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Letter 1:
11 Solace, 9:48 Dragon
I really do not know why I’m writing this. Maybe because the act of saying it all out loud will make me look like I am some crazed mage possessed. But I know keeping it in will just push me over some kind of edge.
So, I guess, I will just look like an idiot and sit here, writing some letter that will be another scattered paper on the streets.
If any one of them read this, I think that edge would turn far more literal than metaphorical.
I’m stalling on a piece of fucking paper. *strike through* (dont talk to the fucking paper)
I feel ungrateful, I guess. Most would say I should be privileged to sit where I sit. To be a Talon, to finally be equal amongst the others. To have that trust in the family placed on me. But… fuck really at what cost?
The sleepless nights of training, the beatings and moments where it felt they were just wanting to torture you to see if you could take the pain. Eating and never truly knowing if what you're putting in your mouth will end in you needing to rush to find some stupidly hidden antidote somewhere. You know what sucks? Everything i eat now tastes like ash. Like every taste bud has just died.
It has to be worth it, right?
It has to be worth something. Fuck I don't know.
This is stupid.
Stupid Crows, stupid me, stupid piece of paper.
At least I have a home. Maybe that is what this is for.
Maybe the contract tomorrow will be easy. How do you shut up to paper?
Letter 2:
13 Solace, 9:48 Dragon (why date if not wanting to be found?)
Pequeña cuervo.
(I assume because this is a Crow hideout…well was, I think you're the first to use it in a long while.)
I will agree, if any other Crows read your whimpering, the end might be an easier reality to handle. I can give you tips, though. Since falling from high places isn't exactly the most elegant way to go.
Wait, maybe I shouldn't write that.
Sorry.
I know the price seems steep. And the food is shit no matter what. Most Crows can't cook worth a damn. I can recommend some spices to help. There is a medicine I know to help taste too.
You find worth somehow. It took time for me, but I found it.
I hope your contract went well.
P.S. I did find this on the street. In front of the gutter to this building. You may want to dispose better. But I won't tell.
“… Because you’re the most beautiful thing that I laid my eyes upon.” He responded.
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.
We have been together 1 month now since the day he said that. Those words kept repeating themselves in my head the moment I started to doubt myself again. Using it as some sort of comfort so I can go through the day without feeling bad about myself.
But why can’t I believe that this is true? I took some fresh air that the outside world provided. Making my headache slightly lighter. I didn’t want him to see me like this. So I’ve been avoiding Rook today as I needed some time to think about this without him questioning why I wanted some time. I knew which classes he had today and I went through hallways he normally wouldn’t take to go to those classes. I didn’t come to the cafeteria. I did everything I could to not see him. Only responding to his messages to tell him that I was fine.
As I walked around the school I kept thinking about the things I don’t like about myself and how every time I did this he would come up to me and tell me that it isn’t true. That I’m beautiful. I believed this without problems for the first two weeks, but the more I get reminded that he thinks there’s beauty in everything, the more his words repeat themselves, the more he tells me that I’m just beautiful, the more the word lost it’s meaning to me.
I sometimes ask why he likes me or how he thinks that I’m beautiful. I’m normal, have no power or magic. I’m just some random person who somehow got into this world and was allowed to stay inside a rundown dorm. I probably have to leave soon too. Back to my world where I won’t be able to see him. I thought to myself as I walked towards Ramshackle dorm, not noticing the tears that threatened to fall at these thoughts.
As I walked up the steps I was stopped by a figure calling out to me in a voice I know too well. As I looked back to see the handsome vice dorm leader from Pomefiore smiling gently at me.
“Ma tulipe, I haven’t seen you all day. Are you feeling okay?” He asked.
I looked back to see him. A few feet between us as a cool breeze went by us. His mesmerizing green eyes looking at me. I kept silent as he walked closer to me.
“I have noticed you’ve been avoiding me all day ma tulipe. Did I do something wrong?” He asked a hint of worry noticeable in his voice.
“… You did nothing wrong Rook.” I said not wanting him to feel worried or guilty for no reason.
He examined my face as I said that. “You don’t seem to be happy ma tulipe. Do you want to talk about it?”
I was quiet again. My thoughts going all over the place. Should ask what he sees in me? What he’ll do if I eventually have to leave? If he wants me to stay here in this world with him? I sighed and shook my head looking away slightly. Not wanting to cry over stupid thoughts like these. Especially not in front of him.
“No. We don’t need to talk.” I said, my tone of voice not being very convincing.
He frowned slightly. “Y/N, please look at me when you say this.” He said. I turned my head back to him the tears that I have been holding in for a little while falling. Staining my cheeks and the floor beneath me.
