Snakes and Sorcery

Riddle Rosehearts

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

First Times

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

Clumsy S/O

S/O Flinching

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for One Darling**

Trey Clover

Seeing His Lover Bathing Outside

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

First Times

Cater Diamond

Nothing yet~

Deuce Spade

Studying with First Years

Clumsy S/O

Ace Trappola

Studying with First Years

Clumsy S/O

Leona Kingscholar

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

S/O Flinching

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for 1 Darling**

First Times

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

Ruggie Bucchi

Vegetarian S/O

Seeing His Lover Bathing Outside

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Clumsy S/O

Vegetarian S/O

Jack Howl

Studying with First Years

Clumsy S/O

Vegetarian S/O

Azul Ashengrotto

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

First Times

Clumsy S/O

S/O Flinching

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for One Darling**

Jade Leech

Seeing His Lover Bathing Outside

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Clumsy S/O

Vegetarian S/O

Floyd Leech

Clumsy S/O

Vegetarian S/O

Kalim Al Asim

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

Clumsy S/O

S/O Flinching

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for 1 Darling**

Jamil Viper

Seeing His Lover Bathing Outside

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Clumsy S/O

Vil Shoenheit

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

S/O Flinching

First Times

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for 1 Darling**

Rook Hunt

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

First Times

Epel Felmier

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Studying with First Years

Clumsy S/O

Idia Shroud

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

S/O Flinching

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for 1 Darling**

Ortho Shroud

Nothing yet~

Malleus Draconia

Calm S/O Who's Anger is Swift and Deadly

Food/Drink Spiked with Love Potion

Interrupted Fun Times ft. Bat Dad

Poly!Dorm Leaders Receiving a Bento

S/O Flinching

First Times

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

**Yandere Dorm Leaders Competing for 1 Darling**

Lilia Vanrouge

Seeing his Lover Bathing Outside

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Silver Vanrouge

Clumsy S/O

Sebek Zigvolt

Studying with First Years

Trey as a yandere is quite subtle

But due to his duties in Heartslabyul, it would take a bit for him to notice he's not the only one gunning for you

When he does, Trey ramps up his "Sweet, helpful,older brother/friend" persona

Hoping to fly under the radar while his competition takes each other out

Trey offers you gifts almost always laced/covered with a subtle love potion

Nothing that would cause anyone close to you alarm

But just strong enough that you will seek him out frequently

He'd also try and subtly discourage you from seeing his competition

Why spend time with anyone but him, he just understands you best

Over time, he will increase the dose of love potion to ensure you choose him

Doesn't aim to be violent but will not shy away if he needs to fight off the riff raff

If he needs to maim the other vice dorm leaders or your friends he will

And Trey always manages to spin it as him defending either himself or you to the staff

"You don't need them anymore, all they want is to hurt you"

Jade thinks he's subtle about his sudden paranoia about losing you to the other vice dorm leaders

He is decidedly NOT

You very quickly realize Jade is effected by something because he is suddenly everywhere

He takes a page out of Floyd's book and just looms

It was sweet how protective he was, until he quite literally tried to break Ruggie's neck because you were assigned partners in a class

When you confront him about it Jade will blackmail you into leaving NRC and staying he wants you to be

Jade will do anything to make sure you are FAR away from anything that may even consider removing you from his grasp

Has no remorse for threatening you and your loved ones

Doesn't immediately follow you to the underwater house he stashed you in

He has to give some sense of normalcy

Acts very upset that you left him and the school after what happened with Ruggie

It’s not entirely fake either, he really does regret having to show you that side of himself

Additionally, Jade is the only one of the Vices who would threaten to kill you if you tried to escape

“You’re welcome to leave, just remember, it’s a good 45 minute swim back to the surface~”

Jamil takes the longest to notice he has competition

He's consistently trying to look busy so you don't realize he had hypnotized the staff who made the schedules so you are always together

Uses his well crafted charm and masks to make you inherently trust him well before he had competetion

Does his best to keep you away from the others once he realizes he's not the only one with an interest in you

Jamil is also quite practical, he's your friend, he's handsome and intelligent

So he straight up asks you out on a date, only a little bit encouraged by his magic

If you say yes, he will be super normal until your relationship is threatened

If you say no however, Jamil would use his unique magic on you

Make you forget you said no, and instead make you believe that you were very excited to say yes

And the ease of gaining affection from you encourages him to continue to keep you under his spell

His practical class work may suffer slightly, but its all worth it to see you look at him with such open adoration and love

Jamil is so delusional about this, he'd be extremely comfortable keeping you hypnotized to his desire for your entire lifetime

"It's not fake, all I'm doing is enhancing feelings you always had"

Rook is probably the first to figure out he’s not the only one interested in his darling

He’s been watching you for a while after all

And when he uses those supreme observation skills to observe the people around you?

He sees how his fellow vice dorm leaders gravitate towards you

And he can’t have that

At which point he would use his unique magic to tag you

And that night when you’re finally all alone?

He’d steal you

Taking you far, far away, to a place where not even his own family would think to look for him

Is he a bit sad to have abandoned his education and friends? Yes

But everything is worth it if it meant he gets his darling all to himself

Be prepared to be moved at the drop of a hat as well

because Rook did not get this far just to give you up to another

“Home is not a location, its the people we love, and I love you most of all.”

Lilia is quite calm when he realizes

He has the best taste after all, so of course other people wish to appreciate you

Trey giving you gifts? Jade offering to help you with your studies? Rook watching you outside your window every night as you sleep?

All fine with Lilia, he’s confident like that

It’s when those same individuals make any move towards you that he has a problem

Those gifts contain a love potion? Trey will find he is suddenly missing three fingers on each hand

Rook escalates from just watching to sneaking into your dorm room? He will lose an eye

First offence, they get a maiming warning

Second offence, they die

Lilia is efficient, because in his mind, you have already chosen him

He’s wooed royalty before, so his confidence isn’t entirely misplaced

But not everyone wants to be courted using gifts a cat would bring in from outside

If you're fine with receiving severed body parts as a gift, it can be considered cute

But Lilia would NEVER share his darling with another yandere who wants your heart

With his family? Maybe! As long as they keep their paws of you.

"They can certainly look, after all, masterpieces are mean to be admired"

I like to imagine Jade vs Ruggie happens in a class you and Jade don’t share. He’s that obsessed. Jamil in the corner in that classroom seething because that should have been him

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And while you get cleaned up and start to relax Jack is collecting the take out he ordered for you guys

Gonna be completely real with you here, Jack can’t really cook

Sure he could whip up a mean smoothie, or make you a delicious and super healthy salad

But anything that’s more complicated than chopping things up and putting them in a bowl together?

It’s all mostly beyond his capabilities.

So when you texted him that you would be home from work soon, Jack ordered you guys dinner from your favourite restaurant.

After you get out of the shower Jack would happily pull you into his lap for some cuddles

He’d be especially happy if you put on one of his t-shirts after the shower

While you talk about your day expect Jack to give you plenty of kisses

All over your head, your face, your neck, your shoulders, and especially your hands

There’s just something so inherently intimate to Jack about gentle kisses on the hands

Man wants nothing more than to spoil his gorgeous, hard working, loving boyfriend

Jack listens so good to you while you talk, you have his whole undivided attention

He wouldn’t move a muscle if you wanted his focus to be entirely on you

If you ignore the fact his tail is wagging aggressively that is

While you two eat expect more cuddles from him, because he’s not letting you up from his lap the couch for a while

If your day at work was really stressful then Jack would offer you a neck and back massage

He has very good technique when it comes to getting knots out of tight muscles so it’s definitely a treat when you’re stiff

Afterwards Jack is happy to just lay in bed with you, hands intertwined with your head on his chest

Anything if it means Jack could have just one more tender moment with his very own fairytale prince.

