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So, on Twisted Wonderland, right, you get a login bonus and a message from one of the characters on your birthday.. Well, when I logged in today, I got a message from Vil, the QUEEN himself. (How did I know his gift was gonna be skincare products 😌 {which fits because that's what I asked for for my birthday})... Anyway, Vil's fantastic ✨ and all, but I'm greedy and I wanted a birthday message from all the students + Grim, so I went through them all and when I got to this man....!

Has anyone actually told him that this is not an otome game?? (Let's be real 🫣) Because there ain't no way Mr. Hunt was meaning THAT platonically.... Ugh, I hate him..

(No I don't. I love my unrealistically fancy, romantic stalking Frenchman.)

Whoever made this, I want to thank you for living every day. I want to give you hugs as big as the ones you drew above. I love you. ❤❤❤

"Take the hand reflected in the mirror, if your heart bids it. Take care to never let go of that hand."

So, uh.... Does the student we choose first play some role in the game later on? (Obviously, I know they're the first one set to the home screen) I mean, like, why should we never let go of that hand? What if we do? What if our hand is sweaty so we wipe our palms off? Will the student we chose be torn away from us?

Does the student we choose have an impact at all? If not, why word that phrase that way? Why make it sound so ominous and desperate and dangerous?

I'd love to find out. Does anyone else have any thoughts on this?? Please lmk!

Bouquet for Monsieur Rook!

50.) Lavender - Love at First Sight, 12.) Moonflower - Dreaming of Love and 26.) Lily of the Valley - Good Luck

‎‧₊🦋˚✧A Bouquet for you My dear✧˚🦋₊‧| Pt. 6 | Flower love for you, my love

Characters: Rook Hunt

Summary: Sending Rook Hunt Lavender, Moon Flower, and Lily of the Valley

Warnings: Just pure fluff

Taglist: @nightshade-clown, @lucid-stories

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Rook was walking through the Pomefiore dorm, looking for Vil amongst the busy dorm members. He kept looking for Vil, but all he was able to see was a familiar periwinkle haired boy running up to him. His eyes followed Epel as his figure came closer and closer. His eyes went further to see Epel holding a gorgeous vase full of flowers. Rook felt so much excitement seeing the arrangement. 

“My Epel! Who are these for?”

Epel turned his face up to look at Rook. He felt kind of intimidated under his upper classman’s gaze. He held the vase out to Rook, hinting to him to take it. The blond gently took the vase from Epel, his eyes sparkling at each flower that had bloomed perfectly. Rook looked at Epel, still awaiting the answer to his question.

“They’re for you Rook.”

Epel pointed to the small tag that had a note attached. Rook looked at it and brought one hand to turn it so he could read it. His eyes widen when he saw who send him the arrangement. He smiled brightly and could only imagine the person that sent them. He read the tag out loud his tone was so excited. 

“To Rook, from Y/n. Oh, how lovely! Y/n really has an eye for flower arrangements!”

Rook took the vase to his room, seeing as it would be a better idea to read the note in his room. He detached the letter and opened it ever so delicately. He had this stupid smile on his face, one that couldn’t be removed at the thought of you sending him something this beautiful. He found even more beauty in the words inside your letter. His eyes were full of love the more he read the letter. 

Lavender: Love at First Sight 

When I first saw you in the halls, my heart skipped a beat. I wanted to talk to you more, and when you approached me, I thought the universe had heard my wish. I was so flustered, I didn’t expect you to be talking to me. You are so extraordinary and the more we talked, the more I felt myself falling in love with you. I can’t express how much I have fallen for you, and our first encounter was enchanting. It plays in my mind over and over again. I can’t stop thinking about you and how you smiled at me.

Moonflower: Dreaming of Love 

Ever since I first saw you, my mind was only ever on you. Your smile, your hair, and just everything about you have been stuck in my head. I love you so much, and I’ve only ever been dreaming of being with you. My days and nights are filled with dreams of being with you. Nothing can bring me out of the daydreams of you, and it distracts me so much. But I don’t mind the distractions, since they leave me so happy and flustered. I’m kicking my feet and smiling all silly like while I’m writing this to you. I never want to stop thinking of you.

Lily of the Valley: Good luck

I wanted to say good luck with everything! From school, to vice house warden duties, to anything else you are pursuing. I hope you know I’ll be your biggest supporter in whatever you’re doing because I just adore you. I want to bring you luck and help you with everything. Even if you might not need it, I just want to be with you and help you. You’re amazing and deserve luck and all the good things in life. I hope you don’t mind me wanting to support and help you, but I want you to know you can always count on me.

