\~{Rook X Yuu}~/

\•~{Rook X Yuu}~•/

\•~{camping}~•/

Rook hummed with a soft smile his green eyes sparkling as the lamps golden light perfectly highlighted his face, hair and torso before spreading out above him on the deep purple sheets, like a solid roof of gold above our heads. I smiled softly as I thought of what a beautiful picture this would be.

Rook, myself, Epel, and surprisingly, Vil had planned to do a small camp out this weekend, but in the end, it had rain. Though this was disappointing, Epel and Rook had decided that we could still do a camp out inside. And that’s where we were. In Pomefiore's lounge in our own homemade blanket tint. A sleeping Epel laying beside me, snoring slightly as Rook and myself talked and such deeper into the stormy night.

“Rook, don’t move.” He flinched a bit at the sudden request but sat still and in the same pose as I took out my phone and snapped a picture. “There.” I smiled, looking at it, the rain beating down harder now as the thunder washed across the sky like an ocean wave. He turned around a blank face of curiosity, adorning him in a peaceful manner, leaning towards me in an attempt to see what I’d capture in my phone.

“What did you capture Mon oiseau chanteur?” He asks.

“A boy in a homemade tent that looks very happy.” I smirked, turning my phone around as to let him see the screen and the picture of himself. He hummed again, a bigger smile taking hold of his face.

“You have quite an eye for pictures, Oiseau chanteur! I dare say your talent exceeds my own in this case!” His closed eye smile became him very well and the word he chose in this instance, though I myself had to stifle a laugh.

“I highly doubt that Rook. You most likely have been taking pictures longer than myself.”

“Oh?” His eyes popped open, and his eyebrows went up as his mouth went into a small o shape. “How long have you been taking pictures then?” I sat back and looked up at the blanket ceiling, biting my lip as I thought.

“Uhhhhh……. Three years, maybe? Two?” I sighed. “I honestly don’t remember.”

“Ah, in that case, I do have more experience in between us.” He said, bowing back to his previous position. “I began when I was twelve. Pere and Mere bought me a camera for my birthday and I have immersed myself in the art of photographer ever since.” He end with a dramatic wave of his hand cause me to snicker in response.

“I wonder where you got that uniqueness from Venandi.” I smiled using my nickname for him, which meant hunter. “Was it Mere or Pere?”

“Both Mon oiseau chanteur!” He had a slightly sly smile. “A child can not be nothing but a combination of their parents.”

“True.” I chuckled unconsciously, looking him over. “But it does make me curious about your siblings and what they are like.” Rook smirked, side eyeing me as his head tilted upwards towards our soft dark purple blanketed sky above us.

“Hmm.” He chuckled with a slight bit of a hum. “Careful oiseau chanteur ~” He purred slightly. “Curiosity killed the cat.” I smiled sinisterly, letting my head come to rest on my out stretched hand as I lay on my side.

“Oui Mon Venandi. But you forget one thing.” I smiled. “Satisfaction brought it back.” Rook chuckled softly, letting his own sinister smile slide into his smooth lips.

“Oui Mon oiseau chanteur~” He purred with a small growl in his throat. “Though unlike a cat, I doubt you would be able to come back. Which would be a shame. To deprived the world of such beauty.” He smiled as his eyes narrowed a bit as his remark sent a wave of crimson blush across my face before I burring it into my pillow. Rook smiled and chuckled. “Has my words set your face a flame oiseau chanteur?”

I made an audible displeased noise as I looked up and glared at him slightly. He smiled and set his pointer finger on his chin as Jade usually did. “Peut-etre ai-je enflammé ton cœur mon oiseau chanteur.” He spoke his eyes, smirking a bit as I frowned. I knew just a bit of French, and the only word that I knew, besides his nickname for me, in his sentence was flamme, which meant flame of blaze.

“Eh?” I said. “I only got flame out of that.” Rook chuckled softly at my reply and slowly leaned closer, smiling.

“I said; perhaps I have set your heart ablaze my little song bird.” He smiled as my blush returned ten times fold.

“B-baka!” I said, shoving the pillow in his face. He chuckled and removed the pillow.

“Oh? Then why does your face turn red every time I complément you oiseau chanteur?” He said, smirking his eyes, getting a dangoures look in them.

“Because I have never gotten complements from guys, come on Rook, you know that.” I frowned, knowing that he was trying to corner me in this little game of cat and mouse.

“That maybe so. But answer me this then. Why do you watch me in class then?” He smiled, seeing me pause. “Don’t pretend Mon oiseau chanteur, I know what your stare feels like. I can see and sence you in the corner of my eye. I see your beautiful eyes staring at me, I feel them looking at me in a light different than most others. I see the way a small amount of blush appears on your cheeks when you see or talk me oiseau chanteur. You stutter when I complment you, or freeze like a deer in headlights. You pick at your thumbs quticals when you're nervous, which you do unconsciously around me. Such as right now.” He smiled, and I looked down at my right thumb to see the qutical of the nail bed bleeding and my pointer fingers tip bloody with dried blood under the nail it’s self.

I bit the inside of my lip, still looking at my thumb as Rook smirked.

