianca huffed into her drink. “You’re one to talk.”

“I am well-equipped to recognize the signs,” he smiled, rotating his mug into his hands. “Still thinking about the other night?”

That was an understatement. It had been three days since they last traveled through the eluvian, leaving Neve and Dock Town behind. Leaving Ashur behind. She still didn’t know how he was – there hadn’t been any communication from anyone. Every time she tried to sleep, all she could see was his eyes, piercing and icy, surrounded by black. All she could hear was the slow drip, drip, drip of blood from his cot to the ground. All she could feel was the tip of his finger against hers.

So no, she wasn’t sleeping. She hummed into her cup and nodded.

“Rook, you have to know you are not responsible for what happened in Minrathous. To think the same could have happened to Treviso…well, I for one am glad you were there. And I know Teia and Viago couldn’t be more grateful. I don’t think I heard Viago call you an idiot once,” he laughed, staring into his cup. He paused, tilting his head slightly. “Spite is also glad you were there.”

“Well, at least someone was. And I know. It’s just…a lot to take in. The stakes feel so much more real now.” The scale of the loss hadn’t quite hit her yet, and wouldn’t until she could see for herself without the chaos. So many lost their lives and even more were injured, their livelihoods gone in an instant. It was no longer a hypothetical ‘when the gods attack’ – they did, and Bianca’s team was not ready for it, not in the slightest.

The two sat there in amiable silence for a long while, drinking their cups of coffee in the earliest hours of the morning, the only ones stirring in their little corner of The Fade. It was nice to just sit with someone and not have to talk, or plan, or lead. It was a little odd for her to be doing that with the grandson and presumed heir to the First Talon, she could admit that. What a funny turn her life had taken. She was a nobody, an orphaned elven slave child purchased by the Crows to pad their numbers. She was disposable, a thorn in the side of her house, sent away at the first chance. Now, she was joking with Lucanis Dellamorte, fighting elven gods, and realizing too late she had feelings for the leader of the Shadow Dragons, who was either fighting for his life or dead. If she wasn’t so anxious, she would laugh.

“I’m not asking her, leave me alone,” she heard Lucanis mutter to himself. Spite must be causing trouble in his head. Again.

“Ask me what?”

He sighed, pushing his now empty mug away from him and turning to her. This felt serious – based on the look on his face, Bianca wished she had pretended she hadn’t heard him. She took another drink to avoid eye contact.

“Did you have…something with The Viper?” he asked. She choked on her coffee, her eyes widening for a second before schooling her face back to neutrality, just as she was trained. They had been so careful, or so she thought. She knew everyone’s schedules by heart, she only went through the eluvian when everyone should have been asleep…Oh.

“I’m a highly skilled assassin, Rook. I know how to be places and not be seen. Besides, it was Spite who put it together first. The last job we had together in Minrathous…he said you and The Viper smelled like each other.” Bianca’s mind wandered – she knew exactly the day he was speaking of. They had met up later than usual and Ashur was frustrated from a hard day and insatiable. She tried to suppress a smile into her mug as she remembered him laying her back on his desk, feasting on her as if she were the finest meal before taking her so hard she thought the desk may break. She didn’t come back through the eluvian until two hours before they had to leave to go back to Dock Town and winced at all the ladders they ended up climbing that day.

“I was in the library the other night when you hurried down the stairs wearing Shadow Dragon robes, which was strange to me, because you only like tight fitted leather, and you only wear Crow colors,” Lucanis continued. “Though, I couldn’t confirm anything until we went to Dock Town after Treviso.”

“How would that confirm anything? All that happened was me getting yelled at by Neve and Tarquin over something they think I could have changed the outcome of.”

He gave her a half smile to go with her half-truth.

“The Viper was looking for you, that night. I saw his eyes go straight to the door once he saw me, waiting for you to cross through. I saw you move to him without realizing it. I saw the way you two looked at each other. I saw the way he reached out to comfort you in the smallest of ways,” he said, getting up to grab the coffee pot, refilling both of their mugs. “It was obvious, once I thought to look.”

Well, shit.

“You ever think about leaving the assassin business behind and starting a detective agency with Neve?” she asked. “Seems you have a natural gift.”

“I’m surprised she didn’t already know,” he said, sitting back beside her. She liked this, being friendly with Lucanis. She felt like she hadn’t had a friend in so long, if she ever really had one. She just wanted someone on her side.

“If she does, she hasn’t mentioned anything and I don’t think I’d ever hear the end of it once she started. Tarquin definitely had it figured out. I’m not sure it really even matters anymore. Knowing what Davrin has told me about the blight…The Viper is likely already dead, or something close to it.” She blinked back tears. If he was dead, and that was the last time she ever saw him…Maker, what was she doing? They had only been sleeping together for a little over a month. There had been one discussion of maybe, after, possibly, potentially, but it wasn’t like they were a committed couple or anything. So why did it feel like she was dangerously close to losing so much? Why did the backs of her eyes sting, why couldn’t she sleep, why could she only think about how he tried to comfort her when he was bleeding out?

Get it together, Bianca.

“Anyway, we weren’t really serious or anything. It was just fun, a way to blow off steam a few times a week. He understood the pressures of leading a team and the stakes involved,” she shrugged.

Lucanis nodded, offering her another half-smile to go with her new half-truth.

“Just some fun,” she repeated. Was she trying to convince him, or herself? “I should probably go get the day started. Thanks for the coffee. And the talk. I really needed it.”

“Anytime, Rook. Crows stick together. Before I forget, I was tidying up in the library a few hours ago and noticed some new missives on the table. They must have come in overnight. I must admit I’m still not sure how we get messages in The Fade.”

“You and me both. Thanks, Lucanis.”

She walked from the kitchen to the library, hugging Assan on her way as was her habit whenever she passed him. As expected, she saw two missives on the table to the side of the seating area. One was in familiar handwriting, a note from Neve saying she would be gone for a while longer to check on her contacts, friends, people she cared about. Bianca wondered what it would be like when she returned. She understood Neve’s feelings completely, and would have felt the same if she were in her shoes. Still, she hoped Neve would be able to understand Bianca’s reasoning – she didn’t abandon Minrathous, she sent Bellara and Harding there. They were fierce and capable and cared for Neve just as much as she did. So why was all Neve’s anger directed at her? She sighed and set down the letter, reaching for the other one. Short, succinct, with handwriting she didn’t recognize.

B – meet me. tonight. same time, same place. – A The paper fluttered out of her hand to the floor. He was alive.

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veeveex3 · 2 years ago

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Gn!Reader x TWST Juniors on a Date

an: I’m SOOOO sorry I haven’t written anything serious since last summer ,_, again, college took up a bunch of my time so I didn’t take time out of my day to write. And when I did have the time, I didn’t have the energy to write, which sucked lol. But I feel a lot more motivated now so hopefully I’ll be able to pump out as much stuff as possible!

tags: mentions of kissing, mildly suggestive content for Trey, Leona, and Vil (not really honestly but i thought i might as well tag it), Rook Hunt, fluffy cute dates

Trey Clover (Picnic Date)

Trey was a great chef, especially when it came to sweets

So when he asked you out, he thought the best thing to do was to use his skills to help create the perfect date

He brought a plethora of sweets and snack foods made almost entirely by him and set up a spot near the edge of the Heartslabyul dorm

He also asked Riddle to behead anyone who went near the two of you so that was nice!

Trey opened one of the two baskets he brought with him, your mouth instinctively salivating at the thought of eating his sweet treats. He brings out a small cake, a couple of perfectly made sandwiches, and some artisanal bread. He cut your a slice of cake and watched as you spared the cake no mercy. He snorted to himself as he poured you a glass of water. As he went to hand you the glass, he stared at you for a bit. You cocked you head as he placed the glass next to him, eyes widening as he leaned towards you. He grabbed you chin and licked the corner of your mouth, letting out a soft hum. “You had frosting on your face”, he said rubbing his thumb against your chin “Who knew you were such a messy eater~?” You eyes darted towards the rest of the cake, wanting to smash your face into what’s left. Luckily, you decided against that.

Cater Diamond (Concert Date)

Given his love for music, it makes sense that this would be his idea of a first date

He tries to find an artist that you both enjoy so that the concert would be equally fun for the both of you

And if you get anxious really easily, he tries to find seats that are far away from the crowd

btw rip his wallet lol

Prepare to take a lot of selfies and just general pictures

As well as a lot of videos of you two singing and fangirling

The sound of music and screams fills your ears as your favorite artist sings on stage. Without giving it much thought, you sing along since you know the words. You throw away any shame you have, putting your heart and soul into having a good time. Cater, who was also singing along, takes a glace at you and stops. As if time has stopped just for him, he takes in the view: the sweat on your face from how hot it is, your eyes glimmering with excitement, your lips he can’t wait to get on his own. Your eyes meet his for a moment and he pretends he wasn’t just staring at you moments ago “It’s fine, it’s really nothing lol” he audibly exclaims to you, “Let’s just enjoy the rest of the concert!”. He has so little time to cherish this concert he paid so much money for but all the time in the world for you afterwards.

Leona Kingscholar (Movie Date)

Leona had a hard time thinking of a good idea, so he went with the most simple option of going to the movies

However, the theater the two of you went to was far from simple, having fancy seats and the whole room all to yourselves just in case you two got bored and wanted to kiss and cuddle instead

He picked a horror movie because he liked the idea of you getting scared and snuggling up to him

And if that didn’t work he could just fake being scared and snuggle up to you, he didn’t mind

Your arms grip the soft, velvety arms of the chair, intensely watching the screen. Leona gave up watching the movie a while ago; he could watch it at any time and watching your reactions was a lot more enjoyable. Your arms reached for the somehow-not-empty bucket of popcorn, eyes still glued to the screen. Whether from fear or investment, it was like a car crash you couldn’t look away from, already knowing the fate of the poor character you were watching. However, it still got you. BAM! The killer jumped at the screen making you damn near spill your popcorn. Leona chuckled, laughing even more when you got mad at him for doing so. “It’s not my fault your got scared. You can hold my hand if you want to though~.” You grabbed his hand, ignoring his teasing, and didn’t let go until after you left the theater.

Vil Schoenheit (Spa Date)

Vil is very particular about his physical appearance, so trips to a bathhouse wasn’t uncommon

Especially since they were often free given his status

After receiving an additional ticket, he decided to take you along as a relaxing date for the two of you

You sat in the bath, holding onto your towel for dear life. Even though the bath you and Vil shared was private, it was still wasn’t big meaning that without your towel, it was still possible for Vil to see you very naked. Speaking of, he emerged from the shower in a fancy robe, walking towards the bath. As he began to untie the robe, you quickly turned your head away, giving some incredibly obvious peaks. Unluckily for you, he was wearing a swimsuit underneath, glaring at you before letting out a soft laugh as he sunk into the bath. The two of you sat in silence for a bit before he gestured over to you to scooch next to him, which you did. Vil rested his head onto your shoulders and sighed. “I’m so glad you’re here to share this moment with me”, his arms gently wrapped around you, “It’s like I’ve died and gone to heaven...”

Rook Hunt (Restaurant Date)

Rook didn’t have the funds to take you out on the fanciest restaurant like he wanted to

But he still took you to the next best place, hoping you’d forgive him for being a broke high school student

Before the actual date though, he makes a grandiose display of affection with a poem as well as a big ass bouquet of flowers

He even transported you on a horse which honestly doesn’t seem as romantic as it does in fiction

Rook stares at you as you look at the menu. Even though the restaurant you two were at wasn’t the fanciest, the prices were still out of your pea-sized budget. Even though he promised to be a gentleman and pay for you, on behalf of said pea-size budget, you still felt bad for making him pay a potentially large bill. You tell him you were going to order the cheapest thing on the menu, before he dramatically stops you, telling you to, instead, ignore the price and go with whatever you liked the sound of best. You took his advice, and once the food came, you happily exclaimed with how good it came out. “Anything for you, mon amour” Rook said, taking your free hand and giving it a kiss, “Your joy fills me cent times over”.

Idia Shroud (Cat Café Date)

Surprisingly, Idia didn’t decide to have a date in his room

He didn’t want you to think he was a weenie and tried to think of a date idea that was fun but also wouldn’t kill him

His love for cats as well as the conveniently placed and quiet cat café on the island helped him make his decision

also he DEFINITLY tries to take a kitten home with him

You sit down with Idia as a table towards the back, looking through the menu to decide what snacks you should get. He nervously looks towards the cat tree across from your table, pupils dilating at cute cats. As the waiter serves you some water and fancy macarons, a treat curtesy of your date, a cat walks over to you, bumping their head against your leg. You start cooing at the chubby cat, scratching their head as you feel another bump from your other leg. You look up at Idia again, who’s looking at the wall and passive-aggressively eating a macaron. You smirk, picking up the fat baby and calling Idia’s attention. Once you have it, you pose your head next to the cat, who meows in time with you. "The hell..” he muttered, covering his face, “warn me next time you wanna hit me with a x2 boosted cuteness beam...”

Malleus Draconia (Museum Date)

Malleus was frequently bored in his history class, already knowing what was taught to him made the class more like a chore

One day, he realized that he could use his knowledge on history to impress you and mayhaps court you

So, he rented out an entire museum to take you through it as well as the history of his world

Malleus grins to himself, happily dragging you along to the next exhibit he wanted to show you. From ancient magical devices to artifacts of fae history, he’s shown you all of it. His favorite he’s saved for last: the gargoyle exhibit. While they were all essentially grotesques as they did not spout water, they were originally gargoyles, thus sparking his interest. As he infodumped to you about the history of each gargoyle, as well as which ones were actually grotesques, you leaned into his arm, gently holding his hand. He stopped for a second to look at you. ”Are you growing tired? If you would like, we can make our final stop to the gift shop earlier than expected so we can go home.” You nodded your head and let out a yawn, feeling guilty for cutting his fun short. He wrapped himself around you from behind and leaned forward to give you a small peck on the cheek, holding you for a short while before finally taking you home.

#twisted wonderland #twst #trey clover #trey clover x reader #cater diamond #cater diamond x reader #leona kingscholar #leona kingscholar x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #rook hunt #rook hunt x reader #idia shroud #idia shroud x reader #malleus draconia #malleus draconia x reader

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burning-academia-if · 1 year ago

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In the crushing stage, the ros see the mc all done up because they have a date tonight and they ask, "how do I look?" How do the ros respond?