— Your love, Y/n

He was touched by your words, and a soft smile graced his lips. He didn't expect you to be so straightforward with your feelings like this. And the beautiful flowers were what added the fuzzy feelings he had in his heart. The next day he shot an arrow with a letter attached into your bedroom, probably not the best idea since now your window is shattered. The letter had not only response to your gift but his truest feelings within.

Do not repost or translate without my explicit permission! Reblogs are welcome!

The Pomefiore chapter is gonna drop soon, and i’m waiting for some Rook content, honestly this man is just ugh, i love him so much 😫👊❤❤

Idk if you open your reqs, if you felt comfortable then could you write "How to win a hear of" for Rook please? You could ignore it if you felt uncomfortable though.

How to win a heart of Rook Hunt?

1. Be.

Blink, blink. Inhale. Exhale.

...

You can't really prove anything, but you are sure that the clock that hangs above Train's desk is broken. Its hands are still staying in the same place, but when you doze off and check the time again, they seem to stay in the same place, if not going backwards.

You can't recognize any words from Train's monotone speech. Whenever he raises his tone, socking some poor student who sits at the front desk, is the only time you look up from your doodles scribbled on the cover of your notebook. They were getting more swirled with each minute; since this class, among the quick sketches Lucius, there appeared a weird-looking elephant in question and some fancy cake. Though, there is still a space for another decoration on the icing.

Luckily, Trein doesn't overlook class notes.

…

You muffle your yawn discreetly by covering your mouth.

After that, the sleepy and dull atmosphere should have just continued.

But no. There is some tension on your arms as if your body reacted by instinct, the one that turns on when you feel like you're in an unknown zone, carefully trying to make your way out of that internal Tierra Incognita.

And there it is. That irresistible impression of being observed, which brings an overwhelming feeling; almost suffocating and sticking to every part of your body, but warm, as if filled with adoration and joy.

...You will have to judge yourself if having such an admirer is a good thing. Especially if the admirer is Rook Hunt himself.

2. Lie.

"Could you stop that?" you ask aloud. "Rook Hunt."

To be completely honest with yourself, you aren't sure if he's around. In those few days, you almost got used to the gaze that follows you like an animal who is curious about a new human being, you. But also, you could never forget how each wild animal would effortlessly take you down.

From behind you, bushes don't rustle, when Rook Hunt steps in. You turn around to see him with a bright smile on his face. He seems very proud of something, and for the first time, you are sure that he was the one who followed you for days.

He stands in front of you as his gaze caresses every part of your body. He doesn't seem uncomfortable with open starring, but your arms stiffen a little.

"My, what a surprise!" He says after his eyes land on your face. You already know that he is the type of guy who never averts his gaze when talking to someone, but at first, that gesture is slightly intimidating. "Never have I supposed that you could actually spot me, Trickster-san!"

"So it was you?" The question arises before you can think of a better answer. Rook gives you a smile anyway. "Oh, well... Now that you're here, I can complain to you personally."You take a big breath. "Stop following me. I feel uncomfortable when I know that I can't relax anywhere."

"Oh, ma faute! I severely underestimated your observation skills...! However, I never noticed you feeling any negative emotion other than awkwardness when you spotted me. I think you smiled more." At this thought, or to visualize you the situation, his corners of mouth quirk up. "I am dazzled by you and I feel like I wouldn't be wrong if I guessed that you were happy with that attention. Didn't you like it?"

And there comes that lie, that contradicts the whole truth you have acknowledged by last week.

"No."

3. Show that you're willing to talk to him.

Your gaze lands on his silhouette, as he with the charm of every Pomefiore student, takes notes. He always seems upbeat, wanting to agree and conclude with the teacher's every word, but listens in silence.

There is no power in you to tear away your gaze. Again, for the third time in this lesson.

"I went crazy!" You think to yourself as the ring of long-desired bell fills the hallway and students leave their classes. "Did I guilt-trip myself or something, to think about him that much AFTER I missed a chance to befriend him?"

As you glance from your desk, you notice how Rook already left the class. Although you knew it will be really hard to find him now, after classes ended and bumping into each other is almost impossible, you quickly threw your books into the bag and run out the door.

...

Never have you known that Rook could that skillfully blend into the background.