He looked worried hugging me as a response to me crying. Trying to comfort me.
“Ma tulipe, I know when there’s something wrong please tell me what has been bothering you.” He said in a calm gentle tone. He pulled back to look at me waiting for me to talk.
I breathed in deeply. “Rook… What would you do if I can’t stay here, in this world, with you? Why do you actually like me when you know that I don’t even belong here? Do you think that I’m just beautiful? Is that why you like me?” I asked my voice slightly cracking. “I just don’t see why you would bother being with someone like me.”
This not being the first time I asked. I always get the same response to why he likes me, but just being beautiful according to him has lost its meaning.
He smiled softly at me as I embraced myself to hear the same short answer he always gave me. “Because you’re beautiful.” Is what I would’ve expected, but I didn’t get that this time.
“Ma tulipe, you’re not just beautiful to me. You’re more than that. There are just no words that can explain how magnificent you are to me. You mean the world to me. You are the most important person in my life. You are talented and kind. There’s a reason why I call you tulipe. Only you warm my heart and brighten my day like the tulips that bloom in the sun’s warmth and light during spring. You are the only person I have these feelings for.” He responded.
Him saying something else this time made me slightly surprised. As I looked at him making eye contact.
“But what will you do when I have to leave. I don’t know if I’m allowed to stay here and I don’t want you to leave your home here.” I said.
“My home is a place where I can be myself. Where I can be happy and secure.” He said as my heart slightly sunk at his words.
“That place is wherever you are ma tulipe. I wouldn’t feel happy or comfortable without you since you are my life and my happiness.” He started wiping the tears away as he gave my forehead a kiss.
“I know you have a hard time seeing the beauty I see in you and I’ll show you what I mean from now on.I love you ma tulipe. That will never change.” He said pulling me for a hug.
“… I love you too Rook.” I said, hugging him back as we didn’t talk anymore. Just enjoying the warmth of the hug. Not hearing rustling leaves and the wind around us as if we both were the only ones that stayed in the world. The tears that were staining my cheeks already stopping as a smile crept up my face.
(not my gif, found it on google can’t find who made it)
anon: Hey I'm so happy to know that you accept requests about Rook cause he needs more love. I love your imagine of Colson teaching the reader guitar. Could you possibly do the same with rook and the reader except with drums. Like maybe she was watching him practice or something and then he teacher her maybe her sitting on his lap? Idk just some really cute stuff.
a/n: thought this was kinda cute but i didnt wanna make it too similar to the colson guitar one so no established relationship
wc: 900+
“Stop staring, you’re being creepy.”
“What?” You asked, sitting up from your slumped position on the couch to face Colson who was next to you.
“You’re staring and it’s creepy. Stop.” He chuckled, not looking up from his phone.
“Am not.” You mumbled.
“Are too. The only reason Rook can’t tell is ‘cause he’s really into it.” Colson said, pointing at the drummer in question.
Rook was going crazy on the drums, in-ears in place and head banging with the beat. You had been watching him for who knows how long, it was so hypnotizing. And also you might have a little crush on him but that didn’t matter at all.
“I wasn’t tryna be creepy, it’s just that-”
“He’s drumming, I know.” Colson rolled his eyes with a smirk on his face. You had been friends since Colson’s first tour and your bias towards drummers didn’t go unnoticed by him. “Go talk to him and stop being creepy.”
“But-”
“Go! If you don’t, I’ll set him up with someone and you can spend the rest of tour being a little bitch.”
You gasped and narrowed your eyes at him. “You wouldn’t dare.”
“Watch me.” Colson smiled devilishly, eyes sparkling. “Hey Rook!” Your eyes grew wide at his words. Rook obviously heard nothing, but Colson loved watching you try to figure out what to do. “If you don’t do something, I’m gonna keep calling and you know he’s gonna hear me at some point.”
You looked at Colson and then over at Rook, and then back at Colson and back over at Rook. You rolled your eyes and let out a little sigh. “I fucking hate you.” You groaned as you stood up.
“You love me.” Colson laughed, taking a pillow off the couch and throwing it at your ass as you walked away. “Go get ‘em, tiger!”
You threw your middle finger up at him as you walked over to Rook and you could hear Colson cackling behind you.
When you approached Rook, you couldn’t bring yourself to interrupt him. You were satisfied with just watching him bust it out on the drums, it almost felt like you were living vicariously through him. But staring up close was even more weird than staring at him from the couch, so you shook yourself out of it.
