#rook x reader

[j0ker-snatch]

𑁯 𓂂 anyone know any good platonic / familiar rook / lilia fics . . pspsp . .

[rotten-despair]

Rook Hunt x reader who struggles with basic hygiene bcs of depression pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

Him with a depressed!reader who's been struggling with basic hygiene

Featuring: Rook Hunt

A/N: hope ur doing ok pookie!! Feel free to reach out and talk if you ever want to 💗💗 tho beware I'm shit at comforting- though I'll gladly listen ❤️‍🩹

rook notices long before you realize he has. that's simply the sort of person he is. he notices details others overlook, tiny changes in habits and routines that most people would never think twice about. at first, it's little things. your hair isn't brushed as often as it used to be. you seem to avoid your reflection whenever possible. there are days when you look exhausted before classes have even begun. the changes are subtle enough that nobody comments on them, but rook quietly files them away. more importantly, he notices the way you carry yourself. the way your shoulders seem heavier than they once were. the way your smiles come a little slower. the way even simple tasks appear to drain you. he doesn't jump to conclusions, nor does he immediately confront you. instead, he watches with growing concern as the weeks pass. eventually, a pattern begins to emerge. you aren't neglecting yourself because you don't care. you're struggling because everything seems difficult right now, including the things that used to be easy.

the thing rook never does is make you feel embarrassed about it. he doesn't point out your appearance in front of others. he doesn't ask uncomfortable questions when you're clearly not ready to answer them. instead, he begins helping in small, almost invisible ways. he keeps spare hair ties with him because you've mentioned losing yours before. if the two of you are studying together and he notices you've forgotten to bring water, somehow a glass appears beside you before you even realize you're thirsty. when he recommends products or routines, he frames them as things he personally enjoys rather than things you should be doing. every gesture is carefully designed to avoid making you feel judged. at first, you don't think much of it. then one day you realize he's been quietly supporting you for weeks without expecting recognition for it. somehow that realization makes your chest ache. because it's one thing to struggle in silence. it's another thing entirely to discover that someone noticed and chose kindness instead of criticism.

the conversation happens after a particularly difficult day. you've spent hours forcing yourself through classes while feeling completely drained. by the time you find yourself sitting beside rook, you're running on fumes. the two of you are talking as usual, or rather, rook is talking while you occasionally contribute a comment here and there. eventually he pauses in the middle of a story and studies you for a moment. there's no judgment in his gaze. no disappointment. just concern. when he gently remarks that you seem tired, you immediately try to brush it off with a joke. the response comes automatically, the same way it always does whenever someone gets too close to the truth. usually it works. this time, however, rook simply smiles. not because the joke was funny, but because he recognizes it for what it is. a shield. the realization makes your stomach twist. suddenly you're aware of how exhausted you are. how tired you are of pretending you're okay. how tired you are of feeling guilty for struggling with things that seem so simple for everyone else.

when the truth finally slips out, it happens all at once. you admit that you're struggling. that some days even basic tasks feel impossible. that there are moments when brushing your hair or taking a shower feels like climbing a mountain. the words leave your mouth before you can stop them, and the second they do, shame immediately follows. you stare at the floor, waiting for him to look uncomfortable. waiting for him to tell you to try harder. waiting for some sign that he thinks less of you now. instead, rook moves a little closer. not enough to crowd you, just enough to remind you that he's there. he listens without interrupting. he listens without trying to immediately solve the problem. most importantly, he listens without making you feel like you've failed somehow. when he finally speaks, his voice is gentle. he tells you that struggling does not make you weak. that there is no shame in finding things difficult when you're carrying so much. that surviving difficult periods of your life is an accomplishment in itself. the words hit harder than you expect. before you know it, tears are slipping down your face. embarrassingly enough, you can't seem to stop them. rook doesn't appear bothered in the slightest. if anything, he looks relieved. as though he's glad you're finally allowing someone else to see how much you're hurting.