Jack is cuddly with his significant other and you can’t change my mind. Also the urge to make Little Red Ridinghood jokes grows stronger with every Jack post I see.

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Deuce takes an extremely different approach to trying to win your heart

He definitely asks his mom for advice on how he should act

If he should even try and get you to like him especially since Ace likes you too

Deuce’s mom in all likelihood just tells him to be himself and to be kind and straightforward with you

So he does just that and lets his actions plainly express how he feels

Little acts of service that make your life easier

Definitely would bring you hot chocolate or tea in the mornings during the colder months

Pulls out your chair for you when possible

Opens, holds and/or closes doors for you when walking together

Just genuinely tries to be a more gentlemanly version of himself

Of course it isn’t perfect and Deuce is still a bumbling idiot around you sometimes

But you’ll have to forgive the poor boy

He’s nervous!

Eventually though, Deuce will ask if you’d consider going on a date with him

He’s very respectful of your answer as well

Mama didn’t raise someone who refuses to take no for an answer after all

It takes Riddle a while to even figure out he has a crush

Probably due to his focus on his studies and dorm leader responsibilities

It’s because of his slight tunnel vision that causes everyone else to see that he has feelings

For example:

Riddle will not collar you even if you break the rules egregiously

Even when everyone else has been collared for the same or lesser offence

Riddle also is more than willing to help you with your schoolwork

Even if it means taking time away from his own scheduled study time

But when he finally gets clued in on his feelings it is from pure jealousy

He sees how Azul acts around you and Riddle wants nothing more than to blow up

Riddle then kicks his ass into high gear and does his very best to act like a true Prince Charming around you

Walking you to and from classes

Offering to carry your books/bag

Even paying for your meals when you two eat together

Truly embodying the image of regal courting straight out of the pages of a romance novel

Take that Azul

If there’s one trait that Azul prides himself in having an abundance of, it’s forethought

The moment that Azul knew he had a crush and that he had a solid chance

He was doing his best to portray himself as a wonderful candidate for a relationship

Always willing to cancel his meetings to spend time with you

Taking an interest in what you have to say

Reading up on the things you enjoy and trying them out for himself

Even if he doesn’t particularly share your enthusiasm for the subject

Definitely gives you a discount on Mostro Lounge’s food

And offers you an open invitation to come to him for help if anything is bothering you at all

Free of charge!

Of course this does mean Azul wouldn’t notice he has competition for your heart

That is until one of the twins tell him about Riddle

Then Azul goes into panic mode briefly, as his current plans didn’t account for this development!

So Azul would probably give up on the whole worming his way into your heart slowly but surely approach

And he’d just ask you on a date.

Azul can’t just give Riddle the win now can he?

Hello Dears, I know the request said one of the two but… the concept was too fun so I did both this time :P The sudden competition between the two oblivious dorm leaders after months of ignorance makes me chuckle.

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He’d rub your back gently and press soft kisses to your head

Once Azul was confident you were breathing consistently and tears were quietly rolling down your cheeks

Instead of the rasping and irregular breaths you were taking while sobbing your poor heart out

Azul would gently ask what happened

Hands cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs

His forehead pressed to yours

When you do manage to convey to him that you got betrayed by someone you considered a friend

Azul is immediately plotting a murder

Logically he knows he can’t actually kill somebody because they made his significant other cry

But emotionally? Azul wants nothing more than to have to call in that favour the Leech twin’s father owes him

Instead of voicing those desires, Azul settles for continuing to hold you to his chest

Telling you that it’s okay if you need to cry more, that he’s here for you. No matter how long it takes for you to start feeling better.

Somehow manages to get you a glass of water without even moving from his spot beside you

It even has a cute little bendy straw that looks like a heart! (It’s his favourite gag gift the leech twins ever gave him, but don’t tell either of the tweels)

Jade had been trying to subtly warn you about the person you called a friend

He has ears in the walls all across campus so Jade had a suspicion about what was upcoming

That doesn’t mean he is rude to you about this topic

Really all he does is try and hint that perhaps this friend isn’t as kind as they would have you believe

So when this friend does inevitably betray you, Jade is right there beside you

Ready and willing to offer you comfort

While he’s not quite as tactile as his brother when it comes to his affections

Jade is more than happy to wrap you up in his arms and embrace you as you cry

He’ll even offer you a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket

Jade will remain by your side for as much time as you need him to

He’d definitely rub your back gently as you cried against his chest

Would get you a tall glass of cool water so you don’t get dehydrated

He’s more than happy to spend the day acting as if he was your butler, tending to your every need

Eventually Jade manages to lull you into having a nap

Probably having told you something along the lines of ‘you’ve had such a rough day, don’t you think you deserve some rest Dearest. Sleep, I’ll take care of everything else’

After you’ve fallen asleep Jade calmly walks to Mostro Lounge and immediately begins preparing for the arrival of a special guest

Jade would intimidate charm his way into your former friend’s dorm to pick them up

So he bring them back to Mostro Lounge for the extra special evening he prepared for the two of them

People tend to overlook Jade’s violent tendencies due to Floyd being more obvious

But after an evening in Jade’s care, it is all but guaranteed your former will never overlook or forget them again

Floyd does his absolute best to cheer you up when he sees you crying

Telling you funny stories

Offering up snacks and beverages to you

Squeezing you (gently), close to his chest

Kissing your tears away as they roll down your cheeks

But if Floyd can’t get you to talk to him at all in the first 5-10 minutes he’s with you?

Floyd will kinda just set you down

Somewhere he knows would be a comfortable place to sit

And then he’d just leave you

Because as much as Floyd loves his precious Jelly-kun

He also doesn’t have the temperament or attention span to sit with someone while they cry

However Floyd gladly takes care of that filthy guppy who betrayed you

After he finds out about it of course

If you can’t tell him yourself Azul will gladly spill the beans

Thus begins Floyd’s new mission of the week

Making your former friend’s life a living hell

First Floyd would start by following them around silently

Never making a move to hurt them, but just letting them know

He’s watching them always

Then when Floyd gets bored of making the paranoid he’d promptly break as many of their bones as he could

Vil’s first priority is to get you to stop crying

It is his one singular goal

Everything else can come later

Right now, he wants you to stop crying

So he will do absolutely everything it takes for him to succeed.

He’d wipe your tears away with a handkerchief made from a silk and cotton blend

Only the best for his Sweet Potato

Vil gladly offers you hugs and cuddles if that’s what you require

Would pet your hair and back if it helped

Definitely would allow you to cry into his shoulder

As long as you don’t have any dark makeup on, of course

He’d hate for the lovely matching pyjamas you got for the two of you to become stained

When he does get you to calm down enough he can understand you

Vil is pissed

It isn’t easy to get Vil to lose any and all respect he has for a person

Not only are they being a back stabbing bitch? But one that hurts the people that love them? On purpose!?

