— caleb finds he cums embarrassingly quickly when he sees how he looks in you.
— (slight) size kink, inexperienced caleb & reader, pathetic dirty talk, pathetic pervert caleb!!!!!!!! pathetic pervert reader!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! kiiinda fluffy at the end? a bit angsty-feely too?? as fluffy-feely as my freaktivities can be???
The first time Caleb sees your tummy bulge full of him, he stills. The nights he'd spent jerking off to the thought of you (with your panties pressed against his nose) pale in comparison to the real thing — his cock, lodged into your pussy, the outline of his tip just barely peeking through your skin. He can't take his eyes off it, transfixed by both the feel and look of you around him.
He stares for so long that you begin to feel impatient, whining softly and grinding your hips down. "Caleb..." Yet even that small movement from you has the bulge in your stomach shifting slightly, a choked moan leaving his lips at the sight. Though lost in the heat of the moment, the neediness in your tone does not escape him and he shakes himself out of his trance, his hand trailing up from your thigh to press on your stomach. "...Yeah, pips?"
When you glance down, you finally realize just why he was in such a daze. the tip of his cock barely visible beneath your skin drawing a surprised whimper from you. Your eyes flick between your best friend and the impression of him in you, the sigh utterly intoxicating. "Ca-Caleb...he's peeking out at me..."
That's all it takes for Caleb's honeyed tone to go darker, a raspy growl now evident in his tone. "Mhm. That's...me right there, pips." He thrusts shallowly at first, eyes flicking down, watching with fascination as his cock shifts beneath your skin, a whimper catching in his throat at the sight. “Fuck, baby look that’s me- fuck- baby, I ah-!"
He loses himself in the warmth as his body presses against yours. Slowly, he begins to move, his rhythm building with each thrust. And he tries — he really tries to hold on.
But the sight of his cock pushing up against the soft skin of your belly has Caleb's mind unraveling like a cat clawing at a ball of yarn. Every slow thrust, every squeeze of your walls around him, makes the bulge in you shift. It's a visible, undeniable reminder that he’s buried so deep inside you there’s nowhere else for him to go.
His breath is ragged, each roll of his hips getting sloppier as the heat in his body quickly overwhelms him. His forehead stays pressed to yours, eyes half-lidded, glassy, and completely lost in you.
“Baby, I- You feel so fucking good.” His voice cracks into moans, wrecked and desperate, his fingers twitching against your waist as he fights to hold on.
Fuck, he's close. Too close. He's supposed to be in control. Supposed to pace himself. But the way your warmth engulfs him, how your tight little hole pulses and pulls him deeper, shatters any semblance of restraint.
You feel it too. The way he trembles above you, his body taut like a fraying wire. Every shaky exhale, every hitched breath, every needy little sound that slips past his lips, they all tell you how he’s on the edge. The knowledge that he's losing himself, falling apart because of you, sends heat flooding through your body.
Involuntarily, you clench around him, and his reaction is instant. A strangled, breathy “oh fuck-” chokes past him as his hips stutter against yours. You roll your hips in response, and Caleb fucking gasps for air at the sight of the bulge shifting beneath your skin, his grip on you tightening as if you were the only thing tethering him to reality.
The two of you were in the same sinking boat, breaths and moans mingling as the aching need for release quickly overtakes the both of you, the harsh thrusts and helpless moans spilling from Caleb's lips tightening that coil in your stomach. "Pl-Please Caleb-"
The strained breathlessness in your voice has him crumbling, his rhythm getting sloppier as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, voice thick with something fragile. "I know, baby, I know- Fuck, just-" His words get cut off you pulsate around him, the tight heat of you making his mind short-circuit. "S-So close- just give it to me, please please please-"
His hands move on instinct, an overwhelming ache leading one to over your stomach to press down and feel himself inside you. The moment the pressure registers on his cock, his mind blanks and so does he—wave after wave of cum pulsing into you as he shakes and whines, hips desperately meeting yours as he chases his high.
The shocks of his orgasm run through him, his mind blank and overwhelmed, nothing left but the feeling of you wrapped around him, milking him through his high. His lashes flutter, breath hitching as he shivers, everything is too hot, too good, too much.
The feeling of his hips stilling against yours and his cum flowing into you has your stomach tightening, the pleasure cresting fast, and then you're gone. Ecstasy slams into you with a force that has you crying out, your body going rigid as you spasm around him.
You're both left trembling, wide-eyed and flushed and locked onto each other's gazes as you process what just happened. Caleb then slumps against you, your bodies spent and trembling, his voice soft as he nuzzles back into your neck. "....Fuck. 'M sorry, baby."
His cock stays nestled deep, twitching with oversensitivity, trapped in you. He’s panting into your skin, and you reach out to push away the hair that had fallen into his face. "Don't be," you murmur softly, feeling your cheeks heat up at the sudden after-intimacy of the moment.
Caleb's voice was quiet, a layer of insecurity lying below the surface. "I didn't expect- I barely lasted-"
You soothe him with a soft hush, running your fingers through his hair and cupping the base of his neck. "That doesn't matter, baby. It was still perfect. You were perfect." You press a soft, lingering kiss to his temple, noticing how he's still slightly stiff and you run your hands down his spine, tracing slow, reassuring patterns on his back.
He shivers at the contact, looking up at you like a puppy seeking reassurance. Before he could say anything else, you tighten your grip, squeezing at his skin and pulling him closer. “You made me feel incredible. It doesn’t have to be some long, drawn-out thing. You know we’re both….new to this.”