after that, things don't magically become easy. recovery rarely works that way. there are still difficult mornings. there are still days when everything feels overwhelming. the difference is that you're no longer facing those days alone. rook continues helping in the quiet ways he always has. he celebrates small victories without making them feel insignificant. if you manage to take care of yourself after struggling for days, he treats it as a genuine achievement because he knows how much effort it required. he never compares your progress to anyone else's. he never makes you feel like you're falling behind. instead, he reminds you that healing isn't a race. some days all you can do is survive, and that's enough. on one particularly difficult evening, after you've spent the entire day fighting through exhaustion just to accomplish a few simple tasks, rook pulls you into a gentle embrace. you instinctively begin apologizing for being difficult, for needing support, for not getting better fast enough. the words barely leave your mouth before he shakes his head. he carefully takes your hands in his and tells you that caring for you has never been a burden. that your worth is not determined by your productivity. that you deserve kindness on your worst days just as much as your best ones. by the time he presses a soft kiss against your forehead, you're crying again, but for once the tears don't feel quite as heavy. for the first time in a long while, you allow yourself to lean against him and simply rest. and rook, patient as ever, stays right there beside you.

[thehorneygremlin]

Ain't no way Rook and MC are playing the Pull out game lmao. Mc boutta get pregnant by presperm

I'm sure there are contraceptives after pulling out, but I don't see rook as the type to try and breed Mc right away . . . Wait for the relationship to get out of the honeymoon phase, maybe a bit longer to see how crazy MC is. then BOOM. 3 kids

[launczelot]

rook comforts you after you miss your cat from your homeworld

a/n: i saw that a lot of people liked my stupid post about him meowing for you so i wrote a crappy little fic building off of that at 12 am sigh

cw: lowercase, bad grammar, gn reader, fluff, slight angst, rook might be ooc, cat referred to as his/her and he/she because i didnt want to just say 'it', ends sort of abruptly

twisted wonderland often offered you no time to think about individual facets of your life, rather giving you the baseline desire to go home in general, a constant ache in your heart. regardless, there did exist times when you yearned for what you had lost by getting sent to the isle of sages, especially now. as grim curled his feline body on your bed in ramshackle dorm, you lightly stroked his silky black fur. moments like these that allowed you the time to think always led you back to things you had missed about your homeworld. in this particular instance, petting grim to sleep reminded you of your own cat at home. a fine kitty companion, your cat was one of the best and cutest parts of your mundane life. you miss your cat often, more so than thinking any other thought in regards to you home. swallowing a dry lump in your throat, you opened up your phone in order to seek comfort from your boyfriend with stalkerish tendencies– rook hunt. his blond bob and french accent had charmed you oddly enough, at least, enough for you to like him enough to consider him romantically. you scrolled to your messaging app and called rook, wishing to hear his dramatic musings, or maybe even get him to sneak over to you to fuss over your sorry state. as soon as you clicked on the call button, in only two rings he picked up his phone. he dedicates himself to the people and things he loves in this way, and it never fails to make your heart flutter. 

“ouah, belle nuit, ma cherie.. what seems to be the matter?” rooks accented voice was deepened due to your call bringing him out of the throes of slumber. even in his tired state, his flowery speech still had a tinge of concern, you didn’t call him this late very often. 

“rook..” you begin softly. you could almost hear him gradually getting more awake in order to better listen to you. 

“oui?” he gently pushed after you trailed off. 

“rook, i.. can you come over? i just- need you right now.” you knew that at your request he’d make haste to be with you, after all, there was no time in the world where he didnt wish to be with you. Within only five minutes of you hanging up the call, he was at your window, tapping on it to get your attention. You got up from your bed as softly as possibly and tiptoed over to the window to open it and let your boyfriend in. you put a finger up to your lips while rook climbed into your room, and once you shut the window behind him as quietly as possible, you turned to whisper to him. 