Whoops, this got long.

Rook:

"Hey, do you have notes for- oh. Am I interrupting?" Rook stands at the door to your dorm, and he can tell he caught you off guard. His eyes take one look at you, from the clothes you wear to how you've done yourself up. He knows this look, he's seen it a few times before. It's also why he knows how to have no reaction. "Hot date?"

"Yeah, I was just about to leave." You take a step closer, moving to show off your outfit. "How do I look?"

He wonders how anyone would answer with anything besides stunning, "Uh, well, you got a little something right here."

"What? Where-"

"Relax I'm joking. You look great." He gives an easy laugh, ignoring the look you give. "Anyway, don't let me keep you."

His eyes trail after you as you go. The familiar coil tightens in his stomach, but he keeps it down. He doesn't have a right to feel this way about you, after all.

Beck:

He catches you as you're leaving the dorm. It's not your usual style and he remembers you mentioning a few days ago you'd finally landed a date.

For once, he isn't the one to greet you first, "Oh, Beck, hey!"

"Hey, I didn't realize your date was today."

A smile flashes across your face, "Yeah! Speaking of, how do I look?"

"Hmm," He lets you show off your outfit, and he takes you in. With the barest of touches, he adjusts the collar of your shirt, "There, perfect."

The smile on your face is radiant as you thank them before leaving. There hadn't been anything wrong with your shirt. Beck stares down at his hands, before letting them drop. You seemed so happy, and he tells himself that's all that matters.

Rhea:

If there's anything Rhea knows well, it's fashion. From make up to clothes to accessories, she's got it down to a science. It's why you approached her and asked for her help with picking out an outfit for a date.

Despite the initial shock that had washed over her, she immediately got to work. It was easy to not think about why she was throwing clothes at you in the moment. Her goal was to make you the best you could be.

So, after outfit number God knows what, you step out and it's enough to take away anyone's breath, she's preening.

"How do I look?"

"Dear, there's no way your date is going to stop looking at you." The minute she says it, the flowers blooming in her chest wilts a little. "I've truly outdone myself this time."

As you head back into the changing room, she smacks her hands to her cheeks and whispers, "They're just cute. It's nothing. Keep it together."

By the time you walk out again, she's painted her smile back on, and tries not pretend the sight of you isn't burned into her memory.

Zoe:

The last thing Zoe expected was for you to walk through the doors of the tea store they're parents owned. But here they are, looking at them like they're saving grace.

"Zoe! Can you help me, I'm lost."

"Uh, maybe. How'd you know I was here?"

"I saw you through the window. I'm trying to find this restaurant, I have a date today but I'm a little lost." They're pull a face when you reach for your phone. It's then they finally notice how you look.

They've never been one to pay attention to looks, but they can at least tell that effort's been put into how you look today. A lot of effort.

"Here."

They lean over, and look at the screen. "Oh, it's the little place on the corner. It's easy to miss."

"Thank you so much." They move away, and pause for a second. "How do I look, by the way?"

"Well...good?" The question catches them off guard and they clear they're throat. "Yeah, you look good."

They breath a sigh of relief, "That's good. Well thanks again."

Zoe watches as they leave, before getting back to what they were doing before. From the back, their brother suddenly pops out, a shit eating grin on his face, "Damn sib, no wonder they're going on a date with someone else. What was that?"

It takes all of their will not to lob a box of tea bags at their little brother's head. He ducks away before they reconsider.

Lars:

Lars leans back in his chair, counting every mark on the ceiling he can find. He can hear your rustling from the other room and he wonders how he landed here in the first place. He isn't aware of the first thing about fashion, but you'd somehow convinced me to come along anyway.

"How much longer?"

"Just one sec!"

"You've been saying that for the past thirty min-" As though to spite him, you walk out at that very moment. Words stop dead in his throat.

"How do I look?" Utterly and infuriatingly attractive. It takes all his strength to take a cursory look at you and not linger anywhere. You didn't hold back and it shows at every inch.

A vein ticks in his jaw as he states, "Fine."

"Is that all?"

"Yes. Can I go now?" He doesn't wait for an answer as he stands and leaves. The quick acting poison of a thing he refuses to name blinds him. He can only hope the look on his face was mistaken and the usual disdain.

???:

You take one more look in the mirror, sweeping over every detail to make sure everything's in place. A mix of satisfaction and pre-date jitters wash over you, and you feel something stir in your head.

At the hint of their presence , you whisper through your connection, "How do I look?"

The formless voice responds a moment later, reaching out and reconnecting with you once more, "You're stunning tonight, little moon. What's the special occasion?"

"I have a date tonight."

There's a moment's pause. Then, "They'll think themselves the luckiest person in the world."

The compliment warms you, but you have no time to thank them before the connection fades away again. How strange, they'd normally stay longer. There's no time to dwell though. Your alarm goes off, reminding you you're going to be late. You take your phone and head out, leaving the Voice's uncharacteristic silence behind.

#em answers #ch: rook #ch: beck #ch: rhea #ch: zoe #ch: lars #ch: ???

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twst-drabbles · 2 years ago

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Neige and Rook 3

Summary: Rook finds an interesting observation of Neige when said King of Snow goes in and hugs the resident janitor.

(I really do like soft characters like Neige having an awakening of sorts. Or being corrupted. It fuels me either way. And sorry, my brain is refusing to stick to one thing, I have to bounce around.)

“Can you not skip around so much,” you grumbled then grunted as you lifted a box filled with cleaning supplied onto your shoulder, “I don’t want the soaps getting all foaming.”

“Oh I’m sorry,” Rook stopped with a flourish. He really can’t help it. The happiness within him just wishes to come out! “It’s just so rare of you to actually ask for help. And for you to go out of your way to ask me. You have to understand the thrill going through me.”

“This is thrilling? Picking up boxes for the only janitor on campus?” He understands why you would be baffled but he knows you to be someone who prefers to be left to their own devices. “Come on. Being an errand boy can’t be that exciting.”

“Think that all you want, it does nothing to diminish my joy in the task.” Rook bumped his box against yours, wanting nothing more than to infect you with his own brand of happiness. If you can have a little fun, well, he would love to see that face as well.

How odd to him, to see you carry yourself as though a lone vagabond in the world, even though you have plenty of people surrounding you. Though, it has nothing to do with fear of attachments, but more a simple acceptance of what may come and go. You asked Rook to help you with the boxes towards the back stage, but you had a wagon all ready to be used in case he said no. You hold no hesitation to make bonds, but you’re more than ready to move on if rejection was on the tongue.

Perhaps it is because of this ease you had about you that many want to be your friend? Perhaps, that strength of yours is what caught Rook’s attention, along with many other wanderers in your life.

Such as that dear King of Snow making his way towards you.

The value you had in his presence was made apparent to Rook when you put those boxes down as quickly as you could.

“Oh, hey Neige.” You stood up just in time to catch Neige in a hug. “Didn’t expect you here. I thought you were practicing.”

As bright as Rook’s King of Snow is, Rook knew him to be friendly as well as careful. It was the kind of caution that was powered by genuine and well placed concern. Neige was well aware of the millions upon millions of eyes watching him and as such made sure to never talk bad towards anyone, or even give such a hint through his actions.

Despite his kind heart, King of Snow has no one close that Rook was aware of. But, it seems Rook found a candidate for such a position.

Neige hasn’t said a word. His eyes were closed, unaware that Rook was right behind you, watching the whole thing unfold. You patted his back and that only made his idol squeeze tighter and bury his nose into your shoulder. The flush that crawled up King of Snow’s neck, the gentle fluttering of his eyelids as he gave a most dreamy sigh.

Now, Rook was never one to make assumptions and he was more than willing to pretend this was simply Neige being starved for any sort of touch, but then he took notice that he was there. His eyes went wide, shoulders stiffened up, then Neige ripped himself away from your touch as though you were hot steel.

Ohoho…

Truly, there was no mistaking that look of desire in King of Snow’s. Not when even Neige himself was aware of them and accidentally placed them on full display for Rook’s viewing pleasure.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #pomefiore #rook #rook hunt #royal sword academy #neige #neige leblanche #janitor au #reader insert

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the-good-bad-truth · 1 month ago

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Personally I don’t think she would be okay with him hooking up with other girls. But I do know her and Brian had an open marriage/relationship. He wasn’t allowed to see anyone else but apparently she was.

I also find it suspicious how she always seemed kind of close with Danni his old security guard and he disappeared. I think he’s close with rook still but he hasn’t been around for a minute that’s for sure. There were assumptions that she was fooling around with him for a minute.

See I was thinking she would not but then like what if she takes how that dynamic worked with Brian at least for a while then it could work with Colson. But also she probably has the mindset that women are allowed to get away with stepping out and the men no. I also can see her getting jealous over a fan, costar, or any female that she perceives as more attractive to her. Maybe that's why she got a BBL and breast implants so if a female that had a nice ass or banging body came around it wouldn't be a problem for her.

I can also see her flirting with men or acting weird towards men just to get a rise out of Colson. Like I always found it weird when she posted that one caption asking Adriana lima on a date, knowing that she is bisexual allegedly would that not be seen as some level of cheating but then again Colson probably found it hot. But also, I could never see them engaging in a threesome like I feel like Colson would be into the girl and then Megan would go sit in the corner and start feeling insecure of her body. But I don't think she would cross the line and cheat becuz then Colson would go back to his old ways and cheat back. And that would piss her off especially if the girl is hot and is better in the bedroom. Like she would slut shame and publicly out the girl and have a total meltdown.

#megan fox #mgk

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noodles-and-oodles · 3 years ago

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Hey! Just saw that your ask box was open and you also love rook, so here I am making a request for the vice dorm leaders! So what if their crush (the reader) fell under a sort of sleeping spell that only a true love’s kiss would wake them up. Obviously they try it and it works… How would they react when you fall under the spell and then try to wake u only for it to work? Thank u so much!!

True love’s kiss 🙈 aghhghhh thank you for requesting @uniquethingtastemaker and I hope this is to your liking!!

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Trey Clover

When hearing about the curse you’ve been put under, just like anyone else that’s heard the stories, Trey knows that true love’s kiss will be the surefire way to awaken you from your slumber but wouldn’t it be arrogant of him to assume he’s your true love?

He’s the one with the crush on you after all, he wasn’t even sure if you liked him back in the way he wants you to. Not only would it be downright embarrassing if he kissed you and you didn’t wake up, but it’d also be heartbreaking to know that you don’t return his feelings

Kissing you is likely to be his last solution but when all else fails, he has no choice but to at least try (wuss). He’ll hesitate for a few minutes but eventually gets the job done with a swift, but slightly lingering, kiss

Trey practically has a heart attack when your eyes flutter open, this man is ready to run for the hills and jump in joy. He can’t believe it, his kiss woke you up!! Trust and believe, the confession arc is coming soon ;)

Ruggie Bucchi

Let’s be real, Ruggie doesn’t believe in all that true love’s kiss bah humbug. He’s more set on finding a realistic solution and not relying on something that may not even work

In all actuality, Ruggie is just a scaredy cat. He’s afraid that if he does kiss you, that you won’t wake up which will mean that his crush on you is definitely one sided

Ruggie spends lots of time trying to figure out a way to awaken you but all roads lead back to true love’s kiss in the end. Leona eventually gets fed up seeing Ruggie pacing around and badgers him to just kiss you already, the worse thing that can happen is you not waking up lmao

So, Ruggie does it. His kiss is quick but firm, just to ensure that the two of your lips are actually meeting. Ruggie will back away in surprise when he sees your eye’s fluttering open. His eyes are wide and his face is hot as he stares at you with his jaw dropped. He didn’t think it would actually work! Wait…does this mean?

Jade Leech

I also think Jade is another who wouldn’t really believe in true love’s kiss. As a practical thinker, he figures it’s nothing more than what it’s always been portrayed as; a story

He has to admit though, the idea of you waking up from his kiss is pretty inviting. Jade is well aware that he holds feelings for you and truthfully has been trying to gauge your own feelings towards him without using his UM

But, he is cautious before he is ambitious so he will research some ways to awaken you (he’s not desperate enough to ask Azul for a contract lmfao) and when all the answer’s point to the aforementioned solution, Jade decided it’s finally time to give it a chance

Jade’s not a wuss, when he kisses you, it’s firm and he’ll leave his lips upon yours for a moment and when your eyes open, he backs away slowly albeit stunned. My, he didn’t think it would actually work…but now you have a grinning eel, telling you that you certainly have some explaining to do

Jamil Viper

Jamil has never been one to underestimate anything that could come his way since being Kalim’s caretaker has forced him to remember that anything can happen at anytime. So when a curse is placed upon you, Jamil tries his best to stay calm

He wouldn’t be so foolish as to think that something like a kiss could awaken you. At least, that’s how he feels at first. He’s never had the time to elaborate his feelings to you so why does he have to be rejected before he could even tell you?

Like the others, Jamil is searching high and low for a way to turn you back and when he comes to a road block, that’s when he becomes desperate enough to consider the whole ‘true love’s kiss’. He’s not really too confident but if his kiss is really what will do the trick, it’s a chance he’s willing to take

His kiss is light and only lasts a brief moment, he’ll pull away in hopes of seeing your eyes open and when they do, his heart speeds up. There was only one thing that this could mean…so now it looks like Jamil could be at ease a bit. He’ll be able to confess to you in confidence now that he’s aware of the mutual feelings you share

Rook Hunt

This hunter could only ever dream about something like this happening to him. A story of where one is awakened by their true love’s kiss? It’s the ultimate romance story! When he’s informed about the curse, he’s racing to your side as fast as he can

Rook is all about the romantic idea of true love’s kiss. He doesn’t doubt it one bit, if that’s the key to awakening you from your slumber then of course he’s going to take the chance, the rush of his heartbeat being his own motivation

He’ll make it the most romantic kiss of your life, even if you aren’t awake to experience most of it. Rook will spend at least five minutes pouring his heart out to your sleeping form, finishing with hope of your awakening before pressing his lips to yours passionately.

