WHY DID YOU MAKE HIM SO ATTRACTIVE SO ALLURING SO SO SO SOOOOOOO - Blog Posts

hello, for the event may i please request anemones + in the rain with rook? ty!

Anemones ~ “just take my hand. don’t you dare second guess yourself”

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

hi hi anon just wanted to say thank you for feeding my rook brain rot i deeply appreciate it and i hope it's to your liking omg omg this man

♡the sun and the storm♡

Rook Hunt was not like the rain. 

The rain had always been cold, chilling, and spiteful. It trickled down your neck like a million spiders scurrying down your skin. It clung to your damp form, sticking itself to your arms, legs, and back. The tremulous sounds of thunder clashed in your hearing as it vexed and taunted your eardrums. It irked you immensely.

However, this rain—this particular rain—glistened in the twinkling light of day. It had you gawking at its resplendent attractiveness as water droplets fell onto your strawberry-tinted cheeks like mischievous kisses given by Mother Nature herself. 

You were distraught. How could something you’ve grown to despise your whole life become so beautifully alluring?

Perhaps it was the way your lover, Rook, was seen standing beside you, basking in the way the sun accompanied the flooding sky in a strange, contrasting manner. Watching as the water ran down the young man’s uniform, you stood agape at the flustering fashion of his white shirt cleaving itself onto his well-toned figure, teasingly defining his slim form as the white of his uniform became a translucent color of flirtation. The Pomefiore vice housewarden’s lustrous locks were seen roaming free as it handsomely glimmered from the spirited fluorescence of daylight. You wanted to curse the rain for causing Rook to look so excessively angelic. Celestial, even. Someone had to take the blame for making your heart stop and swoon an embarrassingly sorry amount of times. And so, you decided to blame the rain.

Rook, taking notice of your ogling gazes, courtly laid out his slender hand out to you and spoke in the most tender tone you had ever heard the golden-haired third year muster.

“(Y/n),” he said, calling out to you, “may I perhaps do the honors in guiding you in a dance under this extraordinary gift from nature’s goddess?”

“Rook,” you warily lifted your eyes to face his emerald ones. “Are you sure about this? I’m not very in-tune with my own movements… I may disappoint you with my inexperience.”

“That is no matter,” he soothingly assured you, “Just take my hand, mon trésor. Don’t you dare second guess yourself.”

Rook Hunt was not like the rain. 

He was more so like the shimmering sun that would shine through a pouring storm. The incandescent plethora of luster and warmth for your loathsome mood. The plentiful rays of sunlight that would gleam past the gray, gloomy clouds as if the heavens themselves had descended down to Twisted Wonderland in a spontaneous visit to the world.

He was your sun. And just as the sun rose to give light to a new day, Rook had given you light to your weary soul with just one simple dance under the pittering patter of the rainfall.

a/n: i can’t stop thinking abt rook in that one romeo and juliet scene like- “it is the east, and rook hunt is the sun! arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief!” and then insert a pic of rook as the teletubbies sun lmao