“let me move grim, one sec,” he nodded sagely to your words and watched as you gently lifted grim up from your bed and onto his cat bed on the floor. 

“i doubt he’ll wake up if we’re quiet” you mused to rook. he said nothing in return, an odd thing for him to do, but this was supplanted by his actions. he put a hand on your waist and the other cupped your face while stroking your cheek with his thumb. he looked at you with deeply feeling eyes and grinned. 

“tell me, mon coeur, what ails you tonight?” the hand on your waist slowly drew you closer as he asked this, until your chests were flush with one another. you could see his freckles, smell his shampoo, feel all of him at once. it was a heady experience, one that you could only get with the likes of rook hunt. taking a breath, you decided to lead him over to your bed and to lay down with him before starting your lament. 

“i just really miss home..” you admitted in a small voice. nestling your head deeper into his neck and breathing in his scent as he held you tighter, you continued. 

“i think mostly, i miss my cat.” rook made a small humming noise to indicate that he was listening. he really was, he loved learning about your old world and what from there made you tick. he rubbed your back up and down to comfort you.

“i was not aware you had a cat in your old world! c’est adorable!” he remarked. 

“yeah, he/she was really one of my best friends. having grim reminds me of him/her. sometimes he helps but sometimes when hes being a little menace he just makes me miss him/her more. tonight made me miss him/her more than usual.” you softly explained into rook’s collarbone. this was the first time you really said anything about this to anyone in twisted wonderland. 

“is there anything i can do to comfort you further, mon coeur?” rook, ever the gentleman, continued to hold you close as he offered you some reprieve. you could feel him pressing soft kisses to your head as he waited for an answer. so patient!

“well… there is something, i guess..” it was a ridiculous idea, theres no way that rook would ever be on board with such a stupid suggestion. 

“...maybe you could…” you continued slowly “meow for me..?” you said almost too quiet to hear. you didnt hear rook say a word, and you internally began kicking yourself for asking for something weird, before you heard him speak.

“it would be a pleasure, mon coeur.” of course he agreed. of course. this was rook hunt, and of course he of all people would be on board with such a stupid idea to fill the cat shaped hole in your heart. you heard him swallow and take a breath. you were practically on the edge of your proverbial seat waiting for him until- you heard a mewl. coming from him, from a place of care and devotion to you, you felt such affection towards him that you began to attack his face by nuzzling it, the same way you did to your cat back at home. the two of you began to roll around in bed, your cuteness aggression being the catalyst of this, and his love for you enabling it. 

“whos my kitty? whos my kitty?” you asked while rubbing your cheek against his. you weren't even trying to be quiet anymore, there was no way grim would sleep through the two of you practically wrestling on your bed. 

“..i am.” rook smiled as he willingly took this mantle and nuzzled you back. you two were an odd bunch for sure.

[vampyvalloria]

The day a ghoul writes a fic with the trope “prey & hunter” with rook but instead of us being the pray,,,he is 🤤 & we are a very awesome huntress and he can’t detect us during it so he’s actually taking this srs

Rook is a freak like that so he would be foaming at the mouth just thinking about it

Do you ghouls see my vision 👀👀

[isolatedseraph]

The concept of Rook with a lover that is the parallel opposite of him..

You; the ever grumpy one, with no taste for all that is beautiful in this world.

And your lover Rook, the theatrical huntsman who can find beauty in the smallest things, even in a small fragile ant that's just walking around..

Even if you can only find hatred in all, Rook will help you find the beauty you deserve, no matter what.

[veiledsweetener]

” Oh là là ! La plus belle chose que j'aie jamais vue ! “

“ order up ! … Rook Hunt x GN!reader coming to table one ! (๑ᵔ⤙ᵔ๑) “ >> pairing :: Rook Hunt x GN!reader >> TW :: none , just fluff (ignore the horrible french , mari egoed me my lessons today) >> tags :: @purezneon || @lotusview (you just get both tagged since you asked on one but i also know your main (ᵕ—ᴗ—))

🏹 :: My ! The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen !

