My First Fic On My New (other) Blog !!!

TWST Rambles #2

7 reasons why me and you need Rook Hunt in our lives (someone get me this man rn)

Bro compliments the living macarons outta you. Not only will you know his compliment's aren't half assed, because of how elaborate they are, but he's also gonna compliment ur insecurities to the point where ur not insecure anymore.

Bro literally knows you inside and out (Let me be delulu and phrase "he is a stalker" in a pretty manner). You're craving your favorite food? He gotchu, he already bought it and cooked it. You're looking for a missing hairbrush? Don't worry, he just took it for a second to collect your hair, you can have it back now. Oh you're feeling down? He knows exactly what'll cheer you up a shirtless him poems and songs about how much he admires you in french.

He can be your bodyguard: Bro's a literal hunter so he's got a great physique and great aim, meaning, if someone's bothers you they prolly won't have a head by the end of the day. Not to mention how people won't bother you just by knowing Rook knows and adores you.

He's the master of making you feel loved and gorgeous. He's in pomefiore- he knows what's gonna help with self esteem, looks, and whatnot. Plus, you need a back-rub? He gotchu cause he prolly got trained for it. You want a spa-day? He's already in your room with all the supplies needed and a relaxing bath drawn for you to wind down in. Ignore the fact that he's gonna watch you bathe

Il parle français. Just that. Like why wouldn't you want a french speaking cutie-patootie stalker that adores everything you do? He is the dream prince charming but just a lil more quirky. He's just built different.

He's absolutely gorgeous. You need eye-candy? He is said eye-candy. Ignore the bob-cut, he just liked dora a bit too much

He's Rook Hunt. Period.

My New (other) Blog!

Recently took a break from writing and kinda left my blog for a bit. I will be returning writing for twst as soon as I regain my lost motivation.

Anyways, I've been rewatching old sitcoms I used to as a child- the silly ones from Disney, and I've been completely OBSESSED with Max Russo from 'Wizards of Waverly Place'. So much so, I had the motivation to write again- a fanfic at that.

I created anew blog for it, in which I will be writing various stories/fanfics based on my childhood sitcoms. If you guys are interested, check it out!

My new blog: brownieblob

If you wanna jump straight into the fic: Be Careful Not to Mess With the Balance of Things (this is the introductory post and chapter one is linked on it)

Thank you, enjoy!

Speechless

Leona Kingscholar x GN!Reader

TW: Flirting and a few suggestive comments (Mainly fluff)

There you sat in the botanical garden, under the shade of a tree as the sunlight peeked through the curtain of green. The warmth was welcomed and very much needed, it felt so serene to simply sit there in the garden. The scent of herbs played at your nose all while your legs went numb.

Why?

Simple, the lazy lion was napping, and you were the lucky one chosen to be his pillow. You sighed, unable to get up, his weight stopping your body from moving.

"Leona, it's been an hour, get up." You said, trying to shake the lion awake. As you did so, his ears twitched in response as he let out a small grumble.

"Maybe later, stay put for now..." He replied, one of his eyes opening as a smirk played at his lips. His head rested between your thighs and on your stomach, his weight literally putting your legs to sleep.

Thinking back, maybe it wasn't a very calming scene when your legs were numb, but at least your surroundings were serene, right?

You sighed, trying to move your legs, violently shaking him. Your hands pushed at his toned arms, trying to push his weight off yourself.

"Leona, get up, my legs are numb." You said, your voice holding annoyance, your hands still trying to push him off your legs. One of his eyes opened, an amused smirk playing at his lips.

"Herbivore, you're gettin' way too comfortable 'round me.."

His words contained amusement as a smug grin played at his lips. You were sure something was bound to happen now, the grin he had on his lips hinted that he was ought to do something now.

You weren't really sure exactly how it happened other than the sudden feeling of his hands clasping around your waist. Yet, just a moment later, there you lay underneath him, his vibrant eyes staring into yours for just a second, before he lay on you.

He simply pulled you underneath him, laying on top of you, restricting any movement. You could feel his warm breath on your neck, your legs entangled. A small blush painted your face as you tried to speak. Yet, for some reason your voice wouldn't come out.

"I told ya to stay still for a bit longer, but you're an impatient herbivore.." He said not long before he chuckled, slowly rising up.