“But I….” He huffs slightly, finally relaxing into your touch and letting it ground him. “You…You mean that, pipsqueak?”
You smile, gently nudging your nose against his head. “‘Course I do. Besides, if you liked seeing me that full ‘f you, means we’ll have to go again.” Leaning in even closer, your warm breath ghosts over his ear. “You know you’re still hard in me, right?”
Caleb groans softly, shifting on top of you, his cock twitching against the walls of your cunt. His lips graze your skin, his breath hot and uneven. "Do you think- Do you think you can take another round?"
You adjust yourself slightly, just enough to tease him deeper into you. "I can take whatever you want to give me, you know that.”
“You horrible tease.” Despite his words, Caleb breaks out into a light snicker, fighting back the groan and the desire re-capturing his gut to have a few more moments of this sweetness. He finally pulls himself out of your neck, looking at you with that lovesick, dazed expression that’s always made your heart skip.
if you’re sleeping on the couch in the vip lounge, he’d obviously drape his coat on you because the lounge itself runs colder. for both the bustling wait staff and residents of octavinelle, it was the perfect temperature.
but for you? it was chilly.
a happy accident, if you ask azul.
i digress, if you’re still awake before a client comes he’ll expect you to leave at the allotted time slot. sometimes you’d wait outside with floyd while azul and jade handled things. sometimes jade will join you, or you’ll be own your own as floyd was found and returned to his work station.
but sometimes, if you’re dead sleep, snoozing away cutely all cuddled up with the pillow azul keeps in a cabinet, just for you. his jacket, and throw blanket, azul will hover above you.
he’s… conflicted.
you move towards his ghosting touch, he snatches his hand away like you were going to bite it like a certain someone. but you merely nuzzle the pillow.
to wake or not to wake, that is the question.
sometimes he will wake you with a frown, your noises of complaint and rustling of the blankets as your face seeks darkness, upset him. yes, yes, he knows, you must be so tired be cause you fell asleep here. but you must get up because a client will be here in a few minutes- oh don’t give him that look he knows he knows. look if you’re that upset he’ll get floyd to make you something… 25% off, hows that?
if you’re in a bad mood, you won’t even take the 25% off and just go back to ramshackle muttering something about beauty sleep.
he rolls his eyes at your antics, knowing that you’ll be okay tomorrow and have no ill will towards him… sometimes.
but other times, when he just can’t bear to wake you, he’ll mutter an invisibility spell, arrange the blankets a bit better, and with an almost kiss on the forehead, he’ll welcome in his unfortunate soul.
sometimes you wake up and pretend to sleep, other times you aren’t even aware that a meeting happened.
but you always climb into his lap after the meetings over. the huge grey jacket swallowing you while like a whale swallowing krill and you hug him. kiss him. give him words of praise…. thanking him for not waking you.
maybe, like pavlov’s dog, you’ll train him to not wake you by giving him rewards like this.
while he thinks this isn’t such a bad idea… high risks come with high rewards after all
but there are meeting that are just too classified for you to sleep in on.
warnings cursing, implied fem! reader in reo’s part
notes so i forgot how to write..
YOICHI ISAGI
isagi was like a literal simp.
finding any excuse to talk to you— no matter how ridiculous it seemed, isagi would make it work somehow.
yeah. even if it meant purposely accidentally bumping into you.
“oh sh—i’m so sorry! are you okay? i didn’t mean to bump into you,” he stammered, his face already flushed red at the contact of your shoulders brushing. he offered a water bottle, snack— hell, even doing your homework as an apology.
on the other hand, you only stood there watching in amusement. “yoichi, i’m fine, don’t worry.” you said with a smile, trying to reassure him.
and ever since that day, isagi would suddenly be around you constantly— from simple greetings to walking you to all of your classes (it’s fine if he was a few minutes late, what’s the big deal?)— all while still coming up with the most random conversation starters that left you questioning what really was going on through his head.
“bread or rice for breakfast? bread? awesome, me too! so, what are your plans for this weekend?”
it eventually becomes a cycle that leads to his friends finding out about it, too. while some mostly stay back and watch him stumble over his words with a red face whenever they spot him talking to you, others do the opposite. like bachira, for example, who teases him like hell for it.
“hey, what’s with that smile?”
at his friends’ sudden question, isagi immediately felt his cheeks heat up, trying to think of a believable excuse to escape bachira’s teasing. only to fail and say the first thing that came to his mind, “n-nothing.”
“ohhhh,” bachira replied, drawing out the sound dramatically. “i see, you’re thinking about them, aren’t you?”
isagi stammered out a response in denial, but deep down, knew it was true.
later that night as he laid in bed, staring at the ceiling, his mind was full of thoughts of you. the way your smile made him feel like he was above clouds or whenever you looked at him had his heart skipping a beat.
he groaned softly, turning over to bury his face in his pillow with a pink face. “i’m screwed.” he mumbled to himself, feeling his heart pounding loudly in his chest. despite the swirl of emotions that fogged up his mind, a shy smile tugged at his lips.
isagi couldn’t wait to see you tomorrow.
MEGURU BACHIRA
“meguru, i can’t move if you’re hanging off of my back.”
for the past ten minutes or possibly more, meguru suddenly jumped onto you from behind, his arms and legs locked around you, tightening every time you tried to move.
the hallways were empty except for the both of you, which unfortunately meant for the brown-haired male to keep clinging onto you like a koala, no matter how much you complained and turned to pry him off.
he leaned down to rub his cheek affectionately against yours for a moment. “then don’t.”