Deep in the halls of the pristine house of Pomefiore lay a love ridden hunter. Rook found the beauty of anything, it was known around by all his housemates and spread around Night Raven College as the year progressed. Yet he couldn’t contain himself when he saw you.

Perhaps it was the smile that lit up the world, or the eyes that glimmered in the sunlight. No, it was everything about you that enamored Rook. You never wavered your opinions, not against any of your friends, or the upperclassmen who’d found you as free bait.

Had Rook known better, he would have stopped lurking around you. He should have stopped, but in the words of Vil, “You seem to be hit with a case of pure love, Hunt. Tilt your head up, that glint in your eyes show you’re on the hunt.” The idea of Vil assisting his lovesick fantasies only spurred him on more into becoming yours.

The day started like every other before, repeating pattern after pattern. The one thing on the hunter’s mind was finding you out in the courtyard. Maybe stalking watching you from the tree wasn’t his brightest ideas. When a rouge branch snapped under his weight, he froze up. Your eyes catching his as you tilted your head.

“are you okay up there…?” You mused with a slight smile. Rook shyly tilted his hat as he gracefully landed on his feet back to ground level.

“pardonne-moi, I meant no offense to your peaceful walk, ma beauté!” He beamed at you. When you curiously took a step towards him, he took the chance to steal your hand and swipe a kiss across your knuckles before letting it fall back to your side.

Your blushing features did nothing to help the pit in his stomach twisting gears just being near an artifact such as you. He gave you one last smile before going on his way.

“Wait- you never gave me your name! Or your reasonings for lurking!” You stopped him in his tracks as he turned back to face you.

“Ah, ma beauté, you’re the most curious! Je m'appelle Rook Hunt, the greatest of all pleasures to be in your presence!” He mused as he tapped his chin. “You’re frowning, a beautiful person such as you should be smiling at all times, it most fits you.”

The meeting seemed to spark something, which couldn’t make Rook anymore ecstatic! You’d been coming over to Pomefiore of your own free will (which not many do), and tagging along even when he talked about the most absurd of things.

It’d all dwindled down to this. Rook had been very, aggressively keen on keeping track of every thing that pleased you and made you excited. The gift bundled in his arms with a tag that read to ‘Trickster of mon cœur’ as he happily awaited your presence in the garden.

When you did arrive, his smile dropped almost instantly into a sudden spell of ‘should I be doing this’ like hours before he hadn’t secretly hit you with his Ultimate Magic to make sure you’d seen his love letter on your desk telling you that the garden had a surprise for you at exactly 11:59 pm sharp. He slipped passed Vil awkwardly like he hadn’t been told he was already told to get the confession out.

You’d learn to see, even though Rook never seemed to stop talking or stop observing, he’d never truly broke down his theatrical acts. Even though when he was around you it wasn’t as over the top, it still had fleeting moments where even Rook seemed unsure if he’d truly meant what he said. Which is why seeing his suddenly in front of you pressing a box into your hands made him as confused as you were.

“What’s this?”

“A gift. For my favorite trickster.”

“I brought you flowers, too, Rook.”

Your words seemed to shatter him as he was handed the small bouquet of wild flowers. He smiled at them before looking back to you.

“A chance with you, ma beauté?”

You smiled as you shook your head and pulled him into a hug.

“My… the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen suddenly has their arms around me telling me they aime-moi!”