“Rook.” You said, hoping to get his attention, but that didn’t seem to work. “Rook!” You raised your voice. Still nothing. So you tapped his shoulder and that seemed to finally get his attention.
It was almost like he was woken up from a trance the way he got so confused and looked at his surroundings. But when he looked at you he smiled so big, like he was glad it was you interrupting him and not anyone else. “Hey, y/n. What’s up?”
“Uh, so…” You started, not knowing where to go with this. “I’ve been bugging Kells to give me drum lessons for ages, but he’s an asshole. I was hoping maybe you could teach me?”
“You wanna learn how to drum?” Rook asked, standing up and taking out one of his in-ears.
“Yeah, I’ve always wanted to but I’ve never really had the chance.” You shrugged.
“No shit. I’d love to teach you. Come here.” Rook leaned back and pulled an extra stool out from behind him and put it right behind the first one. He sat down and patted the stool in front of him. “Sit here and we can start.”
“Oh right now?” You asked.
“Yeah, right now.” Rook chuckled. You giggled and sat down in front of him, trying so hard not to overreact when he pulled you closer into his chest. He placed his drum sticks in your palms and took out his phone. “Alright, so I’m gonna play a song and I want you to listen carefully. Try to connect what I hit on the drums to what you hear in the song, okay?”
You had never thought of it like that before and it made you want to try your hand at it even more. But your heart fell into your stomach when Rook took your closed fists into his hands to start. You knew it was coming but damn, those hands were something else. You were never one to drool over a guy’s hands before, but wow.
As he led you with each beat of the drum and each crash of the cymbals, you almost forgot of his hands holding yours and his chest behind you. Actually sitting behind the drum set this time instead of watching from afar was blowing your mind. You always wished to understand how Rook felt on stage every night and you could almost taste it.
When the song was over, you felt yourself start deflating before you realised what just happened. Rook held you practically in his arms for three minutes and seven seconds. You let go of the drum sticks and let them fall into Rook’s hand and turned to face him.
Before he could say anything, you put your hand on his chin and led him into a kiss. His eyebrows shot up at the surprise, but he was anything but against it. He let the drum sticks in his hands clatter to the floor as he pulled you closer to him.
What you would later come to find out is that Colson was filming this entire interaction.
“Ay, watch this shit. I’m a fucking matchmaker, dude! Hit me up for all your matchmaker needs, I’ll hook you up.”
anon: If you did a fic about rook and girlfriend reader just being chaotic/domestic together on tour or even in the house with all the boys during quarantine .. I would love you forever (I already do but still)
wc: 400
a/n: first rook fic!! thankyou for sending this in love, i hope you like it! love you forever ;) warning implied smut
Colson walked up to Rook’s bunk on the tour bus where he knew you both were. Everyone else was waiting for him in the front of the bus, but he had to make a pit stop first. He knocked twice on the wood next to the bunk and heard a groan in response.
There was a ‘no sex on the bus’ rule in place simply because the bus rocking at ungodly hours got annoying really quickly. But Rook was the only one on the bus in an actual relationship. And you weren’t staying on the bus for the full tour, you only came for a couple days at a time whenever you got days off work. And those days didn’t always coincide with hotel nights.
You two definitely snuck around a bit, and everyone knew and you guys knew that everyone knew. It was a sticky situation all around. It was clear that you both needed alone time, so Colson made a plan to help his brother out.
“Listen, Rook.” He cleared his throat. “We’re heading out for some breakfast. You have the bus to yourself, no driver, for an hour. An hour, you hear me! Use your time wisely.”
Nothing came from the bunk at first, radio silence. Then suddenly you popped out of the bunk and grabbed Colson by the neck. You pulled him into a weird hug with only your torso sticking out of the bunk and your arms around his neck keeping you from falling off. He was going to put his arms around you but he made eye contact with Rook in the bunk and decided against it.
“Oh my god, Kells! Thank you, thank you, thank you!” You squealed. You pulled back, stabilizing yourself on his shoulders. “I could literally kiss you right now.”
“I uh-” Colson stuttered, seeing Rook still staring daggers at him. “I think that’s what you got him for.”
You laughed and ducked back into the bunk, pulling the curtain along with you. Colson could hear you two giggling in there but he didn’t want to hear anything else. As he walked away, he tossed a passing remark behind him, not thinking much of it.
“Don’t fuck on the table! We eat on that shit!”
“Aw fuck! I really wanted to bend you over that fucking table.”
