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Slice Of Life

Thank you all so much for your support! This particular event is just fluffy slice of life for your soul.

Rules:

▪ONE character at a time! You can request more than once!

▪NO angst or yandere, this event is just fluff

▪If you want to be anonymous, I’m afraid you’ll have to message me privately and ask me to blur your name since I have no anon option

▪Choose ONE scenario from the list below (since it’ll be long becuase I’m excited):

Rainy Day

Beach Trip

First Date

Birthday

Cafe

Confession

Meeting the Parents

Dancing

Love Language

Their Behavior Around You Vs Other People

Pets

Moving In Together

Babysitting For A Friend

How You Met

Proposal

Wedding Planning

Wedding/Getting Married

Pre-Wedding Jitters

Starting A Family?

Have fun and enjoy!

-Quinn

mlk082:

Letter To You

Salut, mon amour!

I have been thinking about you all day.

My mind has etched your smile, and my heart leaps at the memory.

I have not crossed your path, and so the more I crave your touch.

I intend to meet you soon, my love, and privately. I will hold you in my arms, and as you tell me about your day, I will watch your lips. My gaze will befall you, and I shall kiss you. I will capture your heart as you have captured mine. Over and over.

I will shower you with affection until your lips burn and your lungs ache for air. My hands are going to caress your skin and provoke you slowly. You won’t be able to stop yourself, and neither will I.

I will love your body equally to your mind. You are to be cherished and adored. That is my duty as your lover. I savor my moments with you, always giving you my attention and care.

I want to have many memories with you. One lifetime is not enough.

Until that desired moment, I will await the dismissal bell. I will drown in my thoughts of you, sinking without you beside me to pull me up.

Your beauty is hypnotic.

I crave your smile every day.

When I finally see you, I will never let you go.

My darling, you are my prey. 

— Rook

The NRC students should be bringing you offerings for your service in keeping Rook away from them

(I need a shorter title) part 3 part 2part 1

gender neutral reader

warnings: this is not that serious, crack

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• romantic

The wind is blowing softly against your skin. The sky is clear, as are your intentions of coaxing your dear, sweet boyfriend out of his hiding.

And as you press the record button on your phone, you begin:

“Day 3 of convincing my boyfriend to come out of the foliage.” a small smile graces your features as you fidget slightly with your bracelet.

What ever shall you do today, that will make your plan succeed?

A sigh leaves your lips as you lower your head slightly-

WHOOSH

An arrow flies past you, entering the trunk of the tree next to you. A piece of paper attached to it.

You take hold of the fragile piece and begin reading it. ‘What is it that saddens you so, mon ange?’ Awww, how considerate! You only looked half sad for a slip second and he’s already noticed! What a doting boyfriend!

You smile softly and address the underbrush:

“I don’t really know what to do today to grab your attention away from… your extracurricular activities.” you admit.

And just as you finish your sentence, your dear hunter is next to you, bringing you into a hug, then speaking:

“You don’t have to do anything, mon amour.” he winks. “I already have my eyes on you at all times.”

Don’t you have the best boyfriend in the world? It would seem you have succeeded in your plans, even though you didn’t really plan anything.

• platonic (great arch-nemesis)

The phone from Crowley is long gone. Yuu has finally thrown it away… into a crowd of students… while screaming 'YEET!’. Nevertheless the NRC students were very confused… especially the one that got hit with the phone… he had to go to the nurse’s office. Somehow Yuu didn’t get sued.

Now the prefect has a new second-hand phone, curtesy of Leona for keeping Rook as far away from him as possible. A good deal on both sides.

After setting their new phone in a safe place for recording, the prefect begins their speech:

“Day 3 of trying to hunt the school hunter.” the prefect pauses for a moment. “They really just let anybody into this school, huh?”

Silent footsteps approach, but Yuu is fast enough, as they turn around to see their mortal enemy: Rook Hunt.

The man in question jerks back for a moment, eyes slightly wide, before his usual expression returns and he grins… as he brings his bow and arrow ready to fire.