“you can’t just cling to me all day,”
“why not? you’re not hard to carry.”
you scoffed, placing your hands on his knees to push them down so he would let go, but to no avail. “what’s that supposed to mean?” you huffed, giving up your attempts to free yourself.
meguru grinned, finally letting go before wrapping an arm around your waist, lifting you off of the ground with ease to hold you bridal style. “you’re really light for someone so short.”
“what the fu— put me down!”
his bright yellow eyes bore into yours. “nope. this is way better!” he replied with a hum, abruptly turning on his heel as he spun you around, his laughter echoing through the hallways.
you felt your cheeks redden at his daring hold on your body, frantically looking around to make sure no one was nearby. gosh, it would be so embarrassing if anyone caught you both in this situation right now.
“why are you even doing this?” you asked, avoiding to look into those warm, honey-colored eyes of his.
meguru paused. “huh..i guess i just like being around you.” he said softly, his tone steering away from playful to sincere.
“oh.” you felt your cheeks redden further, lifting your head once more to face him. “that’s..cute, but—”
“wait,” he interrupted, his eyes widening as if he realized something. “do i..” meguru’s cheeks turned a tad pink as he kept gazing into your eyes intensely, causing you to get nervous.
then he burst out laughing. “ohh, i get it now.”
you raised an eyebrow, still confused by what he was referring to. “of what?”
he grinned at you again, holding you tightly in his arms as he leaned in closer, his face mere inches away from yours. “i think i really like you. a lot.”
SEISHIRO NAGI
you lost.
again.
gripping the controller in frustration, you cursed under your breath, “dammit, why is it so hard?”
you were currently over at nagi’s place, chilling in his room while laying on his bed. your eyes focused on the large television displaying the ‘game over’ screen, then back at nagi, who was sprawled out on his gaming chair and engrossed in his phone, the sounds of gunshots and taps of his fingers being heard.
“sei,” you called out, sitting up as you went over to him, nudging his shoulder gently with the palm of your hand.
no answer.
clicking your tongue in annoyance, you decided to move so you would sit in front of him, noticing how his dark eyes were laser-focused on his phone. you reached out, booping his nose.
nagi flinched slightly, his eyes flickering up to meet yours. “what was that for?”
“to get your attention.”
“huh? what do you need?” he asked, casually pressing the pause button on his phone as if he wasn’t currently in the middle of finishing the last boss.
“i need help on this level,” you grabbed the controller, holding it out for him to see the screen shown on tv.
“oh. sure.”
after a while, you waved him goodbye, going off to walk home. nagi waved back, shutting the door once you were out of sight. he sat down on the couch, phone in hand to resume his match. reo, who was sitting on the other end of the furniture and had heard everything from upstairs, decided to try to do the same.
“can you pause your game again and get me a drink?”
nagi hummed, not bothering to look up from his phone. “get it yourself.” he replied with a deadpanned expression.
“but you did it for y/n—”
“that was different.”
reo’s jaw dropped, a vein mark popping on his forehead. “why them and not me!?”
nagi only shrugged. “maybe i just like them more than you.”
his comment had reo sulking that night.
REO MIKAGE
it was white day— a month after valentine’s, where boys were the ones giving gifts to the girls instead; whether for friendship, admiration, or simply reciprocating the gifts they had received from them.
although it was more like another normal day for you. when valentine’s day rolled around, you had given reo a box of chocolates for the sole purpose of being a great friend, not thinking much of it back then.
what you didn’t know, was that he decided to give you something back.
except ten times more.
as you walked into the classroom, your eyes widened at the sight of your assigned desk being stacked with all sorts of gifts— heart-shaped chocolate boxes, small bags of cookies, flowers, and a small teddy bear in a suit with a white tag above its chest.
oh, don’t forget a single pink card on top of everything.
a group of your classmates surrounded your desk, murmuring who was your admirer to have gifted you so much. how did you manage to get the most gifts on white day out of everyone else in the room?
from what they knew, you didn’t give any guy a whole stack of gifts. so what gives?
meanwhile for you, it didn’t take you that long to figure out who your—possible— secret admirer was.
who else other than reo mikage himself?
once classes were over, you spotted him standing nearby, leaning against the wall while trying to look nonchalant. you headed towards him, carrying the mountain of gifts in your arms.
“hey reo! look at what i got,” you said with a grin, holding everything up for him to see. “i wonder who got me all this. i want to thank them personally, you know?”
reo silently beamed, thinking he pulled it off perfectly— especially you not knowing who it was. he cleared his throat, trying to maintain his innocent act. “oh yeah, i wonder.”
your eyes narrowed as you looked at him, picking up the teddy bear. “it’s obviously you, it literally has your name on it.”
crap. reo’s eyes widened, his face flushing pink in embarrassment. how did he fail to notice that!? “oh—uh..” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck while avoiding eye contact.
“..it’s fine, thank you, reo.” you said softly with a smile.
he looked up, his heart racing in his chest once he noticed that sweet smile of yours that never failed to leave him a flustered mess each time.
“really—”
“just don’t send an entire store of chocolates next time.”
I wrote this as soon as I got the idea for it while responding to an ask <3
apart of the twisted anxiety series
Includes : Rook hunt, Yuu, mc (reader), a surprise tool that can help us later 🐁
cw: yandere rook & yuu are WEIRD. Yuu is their own warning, taking pictures without one's knowledge (mc's knowledge) Yandere content,
This is months in the future. Think after VDC.