You’ll open your eyes to see Rook above you, a wide smile adorning his expression. Get ready to hear a loooong confession, and multiple expressions of how overjoyed he is that you seem to share his feelings

Ortho Shroud

Ortho’s confused when his brother comes to him, frantically pacing around and looking two seconds from ripping all his hair out. Idia reiterates what he was told about your curse and that he just knows a kiss from him won’t wake you

Ortho is his brother’s biggest and not to mention only support system! He wants you, his best friend, and his brother to be together and true love’s kiss is the way for Idia to finally get a chance to sort of indirectly confess his feelings for you

Of course, he’ll have to spend a long time trying to convince Idia. The dorm leader is nervous, scared, and stressed out at the idea of even being that close to you. Ortho will be relieved when Idia’s protests begin to become less frequent and he’ll give one last push to put Idia through the threshold

Ortho waits for you guys in the dorm, excited and scared for the outcome but when the two of you come back (hand in hand might I add) the boy is up and circling the two of you in joy! He knew his brother could do it! He’s so happy that Idia has to tell him to calm down lol

Lilia Vanrouge

Honestly, it would be extremely weird if Lilia didn’t believe in the solution of true love’s kiss considering all the things he’s seen in his long life span. He just won’t be able to believe that something like this is happening to him

The fae usually isn’t one to hesitate when making a decision but strangely enough he finds himself doing just that as he contemplates going to see you. Sure, he had feelings for you but even with all his prowess of intuition, he couldn’t say for sure if you felt the same

Eventually, he’ll just figure trying is better than doing nothing so he finally makes his way to you. Lilia’s kiss will be light and sweet, with just a sprinkle of his feelings being poured into it before he backs away

Imagine the surprised look on Lilia’s face when your eyes open. It’s a pleasant surprise of course, and once he gets past his shock, the teasing comes in. He’ll have a shit eating grin before asking you how long you’ve been harboring feelings for him (he’s probably been hiding his longer smh)

#twst #twst headcanons #headcanon #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarabia #pomefiore #ignihyde #diasomnia #trey clover #ruggie bucchi #jade leech #jamil viper #rook hunt #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge #noodlewrites

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twsthoodstar · 4 years ago

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Twst x Pokémon Pt. 3

This is a part 3 of the last Pokémon post I did, this time with the vice dorm leaders. Sorry this is so late, I’ve been feeling under the weather recently 😓 But I’m starting to feel better now.

Request/idea received from this Anon

Babysitting their crush’s Pokémon while they’re away. However, that task has proven more difficult than expected.

Trey Clover ♣️

Trey was both delighted and nervous when you asked him to babysit Slurpuff. He had only hoped it wouldn’t be as troublesome as certain glutinous monster cat, although he had to admit he was curious. Slurpuff looked so soft and squishy! It couldn’t be that much of a handful could it?

Well needless to say, Slurpuff was actually very helpful in the kitchen. It’s unique sense of smell helped pick the best ingredients and it was more than happy to aid in assembling the treats for the Unbirthday Party, nudging Trey to taste the batter. It reminded Trey of his little siblings back home, how they’d always try and sneak a piece.

However, it all went downhill once the part started. One by one everyone’s cakes and cookies disappeared without a trace. Unaware of the pink Pokémon sneakily using Physic to float the wonderful pastries into its mouth. But it’s cover was blown when it tried to steal Riddle’s tart, and Trey had to step in before the poor little thing lost its head.

Ruggie Bucchi 🐾

Better hope Ruggie doesn’t eat your precious little bundle of wool, might be hard to hold himself back. Shi shi shi, he’s only kidding! He wouldn’t do that to you! Unfortunately, Wooloo seemed to take that very personally and rolled away! It hadn’t even been 5 minutes and Ruggie was already chasing it down!

Poor Wooloo; perhaps leaving it in a dorm full of hungry carnivores wasn’t the greatest idea. Because it zoomed all over the place, trying to flee from any large beastmen. Though I’m sure it looked hilarious seeing the vice dorm leader chasing after a living pillow. Ruggie eventually needed Jack’s help in catching the little guy, and it surprisingly took a liking to the first year!

Wooloo was all over Jack, hiding behind his legs and nuzzling into his bushy tail. Peering at Ruggie with big nervous eyes. He hadn’t planned for this, Ruggie wanted to show you just how responsible he was all on his own, that included caring for your pet. But it couldn’t be helped. Jack hadn’t planned to babysit, but it seemed he had no other choice.

Jade Leech 🐬

(I love Psyduck so much 🥰)

Now Psyduck here is a bit of a special case, so you were a bit hesitant to leave it with Jade. Now there was nothing to worry about, Jade makes sure your Psyduck is well taken care of, he’ll pamper it to perfection. He has claimed he enjoys serving others. Although it appears Psyduck is a rather sensitive creature. But that just makes things more interesting, plus it’s adorable to boot.

Constantly rubbing it’s head, it takes in its surroundings rather slowly. It barely realized you left the room and was just recently waddling around looking for you, poor dear. 😅 Well this shouldn’t be a problem; playtime with rubber duckies, drawing a bath, Jade makes sure Psyduck is in top shape until you get back! However, there was one mishap Jade wasn’t preparing for.

It takes special skill to escape Jade’s well trained eye, and Psyduck just happened to find that perfect moment. Before it knocked into Jade’s terrarium, spilling out all kinds of plants and muck onto the floor with a big bump on its head. It was an accident, but Psyduck couldn’t shake that sudden glare in the eel’s eye. Not even when Jade rubbed its bruised head affectionately.

Floyd Leech 🦈

Oh boy, Gible was not happy about you leaving. Especially leaving its care to a stranger like Floyd. It stomped around and grumbled like a fussy toddler, aggressive to anyone that came near it. While everyone was afraid of getting their hand chewed off, Floyd remained as careless and as brave as ever. So Shrimpy left this little sharkie to be his playmate? How fun!

Gible did not want to play with Floyd, it tried making that as clear as possible. Playing basketball? Deflated. Some squeaky toys? Shredded to pieces. Dancing? It chomped the radio to bits. A yummy platter? Scarfed it down, plate and all. Floyd was clearly losing his patience and started to shift into one of his outrageously random mood swings.

Talk about bad timing when you have an angry Gible pouting across the room. Floyd, now upset the Pokémon wasn’t accepting his friendship, made the mistake of trying to squeeze it. Gible bit him 😬. Chomped right down on his hand, but suprisingly Floyd was fine. It did take Azul and Jade awhile to pry it off, then to keep Floyd from biting back! Hopefully, you’ll return soon before the Lounge ends up in shambles.

Jamil Viper 🐍

Honestly Jamil thinks your Salandit is super cool. Sly and cunning with a streak of mystery, it reminds him of himself. (You smug snake 😑) It was almost the perfect pet for himself, a powerful on way that. Now I’m sure Jamil has some experience with animals, he is Kalim’s right hand man and a servant of the Asim family, the kid knows a thing or two about parades.

So it’s a cake walk babysitting Salandit, at least for the most part. Pokémon are unpredictable creatures and unknown to Twisted Wonderland, so Jamil’s in for a big surprise when Salandit starts dripping actual v e n o m. The red liquid oozes out of its mouth as it starts to burn small holes in the carpet. Of course panics because, that carpet is expensive! And why did you have such a creature in your possession!

He was not prepared for this. Apparently it was having a scuffle with Kalim’s magic carpet, the piece of matting simply wanted to play with Scarabia’s new guest, but the poisonous fire-type took it as a threat instead. Chasing each other around like wild dogs. Reacting quickly, Jamil put it outside using Snake Whisper before things escalated, but decided to give you a call.

Rook Hunt 🏹

You thought Jade was pampering, Rook is over the moon for this fairy type! What a wonderful creature, absolutely beautiful! Rook is completely captivated by the fairy-like creature, the pure pink essence of love in its true form!~ ✨ As he puts it anyways. 😅 Rook will smother Sylveon with attention!

He’ll groom it to perfection and flaunt it to the entire dorm, this of course draws some attention. No one has ever seen a creature quite like Sylveon, with its sweet voice and flowing ribbons. And you left Rook himself in charge to take care of it isn’t that wonderful! ~ ✨ This basically turned into one big photo shoot, with Rook at the center gushing over his new friend.

He even takes Sylveon out on a hunt stroll with him. Man cries when it wraps it’s ribbons around it’s wrist. Let’s just hope no rowdy students make fun of their little adventure, they’ll have a merciless arrow drawn back ready to face them. Rook won’t tolerate gossiping, no one is allowed to tarnish the beauty you and your partner share together.

Ortho Shroud 🤖

Ortho was more than happy to take care of Pikachu for you! He was the one that actually accepted in the first place. It was just so cute and round and soft and friendly, a perfect companion for our little Ortho! Plus, he was really excited to analyze it for his database. Although, in reality he took this opportunity to get Idia out of his shell and help him.

Humans and animals were already a well known subject Ortho knew plenty about, even a few beasts were a well known species. So a loveable Pokémon shouldn’t serve a problem. While Idia wasn’t all that excited about watching a living, breathing, messy pet (virtual pets were much easier) Ortho was not having it and saw this as a good experience.

Playtime was his favorite, Pikachu was just so fast and full of energy. Zipping back and forth with a Quick Attack to chase the bouncy ball, or using its tail to play catch. It was such a cheerful little sunshine, it even shocked Ortho a bit with its cheeks. Emitting little sparks of electricity, which felt really nice. They’re both just so cute together, Idia snuck a few pictures of them napping together.

Lilia Vanrouge 🍷

Another child for Lilia to adopt!! Oh how precious! Immediately Lilia’s fawning over your cute Noibat, however, you tell Lilia to be careful as this Pokémon is quite young. Of course Lilia heads your warning and bids you a graceful farewell, before rushing off with the cutie in his arms to flaunt to his whole dorm.

Almost immediately Lilia’s going to test his cooking skills; a growing boy like that needs to eat right? Well don’t worry, chef Lilia will whip up something nice, which of course has Noibat cheering for a hot meal. The trio of terrified fae and their drowsy human: they couldn’t have Lilia kill off something so precious, you’d be heartbroken!

However, perhaps they were a bit too slow in stopping Lilia, because thanks to his magic he had already whipped up a horrendous looking hole of soup. But what had everyone’s jaws dropping was that Noibat enjoyed it! It even cooed for seconds, nudging Lilia with the bowl. Of course Lilia was over the moon, he’ll have to ask to babysit more often.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland imagines #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst headcanons #pokemon #pokemon headcanons #pokemon imagines #trey clover x reader #ruggie bucchi x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd leech x reader #jamil viper x reader #rook hunt x reader #ortho shroud #lilia vanrouge x reader

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storiesforallfandoms · 4 years ago

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asserting dominance ~ machine gun kelly

word count: 1074

request?: yes!

“I sadly can’t share links in an ask, but glitterqueen96 posted a gif (tagged #machine gun kelly) of Colson spitting alkohol in a fans mouth. This gif is doing things for me, could you maybe write something inspired by it? Idk, i would love smthg about him showing you/the power he has over you off in public (i have a thing for confident, dominant men). Would be awesome but i can understand if its too weird, thx for all your writing”

“Hey, just saw the other anon about dominant MGK or Rook and was reminded of a video i saw a few days ago here on tumblr, where Colson spit alcohol in a womans mouth and since then I kinda wish to read an imagine about that 🙈 I don’t know, that clip just showed sutch confidence that the woman just accepts his spit and stuff and idk, dominant men are just my type Thank you for writing such awesome fics for us!”

description: in which he likes to show everyone that she belongs to him and him only

pairing: machine gun kelly x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

If there was one thing that everyone knew about Machine Gun Kelly, it was that he was very protective over his girlfriend.

Colson loved you and treated you like a queen. He basically worshipped the ground you walked on and his friends often joked about how whipped he was, but he could care less. In fact, he would agree to this assessment with a smile on his face.

Of course, you felt the same way for Colson. You loved him more than anything. You couldn’t imagine your life without him at this point. But, surprisingly enough, he was the jealous one of the relationship.

With how many groupies and female celebrities that were trying to get close to Colson, everyone thought that you’d be the one to get jealous. You did have some moments of jealously sometimes, but you trusted Colson. You knew he’d never do anything, and he trusted you, too, but he couldn’t help but feel some form of jealousy when other guys tried to hit on you. He would always make some display to guys who were getting a little to close to show them that you were his and his only.

You and Colson were invited to a party by one of Colson’s friends on one of their rare nights off. You were dressed in a short, tight dress, one that showed off your every curve and drove Colson absolutely wild. His eyes nearly popped out of his head when you walked down the stairs.

“Fuck baby,” he said, wasting no time in grabbing your ass once you reached him. “I wanna take this thing off you already.”

“You’ll have to wait,” you told him, making sure to rub against him in a way to tease him more. “I spent a lot on this dress and I wanna wear it.”

Colson sighed and reluctantly let you go. You smirked at him before leaving up to kiss him.

His eyes were on you constantly throughout the night. Even when you were talking to others or dancing with your friends, Colson’s eyes were scanning your body. The beautiful body that he was fortunate enough to make love to every night.

But Colson wasn’t the only attention you had. A handful of guys in attendance also had their eyes glued to you as you moved your hips to the music. Colson noticed these looks and tried his best not to get too upset over it, but it was hard when they were looking at you as if you were a piece of meat.

You stumbled off the dance floor towards the kitchen for another drink. The kitchen was so crowded that you basically had to shove everyone out of the way in order to get to the alcohol.

“Feisty little thing, aren’t you?” a guy you had shoved asked as you started pouring your drink.

“First, I’m not that little,” you retorted. “And second, if a bunch of assholes were surrounding the alcohol you were trying to get to, you’d be ‘feisty’ too.”

The guy chuckled and put up his hands in mock surrender. “Okay, fair enough! My bad, I’ll stop surrounding the alcohol then.”

“Good. Other people want to drink too you know.”

He shrugged and held his cup out to you. “On that note, mind pouring me a drink?”

You obliged and filled his cup before placing the bottle aside.

“Thanks. I’m Brad by the way.”

“(Y/N). Nice to meet you, Brad.”

“You too, (Y/N). Not to be too forward, but are you here with anyone?”

You chuckled to yourself and shook your head. You figured this would happen. “I am. I have a boyfriend, he’s in the other room actually.”

“Should I be afraid then?”

You raised an eyebrow. “Depends. Are you going to keep trying to flirt with me?”

“If you want me to, I’d certainly like to try.” He even winked! Then openly checked you out after you told him you were there with someone! This bastard has some balls.

Your eyes drifted behind Brad to see an angry looking Colson making his way towards the two of you. You tried not to smirk, knowing what was coming next.

“Hey babe,” Colson said, wrapping his arm around your waist. “Just wanted to see what was taking so long.”