That’s just about the fastest way one could achieve that

So needless to say Vil is definitely going to be giving that former friend of yours the cold shoulder permanently

And you know what they say about Vil, he’s truly a trend setter worldwide

Soon the person will feel as lost and abandoned as you felt in the moment they betrayed you.

Hello Dears, this post is actually one that I dedicate to a person who is going through a tough time right now. Hope you’re doing better now sweetheart <3

In other news, Jupiter is an idiot who forgot that I had this written. Whoops

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After countless years of immortalizing forests, tundras, fields of flowers, the savanna and the majority of the animals that call those habitats home, Rook had recently found his well of inspiration had dried up as well. He missed the days that his ability to find beauty in the natural world around him was readily available.

He sighed fondly at the memory of running through this very building to look at the impressionist paintings that dazzled him in his teenage years. Although he had never been an impressionist himself he had always loved the simplistic beauty of them, the bright colours and stunningly pure subjects had always intrigued him. It was that desire for purity that had often bothered the public who viewed his work. 

Peering eyes who knew nothing at all about him or his methods always pestered him with the same question. Why do you refuse to paint people? And in truth, the answer was simple, Rook had always thought of them as dull subjects. In his eyes humans are a still lit cigarette butt. They are fiery for but a moment until they hit the pavement and flicker out. They are used up and disgusting, tainting anything they come in contact with. And only a desperate fool would see anything worth immortalizing on canvas in them. 

But the truth is harsh to the ears of the unaware, so he lies and makes excuses. Saying things like ‘ I haven't met my muse quite yet’ or ‘My skills in painting people never comes close to matching the quality of my other works. And I only want to show the very best work I can to you all’. He then will smile shyly before politely excusing himself.

After a moment more in the gallery he exited with a flourish, dissatisfied yet again with a place he thought might bring his inspiration back home to his arms. His self pitying spree had so far taken him through over half of the city and was driving him further into a nihilistic chasm. The spiral of thought provoking reminiscing Rook was going through was abruptly interrupted by a tap on the shoulder accompanied by a soft voice.

“Excuse me sir, but I was wondering if you might be able to help me. I'm a bit lost.” 

They were shorter than him and they appeared to be, almost scared. When he locked eyes with them his misery dissipated, slowly but surely. With a smile growing across his face like a spring’s bloom after a violent winter he reassured the stranger.

 “Where are you heading?” He inquired. 

“I need to find Dorian Hall, I was told it was on Campus but near the museum but… so far I haven't seen anything close.” They confessed. 

Rook nodded as they explained, he had noticed that they subconsciously fluttered their hands when they spoke and he was completely enamored by it. 

“I would be happy to guide you, I was actually heading that way myself,” He spoke with a slight chuckle, as he held out his arm for them to take with a charming confidence. The custom was dated in this century but he was always taught to be a gentleman, plus it never hurts to make the lasting impression you leave on others. 

Not a single word was shared between them as they walked but Rook felt as though nothing needed to be said. They were comfortable in each other's presence. He found himself admiring the way the light was hitting their face, it danced across their cheekbones as though it meant to show him all the beautiful parts of them. The breeze danced through their hair, and Rook felt time crawl to a halt. He found himself at a loss for words to convey what exactly he was seeing in front of him. In all his years Rook had never thought he’d meet a person like this stranger. His thoughts were halted from sheer disbelief.

They were looking at the world around them with the innocent eyes of a child seeing everything for the first time. But behind that was the appreciation of one who had lived a full life. They shied away from the many stares of passing pedestrians and pulled Rook progressively closer to them with every judgemental gaze that landed on the two of them. It was as though they were looking to him for protection. They moved with the purpose of a brand new fawn learning to walk, hesitantly but with pure determination to show that they were grown enough to be trusted with caring for themself. 

Rook’s hand twitched with the reflex of a carnal desire he hadn't felt for a long time. A desire to recreate the scene in front of him. A desire to immortalize the feeling of a walk with this familiar stranger. To make sure that when his beloved inevitably faced the world he was there by their side, waiting to carry them away. A desire to protect them from the corruption that smears its influence all over the people who refused to feed it in the first place. 

He felt a desire to paint.

Bringing their hand up to his lips he boldly locked gazes with them as he placed a whisper of a kiss against their knuckles. He thought that their cheeks flushed rather prettily under his gaze, with a confident smirk he spoke in the gentle way one does as they share their heart with a lover under the cloak of the moon’s light. “My name is Rook Hunt. I haven't been inspired to paint in months, however, after spending not even half an hour with you, I have found my inspiration once more. It would be an honour if you would give me your time and allow me to paint you.”

“I’m Y/N and,” Y/N looked down at their feet as they paused, considering their next words.

When they lifted their head, Rook could swear that their eyes were glowing in the light of the morning. 

The bell of the clock above the two rang out the hour, signaling the beginning of classes at the Capital’s University. Y/N bit their lip, quickly writing their contact information on a scrap of paper they had and shoving it into Rook’s hands.

 “I would love to model for you Rook! ” they said quickly, turning to go inside the building. Realizing it was rude to just shove a paper in someone’s hand and run, they called over their shoulder while still maintaining their speed,“Talk to you soon!” 

After Y/N disappeared from his sight Rook walked away from Dorian Hall, with a grin stretching wide across his face, he couldn’t help but think aloud, “You most definitely will be hearing from me soon, my Muse.”

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“So how’d you manage with getting to today’s classes?” 

“Kalim. You would not believe it but, I got lost before my classes could even start,” Y/N said, placing their tray down onto the table. 

Kalim’s hand paused midway to his mouth, the peas on his spoon rolling off as Kalim tipped his head back in laughter. “Y-you. You. Got lost. Be-before classes even began? How’d you manage that? Its like… like the third week into the semester?” His voice wheezed slightly with the exertion of trying to hold back his giggles.

“I don’t know Kalim…I really don’t know,” Y/N’s head was firmly placed in their hands, cheeks aflame with embarrassment. 

As Kalim’s snickering died down and Y/N’s shame receded the duo began their usual lunchtime routine. Their conversation came naturally, and the topics discussed were light hearted as the pair ate. 

“Do you think if I told Prof. Obrecht that I was modeling for a famous artist, he’d give me extra credit?” Y/N said, thoughtfully chewing.

“Pfft, that would be unlikely. I mean you’re even more of an art nerd than he is so it’s unlikely that he’d know them. Plus any person that he would know is not likely to be painting now. You know… ‘cause they’d be dead. He is our Art History professor, so what assignment would he even give you the extra credit on.” Kalim said, tilting his head, “You’re so funny Y/N.”

Y/N looked at Kalim unimpressed, “What’s so funny about my question.”

“Wait… you? Were you being serious?” 

“Yeah Kalim, I am.”

“Okay but like, Y/N. What artist was it?” Kalim leaned forward, clearly very interested.

Y/N smirked, knowing that Kalim was hooked, and they were admittedly feeling quite proud and excited by the news, “Rook.”

Kalim looked quite unimpressed by their answer, so Y/N of course defended themself. “I’m serious! He told me that he’s the artist Rook Hunt!”

Kalim shook his head, looking quite disappointed and almost melancholy, “Y/N, Rook Hunt has never painted a person ever! He even mentioned in an old interview that he thinks humans don’t deserve to be immortalized in his art.” 

“He said I inspired him.” Y/N looked at Kalim with a sour look as he continued, his passionate rant barely affected by Y/N’s interjection. 