'Point-blanc range, huh.’ the prefect thinks. They quickly bring one of their knifes out and aim it at the hunters head.

With eyes narrowed, both of them get ready to launch their attacks when-

“Can you do this somewhere else?!” comes and annoyed growl from NRC’s own lion-man.

“Oh?” Rook muses, before putting all of his attention on him. “Roi de lion! What a nice surprise!” and with that the hunter starts heading towards him, the prefect long forgotten.

“Fuck.” is all Leona can say as he makes a quick beeline for wherever the hell he can. All the while Rook is following his every step.

“Hey!” the prefect protests as they, too start following the two. “We aren’t finished here, Hunt!” but the hunter only glances at them, before returning his sights on a nice would-be coat.

But not before sending Yuu a triumphant smirk.

And the prefect stops dead in their tracks: “I’m coming for you! You blond bastard!” a faint “Hurry up!” could be heard from the distance, no doubt the elusive would-be coat… maybe Rook should consider a rug. No! A bed throw!

And as the prefect turns to leave they mutter in the hunters direction one last time: “I’ll put your hat on a spike, I swear I will!”

• bonus

Yuu and you are sitting outside of the Ramshackle. The two of you decided to have a nice, relaxing few hours drinking tea and eating some appetizers at the iron table with matching chairs in the yard.

The rust covering them has been cleaned off… for the most part.

As you glance around all you can think of is that Crowley really should’ve let Yuu buy those goats. They would’ve eaten all the overgrown grass in no time! What a cheapskate of a crow, that headmage is!

As you glance at the prefect you both nod in agreement. You should unite forces and hunt down the headmage. He deserves it.

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an: lore?

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Babe in the Woods

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Summary:Sometimes you just need to drop everything and go for a walk. With the mounting stress of trying to survive the school year the woods are a great place for peace.

However, you can’t seriously believe you’d be allowed downtime, right? Do you know where you are? Who you are? And that you forgot to do something for a certain Pomefiore…

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Dreary clouds clogged the sky, and Y/N’s mind wasn’t much better. Mulch squashed beneath their boots as they trudged through the woods; thoughts knocking about inside their skull. One after another. Relentless.

But amongst the arbour there were no overblots, Grim couldn’t embarrass them, and Crowley - with all his errands - were left back at NRC. It was truly a place where they could be at peace.

Seems a tree’s a tree no matter what world you’re from, they thought as they ran their hand across the grooved bark of a sycamore.

Finding familiarity in a world where nothing made sense was a relief. In fact, so familiar was this woodland that Y/N thought if they went back they wouldn’t see Ramshackle, but rather a National Park’s giftshop, or the family car – waiting to cart them off back home to their real life.

This isn’t what I was going for at all. Y/N kicked the path, sending dust and stones into the air. I’m not supposed to be thinking harder out here. A critter was disturbed in a bush nearby. Leaves rustled, but not enough to be a threat-

WHOOSH!

Y/N ducked as something whizzed past their ear. They could still hear the whistle of it, even after it embedded itself in the ground. What it was wasn’t up for debate: an arrow. With a flint head so sharp all of it disappeared into the earth.

“Quelle deçu,” someone muttered. Y/N jerked up. Their legs were giddy with adrenaline as they scanned the area. The treetops were empty, and the leaf piles weren’t big enough to hide a person. Had someone tried to shoot them? They weren’t going to let a second arrow answer.

After diving behind the thick trunk of an oak tree, they ran parallel to it. Whoever shot the arrow would have to reposition themselves for another shot. It was good enough cover, for now.

Lungs bursting, eyes bulging, nothing else mattered except distance. Get enough distance away.

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Eventually, trees started to look familiar. The path became more worn. Y/N took a break, crouching with their hands on their knees. No one had followed them. Not a single footstep could be heard.

Perhaps it wasn’t an arrow that they saw? Maybe it was a sharp twig that had snapped off a branch? And as for a voice? Well, a wind had started up. It could have just been that.

Feeling more self-assured, Y/N took a hasty step towards the tree line when their feet left the floor.