Of course, you heard rumours. His posture, the way he entered classes and actively participated on each topic always gleamed with agility and grace. And mysteriously, he always knew you were looking at him. Back then, the smile never left his face.

Gravel rattled under your feet and you knocked a few pebbles away with your foot. After twenty minutes of searching, you weren't convinced that your childhood hide-and-seek talent was really as impeccable as you thought it would be. Rook Hunt wasn't hiding behind any of the bushes you passed.

He was above you.

Perched on a tall but sturdy branch, he can't help but stare at your distant figure littering the outside of the NRC. His eyes sparkle when you accidentally—or maybe not? Maybe these were those childhood skills—you lift your head up, and your gaze immediately lands on Rook's purple uniform.

"Looking for me?" He speaks in his melodic voice, smooth and clear as honey. "Moi, I am truly honoured!" His smile changes. It's hard to tell from the distance, but instead of his usual smile, there is now something resembling a smirk. "Perhaps I caught your attention~?"

4. Become a hunter

And by “hunter” there is no meaning of graduating NRC and travelling around the world to chase after animals of exotic species. No, the type of hunter that Rook needs and desires is a person who would challenge him and play with him a little.

The rule of the game is simple; find others' weaknesses first.

It isn't a friendly competition but isn't the enemy one either. It's a competition between rivals who don't want the duel in the end.

The rook may be awfully good at this game, but you will be a better target. Uncatchable. You hope so.

...

"I'd like to stop our little game," a familiar voice greets you as you open the door to the corridor from your room. Making way for you, he takes a step back with the grace of a dancer rather than a student or hunter.

You look at him in surprise. It takes you a moment to process his words and come up with an answer. "Huh. Are you changing your... 'target'?"

You can't hide the disappointment in your voice, and it echoes so loudly that you surprise yourself. The unexpected mix of feelings on your face makes Rook chuckle elegantly.

"Oh, no, no! After making a reconnaissance among most of your community circles, would you like to know what I found? Saying it works rather against me, but apart from a few unfair opinions, I found only your qualities..." He sigs with resignation he did not feel. A smile is painted on his lips, sincere though not wide enough to show his teeth. "I find it difficult to keep up this game when I can examine you personally."

"Uh?"

Rook grasps your hand. More than gentlemanly culture would allow, he takes your arm and pulls you away into a side corridor. "Would you like to go on a walk? I'd love to talk to the person I've been hearing from a lot lately." Another smile. What is with these smiles? Neither seems identical to the previous ones, just like snowflakes are never the same. Each one makes your chest burst with different emotions. "Not that I regret it."

5. Be, but be yourself.

You really don't want Rook Hunt in your room. There are so many things you hope you have already thrown away, but knowing your rotten luck, Rook Hunt will find something that will you have forgotten. You'll probably end up embarrassing yourself when trying to explain anything.

After all, your room is the place that almost defines you. Once you knew you will be staying in your dorm for a while, you started buying the decorations, placing most of them after only second thought and two more items in your shopping cart.

Now you realise how many items you bought impulsively.

"Please, don't," your muffled voice behind the closed door makes Rook smile. You glance around the room trying to find some reasoning. But will you be convincing? That's another thing. "My room is a mess."

"No need to worry, I already know how organized you are," he says smoothly, leaning on the door's handle and making you use more strength to keep the door closed. "Perhaps you are hiding something?"

"From you? Never!"

"Fufu~ Well, I believe that. I already checked your room—" these words make you hold your breath and crack the door open a bit, just to see how amusement glints in his eyes, "—and I don't believe you could create any big mess in just three hours."

"Never know," you glare at him, before examining the locks on your door. "I may surpass your expectations someday."

"You already do," he corrects you.

You can't hold back the sigh.

6. Spend some time together.

Can you and Rook call yourselves friends? "Yes," he would answer if someone asked him. And you, though you didn't think about it any longer, would nod in the reply given the amount of time you two had spent together.

Even if your rivalry is now gone—the idea of spending time with each other to discover each other has faded after only a few months of knowing each other. Rook probably still remembers the rules, the date and time of the game were re-write, but he also seemed to enjoy the change.

Now he has no qualms about dropping into your room at midnight to show you some nocturnal insect that you were talking about during the break.

Eventually, a certain, constantly developing routine had formed between you;

In the morning you are greeted by a new flower on your desk. You put it in a vase, your other hand flicking through an encyclopaedia of plants. You bought it when some student from the alchemy circle made you realise that this could be the language of flowers. He was not wrong.