Sitting on the floor like two kids who just came back from trick or treating with mountains of candy between the two satisfied hunters. Splitting their mountains into mini piles; chocolate, gummies, loose candy, sour candy, chocolate with almonds- there was a system and the two worked like experts until everything was set up. Organized piles of candy turn into cards as the two sit criss cross apple sauce (as Epel would say) hands politely in their laps as their eyes scan the others photo cards.
Huddled up in Yuu’s private room, the two sat in the middle of the room with Rook closer to the door and fireplace. Unusually intense grey eyes scanned over the cards. Each one perfectly in line with the others. Like a soldiers waiting for a command, for even a slightest hint of an order, waiting for something to happen. Leaning over their own messily thrown together piles, their eyes flitted up to clash with intruding green.
With a hum of approval vibrating past their lips, yuu fought the urge to shudder at the sudden stimulation. An accidental tickle is never fun, especially on moist lips they kept licking out of nervousness. But showing weakness in front of a hunter is a stupid, foolish move.
Straightening their back, they stretched for a moment, alternating arms to to tug on the other along their back.
"I must say, I'm impressed" their head gestured to the spoils of the man in front of then.
"As am I, Trickster. You have the eye of a hunter" Rook took his own turn to scan every detail of yuu's cards. Leaning against his thighs to get a better look of a half hidden card.
"Oh dear!" His eyes widen in shock as a gloved hand covers his mouth. He points accusingly at the photo. “It seems we have a little hide away under the alchemy photo"
Yuu's body momentarily tensed. ‘Shit.’ They thought they hid it perfectly under the alchemy photo. The only card they strategically placed in their organized chaos of a spread. But alas, Rook was right.
While other cards would occasionally over lap on the edges and cut off a little of the picture. You were able to make out the whole photo.
Most would be fine with this, not wanting to intrude, seem rude rude or bossy. But Rook Hunt is not most people, non! He is a lover of all things beautiful and so he will not have his eyes robbed of you, his precious prey.
"Are you not going to fix the cards? It seems more are being covered. If you would like I could even-"
"Not a chance" Yuu mumbled with a a small chuckle, Rook's eyes narrowed slightly at that. "I wouldn't trust you not to take one"
Rook almost looks offended, glove to his chest and hat in disbelief. Almost. But he is Rook Hunt.
Rook laughs, surrendering "I merely jest Trickster. But at the same time, all photos and cards must be shown, non? That was our little agreement, was it not?"
Steele clashes with green as they glare daggers into the vice house warden, but they relent with a roll of their eyes. Spreading out the cards a bit more into more obvious piles, Yuu began separating the photo cards from each other.
The picture of you and Grim sleeping, wrapped in dull earthy blankets and your head on Yuu’s gifted fluffy white pillow. The white of the pillow that highlighted your soft sleeping features. Was actually hiding a photo of you elegantly staring at yourself applying chapstick in the mirror above the rusted Ramshackle sink.
A photo of you concentrating on homework with your pen tapping against the table and your lower lip being chewed on . Was covered by a photo of you staring out the window, a more atmospheric, aesthetic photo than a face photo. But Rook still marveled at how easily you fit in the ledge of the window, gazing longingly at the whizzing broomsticks of the spelldrive players.
A wish that could never come true, trust tragic.
Rook hadn't realized you were interested in Spell Drive, or sports.
There were even some.. risqué photos in the mix. The outlined silhouette of you in the shower, curtains too thin and battered to hide anything. Was covering a sneaky photo of you changing.
'This one was taken with the ghost camera' Yuu had told him whilst they were setting up, a coy grin on his face.
But this card- this card was the one that Yuu refused to show Rook. His hand resting a top of blurry photo of you. A purposefully lower quality photo.
Rook knew that whatever was underneath that blurry photo of you blowing hot air into your hands, bundled up in Harveston wool was hiding thee card.
Yuu's fingers hovered over the card for a second. Glancing up at Rook with a defeated sigh, they slowly inched their pointer finger to the edge of the card, then slightly past where a microscopic inch of the other card showed. Gold on white, Yuu really should have planned this out better.
"A expert hunter knows to leave the best traps in plain sight" Rook's comment halted Yuu from sliding the card from under its cover. They peered up at the vice house warden Yuu's face was stolid, simply going back to carefully sliding the card out.
"Oh!" Rook gasped, being drawn to the card like a magnet. His hand slammed down to catch himself as he was now on his knees. His spine stretched as he refused to kneel on any photo of you, and a mental timer started a he moved the pressure from his palm to his fingers to not disturb Yuu's cards. The same cards that jumped in shock from the impact of Rook's hand slamming down inches away from them.
His eyes hungrily lapped up every inch of the candid photo. Corners, fine details, and scratches had no chance of hiding themselves from the eyes of a Hunt as he traced along the curve of the Scarabia beams then to the bloated pillows and draping silks.
The photo was plucked from his view as Yuu held it protectively against their chest with a serious pout. "This card" they point to with their free hand, "is the only card no up for trade, anything else is free game"
Did you know Rook is also a bargain hunter?
"Now Yuu, it would be selfish and inhumane to keep such a treasure to yourself you must know. I saw you eyeing that gardening photo, and the ice cream one. Why not have both for the small price of that card, hm?" He smiled, removing his hat.
Yuu's nose scrunched, like they were disgusted at the proposal as they rejected him again.
No worries, there's always plan B.
Yuu watched him take off his hat with a quizzical look. They could see the goading in Rook face just begging them to ask him what in twisted wonderland is he doing now.
Placing his hat upside down in his palm, making sure Yuu was watching Rook put his hand inside the hat, a white laminated paper was held card vigilantly between his middle and pointer finger. A triumphant smirk on his face at Yuu's scrunching eyes brows.