“I was just talking to Brad here,” you responded, gesturing to your attempted flirt. “Brad, this is my boyfriend, Colson.”

You could see recognition cross Brad’s face as he looked over Colson. You cuddled into his side, feeling a sense of pride at Brad’s sudden deer in the headlights expression.

Colson reached out and grabbed the drink you had just poured for Brad out of his hand, glaring at him in the process. He didn’t break eye contact as he took a mouthful of the drink. He moved the hand that was around your waist to cup your face and turn it to face him. He squeezed it in a way that opened your mouth.

Your eyes widened as you felt the harsh liquid hit the back of your throat. You coughed a bit after swallowing it, the alcohol burning your throat as it went down. Colson dumped the rest of the contents and threw the empty plastic cup back at Brad. He took your arm and guided you out of the kitchen and into a mostly empty hallway.

“Spitting in my mouth,” you commented. “That’s a new one.”

“Yeah, I kinda came up with it on the spot,” he said. I’m sorry, was it too much?”

“It was unexpected, but it was kind of hot.” You shrugged. “I like the ways you show off that I’m yours.”

“It’s not too much? I’m not too much?”

You smirked and leaned forward to start kissing his neck. “Not at all. I want every guy who tries to hit on me to know that I’m yours.”

A breathy moan escaped Colson’s lips as you sucked on his neck. His hands gripped your waist, one of them slowly trailing to grab your ass.

“Do you still want to get me out of this dress?” you whispered in his ear, nipping at his earlobe.

“That’s all I’ve wanted all night,” he responded.

“Then find an empty room and fuck me so hard that everyone at this party will know who I belong to.”

You didn’t have to tell him twice. He grabbed your hand and yanked you into the nearest empty room.

#machine gun kelly #machine gun kelly imagine #machine gun kelly x reader #colson baker #colson baker imagine #colson baker x reader #mgk #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

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twistedmusings · 4 years ago

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Vil Schoenheit: After RSA’S Performance

The first time he had been left speechless was because of you.

You who always knew what to say, you who always had an answer to the problem at hand.

Where were you?

A/N: What is formatting. I don’t even know.

But listen though. When did Vil get hot? I mean he has always been hot but is it now because he is sad boy? A rude boy turned sad boy? Is that why I am attracted to him now and was compelled to write this?

I don’t know but I’m in love so I’m going to run with it.

This is how Vil would react if MC looked like they were enjoying RSA’s performance.

Part 2, here!

What Vil felt couldn’t really be put into words.

His grades would say that he was one of the highest ranking students in the Language Arts for Night Raven College. Not just in regular human speech but also in fairy-dialect, animal dialect and any sort of dialect that Professor Trein would demand. Vil also excelled in prose, poetry and abstract writing.

Being left speechless was not something that was supposed to happen, not twice in a row.

The tightening of his throat would speak otherwise, as well as the sudden feeling of vertigo.

Vil could barely hear Kalim through the jovial sound of Neige’s voice, the one thing that had kept him awake for these past few weeks--no these past few years. When was the last time that he had felt so helpless? Was it when he had first met him? Neige, with his bright smile and lovable personality that made people overlook his mistakes, his very obvious mistakes. The way he wouldn’t go when it was his cue, or how Neige would forget almost every other line only to finally have the script memorized by the time it was opening night.

A children’s song.

“What even is this song! The chorus just won’t leave my head!”

He wasn’t even ready during dress rehearsal, Neige would wait until fucking opening night.

Was it dramatic to say that the whole event had haunted him? As well as the domino effect of undeserved fame that Neige had gotten afterwards?

No, to Vil, being overshadowed by this person despite all the effort that he put into each and everyone of his performances was something akin to being shot by a gun.

Over and over and over.

He had been beaten by a children’s song.

Every single commercial, every music video, every promotion and every product placement that Neige did was like a dagger carving him up from the inside out.

So when the VDC presented itself, he jumped at the chance to not just shape himself into the perfect being to defeat Neige, but to shape others to show that not only could he surpass himself but he could help others break through their own ‘ugly’ exteriors to discover their own personal beauty. And by all means he had done it, he had taken five rough and ugly rocks and turned them into polished jewels.

Polished jewels that framed the diamond he had worked so hard to turn himself into.

His grip on the audience seat loosens when something flashes through his mind.

The practices had been rather arduous, not only having to make sure that he was flawless but trying to deal with Epel’s stupid gender based ideas, Ace and Deuce’s lack of grace and even Kalim’s really really terrible singing voice. Yet something had made it even a little bit worth it.

Someone, he needed to correct himself, someone had made it a bit worth it.

The sixth potato that he had hoped to start shaping after this whole thing was over.

What could he say about you? At first glance you were truly nothing special. An uneventful, magicless person from an equally uneventful place that hadn’t even been accepted into this school but was instead made a student because of the monster next to you. You weren’t even a student, more like a glorified problem solver for the Headmaster. Ideally, Vil should have also hated your guts since you were essentially getting the same education that he had been getting when he was a first year but without any effort but there was something different about you that he had not expected.

I think you’re probably the fairest out of everyone in the school.

A small glimmer of something beautiful.

But in the end your opinion is the one that will matter to you.

You were honest. That is something that Rook had mentioned about you once he did his recon of the new manager for the VDC team. How the Ramshackle prefect really didn’t have anything to offer but that the quality that stood out the most to the hunter was your refreshing honesty.

He had modeled for crowds of adoring fans and yet he found himself pulling out his pocket mirror and fixing non-existent imperfections before talking to you. Yet even when he tried to make himself look presentable to you, you always seemed to catch him when all of his walls were down.

“You should have seen the information that I got from Riddle, Leona, and Azul. They have really gotten a reputation behind them, the Ramshackle prefect. I wonder what will happen if we keep them close~”

Vil wouldn’t admit it to anyone but there had been a brief moment that his heart skipped a beat when the news about how the VDC team would be rooming in Ramshackle. He figured it had skipped out of beat due to the horrific news that he would have to room in a dorm that had not been used for who knows how long but when he had come inside and been greeted by your smile, it was almost surreal how he had come to terms with this feeling of nervousness.

The night before the VDC had found Vil in the Ramshackle lounge, a cup of tea in his hand as he watched a video of that day’s performance. There were still minor imperfections here and there but those would be easily covered up by his own singing and movements. Epel had also improved exponentially which highly increased the probability of a successful performance and with Jami’s hypnotizing movements and Rook’s aura there was no doubt that he had this competition under his heel.

But nerves like these didn’t leave overnight.

A creak on the stairs brought him back to the present, taking a sip of his tea as he continued to look at the video.

“If you’re here to ask me about why I am awake at this hour, Rook, I would like to remind you that you insisted we review the performance in the morning which already did nothing to calm my nerves--”

"Vil-senpai?"

His head snapped up to look at you , the light of the moon masking him in shadows while illuminating you as you made your way down the staircase. He clicked his tongue and turned off his phone.

"Was I interrupting something?"

Vil shook his head, “Last minute detail check. Everything has to be perfect by tomorrow.”

You nod and walk towards him, standing next to the couch before pointing to it. Vil looked at you before looking at the seat next to him. What were you--oh. He nodded and you sat down on the other side of the love seat, both of you farther apart that he would have liked.

“Does the manager have anything they want to say to me?”

“It just gets me thinking. You have been doing this performance perfectly in my eyes. Over and over again that it makes me wonder just what you think is lacking.”

You bring your feet up to the seat, hugging your knees together as you look down at the floor, “Maybe your definition of perfect and my definition of perfect are so different.”

The Pomefiore dorm leader rolls his eyes, “Did your Heartslabyul friends put you up to this?”

“Ace and Deuce? Great Sevens no. If they did I would have rightfully ignored them and gone to bed. I’m just your manager, I’m not here to negotiate.”

“Just a manager.” Vil frowns and looks at you, “You understand that you are currently housing the Vil Schoenheit as well as six other people who happen to be under my temporary tutelage. If you and your dorm weren’t around I would have had to keep those two Heartslabyul potatoes in the Pomefiore dorm and I don’t think I could stand letting them sleep in one of our beds. Our dorm has standards, luckily yours is the most neutral place I can stand being around those two without losing sleep.”

He blinks at the snort you let out, staring as you wave your hands and apologize while trying to prevent another one from surfacing.

“That is the only straightforward compliment my dorm has received. Neutral.” you laugh again before wiping a fake tear from your eyes, “Am I allowed to take it as a compliment?”

Vil is glad for the darkness, it hid the sudden flush in his cheeks.

“Take it as you will.”

You nod and stand up, stretching and letting out a satisfied sigh when your back made a small cracking noise that had Vil clutching at his cup. Anybody else and he would have walked out of whatever conversation he was having, so why did he find that tolerable with you?

“Then let me pay it back.” you hold out your hand and for a brief moment Vil wants to take it. Clearly that was an invitation for something and it alarmed him that he didn’t mind the mystery behind it. Yet your finger pointed at the cup, Vil looking down and seeing it was empty.

Oh.

He hands it to you, doing his best to make it so that your fingers would brush in the most accidental way possible.

“In my own opinion, as well as the opinion of others, I think you are the fairest out of everyone in the school.”

The air in Vil’s lungs gets caught in his throat.

“No joke. The way you carry yourself, the effort you put into everything you are a part of. Even the potato comments are almost...endearing? Potato plants produce rather pretty flowers, right? Maybe you are just trying to get the flowers inside of us to bloom as well?”

He is staring.

He is staring and not saying anything. You had left him without speech.

“But in the end your opinion will be the one that matters most to you. I just hope that it will always be positive.” you scratch the back of your head and yawn, “I’m going to grab a glass of water and head back to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Your eyes are still meeting his as a small flush adorned your cheeks, probably embarrassed by what you had just said. Or he would like to think you would be embarrassed, if this was any regular love story he would stand up and grab your wrist and keep you from running away from him before cupping your face and leaning in--

“Good night, Vil-senpai.”

"Goodnight."

You who always knew what to say, you who always had an answer to the problem at hand.

Where were you?

His eyes start looking around for your figure, hands itching and brain running slower than it ever had before. Maybe you would make it better? No, you would make it better. You would go over to him and smile before saying that the competition hadn’t even started and just because that song seemed to be moving everyone under a stupid nostalgia spell, Vil’s hardwork would shine through. Neige hadn’t taken everything from him, not just yet.

Vil feels the weight on his shoulders lessen when he looks at you only for it to double when he sees your face.

You were smiling, humming along to the silly melody as your head bobbed up and down.

Even in practice your gaze remained fixed on them, yet with Neige you seemed to feel that infectious, annoying melody and enjoying it?

“What’s wrong? You look pale.”

Had he lost you as well?

“Vil...Vil?”

The first time he had been left speechless was because of you.

“...Nothing. Don’t worry.” he turns his back to Rook, “It’s not worth seeing their performance. I will be in the waiting room.”

Vil walks away, so many thoughts clouding his head as he replays the words you had said to him.

Who the hell cared about his opinion when yours was just as important?

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thepremedthatwrites · 4 years ago

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Checkmate

request: hi! I love your writing! I'm wondering if you'd be open to writing a chess game between the reader x Edmund, that turns smutty or something like that? thanks!

warning: smut below the cut

“Checkmate!” the brunette exclaimed as he placed his knight in its spot, trapping my king.

“Seriously Edmund, can’t you let me win at least once?” I complained as we moved to reset the board.

“But then you would be mad at me for going easy on you,” he pointed out. I let out a sigh before moving one of my pawns two spaces ahead. I rested my head against my hand as I watched Edmund, expecting him to move his own piece. Instead, he smiled. “I think I have an idea on how to make this game a bit more interesting.” I raised an eyebrow.

“What’s your idea?” I waited in silence, knowing I was either going to love or hate the idea.

“Why don’t we spice things up and play strip chess.” The grin on his face widened.

“Strip chess? What in the world is that?”

“It’s like strip poker. Except it’s chess. Each time a piece of yours is taken that isn’t a pawn, you have to take off an article of clothing.”

“How ridiculous,” I muttered, my face turning warm as I thought of stripping in front of Edmund.

“Why? Scared you’ll be the one to become naked?” I looked into his eyes, his brown irises looking back with the same fire that was in mine.

“Fine, whatever Pevensie,” I said, looking away from his eyes as my heart raced in my chest. I could feel his eyes still watch me as I focused my attention on the board. “I just hope you’re wearing lots of layers.”

It wasn’t long until Edmund captured one of my rooks. I let out a groan as Edmund let out a victorious laugh. “Alright, (y/n). Clothes off.” I rolled my eyes as I pulled my shirt over my head. My vision of him was shortly obscured by the red shirt before being returned to normal as I flung the piece of clothing away from me. I was suddenly glad to be wearing one of my nicer bras as I felt Edmund’s eyes study the newly exposed skin.

“Stop being a creep Ed,” I said as I moved one of my pieces.

“Sorry,” he muttered. His response caught me by surprise as I had been expecting a witty comeback. Instead, he focused his eyes on the game in front of us, his cheeks colored a light rose. It wasn’t long until I captured his knight.

“Alright, Edmund. Clothes off,” I said, repeating his words from earlier.

“Very funny,” he said as he slowly unbuttoned his shirt. I let out an impatient sigh.

“C’mon Ed. We don’t have all day.” He let out a chuckle, moving his fingers at a faster rate before the white button-up was off his body. I had never seen Edmund shirtless before. I had always known he was strong but I wasn’t aware of the abs that hid behind the fabric of his shirts. His skin was tanned from the sun, most likely due to afternoons playing football.

“Admiring the view?” Edmund chuckled, causing my face to heat up as I snapped my head back to the board.

“You wish,” I shot back, suddenly very interested in the game. I studied the pieces in front of me as I attempted to slow my heart rate. Luck must have been on my side as it wasn’t soon until I had captured Edmund’s rook. “Let’s hope you didn’t wear your Care Bears boxers today,” I joked as Edmund stood up to take off his pants. He started to unbuckle his belt and as he did, I couldn’t help but notice the butterflies in my stomach.

I turned my attention to his face as he took off his belt and pulled down his pants. He returned to his spot on the floor, his face filled with concentration before making his next move. I tried to concentrate on the game but all I could focus on was the slight bulge visible in his black boxers. “(Y/n),” he said, causing me to wake from my daze.

“Hm?” I replied, looking up to face him. In his hand was my bishop.