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“ my deepest apologies that I cannot write Rook , his character is just so everywhere which I love but then when I tried to write for him I couldn’t figure out if he’d be flushed or cover it up even if he didn’t want to … ahaha . Please enjoy though , even if it’s not the most exciting thing ever ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡ “ >> not proof read

[xoshathealien]

❤︎ LOVE IS A GYPSY’S CHILD! ❤︎

[Masterlist]

> ~1.4k Words <

❤︎ Rook Hunt x gn!opera singer!reader! ❤︎

❤︎ You surprise your adoring boyfriend with a special performance! ❤︎

❤︎ Trigger & Content Warnings: Google translated French… *shudders* ❤︎

• this came to me in a vision… please enjoy!!! I haven’t gotten very far in the game, so it probably isn’t lore accurate :( (this man is my fave in twst by farrrrrr) •

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Rook watched you enter the lobby of Pomefiore.

His partner.

Sa beauté préférée.

“Rook!”

You smiled and his heart soared.

“Mon amour! Pourquoi m'avez-vous honoré de votre présence?”

You giggled, his flowery language reminded you of a prince from a fairy tale you’d read when you were a little kid.

“I have a surprise for you, but I need to prepare it. It may take a little while, but could you try to not watch me while I get it ready? I want your reaction to be true!”

“Of course, mon ange. Whatever you need! Please inform me when you need to be left alone.”

His smile brightened.

Your heart beat fast, even though you’d been dating him for quite some time now. You’d never get used to how beautiful he was.

“Thanks, Rook! I’m going to get started on it, so maybe an hour or two alone? I’ll text you once I have it hidden.”

He nodded and pressed a kiss to your cheek, then waved as you left.

He sighed, a lovesick expression forming on his face.

A partner like you came once in a century, how did he get so lucky to be the one graced with your love?

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You were practically vibrating with excitement.

Back in your world, you had been talented at opera singing since you were young, even becoming famous as a young child.

Now, you kept the skill but didn’t have the fame, which was honestly a relief. It meant surprises like this were completely unexpected, even to your very observant boyfriend.

The sheet music to this piece was scattered across your bed. Grim stared at the papers, then at you.

“So, you’re gonna sing this?”

“What’s with the tone? You don’t believe that I can sing?”

“You don’t seem like the singing type.”

You rolled your eyes and shook your head fondly.

“Well, I’m good at it… here, can you listen to the recording? I need someone to listen for mistakes.”

“You’re MY henchman, not the other way around! I ain’t doing this for nothing.”

“Once I perfect it and sing it for Rook, I’ll get you extra tuna.”

“…hmph, fine!”

Grim listened to the song, his eyes widening when he realized that you were confident you could sing it.

The song ended. Grim nearly fell backwards when you started warming up your voice and hit your highest note.

“Woah! How long have ya been able to do that?”

“A while. I’ve been singing since I was little.”

He nodded and turned to the sheet music.

“Are ya done with the fancy stuff yet? I wanna hear this coming from my henchman.”

You chuckled and continued warming up.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

“…Mais si je t'aime, si je t'aime, Prends garde à toi!”

You sighed as you finished your third run through of the aria.

“How’d it sound? Did I fix the mistakes?”

“Sounded good to me. Maybe ya should have someone else double check?”

“That’s a surprisingly good idea.”

“Thanks- wait! I can make good ideas! I make ‘em all the time!”

You giggled and picked up your phone.

“Hm… let’s go see Ace and Deuce. I don’t think they’re busy right now.”

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

You entered the Heartslabyul dorms, looking for Ace and Deuce.

“Hey, Prefect! Got your message, what’s this song you wanted us to listen to?”

Ace ran up to you, Deuce close behind him.

“It’s an aria—Habanera. I’m surprising Rook with it, so I want it to be perfect.”

“Well, we’d love to help!”

Deuce smiled and Ace elbowed him in the side.

You rushed them to a more private area to sing it without eavesdropping.

“Alright, I’ll play the recording, then I’ll sing it. Can you listen for any mistakes?”

They nodded and listened to the recording.

Before they could go off on a tangent, you cleared your throat and started singing.

Deuce froze in shock and Ace’s jaw dropped.