"Pot calling the kettle black" Yuu sneered with an impatient huff, Rook could only chuckle in agreement.
"It would seem that way to one without the knowledge of a hunter,"
He turned the photograph around causing Yuu's eyes to widen immediately, copying Rook's reaction verbatim as Yuu's face is an ever changing mosaic of emotions. So vastly changing like a kaleidoscope rook doesn't know where to start in identifying them.
""However, Monesuir trickster, it was not a photo at the time we went up here, it was merely a white, empty film. I had completely forgot I had it in there with all the fun I was having downstairs, that I had forgot to check if it developed into a photo! Haha! And these photos need dark environments to properly develop, non?" Rook eyes the prefect's twitching hand, feeling watched he found the Trickster staring back at him.
"What do you say? Ghost photo of our precious prefect blowing out the candles and smelling at the camera merrily. Surrounded by friends and balloons, party favors and- look! little Monsieur Hirsute is there too! How wonderful that the photo captures young friendships in bloom of you and the o-"
"Cut the crap Rook. Let's talk trading cards" The trap has activated, and entrapped its target. Rook plays along with his faux shock reaction at the sudden change in tone, smoothed out to a mischievous one.
"Happily” Rook chirped getting comfortable. Yuu merely sighs as they brush their bangs from their forehead, they bounce back in defiance.
'Alchemy photo, Birthday Photo, Garden Photo, anddddd" Yuu tapped their chin thoughtfully trailing off. "The Halloween photo"
Rook laughed "All for that one photo card, that doesn't seem like a fair trade, est-ce que c'est?"
Yuu shifted, a scuttled creek leaving as they adjusted themselves to lean protectively over their treasure as they challenge the deadpan vice house warden. A growing sneer on their face as they start ranting.
"Do you know how hard it was to get this card? The amount of effort I went into? You didn't even get invited to the event so this is the only glimpse of her like this you'll ever see again.”
Rook chuckles, clicks his tongue mockingly thrice times. [I just wanted to write it like that heheheh] "Who said I wasn't invited?"
"The invite list." Yuu didn’t even look at him while they were still fixing some cards, the master card still in their mitts.
He sighs dramatically "Such trifling things, invite lists, tu n'es pas d'accord avec moi ? Yet you seem to forget I have eyes all over, as there is beauty everywhere, especially wherever (name) goes."
"Yet she everywhere I go, no? How many times has she left my side since the school year? Once, thrice? A hunter leaves their best trap in plain sight, yes?" Yuu fiddles with the card. In truth, Yuu is more than capable of parting with this card. Having already saved a copy- multiple copies because shared investments blah blah blah.
This was a still frame photo. The birthday one however, had been taken with the ghost camera. You were moving, interactive. Yuu remembers the big bear hug they crushed you with as soon as you blew out your candles, oblivious to the flash photography as your other friends crashed into you.
But no, this- this was taken before your friends and your shared friends jumped on you with love.
Yuu needs that photo and they needed it now.
No Rook did not go to the party, it saddens him greatly that he couldn't celebrate something in your honor with you- yet here he is at your birthday! That's progress! Yay! :)
He hopes he doesn't miss any events in the future and grows closer to you. You truly fill his heart with child-like joy he knew as a kid. The days without worry, without strife.
The only thing Rook would have to worry about was the dinner bell and getting to the table first.
Now? He has the weight of being responsible for his future. While he is grateful for experiencing the life he has. Sometimes, he wishes he could go back to when he was little, and after having big bowl of the Hunt Family Soup, curl into his siblings for a quick nap.
Rook is not one for escapism. He and many of the students at the school face all their problems with a head held high and one foot in front of the other. It’s admirable, everyone constantly challenging and pushing each other, having battles in any and all ways to prove that you’re superior. Yet in the same breath, Rook can easily count the scores of victims because of this dog-eats-dog environment.
You either eat the other losers to become a winner or die. Even if you have to pretend. Everyday he watches people put on masks to fit it, survive the halls of NRC.
You had shown up to a halloween party as yourself. Which Rook adores, but, he sees how you struggle. Between the mask and yourself, yin and yang.
Rook understands the need to chameleon oneself for survival, he does.. He wishes for you to never be anyone but you, no matter how hard it is. Because you do not know the effect you have on people, on him. The warmth, the energy you give off- it’s understanding, empathy, compassion, for people who surely deserve none of it.
You have the ability to rope others into your world of, well ‘nonsensical creativity.’ For a college full of the world's next top mages, yeah, it's considered nonsense. But imagination? Wanderlust? These poor souls have no idea the elixir of life that’s here at this very school. Rook was always good at keeping secrets, believe it or not. And you were NRC's best kept secret.
Take example A; Riddle Rosehearts,
voted number 2 for party pooping
Who had a stick lodged so far up there he’s become pinocchio
A student who loathed you at first sight <3 after accidentally breaking the tea cup the mouse used and running away from panic, Riddle tried everything to collar you. But was unable to because you were magicless, much to his… resentment? anger? He had no problem with non magic users.. until he couldn’t collar you.
Riddle Rosehearts who used to hate you with an unimaginational passion, now invites you for weekly tea parties, study sessions and unbirthdays parties along with Yuu.
And the evidence shows Riddle much more relaxed after hanging out with you. His clenched jaw was slack and his shoulders taking a break. Riddle is seen to be more relaxed after hanging out with you than after he hangs out with Trey- his closest friend from childhood. Just what the sevens did you do?! How did you manage that switch? Especially for someone as… situationally cowardly as you?