“Pants off princess.” I know he meant it as a joke but my heart fluttered at his words. I swallowed thickly, suddenly very aware of Edmund’s eyes on me. I got up, unbuttoning my jeans before pulling them off, leaving me in only my underwear. I saw Edmund lick his lips as he looked at me. I blinked my eyes a few times before focusing them on the chessboard and not Edmund’s crotch. Surely I was just imagining the growing bulge in his boxers, although Edmund’s uncomfortable shifting seemed to suggest otherwise.

Edmund had become increasingly silent as I pondered my next move. I leaned forward, playing out my plan in my head as I slowly moved my hand to one of my pieces. Before my hand could reach it, a larger hand grabbed mine. “Are you going to continue teasing me like this?” Edmund questioned. I was about to ask him what he meant when his eyes flickered to my cleavage that had slowly become more visible as I leaned forward. I could feel my face start to warm, my eyes flickering to his crotch. While I might have been able to write off his erection as part of my imagination before, it was now very much evident.

“As if you aren’t teasing me as well,” I said, returning my gaze to meet his own. His brown eyes studied my face as his hand traveled from my hand and up my arm. He studied my facial expression, waiting for a sign to stop. I didn’t give him one. Instead, I crawled closer to him. With one single swipe of his hand, the chessboard was gone. Chess pieces clattered across the floor, not that either one of us cared.

Both of his hands wandered my body as I climbed into his lap, my legs straddling him as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I slowly leaned forward, giving him enough time to stop me. He didn’t though and soon, my lips were on his. The pair of lips that were usually twisted in a sarcastic grin was as soft as silk. I felt his tongue brush my lips, asking for entrance. I parted my lips slightly, allowing his tongue and mine to be together. They waltzed together, pressed against each other as Edmund’s hands worked on unclasping my bra.

After a moment, I felt the piece of fabric loosen before falling between the two of us. We parted for a moment, both of us panting heavily from a mixture of the adrenaline pumping through our veins and the make-out session. I ran my hands through Edmund’s brown locks, looking into his admiration filled eyes. I experimentally rocked my hips back and forth, feeling his erection rub against my clothed sex. Both of us let out a moan at the friction. His hands gripped onto my hips almost bruisingly, pushing me down onto his hardened cock.

“Oh God Ed,” I moaned, the friction much needed. Edmund seemed to need more as he shifted our positions so that I was now laying on the floor. His lips were quick to find mine. Our lips moved together as his hands traveled to my panties. He tugged on the fabric but it wouldn’t budge. My realization that I had to raise my hips to allow him to take them off came too late.

“For fuck’s sake,” Edmund muttered before the sound of ripping fabric could be heard. There was a moment of silence afterward. I was now completely naked in front of my best friend. I fought the urge to cover myself as his eyes wandered my body.

“Those were my favorite pair of underwear,” I said, only half-joking. A grin appeared on Edmund’s face, dissipating any self-consciousness I might have had.

“My deepest apologies, love. I promise to make it up to you.” As soon as the words left his mouth, I felt a finger on my clit. I let out a gasp. A smirk formed on Edmund’s face as he started to lightly rub circles. He added another finger, increasing the pressure slightly. My hips rocked in time with his fingers, my body chasing its orgasm. I closed my eyes as the pleasure built.

“Edmund,” I gasped as I felt myself come undone, my head falling back as a moan left my mouth. Edmund slowed his fingers until they had stopped moving altogether.

“You look so beautiful when you cum,” he whispered. I opened my eyes slowly to look at Edmund, a smile on my face. He leaned forward, his lips pressed against mine in a soft kiss before pulling away. I watched as he removed the only article of clothing from his body. I bit my lip as my eyes landed on his erection. He was definitely bigger than anyone I had been with before. My pussy fluttered as I imagined his cock in me, stretching me out as he thrust into me mercilessly.

I didn’t have to imagine for much longer as Edmund climbed on top of me. My hands automatically wandered his body, touching anything it could reach. I pushed his head down so that I could kiss him. My moan was muffled by the kiss as he pushed into me, my back arching in pleasure. He stayed in place for a moment as I stretched to accommodate him. Soon enough, he started a slow pace.

Although the pace was slow, his thrusts were strong. My body moved with each thrust, my nails raking down his back. His mouth traveled from mine to just under my ear. “Ed,” I moaned as he started to softly suck on the skin. The pace had started to become faster as one of his hands went between our bodies. I let out a gasp as his finger brushed my nipple. He continued to toy with the sensitive area as I felt myself getting closer to my release.

“I’m so close,” I gasped. I could feel Edmund smiling against my skin, the knowledge that he was able to unravel me like this probably amusing to him.

“Cum for me (y/n),” he whispered into my ear, his hot breath tickling my neck. My body obeyed his command as my entire body shook with pleasure. My walls collapsed around him which seemed to be his tipping point as he moaned into my ear. “Fuck (y/n),” he moaned as he gave one last thrust before spilling into me. I let out a small moan as I felt his warm spurts of cum enter my body.

After a few seconds, he pulled out of me. He rolled off of me and to my side, turning his head to face me. A smile was on his face as he brushed a strand of (h/c) hair from my face. “See, wasn’t that better than boring, regular, old chess?” I let out a chuckle.

“It seems you did have a good idea for once. Although you still owe me a new pair of underwear.”

“Fair enough,” Edmund replied as we both got up to find our discarded clothing.

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pleasantanathema · 4 years ago

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Graves into Gardens | Reiner Braun x Reader | Chapter Six

Chapter Six: Revelations

Pairing: Reiner Braun x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Warnings: Modern AU, spoilers up to season four, slight manga spoilers (only by including characters met later), captivity, mentions of death, violence enemies to lovers, angst, and eventual smut (ohohoho we’re so hot on it now, just wait until the end of this one)

Word Count: 5k

A/N: Thank you so, so much to everyone who has left comments, screamed in reblog tags, and just encouraged me to create this story. I have never felt so much love for a fic in the time I’ve been writing.

This chapter reveals a lot, and it’s a little longer than the rest, but it’s for good reason- the end of this is one of my favorite things I’ve written.

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Reiner’s apartment truly wasn’t much. You thought he’d been joking, perhaps was even being humble, but the small studio apartment was quite dismal. The walls were stark white, a few faded posters peeling off the wall from neglect, a couple of medals and trophies lining a small bookshelf that was bursting with paperbacks and notebooks. A simple bed with a royal blue comforter and overstuffed pillows, the most compact L-shaped couch in front of a tv, and a corner dominated by a desk with two monitors and stacks of documents, manila envelopes, and crates of papers crammed below.

A kitchenet that looked hardly used was tucked away in another corner, the entryway to a small bathroom right near it.

There was truly nothing worth looking twice at, save a handful of framed photos scattered around.

You’d taken it all in rather hurriedly, still out of breath from practically running through snowy alleyways, the developing snowstorm covering the land like fresh linen. There was a window near his bed, which you gravitated toward after kicking off your damp boots by the door. Not much a view, either. Just more desolate, brick buildings and a sorry looking street below.

He told you once that he didn’t grow up with much, and it unfortunately seemed like despite joining the ranks of the military, he was still left with close to nothing.

“What are we here for?”

He was busy toiling with the thermostat, thick fingers mashing against the heat button to try to warm the small box of an apartment.

“You won’t like it,” he grumbled, golden eyes glancing over to you with a tinge of regret painting his brow.

“Then why bring me?”

“Because you need to see it.”

You tucked your hands under your arms, the chill of the winter’s day finally settling into your bones.

You watched keenly as he shrugged off his snow laden jacket, hanging it by the door before promptly locking it. He seemed as out of breath as you were, nose red from the cold, hands shaking as he fumbled with his phone. You bit the inside of your cheek with impatience, a small flame of ire licking its way into your chest.

Bringing you out here could get you killed. He knew that, right? Of course he did, but he did it anyways. Surely this matter of seemingly great importance could’ve been fetched by one of his comrades. You hadn’t quite considered the danger leaving the headquarters could bring upon you until you were dashing through the streets, the heavy paw of Reiner’s hand squeezing around your wrist. At one point in time, he’d shoved you back down another corridor, shielding you with the size of his body as particular caravan of cars turned down the roadway. He seemed to fear any pair of government eyes spying you.

He always was so careless.

He was busy texting someone, still standing idle, lip worried between his teeth.

Must be the girl you ran into that’s giving him a headache. He probably thought he could slip out and back again without a soul noticing, without anyone giving him grievance, but that bright eyed little cousin of his had ruined that. She’d been so excited to see him; he probably hadn’t been to see his family quite a while, seeing that he was on guard duty after his last mission.

How many days had it been since you’d been here? You’d honestly lost track of time, your world feeling like it had been caught in a slow turn of molasses. A few seconds could feel like hours, days felt like minutes, every heartbeat felt like it could be your last. You tried to add it all up in your head, eyes closing as you replayed all the events that led to you standing in Reiner Braun’s home in Marley.

A week and a half, you surmised. But it could be a little more, a little less. You think you would have kept your eyes on the sun a little more acutely, seeing that you’d missed it rise and fall for at least two days when you were bound in that cell.

“Are you alright?”

For a moment, you thought you had spoken the words. You were thinking them, but he asked you instead.

“That’s a loaded question,” you looked back down to the street, catching the sight of a line of what appeared to be school children marching in tandem down the sidewalk, snow in their hair and happiness on their faces, “but for the moment, I’m okay.”

Reiner pulled his lips to the side, considering your words. Maybe it hadn’t dawned on him that you couldn’t have been in any state of ease since you’d been promptly abducted and plopped down in this new world to navigate.

“Are you alright?” You encored, observing how his worried thumbs were still fast against the screen.

“Have I ever been?”

You made at face at that reply, corners of your mouth turning down while your shoulders shrugged. Fair enough.

Though, for the first time, a bit of pity crept into your mind. Reiner didn’t really ask for this life, did he? He was doing whatever he could to get by, fallen rather inelegantly into the position of being sent to Paradis, and was now being handed you to watch over, presumably without his full consent. You were both pawns in this world, kings and rooks dominating the board and playing you both for fools.

Being a Scout hadn’t been your intention, either. You’d once had other dreams: college, a career, a family, but you’d been grandfathered into the role by your government working parents, and cemented into it when they’d died. You had nothing else to do, so you served. You served your country, your friends, but you also served yourself, using the role to keep your life afloat, even if it sometimes meant spilling the lifeblood of others, even if it meant sacrificing aspirations and settling. Though, you would admit that some rather beautiful things managed to bloom from the barren soil. Regrettably, those had all been left behind, washed away by tides you couldn’t control.

“I’m sorry,” Reiner grunted, sinking into the cushions of the couch, “she—she already opened her mouth. I’ve gotten Annie to settle things at HQ, but I imagine Chief is still furious.”

“Is it such a bad thing to take me out here? I mean, you could easily stop me if I tried to run away.”

“Could I?”

You debated his question. While you were quite nimble, you’d be like a rat in a maze trying to find a way out of this god forsaken place.

“If I let you,” you reasoned, a tinge of humor behind your words.

He smiled, all warm and soft, full lips parting. The realization that you hadn’t seen him smile in years pummeled into your chest like a heavy hand stealing from your lungs. It made the sorrow that much more palpable.

“For the record, Zeke is more upset I didn’t ask permission. He’s hellbent on his authority.”

“So I’ve noticed.”

You also pinpointed something else of note, a picture glinting on his nightstand catching your attention.

It resembled the same one you’d seen on Zeke’s desk, only now you could make out the faces. Reiner didn’t pay you any mind as you reached for the framed memory, plucking it from its home, dust from the back of it staining your fingers.

A red booth housed five familiar faces, all grinning over half-drank pints of beer. Their arms were interlocked around each other’s shoulders, all the men young and handsome, Reiner and Bertholdt even more youthful than when they’d first walked through the doors of the Scout Office. Then there was Zeke seated next to Porco, the latter in that green jacket you’d seen him in earlier. But your eyes were set on a face you’d never thought you’d see again, a face that possessed the very recesses of your mind, only appearing late at night when you’d see it in corners, catch it lingering behind your eyelids. He was attractive, appeared personable, messy dark hair and distinct brow that matched the boy next to him.

“Reiner…” you whispered, still unmoving from your spot between the bed and the window pane, “who is this?”

He peered over his shoulder, any hint of a smile now vanished like etchings being erased from a page.

“You don’t recognize him?”

Him, a photo full of faces, and he knew who you were asking about. He’d probably stared too long at the ghost himself. You wondered if he ever placed the frame down at night to sleep better; you would have, if you’d killed someone you cared about.

“You know I do.”

Reiner held his hand out, long arm stretched across the back of the couch. You finally talked your feet into moving, shuffling across the hardwood as you placed the offending item into his upturned palm.

Then, you sat next to him, your knees bumping together as you tried to analyze the emotions stirring within. You couldn’t quite place any of them—Regret? Fear? Curiosity? Sadness? But they were quelled when Reiner placed his hand on your twitching thigh, pressing that anxiousness away for a moment.

“Marcel Galliard, Porco’s older brother.”

Your lips parted, both of your attentions centered on the souvenir held between you.

“It was his birthday, and we hadn’t had the chance to celebrate mine and Zeke’s yet either, so we all went out for drinks. I unfortunately don’t remember much from that night, but I remember being…happy, content.”

“Why’d you do it?” you asked it a little quickly, “why would you…save me, not him?”

“I told you, some things I don’t have a choice about.”

“But you—you could’ve said he killed me and got away, right? You did have a choice.”

You saw how his jaw clenched, muscles in his cheek flexing.

“I don’t know.” Agony lined his voice, the words soft, hushed.

That situation was something you both thought about far too often than you’d like to admit, a late-night mulling that never led to conversation.

“I’m sorry.” You took the photo away, placed it face down on the coffee table.

“Don’t be. We can’t change the past,” he said solemnly.

You could, however, lament it. Which is something you did perhaps too often.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Reiner wasn’t ready for what was to come. He knew he never would be, which is why he threw precaution to the wind and decided to lay his cards on the table now.

He had to pick a side. Even if these wars didn’t truly concern him, even if the fate of countries ultimately didn’t matter to his conscious, you did—you mattered, he mattered, and he had to start thinking about things on a smaller scale.

He wanted to go back to Paradis. He practically yearned to go back in time, to return to a place where being Eldian didn’t matter, where his status didn’t matter, where he could remake himself into something new. If it hadn’t been for his binds connecting him to Marley, he could’ve actually seen hope instead of sorrow on the horizon. He could never seem to cut the vines, could never actually get away from the people controlling his life.