“You also like to pick on me. Try to get under my skin by calling me names and so on. So I myself have come to a conclusion with this evidence, one that will not be changed easily oiseau chanteur.” I could almost hear him smirking as I kept my head down, picking more at my thumb before a gloved hand took it, separated the fingers from each other. “Mon oiseau chanteur, your going to scar those beautiful hands of yours.~” He purred before taking it up to his lips and kissing the small wound, though his toung swipe over it didn’t go unnoticed by me and I quickly took my hand back.

“What was your conclusion?” I asked, still not looking at him.

“That I have set your heart a blaze Mon oiseau chanteur.” He said. “And you have done the same to mine.” He said, looking up at me the eyes of a hunter watching me steadily before his lips curled into a smile, an indication that my face was betraying me again. He waited, his hand recapuring my own and clutching it, his lips only inches away from the skin, for my answer.

“Rook-“

“Say it again.”

“What?”

“My name.” He looked up, his smile was gone, and his eyes were unreadable. “Say my name again, mon oiseau chanteur.” I blushed, biting the inside of my lip again.

“Rook?”

“Again.”

“R-rook”

“Again.”

“R-rook” He placed his hand on the side of my face and ran his thumb across my lip as I started to shrink back though he steadily leaned closer to me.

“Again mon Oiseau chanteur. Je veux entendre ta belle voix appeler mon nom.”

“R-rook,……” I stuttered his face inches away from my own as his thumb pressed down slightly on my lip as my face became like a cherry.

“Once more.” He said softly, his eyes looking at my lips with an unreadable expression.

“…Roo-“ He gently pressed his lips against mine, my eyes flying open in contrast to his closed ones. The kiss itself was neither long or short, but when he pulled away, he was breathing heavily, and I was still too stunned to do anything. He chuckled softly, still cupping my cheek.

“Mon oiseau chanteur? Have I startled you so much with my love that you are unable to comprehend it?” He smiled as my face slowly turned red again before nodding in silence.

He hummed as his thumb made soft circular motions in my cheek. I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing in comfort as Rook smiled his other hand, enter twining our fingers. After a moment of this, I opened my eyes to see forest green ones smiling back at me with so much love in them. A small smile broke out on my own face as we just took in each other’s presents.

“Yuu I-“

“Je t'aime Rook.” I said my cheeks, darkening more as Rook paused, a small look of surprise on his face before it broke out into a smile as his other hand came up to my other cheek.

“Je t’aime aussi mon petit oiseau chanteur.” He purred resting our for heads against each other as I smiled and put my hands on his. His eyes darted back to my lips and then back to my eyes. “May I kiss you again?” he asked, his thumb still rubbing circular motions into my cheek, and I nodded.

Rook smiled and brushed his lips over mine in feather like touches before planting a kiss on to each corner of my mouth before finally kissing me firmly on my lips. I hummed and kissed him back gently, still trying to figure it out. In the end, my arms were around his neck, and his planted on my back and the back of my head. When we pulled away, we were both out of breath, but in a good way, as we rested our heads together again.

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Epel yawned and looked up at the blanket, ceiling the morning suns rays, making the purple appear lighter than normal. He sighed and sat up almost immediately, freezing.

“R-rook?”

“Shh. My little song bird is sleeping.” He smiled gently, playing with the girls hair as she slept. Epel staring at them for a moment.

“You know she wouldn’t like that ........ ” Epel whispered, frowning and crawling over to his senior. Rook smirked at the boy and just chuckled, her fingers lightly grazing Yuu's cheek.

“Well I’m sure she wouldn’t mind her boyfriend admiring her own sleeping beauty.”

“Boyfriend?! What were ya'll do'n while i was sleep'n?!” Epel said, his normal accent coming out as Yuu jerked awake at the loud noise.

"Huh?"

I absolutely love your OC. He's an amazing photographer and such a darling too! But what about the club photos? How has he done them?

Club photos were mostly normal...

But the basketball club was a bit rough. Jamil wants to ban little Silver for his own good.

Be careful when trying to get those action shots, guys.

Diasomnia chapter spoilers (repost again sgshh)

I loved these scenes so so much,,, Sebek stepping up and punching Silver back to his senses,, Lilia looking for Silver in the storm right after he told him they're not related,, their bond is so precious and it's making me feel a lot of things

I'll post new art again once I catch up with the uodates >:3

My intro!

With all of the A.I. happenings over on Insta, I figured I should probably begin to be active over here!

So hi! I'm Blue! I post Twisted Wonderland content, Hoyoverse content, as well as original story content! You can also spot me posting miscellaneous fandom content from time to time like The Case Study of Vanitas and Delicious in Dungeon for example!

\•~{Overblot Vil X Yuu}~•/

\•~{Sweet dreams my queen}~•/

I watched silently from a corner as the chaos unfolded before me. Vil, had over blotted after Rook and Kalim had stopped him from poisoning Neige with cursed apple juice and was currently talking, (more like threatening), with Kalim, Rook, Ace, Deuce, Epel, and Grim. He’d already released the poisoned gass and was about to strike when Jamil rescued them on the magic carpet, whisking them all to safty. Well, except me. I still stood there, shirt over my mouth trying to figure out if I should run or not.