Even at the vice house warden meetings, which yes, at first everyone ignored you and scorned you . But now? They’re bringing gifts for you! Trying to entice you to cone to the meetings in spite of your the anxiety because- look! a really tasty fruity drink jade made talyored to your tastes! you’d be a doll to tell him what you think after the meeting- whoops he’s gone! Go find him.
Or- a pastry from your home world Trey constructed himself from just the description?! Trey offers to make them with you sometime! Until Jamil comes in with the best food you’ve had period and tells you about Kalim wanting to play mancala with you that night.
See! Look how caring, considerate, benevolent and generous they are now. All because of you! You had changed their hearts! Helped them find goodness and peace in themselves. Theyre ready to start carving another, better path and have a positive outlook on life! or whatever.
Actually, no. Rook takes that back. As he thinks about the what fate of the kid Jade was dragging behind the corner by the foot met. Disappearing with a small ‘shoo’, gloved finger to his lips as his eyes mutate before Rook’s very own.
It will forever be a mystery to him, what happened to that kid. But the scratch marks on the lower corner of the wall Rook saw Jade casually painting over early the next morning, was all he needed. Jade greeted him with the politeness of a moray eel, yet has a soft spot enough for you to start share a garden with.
[It's Jade's equivalent to sharing, you get to grow 1 thing. As in singular. ONE.. You don understand. You’re only growing ONE carrot. ONE flower seed. SINGULAR- until the plot of land opens next to Jade’s that is 😶🌫️]
Wonderfull dreamy nonesense as you forget about the world for a minute and just do whatever feels right. If that's watching videos, reading, acting and fooling around, telling him one of the many stories you create and craft up in that brain of yours. Created and thought out so cleverly that it was obvious the amount time and effort you put into your stories and scenarios.
There is a hidden world inside of you that Rook selfishly desires to unlock and explore. He doesn't wish to plunder it or take it for himself like.. others. Non. He simply wishes to be there with you as you get lost in your thoughts, coming back to reality with a new story to tell him or another plot to add to one of your many ongoing ones.
He wishes to create with you. To experience all sides of you whether you deem them beautiful or ugly. There is nothing ugly about being human, only rawness. And sometimes, raw autnethicty is a threat to others who are jealous, or insecure believe it or not. They do not feel comfortable to be themselves so they must put you, his dear muse down by projecting.
So if looks could kill, Yuu would be dead as any trace of light from the blonde's eye are gone. Rook has successfully reevaluated the threat in front of him. His signature smile feels wrong yo wear on his shadow hidden face.
"It seems you've been after this... prey for some time..."
Rook leaned back, calm and collectively he curls into himself as his-
"What are you guys doing? Shouldn’t you be downstairs-“
SHIT.
“- They’ve turned to party games n what not and I realized you two were missing, so I went to find y- hey are those cards!”
BUSTED.
like rat's caught trying to steal the cheese, the selfish hunter's cleanly gathered their cards, Yuu taking longer a certain card fly out from their chunky deck.
Watching the card cartwheel through the air a spiritual thing, Rook decided. In slow motion like all the best scenes in movies, where secretor dangerous, or comical (his favorite) object flies through the air as chaos ensues. Partnered by a beautiful foreign song. Your smiling facing winked at him as it reached its peak. His gloved hand comically flew to his chest, his sinister expression morphing into a playfully shocked and flattered expression, like a chameleon changing colors. A silent 'oh la la, comme c'est scandaleux.' escpaing his lips as the card started twirling.
With a confident step, to jumps up, his hat jumping slightly from the movement, he his now standing.
Fixing his hat to be secure on his beautiful blonde hair, the photo was expertly maneuvered back into the to the pocket inside the hat.
Rook, with the experience of Ruggie, tucks the fat plum velvet pouch inside his jacket. His gloved hands in and out as if he were simply adjusting his jacket. But Yuu's steely eyes knew the truth. The Industrial Revolution clashes with nature as Rook swiftly makes his way over to your crouching form, alas he was too late! He spent too much time admiring your beauty that he had forgotten that the card was going towards you like a moth to a flame. well, like a rook to yoi actually.
Wooden floor boards groaned as Rook's confident strut drowns out Yuu's clumsiness.
“je suis désolé mon ami, we meant to be quick as a jacket rabbit in concluding our business, but you should be downstairs with your guests, non? They would surely miss your company.”
You stayed as still as a frog on a lily pad, the tippy toes you were trying to balance on doing nothing to help your aching thighs. And now you have to deal with a looming Rook over you. Urgh
You looked up at him with a sigh, blinking back at him with an unimpressed look.
He waved the white flag as he chuckles, arms bent in surrender.
"I merely jest, my muses I know parties are overstimulating, no? Especially one in your honor! Everyone is just dying to talk to you- and with good reason! You-"
Rook's face sours as his poetic serenade was rudely interrupted. But he would never let you see that side of his, non non! but he has no problem whipping around to glare at his new rival, who walked past him and to right to your side. Just like he said.
Rook's gloves cried as the seams did everything they could from popping, with how hard he was clenching his fists. He was sure that if he wasn't wearing gloves his perfectly manicured nails would go straight through his callouses.
Yuu's impish smirk and roguish features only taunted him further, mocking him-
Ah
His eyes widen,
He understands it now.
"Woah!" like the fire cracker you were, you stood up and showed them the photo card. It may be that birthday glow, but you were absolutely beatific as you checked their reactions. Eyes scrunched like crescent moons as your cheeks puff up. Rook spots a piece of lettuce in your teeth and internally mourns the photo card that could've been.