“Okay, that sounded perfect. I’m not even joking, you’re amazing!”

Ace encouraged you, but Deuce was still wide eyed.

“Y-yeah, you’re actually the best singer I’ve ever heard.”

You blushed and waved off their compliments, a goofy smile on your lips.

“Aw, thanks! So, you think it sounds good?”

“Mhm!”

They said it in unison, then looked at each other.

Ace said jinx first. Deuce pouted and mimed zipping his lips shut, then walked off to scrounge up a soda.

“He’s gonna love it.”

You thanked Ace and ran back to Ramshackle.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

A few more days passed. You’d been practicing your performance nonstop and felt completely confident with it.

You decided it was time to show Rook your skills.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Rook was in his room, finishing up the last of his homework.

He heard his phone ping. He looked over and smiled when he saw your name appear.

“Ah, mon trésor!”

Rook immediately checked your message.

“An invitation to Ramshackle? Well, perhaps this is the surprise…”

He rose, deciding his work could wait for a moment.

He quickly snuck out the window—although Vil wasn’t even in the Pomefiore dorms at the moment, he could’ve just left like a normal person.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

He stood at your window, waiting patiently for you to unlock it.

You nearly jumped out of your skin when you noticed him there—he always did this yet it scared you every time.

He climbed into the room, smiling and resting his hands on your hips.

“Mon cœur, est-ce la surprise dont tu parlais?”

He was referring to your outfit.

You had donned something more fitting for the story of Carmen—where the aria you’d prepared was from.

“Well, it’s part of it! Sit down, I have more for you!”

You placed a hand on his chest, kissing him deeply before shooing him back.

He obeyed, resting on your bed.

Rook was about to compliment your outfit when you cleared your throat and pressed something on your phone.

Music swelled from a small speaker you’d set up, and you began to sing.

His eyes widened as he realized that you weren’t just singing about love, you were singing it in the language he preferred.

His heart swelled with pride and in awe as you continued.

Each word wove perfectly into his view of you—he could practically picture you in the story itself. His eyes began to well up with emotion, and he had to cover his mouth.

Perhaps, if he remained silent, this moment would never end. You’d continue to sing for him for eternity and he’d be able to bask in your beauty for eternity.

Unfortunately, the aria could not go on forever, and you opened your eyes as you finished singing.

“So? What do you think?”

You gasped and rushed to him when you saw the tears running down his face.

“Are you okay? Rook, were the lyrics upsetting?”

He shook his head, a wide smile revealing itself.

He pulled you close, pressing his face into your neck.

“Mon amour, je ne pourrais jamais souhaiter plus. You are perfection encapsulated in the most beautiful form to ever grace this world.”

You blushed and tried to pull back. You wanted to see his face.

“No, not yet. Please, allow me to remain like this for a few more moments.”

You nodded the best you could—his face still in your neck—and eased yourself onto the bed. You laid down, your hand rubbing at his back.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

“Love, are you sure you’re okay? You’ve been like this for hours.”

“Je viens de… you are too perfect to let go. Please, grace me with your voice over and over again. I’ve never experienced such pure love as I just did.”

You smiled, running your hands through his hair.

You’d need to start doing this more often if it meant he’d be so cuddly.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

Rook woke before you did.

He wished he’d been able to share one more kiss before you’d fallen asleep, but he wasn’t exactly complaining—any time spent with you was the best time of his life.

Your slow, even breathing had lured him into a deep sleep. He’d never felt this rested before.

“Unfortunately, my dear, I must go.”

He whispered in your ear, then pressed soft kisses across your face and shoulders.

He slowly lifted himself off of you, careful to keep you in your peaceful state.

“Hm, I’ll have to write a note for you…”

Rook rushed to grab a sheet of paper from your desk, writing a letter to you.

What was contained within it, well, that’s a secret for just you and him to share.

˗ˏˋ ꒰ ♡ ꒱ ˎˊ˗

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