“I’m just saying it’s unlikely he’s actually what he said he was! He could be trying to lure you in to get you alone so he can do whatever he wants without anyone getting in his way! This Rook guy could be a rapist! Or a murderer! Or he could be trying to sell your organs to the highest bidder! Anything could happen and-” 

With a sigh Kalim looked away from his friend. “Look, I don’t mean to rain on your parade. Its exciting to be asked by any artist to model, let alone to have them admit they were inspired by you. I just. I want you to be careful Y/N.” 

“I will be Kalim, I promise.” Y/N said empathetically, reaching for their friend’s hand and intertwining their fingers together. 

“Okay. just…maybe text me or your boyfriend when you get to this guy’s studio? Just to make sure someone knows where you are and that you’re safe.”

“Sounds like a plan,” Y/N smiled brightly as they began to eat once more. “Wait Kalim, how do you know so much about Rook anyway? Is someone a secret fan~” They said, waving their fork at him.

“Oh no! I- uh. My mom and Noor, both love the guy’s work. My mom is, like, obsessed to the point that she has like 6 of his paintings on the first floor of our house alone. Noor likes it because it's not only something they can bond with our mom over, but they also told me that they think they hide a hidden melancholy or sometimes even darkness behind the seemingly innocent animal portraits or landscapes. So the two of them know just about everything there is to know about him at the point. And I, I like paying attention to what my family enjoys, so I guess I picked up on a lot of it.” Kalim couldn’t meet his friend’s gaze as he knew his cheeks were practically glowing from how warm they were.

Y/N simply laughed at Kalim’s sweet intentioned shame, the bastard. 

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Y/N stood by the front door of the building in which Rook had set up his studio, and with every passing second their unease grew. It wasn't bad enough that they were generally an anxious person in unfamiliar situations, but after sitting through a rant from Kalim about how Rook could be lying about who he said he was, their heart was racing uncomfortably fast. Or how this whole set up could be a trap and they could kidnapped and raped, their unease was through the roof. Their mind was racing with every possible outcome, and the majority were not good. And now they've been standing in front of the door for at least 10 minutes. 

“Was this guy even the real Rook Hunt? Probably not, I mean like Kalim said everyone knows that Rook Hunt never paints people. The biography on him I found last night even quoted interviews he gave about the subject years ago! Plus he seemed to be quite strange, not speaking to me until just before I had to rush off. But on the other hand, if this is the real guy… Then, what about me changed his mind... Well at the very least I probably won't have to die naked. After all he never said anything about modeling nude,” They huffed as they continued to pace back and forth. 

A soft laugh from behind them interrupted their thoughts, “Good Afternoon Y/N. Mind telling me how long you've been wearing a hole in the hallway carpet?” Rook chuckled adoringly. 

Y/N jumped in surprise, their cheeks flushing in embarrassment at being caught talking to themself. They lowered their gaze as Rook stepped outside the studio. He placed his hand on their shoulders in order to prompt them into looking up at him. 

“Yes I really am the artist Rook, no I am not a serial killer nor a rapist nor any combination of the two. Relax dear Y/N, I mean you no harm, my intentions are pure I swear. I wish with all my heart that you will allow me to recreate your image on canvas. If ever you're not comfortable with anything tell me, and I’ll immediately rectify the situation I promise. I want this to be a good experience for the both of us. Even if you never want the finished work shown to the public then I swear that I will never allow it to be presented,” his voice was almost desperate, however exactly what he was desperate for wasn't entirely clear. 

His tone quickly rectified as he continued to explain himself, “However you have my sincerest apologies if I seemed peculiar yesterday, I was truly just as confused as you are right now. As you said, I have never felt the need to ever paint any human before. Until I met you yesterday that is.” He wordlessly invited Y/N inside by placing a hand on his muse's back, and with that the two entered the remarkably clean studio. 

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Y/N reclined on a surprisingly luxurious loveseat as the light coming from the large window behind them gradually started to dim. Rook was softly humming along to the classical music playing along in the background as he gently guided Y/N into the position they needed to be in. Rook never completely laid his hand on their skin, preferring to ghost them across the places that needed adjustment. He was almost too gentle with them, as if he was attempting to lull them into a false state of comfort before striking.

This sent shivers down Y/N’s spine, they squeezed their eyes shut as if the block out the idea of Rook having ulterior motives for this meeting. Rook smirked down at them, as they shivered beneath his hand, like a little mouse. 

When his work posing Y/N was done he sauntered behind the canvas, picked up a pencil and began to create his vision. 

Quite some time passed before he even began to consider talking to Y/N, lest it break his much needed concentration as he attempted to get their proportions correctly conveyed on the canvas. 

“So tell me about your interests Y/N, what do you enjoy?” Rook suddenly asked, despite the break in the quietness of the situation the relaxed aura of the situation maintained its hold over Y/N. 

“Well, I enjoy listening to music, cooking, movies, mystery novels, and, um, well...it's embarrassing to say but, I have started to really enjoy knitting. It started as a stress reliever about a year ago and now I simply can't stop. I also enjoy art, I've never been all that talented at creating it. But I do love looking at all the amazing ways we can bring beauty to mundane objects like stone or paper. What about you? Do you have any interesting hobbies to share.” They asked giddily, the moment felt almost intimate. Like two middle schoolers sharing secrets at a sleepover. 

“I've always been quite boring, honestly. My main hobby is actually my current job, however I have always had a great love for books. Particularly classic literature, Beowulf, Othello, Faust, every assigned reading in high school and university I ate up like a starving man at a feast. One summer I even read the entirety of Dante’s Divine Comedy from cover to cover. But my favourite book of all time without a doubt has to be The Picture of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde.” Rook peered around the canvas to look at his subject as he continued speaking, “Boring right?”

“Not at all Rook, not at all.”

Before the pair realized, nearly two and a half hours of insightful, pleasant conversation had passed by since they first began the session. To the pair it had felt like absolutely no time at all. 

“I'm just about finished with the sketch Y/N, thank you for your patience,” Rook said from behind the easel. He was truly enjoying working with a sentient subject that actually listened to requests. And the natural conversations that happened throughout the hours were quite lovely for the two of them. 

“By the way, would you mind terribly if I painted you topless? You can absolutely say no if you're uncomfortable with it, I just feel as though the emotion we’re going for would be far more powerful if you were seemingly clad in only a blanket.” He asked as he carefully rearranged the scattered pencils on the desk.

“No I don't mind at all Rook, I trust your intuition. I also won't be able to come for a few days, I hope that's okay.” Y/N bit their lip as Rook nodded in reassurance. 

“Text me when you're free and we'll make it work.” He said confidently, slipping his hand into his pocket to give the driver downstairs a warning of their incoming departure. 

“Perfect,” They sighed, relief pouring over them,“It has been absolutely wonderful getting to know you Rook, I’m legitimately excited to see the finalized idea. I'll see you as soon as I'm free!” They got into the car Rook had waiting for them. 

The artist couldn’t help but to smile as Y/N peeked out the window and shyly waved goodbye as the vehicle drove away. 

“Have a good evening my dear sweet Y/N,” Rook cooed at the retreating car a calculating smirk on his face. Pushing off the wall he was leaned against, Rook turned to walk back inside, very pleased with his decision to finally paint a person. Y/N was just as he thought they would be, innocent, gentle, and so very charming. They were positively perfect, exactly what he was searching for but simply hadn't known. Their existence was as though a flower in full bloom was personified. And it was infuriatingly wondrous.