One that not even yuu had..
"This is the best picture of me- wait that's me right" you look back at the card making a few uneasy noises before showing them again, perplexed. "This is me, right?”
"of course!" Rook beats Yuu in responding, going to your other side to look over your shoulder.
And there you were, smiling with out a care in the world. Rook had never seen you look so care free, happy, whoever you were with made you feel safe in a way that you do not feel with him, with any of the guys at NRC really- except for Kalim. The bubbly house warden brought out a side of you that is… you. He made you feel safe, cared for. Yes he makes you feel poor and stressed but, you’ve never laughed more than when you were with Kalim. He was the one to be graced with your belly aching laughter, body trembling rocking as your head bobbled like a bobbled head at a joke he told.
And that's exactly where you were, sitting in the Scarabia lounge dressed in beautiful scalding sands silks and fabrics. Jewelry clung to you and glinted in the photo. You looked at home in luxury, Rook noted. You were absolutely glowing under the pale moon light, golden lanterns and dorm colored streamers and banners hung behind you.
The golden chalice you were gripping was tilted side ways as dark red liquid was captured fleeing from the glass, catching moments before disaster struck.
But you were so happy, so beautiful. Not like with the riff-raff that picked on you, not with any of the house or vice house wardens (besides Kalim). This was a part of you that you kept hidden, private. Only gracing the lucky few with your vulnerable heart and chiming laughter. There was a cut off leg in the photo on the bottom right corner. Baggy black pants that too many of the Scarabia students wore, making it impossible to uncover the photographer.
"Wow, who knew I looked like this when I laughed that hard" you ran a hand through your hair and propped a hip so your hand could rest on it. Waving the card in front of the three of you, you looked up at the two with a cheeky grin.
"But what are you two doing with it? And who took this?"
"A birthday gift- for you!" Yuu smiled, nudging Rook from behind your back.
"Oui! We" He glanced at Yuu "- had thought that you would like a photo of you in the way we and the photographer see you"
He leans in closely, head next to yours. You move away slightly from the sudden addition in your personal space bubble, but Rook does not mind, at least you are letting him near you!
A win is still in a win in his book.
“And how is that?” you hummed.
“The sun.”
Your smile faltered, pearls whites taken off display as you turn back to the card, brushing a thumb over your face, you frown at a confession.
"No, I-"
Before you could finish your sentence, Yuu's hand flies over your mouth as you're forced to look at the black haired prefect.
"Don't talk about yourself like that. You look beautiful. Always."
Rook coughed, interrupting the moment as you furrowed your brows at the sudden confession.
"You have been away from your guests for far too long! We must go grace them with your divinity in hopes that they can see the heaven that I see and feel every time I gaze upon your ethereal, wondrous self"
Two hands find themselves on your back as you wiggle out of the hold.
"Hey!"
"Let us go down together!”
"Knock it off Rook- Ahaha”
Rook's gloved hand's kept threatening to touch you as you expertly dodged each outreaching palm. Contorting and squirming, you hadn't even realized Rook had herded you out of the room and down the hallway until you had made it to the steps- well. More like slipped on the first step.
Rook's eyes widen as he lunged to grasp your circling arms that were working over time to keep you from falling. The picture had slipped from your grasp and fluttered down the stairs like a leaf falling from a great, mighty oak. Sailing through the air, the little card brushed the banister, again in slow motion as it falls over the edge. Landing softly after an egregious journey.
Yet that was the last priority as Rook's hand had grabbed your blazer, and with all the strength in his body pulled you against his strong chest. His muscular arms trapping you in an Iron Maiden as you both pant. You're looking up at him with those wide, nervous eyes he save the first day he met you.
Your chests moved together like an engine, you inhaled and he exhaled, you exhaled and he inhaled. The adrenaline still pumping through your veins made your pupils dilate to twice their normal size.
Some silly, lovesick part of Rook wants to think that they're dilating because you're looking at him Gazing at him with that awed expression.
A bead of sweat would fall from your hair line, and your body would get hotter, warming the hunter's soul as he is able to embrace you.
He wanted to say, 'I would never allow anything to happen to you, remember that my little muse.'
But he couldn't, because that didn't happen.
His finger tips were inches, millimeters from the tip of your blazer, the pure agony on his face as you two lock eyes. Rook swore he saw your soul. before a faster, gloveless hand thrusted itself out of the slow motion frame, grabbed your blazer in a bunching handful, and roughly tugged you from the ledge.
Rook's boots skidded as he found himself about to fall over the same ledge, his infamous reaction time allowing him to bend halfway and shoot himself back with a steadying step. If it was anyone but Rook? They’d surely have fallen and broken their neck on the harrowing Ramshackle stairs.
He was okay, he didn't fall. You didn't fall.
Everything was okay now, so why did he feel like a veil of dread has been meticulously draped over him. Non, something was wrong.
A startling revelation shoot through his chilled veins like alcohol as he snapped to look at you.
You were shaking like a leaf in Yuu's protective hold, arms squeezing you into them as you squeezed just as hard. Rook had half the thought to think that you were trying to get under each other’s skin
And Yuu, the bastard had an evil, uncanny smile. Their eyes cut in half in disturbing moons, face enraptured in shadows as their Steele eyes bore through the darkness. Stabbing Rook's soul as he watched Yuu continue funneling you words of affirmations, comfort, lies.