Now there he was, pinning you to the ground. Your wrists were in his grasp being pinned by your sides with force, not enough to hurt but enough to restrict any movement. He grinned noticing your expression, his sharp teeth peeking out.

"Hm? Herbivore, why're ya so red? Flustered?" He leaned closer, his face nuzzling in the crook of your neck, his lips pressing a fleeting kiss on the sensitive skin.

"Guess I made ya speechless? That's alright, you'll make plenty noises for me later. For now, I'll relish in your silence.." He teased before fully laying on top of you, using your body as a pillow, as he drifted off to sleep. All while you were left there, your body struggling under his, your face burning up from his words.

The scene remained serene, the leaves on the trees fluttering in the wind, silence enveloping the garden as you lay there, under him.

He may have slept for hours, you weren't sure, your mind was running a bit too fast for you to notice. The close contact wasn't something new, but the way he said things always left you so vulnerable.

Everything was serene, the garden, the wind, and him. Everything except you

No, you were far too flustered.

You were speechless...

OMGOMGOMGOMG THIS DESERVES MORE APPRECIATION!!!

AH... HE IS SO BEAUTIFUL.... THIS IS THE BEST RIDDLE IVE EVER DRAWN.

LOVE LOVE LOVEEEE

Leona：Don't cut corners, Floyd. Floyd：I don't want to be told by you.

ABSOLUTELY AMAZING WORK

cw: rook is down bad and unashamed, nakedness, bathing (together), kissing

Rook felt that he was born to worship.

His divine duty was incomplete, thus far, for he could show devotion to no one, despite fawning over them. A part of him refrained; a piece that never clicked into place, forcing him to wander in search of who he was truly made to serve.

Gazing upon your alluring flesh, presented like a blessed offering before him, a voice, angelic or otherwise, seems to whisper to him that this is his true calling.

Hands calloused from the handling of a bow smooth over skin that shivers at the touch. Rook rubs slow, gentle circles into your hips with his thumbs on either side of your sacred frame, savouring the dip of your flesh at his hand. He’s never felt so human.

The heat of your back against his chest, the two of you a mix of flesh and limbs, brings a heady feeling upon him, as though your skin seeps intoxication, making his head spin and his heart flutter at the contact.

The water ripples gently around you as you turn to face him, to give him his divine command. He’s ready for anything you would ask of him: to kiss, to kill, to die, to worship your body or merely the ground you honour by walking upon it. Everything he has, he lays before you.

As your touch smooths across his face, your thumb stroking gently at his cheek before trailing down to his damp chest, Rook feels you wash away all the others; anyone before you is pointless, the memory of their existence consumed and burnt up by your sweetened breath.

His breath catches in his throat when your honeyed lips ghost over his own. His gratitude is endless, silent vows of servitude echoing through his mind with each brush of your lips upon his throat.

He’s utterly compelled by your amorous touch, something euphoric stirring deep in his gut. There’s no choice, only something like fate stringing him up and pulling him along; falling inconsolably into your depths.

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE THIS!!! MORE PEOPLE NEED TO LOOK AT THE SITUATION FROM THIS ASPECT PLZ GUYS THEY CANT GIVE UP ON EACH OTHER CMONN

Okay but Kalim going "I hate that you're so two faced and manipulative" to Jamil, finally admitting his negative emotions, but also saying to dream!Jamil that that's the guy he wants to be friends with, not him, is just peak character development. Before he was blind to the reality of who Jamil actually is and brushed everything off, but now?

The nice, friendly Jamil - the one that's convenient for him - isn't the one Kalim wants around. No, he wants to befriend the real Jamil Viper - the two-faced, cunning guy who betrayed him. He genuinely wants to improve their relationship and see Jamil for who he is as a person instead of projecting what he desires onto him and ignoring the reality that they are master and servant.

Kalim truly cares for and wants to be friends with the real Jamil, flaws and all.

THEY'RE SO POOKIE-CODED STOPPPPPP

LOOK AT THEM 🥺🥺

WE DID IT!!!

I have reached my first goal for this blog all thanks to you guys!!! This motivates me to write more in the future!!

Thank you so much everyone!!!