But now, now he saw an out, and it was with you. When this cataclysm first happened, all he wanted was for you to be dead, for you to go away and leave him and his miseries alone to rot and wither. Being with you, however, reminded him of a life he could have. He just had to make it happen, he had to start molding his own clay, had to keep bearing the weight of the world like the weary Atlas until he could find a way to make it turn in his favor.

He was tired of wishing for death.

Which is why he had to bring you here and why he would handle the consequences that were waiting in the distance.

You might not be very helpful to Marley, but he could be of use to Paradis.

“I believe you,” he hadn’t noticed he was still touching you, fingers gripping onto your leg like a lifeline, “about Zeke. I believe you because I—we, Pieck, Annie, Bertie—we know he’s up to something beyond what he tells us and the generals. He is working with someone in Paradis. We don’t know who, but we do think we know what for.”

“Oh my god…oh my god. Why didn’t you—”

“You think I can just fucking say that when anyone could be outside my door listening?”

“I thought you said I wouldn’t like what you have to show me.”

He noticed how your shoulders relaxed, like you’d been holding in tension for far too long.

“That’s not…I have something else for you.”

He didn’t move just yet, not quite ready to actually set this all in motion.

This all hinged on you. As much as he hated to admit it, he knew you quite well; of course, that was the you of four years ago. The you he had next to him now was older, scarred, burdened, but he still felt that same magnetic pull to you that he could never explain. He was just a moon consigned to orbit you, to be connected to you even when neither of you desired the attachment.

He knew you were going to be upset, livid; his skin was already prickled at the thought of how you would possibly punch him if when you read what he had to give.

At least you always looked pretty when you were angry.

He could still remember how Jean had cowered undeath his desk when you’d stomped into the office after discovering he’d used the branch’s own money to play in a high-stakes poker game while undercover. He’d been fishing for information on the elites, found himself tipsy, and then found himself on the receiving end of your fury. The only thing that stopped your yelling was Erwin, who, for personal reasons, didn’t want any fuss made over government money being gambled away.

Erwin. He’d never cared for how close you were to him.

Reiner finally stood, expecting you to sit and wait, but you were following him like a shadow, small hand wrapped around his forearm as he moved to his computer. When he sat down, that hand moved up to his shoulder, your fingers squeezing into his muscle with encouragement. It didn’t really put him at ease.

He turned the desktop on, the monitor flashing to life. He typed in his password quickly, then went searching for that folder he’d kept hidden away so he’d never bother to look at it again.

“Hand me one of those,” he nodded his head in the direction of a small container of flash drives on the other side of his desk. You plucked one out of its resting spot and went ahead and placed it into the port on the computer. He knew you wouldn’t question why had so many on hand—you both knew how it all worked, you both kept important documents that had to be shuffled around digitally.

Familiar names lined the inside of the folder, ones he’d once tried to forget. He heard you suck in a quick breath and took a moment to look up at you. Your brow was set, tongue obviously caught between your teeth to keep yourself from saying anything.

This was his job. He was in charge of keeping tabs on The Scouts, he was the one who fed Marley all the information they could. Well, almost all of it.

“These are files I never gave over. They’re yours now. I never gave Marley everything they wanted I…I thought I was protecting you. There’s also a few files on Zeke that Pieck created in here, too.”

You both watched as he copied the folder over to the flash drive, one by one the names and dates slowly dropping into a new safe place for them.

He touched your waist, signaling you to step back. He rolled his chair out, ducking under the desk for a split moment to gather a box of the printed documents he had actually handed over; the action was a mistake.

You were leaned over him in an instant, hand clutching and moving the mouse so quickly it scraped against the desk. He attempted to reach up and stop you, but he paused—there were still bruises on your wrist, on your fingers, faded watercolors of surviving pain. He’d gripped your hand, your wrists, all day, why hadn’t you stopped him?

He already knew which file you opened; he didn’t need to look. But he did anyways, moving the crate to the side and sitting back in his chair, arms crossed across his chest. His poor heart felt like it was going to burst.

Marco Bott’s face filled part of the screen, all sweet and freckled like he remembered. Those kind eyes were looking straight at him, judging him. Reiner was just waiting, he knew what was said in there, he wrote it all, still recalled how puffy his eyes were when he did it, how much he regretted it.

There was a pregnant pause, one so heavy he felt like he was being crushed.

This all hinged on you. He needed you to help him, needed you to help you.

“I fucking knew it.”

He was already flinching, shrinking. He watched the screen scroll, the black letters and white spaces all a blur.

“Threat eliminated by gunfire, killed by organized crime members after…” you hesitated, eyes dancing as you reread the words, “after his gear was removed to ensure death.”

He was on his feet before you could hit him, backing away from your clenched fists, chair rolling to be forgotten in the corner.

“What. Did. You. Do?”

Each word came with a step toward him. He was running out of space, nearly tripping over the edge of the couch as you encroached upon him.

“What did you do?” Your voice was getting louder, pain written across your face like he’d just stabbed you. “You told me there was no fucking truth about Marco!”

“There isn’t! Marco’s dead, there’s no changing—”

“There’s no changing the past,” you mocked his words, venom dripping from your tongue.

━━━─── • ───━━━

Your blood was boiling, wrath itching between your fingers.

You were going to kill him. You were going to wind your fists around his neck and watch the life drain slowly from his eyes like he fucking deserved.

You couldn’t believe you’d let you guard down, that you’d started to trust him. You always knew something had gone awry the night Marco died. He’d been slaughtered, ransacked with bullet holes across his body. It was like he had been dropped into the line of fire, dangled out like a piece of meat to be eaten alive.

And he didn’t have his gear, that’s what stumped everyone looking into the mess of it all. It was like he had walked in unprepared, like a boy on a suicide mission walking straight to his death. Thirty-six bullets and even more empty, splattered holes littered had riddled his corpse. Jean had fallen to his knees. Connie didn’t speak for a week. Sasha didn’t eat for days.

Because of Reiner’s decision, that man suffered, you all mourned, and you felt like you most of all had let him down. Marco had been your protégé, you’d taught him everything he knew, and that was the first mission he was allowed to go on after his training. You’d been tailing a rather violent gang, found their hideout, and were infiltrating for arrests and to see what was inside. Marco had been paired with Reiner and Bertholdt to lead the first wave of infiltration, while you and the rest waited for the signal to rush the back doors to the run-down ranch not far out of the city of Trost. They’d been up ahead by the barn that was sandwiched between stables.

But your signal turned to sounds of gunfire. You could still hear it echoing in your ears as you approached Reiner. The sounds of metal clicking, of repeated blasts from automatic weapons ringing across the hillsides like single note windchimes in a raging storm.

“Tell me why.”

Your fingers were digging into his shirt before you could stop yourself, the threads of the worn Henley threatening to rip from your nails sinking into it. You could actually feel his heart beat against his chest, a frightened bird trying to flee his ribcage.

When he didn’t speak right away, your anger flared, made you shove him back against the wall with all your might. It made your arms hurt, like you’d just slammed your hands against brick, a sharp pain that made you hiss.

“He overheard us—”

“Overheard what?”

You could tell he was getting a little infuriated as well, nostrils flaring as he looked down his nose at you. It must look funny, you pressing him against the wall of his own apartment. Reiner was nearly twice your size—he was bigger than most people, and he towered over you like a looming threat.

“Let me fucking finish,” he took a deep breath, eyes nearly glazing over, “He overheard Bertie and I talking about how we should relay the details of that gang, of organized crime in general, to Marley. We—we hadn’t had time to talk alone since we’d been prepping that shit for days. We didn’t know Marco followed us around to that side of the rooftop.”

“That’s it? He heard you whispering little secrets and you killed him for it?”

One of the buttons near the neckline of his shirt popped as your knuckles dug deeper into the fabric.

“He literally heard us say that we needed to find a time to call General Magath of Marley. If he lived and told someone that—,” his breath caught for a moment when one of your nails started to pierce his skin, “it would have compromised our entire mission. We’d been there for three years, and he could’ve ruined it all.”

You were at your breaking point. You could feel that terrible heat that comes with sadness creeping up your neck, snaking around to your cheeks. If you weren’t careful, you were going to cry. All this time, all this time spent wondering why, and this was why he had to die?

Killing wasn’t unusual in your life. It was part of the job, something you’d unfortunately had to do on a few occasions. You knew those strangers who ate your bullets or your knife had families, that they were people too, but most of them were monsters, thieves, rapists, threats to the corrupted balance of the governmental structure. But Marco…he was like family, and finding his limp, almost unrecognizable body had sent even the most hardened veterans into despair. Levi took off from work the next day; the only time he had ever missed a day on the job.

“Tell me how!” You truly didn’t mean to scream it, but the emotions raging in your stomach, your chest, it all ached too much.

“Be quiet, I have neighbors—”

“I don’t give a fuck about your god damn neighbors, Reiner!”

He finally moved then, his once idle hand now jerking up to your face to fiercely hold your cheeks beneath his fingers. You tried to smack his hand away, your own fingers digging and tugging at his wrist.

“Letme-go!” Your words were jumbled, your open mouth allowing his fingers to press your cheeks in between your teeth.

“You have to be fucking quiet,” he hissed, a whole new light shining in his eyes, a familiar rage you had seen when you’d fought against him the day Paradis was invaded. The reality of how large he was sunk in again; he looked like a vengeful god peering down at you, all hot-blooded and incensed.

You thought for a moment he wouldn’t hurt you, but then you remembered he already had. He had the inclination to be just as cruel as you could be.

His fingers stayed firm against your cheeks, holding you like he was daring you to speak again.

“Tellmehow,” you managed to spit out, wincing when he took the leverage he had on your face and used it to shove you back. You stumbled, banging into the side of the couch as you rubbed at the sore flesh of your mouth.

But he was unmoving, back straight against the wall, a statue built on the foundation of wrath and agony, waiting to crack and fall onto you if you made the wrong move.

“We knew their guards were patrolling. Bertholdt covered his mouth while I stripped him of his equipment, of his guns, and I pushed him off the roof and into their sight.”

He said it so calmly that it made you sick. But that was a reality he had to live with every day, wasn’t it? He had to replay in his mind over and over again that he had done such a vile thing, he had to justify it else it would eat him alive.

Your tears were hot, but contained, your lashes blinking them aside as you just stared at him. You opened your mouth to scream at him, you were so ready to spew hatred and let it burn him, but he was quicker than you.

With one step, he was on you, your hair wrapped in his fast as he wrenched your head to the side, smarting your scalp to silence you.

“Marco’s dead, and I’m sorry for it. You fucking screaming will do nothing but have the assholes who live below me calling the authorities and you’ll find yourself in a much worse prison than before.”

You didn’t like how he was right. Still, you glared up at him, brows pinched together in pain.

It felt like you’d merged into him, those rapid hearts within your chests suddenly beating as one with the same suffering, the same torment. You both had to live with the poor reality of your lives; you were killers, you were monsters too.

You were too close to him, could smell the heat of his skin, could feel his breath against your sore cheeks. Your hands were flat against his chest, trapped between you, his arm an anchor as it tugged at the roots of your hair, keeping your face turned towards his.

You couldn’t help but look at him, there was nowhere else to focus, only on him. It was like you could see the pages of a book open across his face, wretchedness and anguish painted in broad strokes in the fair wrinkles around his eyes, in the curve of his brow. It was beauty and pain bleeding together, the amber color of his eyes swirling as he searched your own face like he was looking for something. What would he find hidden behind your own grief?

“I hate you,” you whispered, breath long gone.

“I know.”

“And I’ll never forgive you.”

It was like he was moving closer, the time you were losing now completely stopped, frozen between your bodies.

“Don’t want forgiveness,” he caught your whisper and gave it back, “just judgement.”

His lips met yours with a bruising fervor.

The hand in your hair flexed, pulled you closer, made you gasp as your hands slid up his chest. Your fingers found his rumbling throat, and in the back of your mind, you recalled how just moments ago you were waiting to snatch the life from his neck. You felt his pulse beating beneath your thumb, a war drum beating hot and fast in his veins. Your mouth was moving against his, eyes closed, suddenly greedy and hungry; for what, you didn’t know. All you did know was that this felt so wrong, like you’d taken a misstep and landed right into the lion’s lap, but that it also felt like absolution, like he was devouring your sins and taking them for his own.

Your mouth slanted for him, a hum resounding from both your throats as you fell into this new, strange rhythm. You’d thought about it before, kissing him like this, feeling those plush lips against yours, angry and hot and needy. You cherished the taste of him, like a dark, rich wine filling up your mouth, spilling over and enveloping your senses. Your tongue tempted him to open his lips, to let you in. There was no hesitation.

His other hand found your hip, fingers mean and pulling you impossibly closer. Your palms drifted up from his neck, found his face, thumbs smoothing over cheekbones. You could feel the soft hairs of his cheeks, his chin, sweeping against your skin. It all felt too good, like you were getting lost, delirium taking over. Nothing else mattered anymore, just the gratification of tasting his emotions, of taking his groans into your mouth and echoing them back. You pressed harder into him, kept your tongue tangled with his, noses brushing as you found new beats to your rhythm.

It was wicked, sinful, something your heart was pleading for and your mind screaming out against. But you couldn’t stop. You didn’t stop. It was as if you kissed for as long as you’d known each other. Every year passed by, every regret, every sharp turn of your tongues against one another, all the hurt and longing, placed into one moment of your bodies finding one another.

When the heat began to die, you were both still stroking the flames, deep, languid kisses turned into smaller presses of your lips against one another. It was intoxicating and you felt so drunk, so, so drunk off of him.

There was a stillness between you, like the gentle sigh and breaths of the world as it awoke to the morning sun when you finally stopped. A lulling peacefulness lingered in the wake of what you’d done.

His hands were still on your body, in your hair, looser now. Yours were still on his face when your eyes fluttered open.

“I’m sorry,” he murmured, lips plump, wet.

“I know.”

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hangovercurse · 4 years ago

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Loveless

Rook realizes he made a major mistake, but is it too late to win you back?