Panic bulldozed through them. Writhing and twisting were useless as they were hoisted higher by a rope around their ankle. When they were about six feet up, the rope around their ankle went taught.

Someone started to laugh. “I have to give you credit for almost escaping me, ma cherie.”  

Y/N knew that French accent anywhere.

A shock of blond hair hopped out from behind a tree. Still riding the high from making a catch, Rook wasted no time in teasing Y/N. He swung them gently, pushing them a little higher each time they came back towards him.

“I’m going to be sick!”

Rook’s green eyes were sinister as they bore into Y/N’s. So malicious and devious. The look of a creature who has all the control and is only keeping their prey alive for amusement. Y/N hated the feeling. They struck out at the hunter, only for their wrist to be effortlessly caught and tied behind their back with the other.

At least the swinging stopped.

The knot was firm, executed in seconds. Rook briskly moved onto tying Y/N’s knees together. They kicked with vigour, screaming and cursing. Why was this happening?

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Y/N didn’t engage with Pomefiores too much. Besides Epel who was part of their first-year troupe, Y/N only had business with Vil and Rook if they were asked to do a photo shoot…

“Vil has a tight schedule, Trickster,” Rook mused. “When you didn’t show up for the session we booked mon Roi de Poison sent me to fetch you.”

“So you did fire an arrow at me!”

Rook didn’t reply straight away. Securing Y/N’s legs together was top priority since. Prey backed into a corner can be more vicious than any predator.

“Pas du tout! I wasn’t aiming it at you. I was aiming for beside you. I wanted to spook you back towards the beginning of the woods where I’d laid my traps. I’m surprised you walked passed them in the first place. You lucky thing!”

Y/N heard the shing of a hunting knife being drawn. Panic. They twisted so frantically in their bindings that the skin on their wrists broke.

“Don’t damage yourself, ma Cherie.” Rook cut the rope around Y/N’s ankle. They plummeted, yelping, only to land on the hunter’s shoulder like slaughtered game.

Infuriated, they rammed their elbow towards Rook’s head, but the hunter evaded it and shifted Y/N further over his shoulder.

“This is ridiculous!” Y/N cried. “You could have just called me!”

“There’s no service in the woods. That is the beauté of it. It is untouched, unmarred by the influence of civilisation. An emerald amidst the grey stones of cities.”

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Walking back to Ramshackle, Rook seemed in a world of his own. He stroked the bark and moss in a gentle caress. The other hand was clamped tightly around Y/N’s waist. They could feel taught muscles in the hunter’s forearms – toned sinew – a preview of the strength in his biceps and shoulders; strength no kicking or struggling could match in a million years.

“Besides,” added Rook, “I haven’t laid a trap for an animal bigger than a fox in a while. I don’t want my skills to go.”

“Great Seven bless Epel,” Y/N murmured.

“Quoi?”

“Nothing.”

Rook halted. Y/N’s chin hit his back.

Dread.

Why had they been so cocky? Regardless of how angry they felt, it was not a good idea to irritate their captor. Both of Rook’s calloused hands gripped Y/N’s waist and hoisted them off his shoulder. Rook’s eyes were cruel as he brought Y/N to his face. Cunning. But Y/N forced themselves to evade them and stick their tongue out instead.

Rook burst out laughing. “I love it when my prey is petty! I should hunt you more often.”

“The ropes are not necessary,” Y/N growled.

“They’re a precaution. Look at your face, and you did just try to hit me moments ago.”

Rook, still giggling, slid an arm under Y/N’s back, and the other beneath their useless legs. Y/N didn’t even think about kicking. Rook’s hold was experienced, cultivated over years of hauling game and firing arrows in woodlands.

As Y/N laid in his embrace, glowering up at him, they began to wonder about the eccentric vice dorm leader. After all, they couldn’t do much else.

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Known throughout the school as a hunter, this was his niche, his passion. Like Y/N, Rook went into forests for escape. Despite being on an errand for Vil, he had taken the time to liberate himself, even if only for a few minutes, of his duties and had fun. Wasn’t that the same with Y/N and Crowley?