As he shut and locked the door to his studio he felt at peace. It was that moment he decided that he would take his time and insure that this would be the absolute best painting of his career. Nothing else would ever top this. Even the famed Mona Lisa would avert her eyes in respect for for beautiful this would be. 

And Rook was determined to not allow anything to ruin this. 

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The next week the two agreed to meet once again to continue working on the massive project. When the day finally came around the weather had taken a turn for the worse, and the temperatures plummeted. 

Rook stared out the open window at the street below, debating if he should call to cancel when a knock came from the door. Opening the door Rook greeted his muse, inviting them in with a warm tone that carefully contrasted the weather outside. There was no time for them to waste. It was time to get to work. 

Rook gently positioned Y/N how they needed to be before settling back behind the easel. He immediately began to work, small flicks of his wrist creating realistic wrinkling of the fabric around their legs. The fabric flowed across the canvas exactly like how it did in real life, he had perfectly captured the stunning textures of the silk. 

It was a long while until Rook peeked around the easel for more than a second. When he looked up at Y/N again what he saw made him gasp in shock. His brush fell to the floor in a clatter. 

 “Y/N, you look positively blue! Why didn't you tell me you were cold?” Rook exclaimed loudly, rushing over to where his model laid he wrapped them up in the warm blanket from on his bed. After making sure they were comfortable he rushed over to the window , careful to not knock any paints over, and hurriedly shut it. Locking the cold air out. He then proceeded to crank the thermostat up to the highest setting. When he turned back to face them concern over took his mind as he saw them still shivering even though they were bundled up. 

“How long have you been like this?” He asked gently.

Y/N buried their face into the blanket in shame as they responded “An hour”

“An hour! No this will not do!”

“Well you were concentrating really hard and, I didn't want to interrupt you Rook.”

“This is only the second time that you've been in to model for me dear, you need to speak up when you need something.” He murmured as he hugged Y/N close, hoping that his body heat might help alleviate their pains a tiny bit. Y/N huffed softly but was grateful for his concern nonetheless. They stayed like that for a while, sitting in an easy silence as Rook clutched Y/N to his chest. 

After a pause for Y/N to extract their face from the blanket cocoon they now resided in they spoke once more, voice no longer muffled by the fabric, “When would you like to continue Rook?” 

“Continue?” Rook gaped. Shaking his head, Rook muttered under his breath, “Mon dieu. Tu es trés persistant, ma muse.” 

Extracting his arms from around Y/N, Rook stood, mouth pressed into a thin line. “You wish to continue, very well then. We shall continue.”

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“You really didn't have to continue modeling today Y/N,” leaning against the doorframe of his studio Rook sighed, still concerned over the well being of his muse. 

Y/N shrugged coyly, “I know, but I wanted to. See you on Saturday?” They tilted their head in curiosity as they spoke. Rook hummed softly in affirmation, a light smile illuminating his face.  And with that Y/N slipped into the night, eager for Saturday to arrive. 

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The natural light from the window was slowly fading and unbeknownst to them it was casting beautiful shadows on Y/N’s relaxed face. They were perfectly posed and they hadn't moved since they first laid down which was astonishing as they had fallen asleep a few hours ago. Rook was very carefully painting the beams of light that were dancing across his muse's face. As they created beautiful little freckles of light across their cheeks, a halo around their head created by the little hairs reflecting what little they can. And their skin appeared to sculpted from the purest stone. Unmarred by time, soft and inviting. His muse looked even more angelic than usual, the epitome of innocent beauty.

He was completely enraptured.  

The more Rook got to know them, the more he was growing to love his muse’s personality. They were so very sweet, and it appeared that even the sunset could see their beauty. The only word that came to Rook’s mind to describe them was soft. He could tell that life hadn't quite been able to reach out and corrupt them yet. Do they know the way the world has changed? The corruption that seduces from the shadows, drawing you in with sweet words and gentle caresses. It makes you feel wonderful all the while they push you farther into the murky tar that is experience. They haven't yet lost faith in the world around them, not like Rook had. 

Rook smiled down at his muse and gently began to shake them awake. The good light had faded and the canvas needed to dry. Y/N stirred from the sweet oblivion of peaceful rest, slowly blinking the sleep up at him Rook felt a soft pang in his heart. 

Y/N’s sweet innocent heart needed to protected, no matter the cost. 

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The image of Y/N was a little over half finished, but the background of the painting was practically complete. The light pouring onto the desk by the window felt as though it could reach through the canvas and warm the viewer. The lighting really made the whole piece feel loving and intimate. The orange hues from the setting sun made the room look hazy and peaceful, but what really was stunning about the light was how it drew the eye towards the aspects that illuminated the intimacy of the scene. They were concentrated in particular on the writing desk by the window, the discarded clothing resting just off to the side of the couch. And above all else they fell beautifully the peaceful half finished image of Y/N sleeping on the couch. Nothing in the picture felt as though it was filler, everything looked just right, as if all the objects in the room held a meaning.

“I swear I can almost smell of the lotus sitting on the desk. Of course that’s impossible due to there not actually being a lotus in the room, but nonetheless. It's positively stunning!” Y/N exclaimed breathlessly, as they marvelled at how gorgeous Rook could make his work. They were so caught up in examining the almost finished painting that they didn't hear Rook approach until he wrapped an arm around their shoulders. 

Rook hummed pleased at the praise from his model,“It's not as stunning as it will be when we're done. But I’m very glad you like the lotus, it’s my favourite flower and actually… It reminds me of you.”

As soon as they moved to get into the pose Y/N immediately felt a tidal wave of exhaustion wash over them. They swooned nearly falling to the floor, when two arms rushed up to meet them. Rook had caught them right before they hit the ground. Their vision began to blur and it started to scare Y/N. They could barely lift their eyelids let alone say what happened to them. They tried focusing on Rook's voice which was trying to tell them something but alas their brain simply wouldn't allow it.  Rook safely laid them down on the couch with their back exposed to the air, before walking away.

‘I’ve always known Hunt Rook was an extremely attractive man but I never knew he was this handsome, it's almost too much to bare… wait since when were his eyes purple!!” Y/N thought as he knelt next to them in an attempt to explain what he was about to do. It was difficult for Y/N to concentrate let alone move so they settled for making a soft noise to let him know that they were conscious. He grabbed a hold of their hand and squeezed it gently before disappearing from Y/N’s senses for a moment. When he returned Y/N had completely fallen into a sort of trance. He sighed softly as he began to paint a cherry tree on the back of his muse. 

”The process is happening much faster than I expected. I knew I shouldn't have tried to paint so much with you in the room. I guess I took too much from you, my Muse. I hope you can forgive me for my mistake. But don't worry I'll fix you right up,” He murmured. His painting was reflexive, as Rook’s mind wondered elsewhere. Plus the actual image didn't need to be that beautiful, it was the feeling that he needed to focus on, that's what would draw them back. 

“Before meeting you I was incomplete, I didn't truly understand the world. I had lost my passion for life, but you brought it back to me. In all my many years on earth I never would have believed that in the century I most despised I would find the person who was meant for me. Do you know how many times I've dreamed of pulling you close to me and kissing you breathless. I want to do so many wonderful things to you my Muse. The only things you will ever feel with me by your side is love and indescribable pleasure. I fully intend on making you mine. Only mine.” He closed his eyes in bliss at finally saying the words he wanted to say more than anything. He trailed his hands down Y/N’s sides, then their hips and finally resting them on the skin of their thighs. 