You have at least one class a day together, you eat meals together incredibly often—never in the cafeteria. Always at the Botanical Garden or on an outdoor bench, you enjoy eating from the outdoor cafeteria.

Somehow, Rook can sense when you're in trouble. Mostly with some classes or tests. He's always eager to help, and more often than not will tell you the whole topic in an accessible way and add his own opinion or juicy facts off-topic.

"Good night," was never said 'just by'. Rook has made sure of that. He forces you to look him straight in the eyes, where tiny stars shine. "I'll see you tomorrow."

7. Have insecurity.

If you thought you could never surprise Rook Hunt, you were wrong.

He is shocked. And you aren't really sure why.

"That's unbelievable!"

You can't find a trace of dishonesty or sarcasm on his face when he starts asking questions. His brows furrow from worry and he isn't going to keep quiet about anything that just crossed his head. He opens his mouth to say something, but when he notices how you evade his gaze, he holds his breath, before bringing your hand to his lips.

Your heart flutters when he plants a kiss on the back of your hand. The place he kissed you is already burning with pleasant warmth—an invisible stamp of his lips that leave you with a vivid memorial of his touch.

Knowing he has your attention, he smiles lightheartedly. "If you could only see yourself just as I see you..."

8. Daydream.

The pages of your notebook that is supposed to be full of notes, is blank. You stare at the wall vapidly, while your mind is focused on anything but a lecture.

The chime of ring ending a class isn't enough to drive through thought haze.

"What are you thinking about, hm~?" Rook spoke up. There was amusement in his voice and his eyes brightened, though his hitherto hidden presence would have startled most other people. Not you, after so many situations where Rook had perpetuated your belief that he was some incredibly handsome type of phantom that could appear anywhere.

Living in fear that Rook Hunt would scare you while you were pouring hot tea into your mug and lead to tragedy, has strengthened your psyche.

This time he is on a thick branch of a tree growing close to the school building. You aren't sure if he had climbed it on the trunk itself or if he had jumped down from the window of one classroom to get there.

You turn your head up to look at him. Or rather, at his darkened silhouette, as the autumn sun, which pierces through the branches and tinted the leaves with warm colours, illuminates him from behind. "Would you like to try and guess?"

A sincere smile appears on Rook's face.

"Oh, so we are playing that way?" He runs his hand over feathers attached to his hat, not taking his eyes off you. "Fufu, what kind of secrets may conceal such a lovely heart of yours?"

9. Have that cliché romance in your head.

Tap... tap, tap...

Rain is gently falling down on the window glass.

You can't believe that it started now when you were spending your break outside, ten minutes of walk to the campus. Twenty, whenever you'd like to walk while using your bag to cover your head (you knew that it would not prevent you from getting all wet, and probably some of your books might get destroyed) or you could run for your life, trip on the now slippery path and come to your dorm being anything but fine or clean.

"And here was I wondering where my favourite was," you don't need to look up to know whose hand is placed on your shoulder. You haven't realised how your body got colder by the evening breeze until the warmth of his touch comforted you.

When your eyes finally lay on him, you notice how his hair ends are wet, uniform saturated, shoes and a hat—rain-soaked. He tightly holds an umbrella that is still not extended, even if the rain started a while ago.

"Did you run here...?" You ask, now quite concerned he might get sick. Emphasis on might, because you still don't know if his immune system isn't actually immortal, based on how he gets out of most of the collage-dangerous situations unscathed. But still concerned.

"Thought perhaps you could use some helping hand," he says with noticeable softness in his voice; it makes your heart melt, even when it's that cold, windy evening. "Or an umbrella."

"...Thank you."

He doesn't hand you an umbrella; he opens it, makes you hold his arm, as he covers you two from the rain with an umbrella.

The air is brisk, and it's getting pretty dark. Rook navigates you through the school grounds paths and warns you about every obstacle. You may not recognize each way when there's only a little light, but you're sure this way certainly doesn't lead to school.

"I am taking the longer route," he says, when you ask him. "A walk in the rain...! How romantic! I've been waiting so long for this moment."

"Really?"

"Of course!" Rook smiles at you. "I even stole all your umbrellas to make this moment happen."

10. You can't run away. Not anymore.

He is everything.

How did Rook manage to be everything you could ever want and need? How could he got to your heart, not break it and keep it as his treasure?