Plus, the chase had freed Y/N of their stressful thoughts. Were they angry? Of course. But they had to hand it to the hunter: Rook knew how to be thrilling. Maybe learning to hunt could be something to take up?

“You won’t be so lucky the next time we meet in the woods,” Y/N said. “And couldn’t you have taken Vil’s photos today? It’s not like you had a busy schedule yourself.”

Rook didn’t say anything. But his smug little smirk was answer enough.

Great, Y/N thought. Another thing to look out for in this crazy world. One of my own schoolmates playing literal cat and mouse with me. Well, two can play. Don’t go running to Vil when one day your quiver has a hole in the bottom.

UPDATE BROUGHT TO YOU BY MY WRITTERS BLOCK ALMOST ENDING!

SCRIPTS - Thanks to everyone who was willing to help out we’ve now gotten a decently sized development team, of artists, script editors, and etc. 

And most of them had gathered to help me out and plan plots. So we’ve gotten multiple plots and now I need to work on all scripts. 

LAUNCH DATE: We might extend the date by 1 week. It really depends on my scripting abilities. 

BUTTON PROBLEM: I found a temporary solution to the issue though I don’t know if it’ll work as I’ve yet to let others test it out.

HOW TO JOIN THE TEAM: Please head on to out discord and you’ll find me and or the other mod’s, who you can ask. Though I recommend heading straight to my dm’s and or msg me.

And then we can discuss there. Thank you for all those who have joined so far. I wanna hug you. Especially Grandma Ashely. 

DISCORD:Link

VOTE ON WHATS ADDED TO THE GAME 

In the discord group you can vote on poles for what is going to added to the game and access some more minor/huge updates early. 

Also some spoilers, we haven’t decided yet. 

VIDEO UPDATES: Video updates are closed up for the time being. Please understand that everyone’s busy with the plot processing and other things. 

GAME UPDATE MASTERLIST WILL BE POSTED TOMMOROW.

Day 5: Rook + Royalty AU (“I can’t”)

CW:Arranged marriage/proposal (which doesn’t go to plan )

“Rook.” You whispered harshly, trying to tug your hands away to no avail. “What do you think you’re doing? Everyone’s staring!”

“I’m dancing with the one I love, of course!” The reply fell off his lips like it was the most natural thing in the world. Instead of letting you change partners, Rook kept his hands secured around your waist, daring to pull you closer with a smile. 

You felt your face begin to heat up; not that he hadn’t said such things to you before, but today was different! You were at a party, and…

…you were meant to be proposed to in a few minutes, by another man.

For a moment you shut out the music and chatter, focusing on Rook and his twinkling gaze. He had always been intelligent, playful, and held a mystery that always dragged you back for more. You once witnessed him without his grandesque air, with an expression so plainly in love that it made your heart ache.

He made you wish you were brave enough to love. His patience made you wish you could grasp the entire world, cradle it, and offer it to him like a candle in the dark.

But Rook was never one to wait for too long. Once a love that bloomed in the moonlight and with careful, fleeting steps, he now bounded into the gaze of a dozen chandeliers and spun you under his arm, movements flourishing along with the melody in the air.

Oh, how cruel was he to dare and taste freedom in the court of nobles.

Rook’s lips quirked in a little way that made your heart skip: “Do you understand now, mon amour?”

“I do, but I–”

I can’t, how many times have you said that to him?

“I can’t just ruin the plan,” you amended, breathless. “Can you imagine the uproar it would cause?”

“But it’d be beautiful, wouldn’t it?” Rook adopted a smile so carefree that you couldn’t bear to admonish him. Sensing your lingering doubts, he leaned closer to whisper the rest, strands of his hair tickling your cheek.

“I love you too much to simply let that happen,” Those emerald eyes burned into you. “Your planned fiancé knows that, and was kind enough to plot out a show with me. So if you will…” He finally stepped back with a gentle smile, offering you his hand. “Would you allow me to whisk you away?”