"So many treats to choose from, so many more to come"

-Brownie

It's Only You

Sebek Zigvolt x GN!Reader

Synopsis: You'd never thought how difficult it could be to love someone without receiving affection back. The daunting realization of your unrequited love led you to leaving him. You never meant much anyways- you were always just there and he was sure you'd return. Time flew by as he waited for your return.

TW: Angst, mentions of death, depression, mentions of unhealthy relationships.

The pitter and patter of rain filled the silence enveloping the room. It was unusual for Sebek to be so silent for he was usually so boisterous, if not impulsive. Whether he was enraged, content, or glum, he was always loud- reckless. It was odd- this thick, suffocating silence that pierced through your skin. A shiver traveled down your spine, your lips forming a thin, straight line.

"Sebek, I said something."

You spoke up, as if offended by his lack of reaction. Never once was he so apathetic. You expected more, much more by an individual who was usually so reckless, so volatile. If not verbally than through expressions, you wanted a reaction- it was a given, you confusion, considering this side was something you'd never seen, no one had ever seen. Yet, there was no response merely a wide-eyed gaze he sent your way.

"If you won't respond then I guess the feeling's mutual."

You spoke up once more, irritation present in your words. A sigh left your lips, his olive gaze still fixed on you. It wasn't as if he didn't speak to spite you- no, it was quite the opposite. He was speechless. Everything was fine, nothing was out of place- both of you were alright, perfectly content together. Then why had you just said you wanted to end it? Was your relationship that meaningless? Did he mean nothing? Was your bond that fickle?

The rain continued to pour down as you packed, taking your things one by one. You presence vanished little by little leaving him alone- in solitude. He stood in the same spot as you removed yourself from his life- his home. His eyes were glassy, not that you noticed.

"Goodbye Sebek."

That was the last thing you said before leaving, suitcase in hand.

He came back to his senses, his voice returning to him as the door shut with a loud 'thud'. He called out your name several times, shouting at the top of his lungs. As if to mock him, the rain pattered against the windows even harder, silencing him. Without a thought he ran outside, his usually neat hair now wet and tousled. His eyes searched for you, his heart drumming inside his chest- his throat was raw from screaming, his vision blurry. His body was soaked, his tears camouflaging- becoming one with the drops of rain. His body shook, a shiver running down his back; it was now he realized that you had left. It wasn't a nightmare, nor a delusion, and it definitely wasn't a joke. This was reality.

Even if he found you, begged you to stay- your answer would remain the same. You were tired. You were sick of being a second option- no, a last resort. Someone or something always came before you. Whether it was his loyalty for Malleus or his affection for knighthood. You were never number one. Frankly, you had been alright with that, knowing your relationship with Sebek was fairly one-sided; you'd begged for his love, had you not? In his eyes you had. Not that he didn't care at all, but just not to the level you did. You were useful to him, always there when he needed you to be. Never once did you think of your own needs- neither did he. That was until you did. There was only so much you could ignore before you felt lonely- alone.

No matter how selfish it sounded, you wanted to bask in his affection. He was your spouse, wasn't he? He made vows to you, didn't he? He was your soulmate, was he not?

Then why were you ditched for his loyalty to Malleus? Then why had he made it clear that you could be replaced, Malleus couldn't? Then why were you never never first- not once?

Why didn't you mean anything to him, who meant everything to you?

Your love was unrequited, to an extent at least. You knew you had agreed to something of this sort upon falling for him- yet this daunting realization hurt more than you wanted it to. You wished for everything to go back to how it was- you wanted to be blind once more. You wanted to unsee this new vision, to go back to your old perception of reality.

You wanted to mend this broken relationship. As if you were a child who had just noticed that life was not, in fact, perfect you tried convincing yourself that it was. You were better off believing in the false perfection of the world- of your relationship. You didn't want to believe that he didn't care. You were not being neglected. You couldn't be.

You just had to communicate, that would fix everything.

You spoke up, he didn't listen. You spoke up once more, he had better things to do. You spoke up again and as expected, he couldn't care less.

It poured down as you spoke up for the last time, this time adding that you were simply leaving. His opinion didn't matter anymore- too many chances had been missed. You weren't a doormat, not any more.

You waited far too long for someone who wouldn't come around. That realization daunted upon him- he was guilty of a crime he wished he hadn't committed.