("Oh, did you see that? That was my Trickster! They are full of surprises, aren't they?")

He is always there to help you,

("Calm down, calm down, I am here... I will treat that wound right away, so don't move around much, mon chéri.")

fight for you,

("Don't worry. I will just check how guys that hit you are doing," you still remember the cold smile on Rook's lips when he was reassuring you.)

appreciate you,

("My, what a great day! To see such a beautiful individual right in the morning? Such a blessing it is!")

care for you,

("What am I doing at midnight at your window, you ask? Fufu, I might tell you if you're so interested! I wanted to see how the most interesting person in our college is doing because you smiled three times less than yesterday. So? Who shattered your heart today, mon chéri?")

and love you unconditionally.

"I love you," he says as each part of his body screams it. His eyes are filled with hope, sunshine and moonlight, arms move unconsciously your way as if he wanted to reach for your warmth. "And since you know that..." He moves his hands back and places the right one on his chest. "This is the heart I offer you. Will you take care of it for me, mon chéri?"

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Lilia x female Yuu ⬇️

Cuddles

Vil overblot X female Yuu ⬇️

Sweet dreams, my queen

Idia x female Yuu ⬇️

Promise

Rook x Female Yuu ⬇️

Camping

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Coming soon.....

\•~{Rook X Yuu}~•/

\•~{camping}~•/

Rook hummed with a soft smile his green eyes sparkling as the lamps golden light perfectly highlighted his face, hair and torso before spreading out above him on the deep purple sheets, like a solid roof of gold above our heads. I smiled softly as I thought of what a beautiful picture this would be.

Rook, myself, Epel, and surprisingly, Vil had planned to do a small camp out this weekend, but in the end, it had rain. Though this was disappointing, Epel and Rook had decided that we could still do a camp out inside. And that’s where we were. In Pomefiore's lounge in our own homemade blanket tint. A sleeping Epel laying beside me, snoring slightly as Rook and myself talked and such deeper into the stormy night.

“Rook, don’t move.” He flinched a bit at the sudden request but sat still and in the same pose as I took out my phone and snapped a picture. “There.” I smiled, looking at it, the rain beating down harder now as the thunder washed across the sky like an ocean wave. He turned around a blank face of curiosity, adorning him in a peaceful manner, leaning towards me in an attempt to see what I’d capture in my phone.

“What did you capture Mon oiseau chanteur?” He asks.

“A boy in a homemade tent that looks very happy.” I smirked, turning my phone around as to let him see the screen and the picture of himself. He hummed again, a bigger smile taking hold of his face.

“You have quite an eye for pictures, Oiseau chanteur! I dare say your talent exceeds my own in this case!” His closed eye smile became him very well and the word he chose in this instance, though I myself had to stifle a laugh.

“I highly doubt that Rook. You most likely have been taking pictures longer than myself.”

“Oh?” His eyes popped open, and his eyebrows went up as his mouth went into a small o shape. “How long have you been taking pictures then?” I sat back and looked up at the blanket ceiling, biting my lip as I thought.

“Uhhhhh……. Three years, maybe? Two?” I sighed. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Ah, in that case, I do have more experience in between us.” He said, bowing back to his previous position. “I began when I was twelve. Pere and Mere bought me a camera for my birthday and I have immersed myself in the art of photographer ever since.” He end with a dramatic wave of his hand cause me to snicker in response.

“I wonder where you got that uniqueness from Venandi.” I smiled using my nickname for him, which meant hunter. “Was it Mere or Pere?”

“Both Mon oiseau chanteur!” He had a slightly sly smile. “A child can not be nothing but a combination of their parents.”

“True.” I chuckled unconsciously, looking him over. “But it does make me curious about your siblings and what they are like.” Rook smirked, side eyeing me as his head tilted upwards towards our soft dark purple blanketed sky above us.

“Hmm.” He chuckled with a slight bit of a hum. “Careful oiseau chanteur ~” He purred slightly. “Curiosity killed the cat.” I smiled sinisterly, letting my head come to rest on my out stretched hand as I lay on my side.

“Oui Mon Venandi. But you forget one thing.” I smiled. “Satisfaction brought it back.” Rook chuckled softly, letting his own sinister smile slide into his smooth lips.