Rook slowly leaned down placing a kiss behind Y/N’s ear. “I love you. No I don't just love you, I worship you my Muse. Nothing will ever come between us I'll make sure of it. We are each other's forever.” He purred into their ear. 

With a smirk he finished the painting, leaving a note for Y/N to find when they woke up, he disappeared. There were some arrangements that had to be made before anything went further. 

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It has been nearly 2 weeks since Y/N had last seen Rook. They had both agreed that some time to rest was needed before they would reconvene to finish the painting off. When the day came for them to work together once more Rook eagerly awaited the knock that would signal the end of his search and the start of something absolutely beautiful. 

However his Muse hadn't shown yet, they were a half an hour late and they didn't even text him to let him know they're stuck in traffic or something. It was starting to worry Rook that they’d no show on such an important day but he could be patient.  Plus the extra time it gave him was a perfect chance to think about what he was about to say when the time came for the painting to be finished. 

What felt like hours to Rook but was in reality merely a few unfruitful minutes of staring out the window facing the road passed; when an unfamiliar car parked on the street directly under Rook’s window. 

Removing his face from where it rested on his palm, Rook leaned forward, arms on the windowsill bracing him as he watched the car intrigued. 

A tall blonde man exited on the driver’s side of the vehicle. Circling around the vehicle after shutting his door behind him, the stranger opened the passenger door. 

Rook’s eyes widened as the passenger took their first delicate step out of the car. His breathing quickened in both anger and anticipation as Y/N stepped out of the passenger's side. 

The anger heating his breath spread quickly across Rook’s entire body as the stranger swiftly wrapped his arms around Y/N’s waist, pulling them into a heated kiss. It lasted for a full minute, the stranger eventually even groping Y/N’s buttocks. 

The behaviour that man was displaying was sickening. The exact thing Rook was trying to prevent was happening right below his window. When they pulled apart  his muse was blushing bright red, and was grinning from ear to ear. It made Rook sick, nobody gets to touch what was his. Especially in such a crass and disrespectful way. 

Rook felt his blood boiling as he rushed out of the apartment, calling his muse on the way down. When he reached the bottom of the stairs he ran directly into the pair. 

“Rook, we were just on our way up to see you. This is Vil , my boyfriend! Pumpkin meet my friend Rook.” Y/N chirped, still blushing slightly. 

When Vil pulled Y/N against his side with the arm that was still wrapped around their waist. Rook had to force himself to not wretch and instead smile. Against his better wishes when Vil offered his free hand for a handshake Rook shook the man’s hand, only offering polite greetings in return. 

“It's a pleasure to meet you, Vil. I'm Rook Hunt,” He quipped. Motioning for the couple to follow him up the stairs he formulated his plan of action. Vil was taller than Rook by a few centimetres and exuded grease. It honestly reminded Rook of a rotting pizza, greasy and positively revolting. 

Vil also didn't appear to have an ounce of the chivalry that his Muse deserved in a partner. He wore perfectly pressed, immaculately tailored, designer clothing, and kept fussing with his hair which had been gelled and braided into a slick look. And what really pissed Rook off about this was the fact that despite the clear wealth this Vil person exuded, he had neither the common sense nor care to extend that wealth to his lover. 

As they climbed the stairs up to Rook’s studio, the artist felt the heated anger he started out with chill into a raging blizzard. Revenge after all, is a dish best served cold. And as was taught to him in his youth, Rook found that the punishments resulting are often are best when wielded by the coldest of hearts. 

If he had any doubts about his next course of action before, he was determined to get rid of Vil now. Rook grinned devilishly as he opened the door to his studio. “Welcome to my workroom Vil…” Rook didn't finish the last part of his statement out loud. 

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“My Y/N is so sexy naked. Aren't they Mr. Hunt~” Vil smugly quipped to Rook from his position beside his easel. 

For the final session of painting Y/N was reclined on the chaise, completely nude this time as Rook needed to define the shape of what was hidden by the silk sheet covering their modesty. 

Rook ignored everything Vil did, preferring to admire his Muse as they posed for him one last time. Eventually Rook turned his attention to the man beside him,”Vil, I need your help with something. Mind following me for a second?” 

Vil agreed without a seconds pause, eager to assist in the making of a masterpiece. Rook stood up and guided Vil down into the basement of the building. “Mind grabbing that board for me? It’s the one covered by the tarp” Rook asked as he flicked on the light. Vil nodded and began to search. As he turned his back to Rook, Rook began to look for something himself,  all the while he continued to talk. 

“The building manager lets me use the basement as a storage facility for all my extra works, and any supplies I could ever need. It's quite nice of him actually. And you know what the best part is? Only I have the key.” 

Vil cut Rook off, “I got the board, what should I do with the tarp?” 

Rook smiled, his teeth practically gleaming in the dim light as he responded, “Just leave it on the floor. I’ll clean it up later. Mind putting the board by the door we came in from?” 

Vil shrugged his shoulders as he carried the board across the tarp strewn on the floor. 

“This room means that I can ensure nobody else can access what belongs to me and ruin it.” Rook said to Vil’s back, twirling the finest tool in his collection between his fingers. “You see Vil, that's one of my biggest pet peeves, nosy annoying people who think they have a right to rub their grubby little hands all over the beauty in this world. Most humans are like that actually. ” 

“Is there anything else you require from me?” Vil questioned, bored by the artist’s rambling and the menial task he was given. Deciding he had enough of Rook’s antics after the artist refused to respond, Vil made to leave. He reached for the doorknob but was surprised by a hand clamped over his mouth and a deep pressure across his neck, gone as soon as it came. 

It took Vil a few seconds to realize what had happened through the fog of shock. The first thing that alerted Vil to something being wrong was the sudden pouring of warmth down his chest. The coldness that began to set in shortly after the warmth began to flow was another. But the final sign of what had happened that shook the shock away was the pool of crimson forming on the tarp beneath his feet. In the seconds after the blood loss began to rapidly set in, Vil acknowledged that the pressure was in reality quick deep slice of a knife across his throat. And as Vil’s consciousness faded, he could hear that damned manic artist still babbling on. 

“And you did exactly that Vil, you touched what was mine. You ran your disgusting hands all over them, and I refuse to ever let a pitiful, disgusting little human like you, ever taint my beloved muse,” Rook stared down at Vil as he bled out. A pleased smirk resting on his face, he wiped at the blood on his hands and knife with a cloth. The whole thing had taken less than five minutes. 

Rook very quickly went to work disposing Vil’s corpse. Hammering at the important joints to break them and make the dismemberment process easier sped it up considerably. After an additional half hour, the body was split into six parts, the face was unrecognizable, he had no fingerprints and Rook had painstakingly removed all of Vil’ teeth. It would be a long while before he was identified, if he was even discovered. The clean up was easier than he expected due to the replaceable tarp that Vil had laid on the floor. It was now in a trash bag which was in a dumpster, he washed the wall with bleach and he was done. Later he would do a more comprehensive clean but for now Rook had a more important task to return to. 