Rook Cappelletty x reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I wrote this while listening to Loveless by PVRIS

Word Count: 2439

You and Rook had been all over each other all night, as per usual. Ever since you’d met a few months ago, you had been attached at the hip. You couldn’t call what you were doing a relationship, because you’d never really talked about it, you were just kind of hooking up… exclusively. And making out at parties, and clubs, and anywhere else where you ended up together. Rook wasn’t exactly the settle down type, and everyone knew it, which was why everyone was shocked when he asked you to join the last leg of their tour with Young Thug.

You didn’t know what to make of it at the time, but you went with it, spending 2 weeks traveling with the crew and spending almost every waking second with Rook. It was a nice fairytale to live in for a little while, and you could almost convince yourself that maybe he harbored the same feelings for you that you felt for him.

You guys were out at a club in LA, celebrating the final show of the tour. Rook had his hands and lips on you almost all night, and you were loving every second of it. “Babe, I gotta pee.” You mumbled as his lips pressed sloppy kisses down your neck. He groaned, continuing his path. “I’ll only be gone for like 2 minutes.”

“Fine.” He stood back up, letting you go, “But hurry up, I’m gonna miss you.” You rolled your eyes, turning to walk towards the hallway when he grabbed your hand and spun you around. His lips moved against yours in a very hot kiss.

You smiled against his lips, reaching your hands to his chest, and gently pushing him away. “I’ll be right back.”

The line ended up being longer than you expected, though you shouldn’t have been surprised. 10 minutes after you left him, you returned to where your date had been standing, only to find him missing. You searched the room, only to find no sign of him anywhere. You did, however, spot the 6’4” lanky giant that was his best friend, so you made your way through the club to him. “Kells, have you seen Rook?” You yelled over the music.

Colson shrugged, looking over the crowd for the brown-haired boy. You saw his eyebrows furrow in confusion and he looked down at you. “It might be better if I tell you I didn’t see him.” Colson shouted back to you.

“What does that mean?” You asked, looking behind you and standing on your tiptoes. Your question was answered when you saw his tongue shoved down another girl’s throat. Suddenly your good mood faded, and your throat went dry. You fought the sting behind your eyes and sighed, turning back to Colson. “Never mind.”

He looked at you with pity in his eyes, “Y/N, I’m so sorry.”

You shrugged, “It’s whatever. I mean it’s not like we’re together.” You tried to hide the fact that you were dying inside.

“Right…” Colson trailed off, obviously not believing you.

“I’m gonna get going, I’ll see you later.” He nodded, pity still in his eyes. You squeezed through the crowd of people and finally got out the door. You ordered an uber while you leaned against the building, taking deep breaths to calm your racing heart. You couldn’t get the image of him with another girl out of your head. You felt so utterly stupid.

The next day you were laying on your couch, watching old TV shows on Netflix and trying to ignore the clawing in your heart. A knock on your door pulled you away from the TV, and you paused the episode. You weren’t expecting JP Cappelletty to be standing at your door, a smile on his face. “I’m bored.”

You tried your best not to scoff and roll your eyes, but the annoyance on your face was obvious. “I’m busy.”

His eyebrows furrowed, arm reaching to grab your waist. “What’s wrong, babe?”

You pushed his arm off of you, moving away from him. “Nothing. Don’t call me babe.” Your hand grabbed the edge of the door. “Look, J, I’m really busy right now.”

“Yeah, really looks like it.” He said, sarcastically, as he looked past you to see the TV. “Y/N what’s up?”

You let out an annoyed sigh as he took another step closer to you. “Why are you here?”

You saw the confusion in his eyes, “because I wanna hang out with you. We haven’t really gotten to be alone in like 2 months, we were on the tour bus whenever you were with us.” His hands reached to grab yours, but you pulled them towards your stomach and out of his reach.

You rolled your eyes, “we could’ve been alone last night but you were busy.” There was definitely venom in your voice, but Rook didn’t seem to understand why.

“Yeah, but I’m not busy right now.” He smiled, and you scoffed in disgust. “What?” He asked as if he couldn’t grasp why you were upset.

“Are you serious right now?” You asked, studying him as he shrugged. “Okay, JP. I need to know what I am to you, because I thought we were one thing but apparently I’ve got it all wrong.”

You really didn’t understand his confusion at the question, “We’re friends? I don’t know. I like messing around with you, I guess.”

You bit your tongue to hide the pained expression on your face. “God I’m such a fucking idiot.” You mumbled under your breath, walking away from him.

“Y/N, come on? You didn’t think this was a serious thing, did you?” He asked, as if you were the one in the wrong.

You turned to look at him, glaring at him. “You think I wouldn’t think this was serious? You brought me on tour for fuck’s sake, Rook! You don’t invite the person you’re screwing around with on tour if you’re not at least a little serious about it.”

“Y/N its really not that big of a deal.” His face was emotionless, and you were convinced that he had no emotions.

“Maybe not for you, Rook, but it was everything for me.” You were trying really hard not to cry.

He let out a dry laugh, shaking his head at your pathetic image. “You know I’m not like that, I don’t do the whole commitment thing.”

“Yeah, clearly.” You ran a hand through your hair. “Just get out.”

“What? Why?”

“Because, you asshole, I fell in love with you and you couldn’t give two shits. I’m done. Go fuck around with someone else.” You pushed him towards the door, tears starting to fall down your face. You felt utterly humiliated.

Rook stood in the doorway, studying you. “What did you think was gonna happen? You’d change me? I was gonna just magically fall in love with you? You’re smarter than that.”

You glared at him, watching as he walked away, closing the door behind him.

A month and a half later you found yourself at a house party thrown by none other than Machine Gun Kelly himself. Even though you hadn’t spoken to Rook, Colson had checked in on you every so often, making sure you were okay.

And you were, surprisingly. You realized that it was probably for the best that you had cut ties with Rook, even if it hurt. You could finally move on with your life and find someone who actually wanted you and only you. It’s a lot easier said than done.

But when Kells invites you to a party, you can’t exactly turn him down. So, there you were, standing in his living room with a drink in your hand talking to a guy you’d just met. He seemed pretty cool, and he wasn’t Rook, so you figured you’d see where it went.

It was going nowhere, but once you felt Rook’s eyes on you, you faked interest in the man, if only to get his attention off of you. You were an hour deep into a conversation at this point, and your glass was empty. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” It was almost like he read your mind. “I’ll grab you another, if you want.”

You nodded, “thanks.” He made his way to the bar, leaving you alone in the middle of the crowded room. Not 3 seconds after he left was he replaced with your ex-fling.

“Y/N, I didn’t know you were gonna be here.” He looked you up and down, taking in every detail of your all too familiar body.

You flashed him an uncomfortable smile, “yeah, Kells invited me.”

“Who’s the guy?” He asked and you rolled your eyes.

“No offense, Rook, but fuck off.” You sighed.

He furrowed his eyebrows. “It was an innocent question, fuck.” You let out a dry, angry, laugh. “Seriously, I was just asking.”

“It’s none of your business anymore.” You really wished you had a drink in your hand right now.

Rook’s face fell, and you almost dropped your cold façade. “I know, I just. I miss you.”

And it came back up again. “You don’t get to miss me. You never wanted me in the first place.” A few weeks ago, you could never had said everything you’d been thinking since that day, but now you realized just how fucked up what he had done was.

“That’s not true.” He muttered, a serious expression on his face.

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head. “Look, it was fun, but I’m over it, I’m over you. You could never give me what I need, anyways.”

You started to turn to walk towards the bar, wanting your drink, but he grabbed your wrist softly. “I did want you. I do want you. I didn’t realize it then because I’m an idiot, but I think I love you.”

You shook your wrist out of his grasp, blowing a quick breath out of your nose. “No, you don’t. Rook, you don’t know how to love.”

“I can learn, I will learn. For you. I’m gonna be better, I swear.”

“You don’t have the capacity to love anyone but yourself. You’re a loveless person.”

Satisfied with that, you turned and left him standing there, gazing after you with a lost look in his eyes.

You realized as soon as you walked away that you didn’t really mean what you said. Truthfully, you were still hurting, and seeing him made it worse. But you couldn’t apologize. You needed him to think you really felt that way, so he wouldn’t chase after you.

That plan didn’t work, which was apparent when JP showed up at your door, a bouquet of flowers in his hand and a butterfly squishmallow.

“I know I majorly fucked things up with you and you have every right to never want to see me again. But I’m not giving up on you. You are the only girl I’ve ever felt this way about. Like, seriously, you make me wanna settle down and be a better person, and I realized last night that I might never feel this again.” He had a whole speech and everything, and you could tell he put a lot of thought into this.

“Come in,” you whispered, leading him inside your house. You pulled out a vase to set the flowers in, placing them in the center of your small living room. You then grabbed his hand and pulled him to sit on your couch, the stuffed animal still in his arms.

“Y/N, I really meant it when I said I’m in love with you.” His voice was soft and he could barely meet your eyes. He was really nervous.

You bit your bottom lip, smiling. “You really planned this out, huh?”

He chuckled, looking down at the small butterfly in his hand and then placing it in your lap. “Yeah. I heard you and Ashleigh talking about these things a while ago. Kinda have had it for a while, but I was scared you would think it’s stupid.”

“It’s not stupid, it’s sweet.” You tilted your head, admiring him.

“You would not believe the stares I got when I was buying this. It was like no one had ever seen a guy with tattoos buying a stuffed animal before.” He chuckled, finally looking up to meet your eyes. “But it was worth it.”

You blushed, you two were quiet for a moment as you tried to sort out your thoughts. “I was really hurt.” You whispered, “when you said that we weren’t serious. And it’s not your fault, I just misread things, but I couldn’t be around you after that.”

He nodded, “It is my fault, though. You were right, people don’t bring other people on tour if they’re not serious about them. I led you on, and you had every right to kick me out.” You let out a soft sigh, relieved he was admitting some responsibility. “But I realized that I was so much better when I was around you, once I couldn’t be around you anymore.”

“I just wish it didn’t take me kicking you out for you to realize that.” You looked down at the blue plushie in your hands.

He was quiet for a while, studying you. “You can flip it inside out and it becomes a different animal.”

You chuckled, “yeah, it becomes an axolotl.”

He nodded, a smile on his face. “You’re amazing, you know that?”

His statement brought a blush to your cheeks. “Shut up.” You giggled, reaching up to push his chest lightly. He grabbed your hand and intertwined your fingers.

“I’m serious. You’re literally perfect.” He pulled you closer to him, leaning towards you so your faces were inches apart. “I never thought I would feel this way about anyone, but I am really, really in love with you.”

You took in a small breath at his words, processing them before you leaned closer to him, closing the gap between you. His lips moved effortlessly against yours, the hand not holding yours reaching up to lightly touch your jaw. When you finally pulled away, you rested your nose against his. “I’m really, really in love with you, too.” You whispered, a smile on your face.

He leaned forward to capture your lips in his again, both of you smiling into each other. “Just because I forgive you doesn’t mean you’re done making this up to me.” You giggled.

“No? And what else could I do to make this better, princess?” He whispered; sarcasm laced in his voice.

“I could think of a few things…” You trailed off, a giggle leaving your lips.

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dreamii-yume · 4 years ago

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Since we know that canonically Rook is indeed a stalker.(and has the pics to prove it) Do you think he would watch his Darling...........*cough* masturbate? *cough*

The way your form looks from afar, writhing on your bed as your fingers busies themselves by playing with your own cunt is simply a marvelous sight to take in! A naughty girl, not even bothering to close the curtains, practically asking him to gawk at you. Rook is not complaining nevertheless, even if the sheets were closed, he’d still find ways to take in your beauty especially at this state. Like he always do. Still, to think that this’ll be the gift that he’ll have the pleasure of receiving from you, this could certainly be the best birthday he’d ever have!

Your face is flushed as a rose, eyes closed with tears dripping over your long eyelashes, and moans you try to hold back as you bit into your hitched up shirt. Aah, how blessed was he to be able to experience such precious moment? His ears could qualify for a great wonder, he can hear your luscious moans and groans, overwhelming with pleasure. It makes his own body feel all hot inside, most notably the squelching sound your little weeping hole makes every time you would bury your fingers deep inside. His pants tightened in anticipation but non, he must resist the torturous urge to touch himself, this fine show that you were giving is a masterpiece, truly something that will be considered a crime for merely blinking his eyes close.

...He can hear those too, you know? The names you’re calling out loud in such a seductive tone, hungry for just about anyone at this point. Rook heard his name once, which almost sent his instincts into overdrive, mistaking such lewd tone into a sweet melody. But alas, though he wishes that it was just his name that you were moaning out for, then came in the next names to replace his, all familiar in memory. Don’t worry, he doesn’t exactly dislike it at all, non, this...lascivious side of yours is also beauty in itself.

Then came in the final act of your performance, Rook’s favorite part as he could hear you getting louder and more agrressive to yourself. Your eyes rolling back with how rough you were being with your own pussy, all impure thoughts that have been running in your head must’ve been let loose. You were determine to abuse even your own just to bring yourself into a satisfying conclusion, that was the part that Rook loves about you the most, the dedication.

He bit his bottom lip in anticipation, his observant eyes eager to see what you will become from his point of view beyond your windows. Rook could feel his own cheeks heating up in pleasure, a chuckle escapes him as he realized that he was actually using his everything to resist the urge to just burst in inside your room, to finish your job long before you could. You were amazing, he thought, you weren’t aware of his presence and yet, you hold the ability to make him feel this way. To make him feel this...excited. It’s simply something that can’t be put into proper words.

Rook’s grip on a tree bark had gotten tighter the moment that he heard you let out a high pitched voice, signalling your inevitable climax. His breath hitched for a second as he saw you widened your hole to give way for your dazzling juices to be put on a display, it was like he was watching a work of art. Your body spasm at the intensity of your orgasm, fingers circling your little sensitive bud to motivate your body to let everything out. It was far too beautiful for Rook to see that he doesn’t feel all too worthy of seeing it, almost to the point of bringing him into tears.

What a performance, a beautiful representation of pureness and impureness merging as one. Rook gulped down his excitement as he finally found the will to move after a long time. With something as maginificent as that, how do you expect him to just walk away? He must pay your credits for a job well done, this new-found admiration and respect for someone shall not go unnoticed. It was beauty that Rook seeks in this world and without it, everything else is meaningless.

That’s why, he can’t just turn a blind eye into all of this. It was beauty that you have provided, therefore, allow him to give you his thanks.