“Oui Mon oiseau chanteur~” He purred with a small growl in his throat. “Though unlike a cat, I doubt you would be able to come back. Which would be a shame. To deprived the world of such beauty.” He smiled as his eyes narrowed a bit as his remark sent a wave of crimson blush across my face before I burring it into my pillow. Rook smiled and chuckled. “Has my words set your face a flame oiseau chanteur?”

I made an audible displeased noise as I looked up and glared at him slightly. He smiled and set his pointer finger on his chin as Jade usually did. “Peut-etre ai-je enflammé ton cœur mon oiseau chanteur.” He spoke his eyes, smirking a bit as I frowned. I knew just a bit of French, and the only word that I knew, besides his nickname for me, in his sentence was flamme, which meant flame of blaze.

“Eh?” I said. “I only got flame out of that.” Rook chuckled softly at my reply and slowly leaned closer, smiling.

“I said; perhaps I have set your heart ablaze my little song bird.” He smiled as my blush returned ten times fold.

“B-baka!” I said, shoving the pillow in his face. He chuckled and removed the pillow.

“Oh? Then why does your face turn red every time I complément you oiseau chanteur?” He said, smirking his eyes, getting a dangoures look in them.

“Because I have never gotten complements from guys, come on Rook, you know that.” I frowned, knowing that he was trying to corner me in this little game of cat and mouse.

“That maybe so. But answer me this then. Why do you watch me in class then?” He smiled, seeing me pause. “Don’t pretend Mon oiseau chanteur, I know what your stare feels like. I can see and sence you in the corner of my eye. I see your beautiful eyes staring at me, I feel them looking at me in a light different than most others. I see the way a small amount of blush appears on your cheeks when you see or talk me oiseau chanteur. You stutter when I complment you, or freeze like a deer in headlights. You pick at your thumbs quticals when you're nervous, which you do unconsciously around me. Such as right now.” He smiled, and I looked down at my right thumb to see the qutical of the nail bed bleeding and my pointer fingers tip bloody with dried blood under the nail it’s self.

I bit the inside of my lip, still looking at my thumb as Rook smirked.

“You also like to pick on me. Try to get under my skin by calling me names and so on. So I myself have come to a conclusion with this evidence, one that will not be changed easily oiseau chanteur.” I could almost hear him smirking as I kept my head down, picking more at my thumb before a gloved hand took it, separated the fingers from each other. “Mon oiseau chanteur, your going to scar those beautiful hands of yours.~” He purred before taking it up to his lips and kissing the small wound, though his toung swipe over it didn’t go unnoticed by me and I quickly took my hand back.

“What was your conclusion?” I asked, still not looking at him.

“That I have set your heart a blaze Mon oiseau chanteur.” He said. “And you have done the same to mine.” He said, looking up at me the eyes of a hunter watching me steadily before his lips curled into a smile, an indication that my face was betraying me again. He waited, his hand recapuring my own and clutching it, his lips only inches away from the skin, for my answer.

“Rook-“

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name.” He looked up, his smile was gone, and his eyes were unreadable. “Say my name again, mon oiseau chanteur.” I blushed, biting the inside of my lip again.

“Rook?”

“Again.”

“R-rook”

“Again.”

“R-rook” He placed his hand on the side of my face and ran his thumb across my lip as I started to shrink back though he steadily leaned closer to me.

“Again mon Oiseau chanteur. Je veux entendre ta belle voix appeler mon nom.”

“R-rook,……” I stuttered his face inches away from my own as his thumb pressed down slightly on my lip as my face became like a cherry.

“Once more.” He said softly, his eyes looking at my lips with an unreadable expression.

“…Roo-“ He gently pressed his lips against mine, my eyes flying open in contrast to his closed ones. The kiss itself was neither long or short, but when he pulled away, he was breathing heavily, and I was still too stunned to do anything. He chuckled softly, still cupping my cheek.

“Mon oiseau chanteur? Have I startled you so much with my love that you are unable to comprehend it?” He smiled as my face slowly turned red again before nodding in silence.

He hummed as his thumb made soft circular motions in my cheek. I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing in comfort as Rook smiled his other hand, enter twining our fingers. After a moment of this, I opened my eyes to see forest green ones smiling back at me with so much love in them. A small smile broke out on my own face as we just took in each other’s presents.

“Yuu I-“

“Je t'aime Rook.” I said my cheeks, darkening more as Rook paused, a small look of surprise on his face before it broke out into a smile as his other hand came up to my other cheek.