His body coiled up, quivering as his garments clung to his skin. He sat on the wet road, the sky darkening as the rain roared down. His eyes were fixed on the ground, shameless tears trickling down his face. If Malleus saw him like this- no, if anyone saw him in such a state, he wouldn't mind. He was confused to have such thoughts- he should mind, should he not? You were gone. It shouldn't affect him so much, not at all. What were you? A spouse, but only in name. Then why did his heart pang so loudly? Why was your sweet voice playing in his mind? Why was it now that he saw your pain? Why now, when it was far too late?

His life was different from there on. You had an affect on his life and took on such an important role, yet never realized - if you had, maybe you wouldn't have left. He wished both of you had remained blind, playing house forever- no matter how suffocating it got. Maybe then he wouldn't be so melancholic.

Days passed by.

His halls were empty, signifying his solitude. The little knick knacks you used to keep were gone, those stupid little hand-drawn doodles he used to find on random pieces of paper were all in the past. The times you cooked for him, no matter whether he he liked it or not- he missed it. The scent of your shampoo never lingered around the house anymore, neither did the sound of your sweet voice.

He would stand at the door everyday yet no one came to greet him once he returned home, neither did he have anyone to greet. No one played music that hurt his ears anymore- he never thought he'd miss that. He still made portions for two everyday, leave it on a plate only for the food to go stale. He still clung onto the last bit of hope that you would return- that he wouldn't have to be alone. Yet, everyday you proved him wrong.

Weeks passed by.

Was this how you felt? Was this how your heart ached? He wished he had listened to your rambles, that he'd paid attention to whatever stupid show you used to watch. Maybe if he had then he could watch those shows to remind himself of you- yet he didn't remember. He never thought he could cry so freely, never once had he been someone so sensitive. What else could he even do? There was no one to scold, to scorn at to scream at- he was rendered silent within these walls, isolation along with silence were his only resorts. He had lost his old self, grief took over his previously exuberant self. "He deserved it", he thought.

Your separation from him was his separation from himself. His memory of your was the only thing keeping him going. Every little thing you used to do reminding him of his mistakes, of what could have been. He'd underestimated your worth- he'd underestimated how irreplaceable you were.

Months passed by.

His previous priorities became second while you became number one. The only difference was that you weren't there to witness that. Wherever you were, away from him- you were happier. At least he hoped you were. His door was always open for you though, his heart too. Maybe if he'd cherished you, he wouldn't have lost you.

Despite all his lingering thoughts, he'd realized it was just "if's" now. There was no mending what he'd broken and there was no apologizing for what he did, not when you had clearly severed ties with him.

Was it illicit to hope you'd crawl back to him? That you'd beg him to take you back? It was wrong and he knew it but he couldn't help but delude in such thoughts despite knowing the only one who who'd beg for the other would be him, as of now. Though, he didn't mind begging if it meant you'd return. He knew he was being delusional- you'd never return. He knew that was the best for you, for if you did return- he wouldn't be able to let go no matter how difficult it got for you. He might've gone mad.

A decade passed by.

Years later he saw you, clinging onto another man as you pranced around at a store- one you used to speak of quite often as if urging him to take you. He never did.

As you and the unknown man walked inside the store he couldn't help but follow, silent as ever as he simply observed. He broke the moment he saw you picking a suit for the man beside you. You weren't his and maybe you never were.

He walked out of the store, his eyes stinging as he returned home. You weren't there waiting for him and no one ever would- he wouldn't replace you, not that he could. That would be another insult to your name.

He stood near the same window, on the exact spot where he watched you leave. Just like that day, it was pouring and the room was silent. He called out your name a few times, hoping you'd appear. Was he mad? Surely. Maybe he should drink again- doing so could help him hallucinate of you and if not, at least it would numb the pain.

He sighed as he sat down.

You were incomplete when with him while he was incomplete when without. You meant more than he had previously thought, so much so that it was only you he wanted to live for and with. If that was impossible, why live at all?

Note: If you enjoyed this, please interact with this post, my blog, and reblog! Any kind gestures are greatly appreciated! Thank you!

Note 2: I hope Sebek wasn't too fanon/off, I just really wanted to explore a different side.

Note 3: Any unhealthy behavior depicted in this fic is not condoned nor encouraged by me. If you are facing any mental/physical abuse, please seek help immediately!