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By the time Rook returned he was greeted by his Muse lying silently where he left them an hour and a half ago. His timing was as it always had been, perfect. Rook liked to believe all the years of practice had given him a sort of internal alarm clock for these things.

Rook knew he had just enough time to complete the painting properly. Practically skipping over to where his muse lay immobile, he joyfully placed a crystal cup half filled with white paint under their wrist; before collecting what he needed from their wrist. Rook adored the irony that came from him using the same knife he had used to carve Vil open and end his life to finish up the very thing that would make his Muse immortal. 

The blood from his muse’s wrist poured out slowly, as their heart had nearly slowed to a halt from the oppressive magic permeating the room.

When he had collected enough from them, Rook didn’t bother cleaning off the knife before he opened his own wrist so he could add some of his own blood to the crystalline glass.

 He mixed the three together, pleased with how the crimson and sapphire swirled into the paint. Oh how quickly the pieces were falling into place. 

The next step was Rook’s favourite, it always gave him chills to see his work come to life. Dipping his fingers in the mixture Rook began to draw the necessary runes onto the back of canvas. When he was done he stood back and spoke in a steady voice, one woven with a hidden power, “Par mon sang, Je crée. De ton sang, tu ressuscites.” The second the last word left his mouth the mixture absorbed into canvas leaving no trace of its existence to be found. 

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Y/N’s consciousness had been slowly drifting into a cold black abyss. The last thing Y/N heard before it all went black was Rook purring what Y/N could only assume was supposed to be a comforting phrase into their ear. ”Don't fight it my dear, let it take you. It's just like falling asleep, you have nothing to worry about.”

Y/N wanted to cry, they should have listened to Kalim about Rook being a murderer. But they didn't and look where it got them. 

Suddenly there was a burst of warm light and Y/N could open their eyes again. Shooting upright, their mental breakdown barely restrained by hope.

 They laughed in relief believing it to be just a bad dream until they realized that they didn't fully recognize the room they were in. They were lying on a couch nearly naked, covered only by a single silk blanket and their underwear. Shooting up Y/N frantically looked around the room, searching for anyone, anything that could give them a hint to their location or their clothes. 

Everything within the room seemed so familiar to them and yet no location was coming to mind. 

Luckily they were completely alone and there were clothes scattered across the  ground leading up to the couch. It wasn’t clothing that they owned, looking to be far too old for their time, but for modesty’s sake they would have to make do. Picking up the shirt at their feet and putting it on Y/N walked towards the open window. 

Looking out the window they were shocked at what they found. There was nothing there. The window led to nowhere, there wasn't even a view to look at. Only a soft light. It was as if someone placed a lightbulb behind a frosted glass panel. Which is certainly not how a view from a window should look. 

In a huff Y/N sat down at the desk, almost knocking over the vase that held a single white lotus. “A lotus, what a weird choice of decor.” They mused, considering their options. 

They stood up and moved past where the couch was to see an even more peculiar looking doorway. It was gold only around the edges with a cream coloured centre, and it had no way to open it. There was no knob, no handle, no cut out, absolutely nothing. In a desperate attempt at freeing themself Y/N tried kicking the door down. It didn't budge, the door absorbed the shock entirely and didn't even make a creak. Suddenly a shadow came across the doorway. Backing away in fear Y/N looked for something, anything that could be a weapon. The shadow was tall and broad, and very familiar. 

With the sound of water echoing through a cave, the door rippled with a motion not unlike a pebble creating waves in a calm pond. When the ripples cleared the shadow became more defined. With the ease of moving through two curtains instead of passing through what was just an impassable wall, Rook Hunt stepped quietly into the room. 

He looked and felt more relaxed than ever before, after all he no longer needed to lie. A smile settled on his face when he spotted his muse. Alive and well in the world made just for them. “I'm so pleased to see you, my Muse,” He gently tugged them to his chest, wrapping them in a warm embrace. One that Y/N didn't reciprocate. 

“Rook, what's going on?” His Muse asked, their voice breaking due to the overwhelming emotions they were experiencing. His eyes were the same vibrant purple they first saw a brief moment all those weeks ago. 

“I have a lot to tell you. I haven't exactly been the most honest man with you,” He hummed, looking at them amused. 

“What do you mean?” They retorted.

“Well to start I lied about my age, I'm not twenty one. I'm six hundred twenty one,” Rook admitted with a shrug. 

His beloved’s jaw dropped at how ridiculous he sounded,”If that were true you'd have to have been born in the fourteenth century. That's during the renaissance Rook.” 

He nodded,”You're right. I was born in 1498. I was originally a young noble in renaissance France. I’ve gone by many names over the years Muse. Perhaps most familiar to you would be the name I used during the renaissance when I became a well known artist for the first time. Chace Beau; but I dare say Rook Hunt is a far nicer name than, non?” Rook, Chace, whatever he may be called, winked slyly, placing his hand on their waist, before he continued his monologue, “I was one of 12 siblings, and the only one who was immortal. In the age I was born in, it was theorized by some that I had a demon as a father. Which would explain my eyes and why I will never age.” He paused in deep thought before continuing. “Another strange talent that my supposed demon father gave me was the ability to immortalize the beauty in the living world by putting their souls into the art I create. I used this talent even back then to become even more famous than I would have been without, just like now. However I still refused to paint people, I just have never seen any good in keeping such filth around for centuries,” Rook caressed his Muse’s cheek as he continued speaking. 

“Then I met you, and you were everything I could have ever dreamed of. You were the one human who I would make eternal. Originally I was planning on showing you off to the world but then I realized that I would much rather keep you all to myself. If you were to be exposed to the world then what made me love you so, your pure soul, would still be tainted even through the painting. People love to touch what doesn't belong to them. And as that pig Vil found out I really don't like people touching what's mine.” He once again pulled his muse to his chest, his arms wrapping loosely around their waist as he nuzzled his nose into their hair.

Ripping themself away from Rook's embrace. “What. Did. You. Do,” His muse spat. 

Rook backed his beloved up against the wall, careful not to hurt them as he did so. He placed one hand beside their head while the other gripped one of their hips forcing the two even closer. He tilted his head and slowly leaned down so that his mouth was right beside his muse’s ear. 

His words were like belladonna, seemingly sweet but in the end very poisonous, “I slit the fucker’s throat, that's what.”

Y/N squirmed in a futile attempt to free themself, positively disgusted by his actions. Rook only tightened his grip in response.

 ”You killed him? Why!” They yelled. 

“He was going to sully you dear, and I refused to see anyone take away the thing I love the most about you. Those people out there, most of all him, didn't deserve you. And they still don't. So I’m going to keep you here. Safe from the world that wishes to take you away from my arms.” Rook commanded, his voice still sickeningly sweet.

His muse shook their head in absolute disbelief, their eyes shining with unshed tears of despair. Rook loosened his grip on their hip, his hand moving to gently cup their cheek. Sensing that his muse was distraught he placed a gentle kiss on their brow as a reassurance of his genuine affection for them. In response his muse grimaced. He frowned deeply, disappointed in the behaviour of the one he loved most, he tore himself away from them in frustration. He didn't expect a warm reunion, in fact their conversation had been going much better than he had expected. But the rejection still stung, deciding that what his muse needed was to be alone for now, Rook turned to leave. 

“Why are you doing this to me?” They asked, their voice cracking from the pain and devastation they were overwhelmed with.

“You may not see it now but I'm only doing this because I love you.” Rook responded earnestly. 