“Je t’aime aussi mon petit oiseau chanteur.” He purred resting our for heads against each other as I smiled and put my hands on his. His eyes darted back to my lips and then back to my eyes. “May I kiss you again?” he asked, his thumb still rubbing circular motions into my cheek, and I nodded.

Rook smiled and brushed his lips over mine in feather like touches before planting a kiss on to each corner of my mouth before finally kissing me firmly on my lips. I hummed and kissed him back gently, still trying to figure it out. In the end, my arms were around his neck, and his planted on my back and the back of my head. When we pulled away, we were both out of breath, but in a good way, as we rested our heads together again.

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Epel yawned and looked up at the blanket, ceiling the morning suns rays, making the purple appear lighter than normal. He sighed and sat up almost immediately, freezing.

“R-rook?”

“Shh. My little song bird is sleeping.” He smiled gently, playing with the girls hair as she slept. Epel staring at them for a moment.

“You know she wouldn’t like that ........ ” Epel whispered, frowning and crawling over to his senior. Rook smirked at the boy and just chuckled, her fingers lightly grazing Yuu's cheek.

“Well I’m sure she wouldn’t mind her boyfriend admiring her own sleeping beauty.”

“Boyfriend?! What were ya'll do'n while i was sleep'n?!” Epel said, his normal accent coming out as Yuu jerked awake at the loud noise.

"Huh?"

Taking a first look at this, I'm going to want to set a number 4 for the exact same reasons. Also, number 3 doesn't seem so bad, either. If I would be unlucky enough to sit in 8, I would be caught in the middle of an argument that riddle is losing for 8 hours straight and be poked and prodded by Floyd for 8 hours straight. Boy would end up dead by the time we got to wherever we were going.

Now 7 wouldn't be as bad. I mean, I have silver behind me and 9 times out of 10 snoozing for the whole flight. Floyd's in front of me, though, so I still get poked and prodded (and have to listen to him teasing Riddle). And then I have Azul to the side of me. Azul would spend the majority of the flight trying to make a deal with me and Jamil probably.

Number 6 is a no-go as i have Jade to my side, which is terrifying. Anne Rook straight behind me. Though having Jamil in front of me is a nice added touch.

5 is okay. I have Malleus to one side (he'd just want to hang out, really), but then I have Rook to my other. Idia is behind me and Jade's in front of me. The latter is terrifying.

Now you would most definitely not catch me in seat number 1 because I probably have to listen to Sebek wine and complain for 8 hours straight that he didn't get to sit by Malleus. Though I would not mind having Lilia in front of me, and I feel like he would be a good fresh breath of air, and that I'd get to listen to some good stories from him. (Most of them probably about his boys)

Now 2 would be pretty energetic. Cater and Ace would be talking a lot or on their phones. I feel like it would be a good mixture of Cater talking to you and then focusing directly on his device. It would be a good connection time with Cater. Ruggie would probably do roughly the same. Though Kalim would definitely be turning around and talking to a lot. Oh, did I mention that this is also his plane?

Stumbled across this on twitter

Rook, beloved, I adore you and would enjoy sitting next to you but I don't know if I could handle being stuck between you and Malmal for eight hours straight 😭😂

Logically speaking, I would pick seat #3 because I'd be surrounded by some of my favs in every direction *and* I'd be sitting next to crewel-sensei <3

No nonsense and I could most likely enjoy the flight in peace 😭💀

I would have picked seat #7 because I love Azul and Jamil so much but they'd just make me feel sooooo single. Like no thank you 🥲 (plus I'm claustrophobic and am afraid of heights so unfortunately the window seat isn't the one for me)

I also wouldn't want to be stuck watching Floyd drive Riddle crazy the whole flight (I'm obviously avoiding seat #8 like the plague because I REFUSE to be seated between those two lmaooo would definitely end up getting caught up in the crossfire 💀)

I love Cater but Ace is sitting right behind seat #2...yeah pretty self-explanatory I think lol (it's also a window seat)

Noticed Trey, Deuce, Jack, Vil, Epel, and Ortho aren't here but I'd definitely sit with them since these guys wouldn't drive me nuts lol

Rookie cookie

I'm sorry, I can not for the life of me take him seriously. Like he looks like a lampshade or like a mop, and like I don't know if he's in the sweet or toxic category for relationships. Like he'd praise you, but like also Vil and Neigh neigh

Credit to the person who commented on one of my posts, I will cherish you, please don't attack me <3