“I heard that, you dirty fucker! I’m bringing a blacklight with me on the way back!”
anon: But one about rook hyping his girl up would hit different oml, like she’s trying to take an insta photo or something
wc: 500+
You smoothed the shirt over your chest and smiled. He was gonna freak. Sneaking around Rook was harder than anticipated, he was very perceptive.
Knowing that if you told him you wanted the shirt he would just get it for you, you ordered it online and waited. The day it arrived, you thanked whoever was watching that he wasn’t the one who answered the door.
He was on the phone with someone in the bedroom, so he didn’t notice you heading into the bathroom with a package. You tried to contain your giddy smile and walked out of the bathroom and towards the large mirror you had set up next to the door.
You took out your phone and posed, trying to get a flattering picture for your Instagram story.
“Yeah, that’s what I was saying! We can make the set a bit longer and add- Oh shit.” Rook stopped once his eyes landed on you and you smiled. Got him. “Hey, I uh- I gotta go. I’ll call you back, alright?” Rook hung up before whoever was on the line could respond. “Wow. You really- damn. Whatcha got there, pretty girl?”
“Some new merch, it came in today. You like it?” You turned and faced him. “It’s this drummer guy, I don’t know if you know him. Hope you’re not jealous, but I totally have a thing for him.”
“I don’t mind, he’s gotta be a great drummer if you’re a fan.” He shrugged as he pulled you closer to him by your waist, playing along with you.
“He’s amazing, I gotta show you some videos sometime. He does this thing where he features girls wearing his shirt on his story. I really hope he puts my picture.” You smiled at him.
“He’d be an idiot not to.” Rook chuckled. “You look really fucking hot with my name on you, pretty girl.”
You pouted and furrowed your eyebrows. “I thought I looked hot all the time?”
Rook rolled his eyes at your teasing and leaned in to place his forehead against yours. “Shut up, you know what I mean.”
Before you could reply, Rook placed his lips on yours. You moaned and leaned into him. No matter how many times you kissed him, it never felt like it was enough. You always needed more, and he was never one to refuse a pretty girl.
The door creaked open behind you but you gave it no mind.
“Guys.” Colson spoke, but you both ignored him. “Guys, come on.” He groaned, yet you both refused to acknowledge his presence. “Can you stop sucking face for five seconds!”
You groaned and pulled away from Rook, rolling your eyes. “What! What do you want, Colson?”
“Rook, we need you downstairs in ten. Travis is coming.” Colson said.
“You couldn’t have texted him that?”
“I could’ve, but I like annoying you.” Colson laughed, sticking his tongue out at you. You flipped him off and he cackled and left. But he popped back in not a second later and pointed at you. “Nice shirt by the way.”
Rook humphed in response. You’ve been cold and distant for the past couple of days after you woke up in his bed one morning. You and him always had a thing that everyone knew was going to develop eventually, so the drunk hook up came as no surprise.
You, however, weren’t as happy about the situation as Rook was. He’s been trying to get you out of the shell you’ve crawled into, but to no avail.
“You wanna head to that store we saw on the way into town with me.”
“Nah, I’m good.”
“Really? It had some things that I think you would like. Even saw some of those-”
“Rook! Please stop, I don’t wanna go anywhere with you!” You spoke sharply. You weren’t exactly loud, but your words shocked Rook into silence. He looked at you with wide eyes, hurt so clearly portrayed in his features.
“What is wrong with you?” Rook said after a few moments of silence, malice in his voice.
“What?”
“What the fuck happened to you? We were friends, you know. You were my friend. Just because you regret hooking up with me doesn’t mean that all those years we had each other were fucking nothing.”
“Oh please.” You scoffed.
“Shut the fuck up! You can’t say that shit! I thought we had something all this time, but I really don’t care right now if it means I lose you as a friend. But you really can’t tell me that you were flirting with me just for shits and giggles.”
“Stop acting like you care!” You burst at him, arms flying out from the little corner of the couch you tucked your whole body into.
“What?” Rook whispered. “What does that mean? I do care.”
“No you don’t! You say all those times we flirted meant something to you but that didn’t stop you from having a groupie in your bed every night. We’re on a fucking tour, Rook! If it’s not your bunk, it’s the hotel room across the hall. I can hear everything. I couldn’t care less if you got with someone when we were friends, but the night after? The night fucking after you slept with me, Rook!”
Rook’s face paled. “I didn’t- I didn’t think-”
“Of course you didn’t! You’re just a stupid boy, like the rest of them. Just because we’re friends doesn’t mean you can play with my fucking emotions.” You rolled your eyes and pushed yourself off the couch. “You were my friend too, you know. So was everyone else in this damn band. You just had to fuck my whole life up for me, didn’t you?”