Rook had only meant to give you a gentle nudge, a playful nudge to get you more comfortable with the hunter. He did- he didn't mean for this to happen. He should have listened- but Rook never makes mistakes, oversights like this. He is, if not, thee most observant and perceptive person at the college, there is no way he could've missed the stairs. How could this... non, he must take responsibility for his actions.
Yuu's swirling eyes snapped to behind, past Rook. Their smile souring as they locked onto whatever was behind Rook. Caught in an invisible trap, Rook could only akin himself to the countless prey he has trapped and hunted. He had never thought or imagined that he would be the one tricked, hunted and gutted, left out to die and forgotten.
This was all wrong.
Emeralds started to vibrate as they slowly lost their gleam, their shine and luster. Dulled from the erratic, buzzing shaking- they stopped when he stepped forward. Your head turned slightly at the long creek.
No longer in the crevice of their shoulder and chest, Rook could see the streaks of tears running down your trembling face.
Sadness. Pure unadulterated sadness was the only way Rook could explain the message your eyes held for him.
Hurt, betrayal, confusion all mixed together in a bottomless, dark pit and swirled and traveled itself to your brain. That big beautiful brain of yours working over time trying to understand what just happened.
"My mu-"
"You've done enough Rook, I'm gonna go back with Mc to their room, how about you go tell Grim to entertain the guests while I'm gone?"The smile never returned to their face. Rook wishes it did as he could feel the
Rook could do nothing as he watched you dissolve into the shadows with the Ramshackle Prefect, a last doe eyed glance before you walked with Yuu. And then you were gone.
The tension in Rook's body kept him rooted to the wooden floor. Thoughts raced a mile a mile in his head, like an army of arrows being released. His mind was panicking forte first time in years, aggressive, vile French seeped from his brain and subconsciously to his lips as he began to softly chant his foreign curses.
His neck cracked as he snapped to look at who the sudden intruder pest is. As the creaking gets closer, a tuff of red poofy hair bounces with each step.
It was Ace. Yuu's best friend..
His face looked haunted, like he couldnt believe what he just saw. Rook feels the same way.
Ace was the poster boy for the 'boy next door troupe,' constantly getting into mischief, charming, cocky yet helpful, funny, an asshole with a sweet kid.... Okay so he's not the boy next door, but the asshole down the street instead. He'd been one of your biggest problems; back handed compliments, teasing, pranks, Ace would say that he couldn't help himself! And how funny your reactions were as Deuce disapproves and Yuu comforts you.
As always.
“I.. saw it too.”
The stifling silence was lifted the moment he heard Ace's voice. Like the moment another entered the space, some sort of spell was lifted. He slowly started hearing the laughs and chatter from just below. His eyes regaining the humanity that happened to slip away for a moment as he greeted the junior.
"We must not talk here" Rook whispered as he passed the freshman on the stairs, side stepping him, their blazers not even brushing as Rook decided on a next objective that night. That minute.
That he was no longer going to hunt you for himself, but for you. It his duty, his obligation as a admirer of everything beautiful to help free le petit oiseau piégé dans une cage dorée
HOLY SHIT NO WAY I WROTE A WHOLE MINI FIC IN ONE GO!!
*boogies* no I'm not back but.. im just haunting.
i really hope you enjoyed this sneak peek at Yuu’s gradual mental decline! it’s only going to get worse from here!
yes yuu had something to do with the hallway situation.
Hi it’s me again! sorry if I annoy you by asking another question about the adult trio kids but is it ok if I ask how do the kids spend their free time? (I’ve been obsessed with this au 😭🤚)
- When the kids have free time between training and education, they tend to spend it playing or trying to get their parents to play. Occasionally they will go and bother their grandfather, their great-grandfather, and their great^3 grandfather.
- Bunny will happily join their little games, but they are the progeny of three vicious and powerful men, so they usually have to tone the game down or move slower so their mother can keep up. Even as young kids, the octuplets are faster and far more wily than their mother can usually handle, so they go easy on Bunny whenever she joins their games. They adore their mother, but they know their mother is not on the same physical level as their fathers so they become far more gentle and loving whenever their mother joins in the games.
- When Hisoka, Chrollo, or Illumi joins the game, usually the octuplets have to step it up quite a bit. In Illumi's eyes, it is a great chance to train the octuplets and test their abilities through the guise of play. To Chrollo, he usually uses these games to take gauge of the octuplets Nen abilities and development of Nen. For Hisoka, he just likes the fact he can be unhinged and- so long as he doesn't injure any of the kids- he can tousle and be rough without Bunny getting mad at him.
- When Kurome and Shirome (oldest with red eyes and black hair, and the youngest with blue eyes and white hair) go and bother Silva, Zeno, or Maha, it is actually approved of. Shirome has the clear Zoldyck genes of the white hair and blue eyes, and Kurome is the eldest of the eight, so them seeking their elders out allows for them to get more tutelage on being the head of the Zoldyck family. The elder Zoldycks feel that if Killua doesn't want to return, Illumi will take the mantle of head temporarily before Shirome or Kurome can officially take the title as head of household. Kurome is the eldest of the eight, so he is a good potential for head of house. Shirome has the mark of a prodigy by having white hair and blue eyes, so he is the ideal next head of house.
- If their parents and grandparents+ are busy, the octuplets will torment the staff. Much like cats practicing pouncing, they will use the butlers as target practice and will take turns sneaking up on/ startling the butlers. Some butlers- Tsubone and Gotoh- know fully that the octuplets are stalking them in the shadows and will exaggerate their reactions the same way mother tigers react to their cubs pouncing in order to encourage their skill development.
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