“I'll never love you!” Y/N called out after him. 

That struck a nerve within Rook. His expression started soft in plain adoration but it quickly froze over, instead becoming hard with anger. Rook's temper never ran hot, preferring instead to chill those who displeased him with his control. He paused, turning back to face his muse. 

“You say that now Y/N. But who knows what you'll say after fifty, twenty, or even as little as five years of complete isolation. So let’s start the clock from now. You will find I am an extremely patient man, my Muse. And I'm more than willing to wait until you gladly come into my arms. After all, I have all of eternity to make you love me.”

Hello Dears, i hope you enjoyed this labour of love. I simply adore this giant oneshot, and think that its honestly one of if not my favourite thing i’ve created. Yandere content isn’t something that i do often as its not requested, (probably due to the very dark post i wrote the one time it was requested). Rook is honestly very fascinating to me so writing him was fun!

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“Could you steal Vil’s magic for me? I want to join Savanaclaw.”

Would pout slightly if you denied him, but he understands you don’t want to get in trouble

Definitely would try and convince you to use it on people who call Epel “cute” or “pretty”

You’d be the brains to his brawn

Epel would do all the heavy lifting, even if it meant he’d need to fight people. Especially if it meant he would get to fight people.

All you’d have to do is come up with the plan

Epel considers trying to start a business with you to rival the one Azul has with the Leech twins

Of course after sitting down with you to plan it out you realized that the potential profits from the business wouldn’t be worth it

Money can buy a lot of things but a new rib cage, heart and lungs to replace the ones Floyd would pulverize if you went through with it?

Definitely not on the market.

Lilia just thinks you’re the neatest little thing

Being able to steal people’s magic is quite the skill

He delights in helping you harness any abilities you previously stole

However Lilia is a tiny bit wary of allowing you near Malleus

Yes, the prince is very powerful, but if someone took away his magic?

Lilia knows Malleus would be fucked

So with that precaution in his mind Lilia decides that it’s his solemn duty as Malleus’s retainer to keep you and your ability far away from the prince

Mostly by having you steal other peoples magic instead

Usually as a part of one of Lilia’s many pranks

After Leona’s Overblot plot was foiled Lilia probably had you steal Leona’s magic for a good couple weeks to teach the spoiled house cat lion prince a lesson about abusing his power

Muchas gracias por apoyarme, Anon. Lamento que mi español no sea lo suficientemente bueno como para escribir el post completo. No hablo mucho español, así que espero que este mensaje tenga sentido para ti. Desde el fondo de mi corazón, gracias. Te envío mucho amor.

I’ll admit, when I saw an ask in my inbox that wasn’t in English I was surprised and very very happy. That my writing is enjoyed by people outside of the little linguistic bubble I write in fills me with joy and also admiration. Because I know how hard it can be to not only learn a language, but also how difficult it can be to try and use a translator online to read things. Those German research papers I wanted to use for a citation assignment still haunt me.

Since doing all the boys for this post was a bit too much, I just did three of my favourite Twst boys to write for. Hope you’re okay with that!

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Genuinely very loving and appreciative of his lover

Rook absolutely loves to shower the people he cares about with affection

And his lover is no exception, no matter their body type

Rook adores being able to kiss every inch of skin he is allowed to

So his girlfriend being chubby just means Rook has more places to put tender, loving kisses on

When he finds out about the fact you have a breeding kink, Rook is more than happy to go along with your fantasy

Rook does ask about if you are still okay with him using a condom during the scene

No accidental teenage pregnancy for you two!

He will also ask if would be allowed to chase you through the forest a bit beforehand as a part of foreplay that day

That way both of you get to have your biggest fantasies fulfilled at the same time!

Rook gets to indulge in his primal kink with you

And you get to be fucked like he’s trying to put a baby into you

Jamil is a simple man when it comes down to it

Are you willing to be genuinely attentive, appreciative and loving with him?

Great! Then Jamil would like to take you on a date, please

Generally he doesn’t care much for appearances, but something about having his lover be shorter than him sparks something in his brain

Jamil just loves being able to wrap his arms around you in a hug and feel your face pressed against his chest

As long as his lover is healthy and happy in life Jamil could care less about a number on the scale

As for your breeding kink? Well that is fine by him but, you’re gonna have to wait to indulge in that particular kink until you’re both settled in adult life.

Jamil refuses to entertain the idea of even pretending that he’ll be fathering a child until he can legitimately care for a real one.

But once you are both at that stage in life? Jamil is more than happy to fuck a baby or two into his wife’s belly

Floyd adores a lover who’s shorter and chubbier than him

Like look at this man, he’s ridiculously tall and strong

So someone he can hoist up and squeeze is his ideal lover

The extra weight on you is just perfect in Floyd’s humble opinion

Where he lives is very cold so you being chubby means you’ll be well insulated when he takes you home to the coral sea

When Floyd finds out about your breeding kink something in his brain clicks into place

And immediately after that it is his mission to get you squirming underneath him from the pleasure he gives you while he fucks you full of baby eels

Now here’s the minor issue with that, Floyd is considered a teenager, a juvenile, not an adult yet and because he’s a moray eel

It means Floyd’s biology hasn’t quite picked what sex he’ll permanently be

So Floyd will indulge in your now mutual breeding kink gladly

And in the process discover a new kink he loves!

Inflation

By holding you in his natural form, slipping inside you and stuffing you very full

With his cum yes

But also eggs

About 50-60 golf ball sized eggs

So let’s hope you are content enough in your relationship with Floyd that you can foresee yourself being his wife and mother to his children

Because um, Floyd has already decided you will be, and there is nothing that will stop him from making sure you stay nice and swollen from all the baby eels he’ll put inside you

Hello dears, I hope you enjoyed this post, because I know I had a whole lot of fun writing it. Particularly Floyd’s (if you couldn’t tell lol) I would love to indulge more in the strange and wonderful world of monster fucking on my blog, so if that’s something you are interested in let me know!

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Leona has motivation for 2 things in life and 2 things only

Finding a good place to nap, and scheming ways to one up Malleus

So in all honesty Leona does not have the motivation to initiate

Which means he relies on his s/o to initiate sex

Not saying Leona has zero sex drive

It’s just that Leona doesn’t care about spending the energy to find you, try and convince you to have sex with him, take you to a place appropriate for such activities, and then commence the act

So he just waits for you to inevitably come to him and beg ask for him

But on the rare occasion he does find himself aroused and near his s/o

He would simply demand for you to come over and please him, and if you do well he may consider returning the favour

If Azul is naturally good at one thing it is subtle persuasion

So when the mood strikes the dear octo-merman Azul is very quick to formulate a plan

If he happens to be separated from his s/o by quite a distance

Or you’re in a location with lots of people nearby

When around others Azul will subtly indicate his wants through light touches to your thigh or the back of your hand

If you are separated by distance though, he’ll convey his interests through ever so subtly suggestive text messages

When in a private place alone with his significant other Azul is not above using simple tactics

Mostly he’ll wrap his arms around you and kiss up your neck, then along your jaw until he finally reaches your mouth.

I usually find myself struggling with nsfw requests most of the time. Maybe it’s because I veer towards being very science/anatomy minded when I write smut so I have a hard time describing sex as something not clinical. But this post. Whoo boy did this post come naturally. I had so much fun writing Leona in particular.

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