You settled down after a few seconds, chest heaving up and down as you slowly pulled your fingers, slicked with your nectar out of your core. You winced at the remaining sensitivity that left you, mind feeling a little light-headed with what you just done. You felt dirty and satisfied at the same time, but didn’t really bring yourself to care any more than that. You were about to close your eyes, finally exhausted enough to call it a night when suddenly, you felt another pair of hands engulfing your own, it was colder than air.

“Non. I would prefer it if you shouldn’t fall asleep so quickly just yet, mon chére fleur.” You looked down with widened eyes to see the Vice Dorm Leader of Pomefiore himself, Rook Hunt on the edge of your bed, entertwining his fingers to your slick ones. “Your beauty can be compared to the fairest one of all, but you still yet to declare your role as a princess.”

It took you a while to actually react, gasping immediately and was about to scream loud when Rook pulled you so abruptly. He was quick to slam his lips over yours, enough to silence you with shock. The kiss was for Rook himself to indulge in, savoring your taste until the very end as he pulled away to see your adorable reactions. “Pardon...I didn’t mean to startle you like this, but I just couldn’t help myself.” He was lying, to see you this shock and speechless was something Rook had definitely intended. “I was just so captivated by the show you put on for me that I need to personally pay you my respects.”

“Eh...?” You barely croaked out, still trying to process where this man came out. You didn’t even hear any door or window creak open in this battered dorm, let alone the sounds of his footsteps! His presence had been completely erased until he took hold of your hand too, just what was going on here!? However, Rook could only smirk at your bewilderment, bringing your hand close to his lips, the same hands that you used to play yourself with. You quickly heated up in embarrassment and tried to pull yourself away but he kept a gentle yet strong grip, further increasing your panic as he went and lick your fingers one by one. “Eek...! No, d-don’t do that...!”

“Mm, délicieux...You taste as fine as I imagined you to be...!” Rook moaned out, leaning closer as you could only stare at the lovesick expression in his eyes with anxiousness. You flinched as he brought your hand down this time, your breath hitching up as he stopped dangerously close to that concerning bulge on his pants. Your eyes shifts between his face and your hand, not really sure if what he wants is what you think he wants.

“Aah...Can you feel it? My excitement?” You gulped, cold sweat dripping down your forehead rather ominously, but it only encouraged Rook’s smile to widen. He leaned towards your ear, his voice soft yet hypnotizing, irking you to do something that you were sure you’ll never forgive yourself for. “It’s calling out for you, mon chére.”

“This may be what you call ‘audience participation’ of some sort?” Rook chuckled as he began unzip his pants. When he saw how pale you look, that cold sweat was basically glistening against your skin, he pulled out an expression that resembles a puppy. Something that he knew would definitely tug on your heartstrings. “I know it’s a bit sudden and I dread of the thought of making you feel this way, but would you forgive me just this once?

Now, he was using guilt against you. He’s good at acting and is putting out a really convincing act and maybe if you weren’t aware of how he really is, you could’ve believed him. Still, it’s scary to think that it’s somehow working, despite knowing that it’s all an act. “In a few hours, my special day would be over and I have yet to wait another year for the next.” He was right, though it was an act, what he was saying was true. Maybe that was the fact that was working out for you. “Therefore, don’t you think we’d be allowed to sin just this once?”

Then, comes back his smirk, simultaneously startling you as he pulled you quite roughly, disrupting your balance. Coincidentally, or deliberately perhaps, your face landed between his legs. You widened your eyes as he got his cock out, standing tall and inches away from your face which froze you on the spot. Your breath hitched as you realized how unexpectedly huge he was, it wasn’t just in your angle either, you don’t think he was going to fit in any of your holes without hurting like hell.

“...After all...” You squeaked as you felt his hand on your bare ass, snaking it’s way to your cunt, still wet from earlier. “You, yourself was committing such an act too from earlier, weren’t you? So naughty, even moaning out other guys’ name despite not even being your special day.”

You flushed red at what he said, embarrassed that he even documented what you have said and done before. It was adorable in Rook’s eyes, earning you another chuckle. “Don’t worry, I’m not mad at all. It was still a good show regardless. Though this time, would it be too much if I were to be the only one in your mind tonight?” He guided your hands towards his erection, moaning slightly as you clasped your fingers around him. “Aah~ Trés bien...! Just your soft fingers alone is enough to send pleasure through my system! Boutén!” He moaned as you glanced up at him with confused and slightly disturbed eyes, wondering how easily sensitive he was.

Still, you felt his fingers moved to play with your folds, startling you to move in your spot, grasping his cock tight. Rook chuckled as he looked down at you, feeling as if he just discovered a new function in a toy. You, however, couldn’t help but close your eyes in embarrassment, glancing slightly at your senior, who was eagerly waiting for your next move. His fingers had barely entered your pussy, and somehow, that alone felt better than how you did in your own. You can’t help but be frustrated, he was definitely using your own pleasure to use against his own, a reward system of some sort.

You give out a breathy sigh, finally sucking up your pride and going closer to his dick. His words from earlier carried a point. For now, maybe it wouldn’t hurt to entertain him for a while.

...Or whatever that means.

It’s surprisingly really fun to write for Rook since he’s already like...lowkey yandere in the game lol Aah, I just wish we know more things about him! ( ；∀；) He’s really careful to not reveal anything about his past lol

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere #yandere rook hunt #rook hunt #Birthday Crumbs

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alice-angel12x · 4 years ago

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Tokyo ghoul x Twisted wonderland

Rook hunt x ghoul reader

"Y/n senpai, I've noticed something. I never see you eat anything, but drown in coffee. Why is that?" Epel asked his 2nd year senior.

"Well, I'm dieting and I'm trying to hold back on some things, and I really like Coffee," Y/n smiled as they took a sip of their hot coffee.

"How do you even get away with that with Vil?!" Epel gasped.

"What Vil doesn't know can't hurt him. Plus he should worry about those who actually want his help," Y/n said as they took another sip of coffee.

"Evening my Roi de la nuit," Rook greeted as he sat next to Y/n suddenly, as he pulled them close by the waist.

"Ughh, Hello Rook," Y/n sighed.

"Rook senpai, g-good Evening. I didn't know you were very friendly with Y/n senpai," Epel said.

"A little too friendly," Y/n said as they tried to move away from Rook.

"Oh, why must you be so cruel, my Roi de la nuit?" Rook said dramatically.

But Rook had an Iron hold on Y/n's waist, so Y/n sat as they watched Rook and Epel finish up their dinner. As they sat in the Dorms dinning area when Vil entered the room, looking for Epel. As he scanned the room his eyes landed on Y/n, he glared at them as he quickly walked in and dragged Epel away.

"I've over stayed my social welcome, I'm going back to my room," Y/n sighed as they stood up, and headed down the hall to the Sleeping quarters.

As they felt Rook could hear the quiet rumbles of Y/n' s stomach. In Y/n' s room they tossed in pain as their Stomach grumbled and grained for a proper meal, just some Human flesh. Yet that though sickened them as they tried to ignore the pain, putting off the hunt for as long as possible.

Rook hummed to himself as he held a pheasant he hunted by his side. Some off the new Dorm members were slightly disgusted by the animal carcass Rook was bringing into the Dorm. While the Older ones didn't even bat and eyelash. As Rook continued down the hall with his signature smile, he was stopped as he passed a miffed Vil.

"Still feeding that monster," Vil glared at the dead animal.

"What are you talking about?" Rook asked innocently, not even turning to Vil.

" Don't play Coy with me, I know what that "friend" of yours really is," Vil growled, " Their a ghoul."

"Vil, don't make such baseless accusations," Rook said.

"I've read about them once, they are dangerous beasts that feed on humans and beastmen alike. They were hunted down all over the kingdoms, and know days only remain in The Afterglow Savanna," Vil said.

"So knowledgeable as ever, beautiful Vil," Rook smiled, still not turning to look at him.

"Is it true that people in the Afterglow hunt those creatures for sport, and as a right of passage for warriors?" Vil asked.

"Umm, yes. Your point?" Rook asked as his grip tightened.

"Why haven't you gotten rid of them, and instead put all our Dormmates and school in danger?" Vil asked.

"They aren't-"

"They need to feed on human flesh, and they haven't eaten in a long while. Its only a matter of time before they snap and eat someone. Or is the lives of a few people don't matter," Vil glared.

"That won't happen, well good night Vil," Rook said through a strained smile.

He continued on his way till he reached Y/n's room, and quickly letting himself in. Only to see Y/n curled on their bed holding their stomach in pain.

"Roi de la nuit ! Hold on I'm here. With food too," Rook smiled as he tried to comfort Y/n.

Y/n's eyes turned black with red irises as they devoured the pheasant in an instant. But it did little to make them feel better, as their Stomach demanded its main sustenance.

"Rook, you need to leave, Now!" Y/n begged.

"You need proper food, let me help," Rook offered.

"No, I don't want to hurt anyone," Y/n sobbed.

"I know, but this isn't the first time, and I know it needs to be done," Rook said as he revealed his left shoulder.

It was covered in past bit marks. Y/n slowly turned to see Rook offering his shoulder, but before they could think their body moved on it's own. Y/n quickly bit down on Rook's shoulder, their teeth sinking into the skin and drawing blood. Rook winced at the pain, but kept composure as he stroked Y/n's hair gently and hold them close.

"Wake up Y/n, you are stronger than this," he whispered lovingly.

Y/n's body froze as they slowly took control as tears slowly ran down heir cheeks.

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"You shouldn't have done that," Y/n sniffled as they wrapped Rook's bitten shoulder.

"Well know your hunger has been settled for a little while. So I don't mind," Rook winced.

"Your insane you know that," Y/n sighed.

Rook slowly leaned toward and his lover and gently kissed their cheek.

"I guess I am Insensé for you, my Roi de la nuit," Rook smiled as he pulled them down to lay next to him.

As the two laid is silence, a question slowly came to the front of Y/n's mind.

"Why are you even protecting me? Like Vil said, I am a monster," Y/n mumbled into Rooks chest.

Rook remained silent for awhile as he gently held Y/n' s hand.

"Remember when we first meet?" Rook asked, " Back in the After Savanna."

"Yeah, we were about 11," Y/n said.

"Around that time my father wanted to prove his skills and be granted the title of master hunter. In order to get that was to hunt down a Ghoul. To hunt down our predator, and like a Garçon insensé I followed him out in the danger zone," Rook sighed.

"Oh yeah, I remember. The lone boy who only had his bow and arrows by his side," Y/n chuckled slightly.

"You spared me that day, you could have killed me. But you protected me from the others," Rook said.

"I still attacked you and bit you. I could have killed you," Y/n argued.

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A young Rook Hunt stared up in horror at the young figure on top of him. They looked slightly younger than himself, but he couldn't be sure with the mask covering his attackers face.

All he could see was the Red crimson irises staring down at him through the Eye holes of the mask. Rook tried to wrestle the young ghoul off him, but red tendrils sprouted from their back to hold him down.

"I'm so sorry," they whispered as they bit down on Rooks shoulder.

Rook cried out in pain, but soon the figure released him and quickly stood up. Rook sat up and backed away for the young ghoul, but as he looked back at his attackers eyes. He didn't see a blood thirsty monster, but someone just as scared. They slow removed their mask, revealing their tearful face.

"Get out of here, and don't come back," They figure said as they ran off into the savanna.

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"True, but you didn't, I could see it in your eyes, even if your mask hide your beauty at first," Rook said.

"After that you proceed to stalk me for the next 3 years," Y/n groaned as they thought back.

" Je ne aurais jamais, I was simply observing you. Why must you be so cruel with your words," Rook said dramatically.

"Then when you revealed yourself to me, you presented me with roses and "serenaded" me with a very long and flowery poem," Y/n sighed in embarrassment as their face turned red from embarrassment.

"Fufufu, your face was so red. You were so beautiful," Rook sighed with a smile.

"I am not beautiful," Y/n mumbled.

"Ne dis pas ça, your a mysterious and dangerous beauty," Rook said as he kissed Y/n's forehead," And I'll protect you. From those who wish to harm you, and from the monster within you."

Suddenly their was a crash and screams could be heard outside. Rook and Y/n quickly sat up as Rook quickly grabbed his Bow and Arrows. Just as he was about to run out of the room, he turned to Y/n.

"Reste ici (stay here)," Rook said as he quickly ran out.

But as they sat in the room they could smell the blood as the sound of thrashing continued. Y/n turned to their nightstand and hesitantly pulled out their mask; hiding it inside their clothes. They ran down the hall too see it was a ghoul attack. The Ghoul had a plague doctor mask, who had taken a large bit out of an unfortunate Pomeifore dorm member. Epel was frozen in fear as he tried to help the attacked student, Rook and Vil were trying to take down the rampaging Ghoul.

The two managed to chase the ghoul out of the dorm, but the School was already on alert as the staff, a few dorm leaders, and some vice leaders try to trap the creature. Y/n, with their mask set on their face quickly tracked down the invader and stood proud and tall as they stared them down on main street.

"Who are you? Where did you come from?!" Y/n shouted.

"This is my turf," he said simply as he charged Y/n.

The battle between the ghouls were violent and bloody, as blows and bites were received on both parties.

As the battle raged it brought the attention of the staff and students as they came rushing to see two ghouls fighting each other. They watched in horror as the staff and Headmatser quickly arrived. He was horrified to see not only that two ghouls had gotten into the school, but one of them were a student.

Rook could only watch in horror as his lover and friend continue to be bloodied and bitten. Y/N continued to fight till they finally get had landed a killing blow to the chest of the intruder ghoul.

Y/n refused to turn around as they could feel the hatful and disgusted glares staring down on them. They already knew that they were reading their magic pens, raised and aimed at them.

"Who ever you are foul creature, surrender immediately," Crowley demanded.

"It would be wise that you surrender, it was foolish of you to think that you could sneak into our school as a student," Crewel sneered, " if you come quietly, we'll give a quick and painless death."

"Je ne veux pas mourir.(I don't want to die)," Y/n said in shaky amateur French.

"fuyez...loin..dans un endroit sûr. ( Run away... Far Away... somewhere safe)," Rook said slowly.

The other students and staff were to busy worrying about the ghoul the didn't realize That the ghoul and Rook were having a conversation.

"Je te trouverai partout où tu iras. (I'll find you wherever you go)," Rook said quietly.

Y/n nodded as he quickly pulled out their own and summoned a mist, clouding the students view. With the opening Y/n quickly ran into the night.

#tokyo ghoul #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #rook hunt #rook x reader #crossover

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