“Rrrrrraaaaaaaaaagggggggggggggggg!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” Vil screeched at the top of his lungs. “Those incolent cowardes fools!! They shall not live after seeing me like this!! No one who sees me like this will live!!”

“Yeah….. I should probably go……” I thought, turning around.

“But, I might make an exception for you, Miss Yuu.” Vil's voice deepened as it carried to my ears, making me freeze in my tracks. I turned towards him, locking eyes with him when I came fully around. His dark look gave way to a smirk as he approached me, as I slowly backed up. I wasn’t really good at being all tough when people overblot, the reason why is because no matter what I know I’m completely helpless against them, so I couldn’t help but do what most antagonist x protagonist situations usually do. I back my stupid little ass right into a corner.

“My, my, my! Why so frightened my little potatoe? Have you finally realized my power now that I’m hideous and disformed?” His smile was a sickening evil sweet one as he looked down at the cornered pray, a.k.a. myself, with a unreadable glint in his violet eyes.

“I already knew you were powerful before this. I just didn’t care cause I knew you wouldn’t hurt me then.” I answered, swallowing as fear grew in my chest. How funny that I would one day fear my crush.

“And what about now?” He asked, bending more to my height, placing both hands on either side of my head. The fear in me grew as he did this, taking hold of my heart and making it beat so loud I swore he could hear it.

“I-I don’t- I don’t know.”

“hmhm, you are so cute when your scared.” His voice somehow softened as his cold gold claws ghosted my jaw and neck, finally resting on my shoulders. “It makes me want you more than I did in my weaker form.” My body stiffened as his warm breath kissed the side of my face.

“Vil…”

“Yes my queen?”

“Pl-please, stop. This isn’t you. These are not your thoughts it’s just the blot.” My voice cracked as I sank deeper into the corner. “Please for both are sakes.” My voice cracked again as I looked down to the floor. It hurts, somehow I’d grown feelings for him, and just like always, I kept them to myself because I feared rejection and the fact that he was way out of my league. These words that he spoke, each one drove a nail into my chest, hard sharp and precise with their aim. Nothing, no pain I’d ever felt had felt like this. Sharp and twisting mean and deadly, this was the pain of having the person you love telling you that they liked you when they were drunk, high, or not in their right mind.

“Its just the blot? Are you sure it’s just the blot my queen? Haven’t you ever heard that drunk talk is sober thoughts? Because this concept is the same in blot, blot talk is normal thoughts my dear girl.” He smirked devilishly down at me as his right hand ghosted my neck and jaw again before grabbing my jaw, the cold gold metal sending chills down my spine as he forced me to look up at him. “Do you really believe your own words, my beautiful queen?” He whispered the tips of his claws gently caressing my uper cheek.

My hand gripped the eage of my shirt, tighter and tighter with every word. And I thought Azul had a way with words….. But this!? This was just plain torcher! Abuse even! Well maybe… But can’t he- right he’s in blot……. Uggggg!!! Vil!!!! Just stop messing with my heart! Stop messing with my emotions!!! Please!!! I-I ahhh!!!!!!!

“Yes! Why would you ever call me queen and beautiful! You think I’m nothing but a hick from the sticks! I heard you say that Vil!! I heard you that night talking with Rook about how much of a disgrace I was to Pomefiore for even stepping foot in it! Why - why would you ever call me beautiful?! That’s how I know it’s just the blot you, Barbie doll!!!!” Hot tears streamed from my eyes as my composure broke into pieces. I hate people seeing me cry, but all I could do was cover my face with my hands as I tried to wrangle my feelings back in and thank Rook for getting me waterproof mascara and eyeliner. A minute of silence passed before he spoke again.

“Look at me, Yuu.” Vil's voice was stern and cold as he tugged my jaw upward. His grip tightened on my jaw when I didn’t obey him. “Miss Yuu, lower your hands.” His voice was now laced with frustrated anger, and this time, I obeyed him, lowering my hands to my chest and keeping them there. “Good girl.” He pured, sounding very much pleased with me.

“Vil, please just poison me and go.” I said, all emotion draining from me. He smirked.

“Oh trust me my queen, I will.” His smirk then faded replaced by a frown. “However before that I need you to believe me that I do want you. But it seems that you have convinced yourself that I don’t.” His face contained a unreadable expression. “Thus are the souls who are beautiful but can not believe it. Such a shame in deed.” He let go of my jaw but still looked down on me. “That night if you remember was almost half a year ago, my opinion has changed greatly since then, I have come to know you more, the girl that you are. Beauty is only skin deep for some people, for others, like you, beauty goes all the way to the bone. It’s not just your looks that are beautiful to me, your personality and quirkyness are also high on my list. Those things I was not aware about back then. Just like you weren’t aware of your crush on me.”

My stomach dropped as my eyes stared in horror.

“How did you-“

“Dear, I know by the way you act.” His eyes softened. “But I hope you know I’m not acting when I do this.”

Grabbing my face with both hands, he pulled it into his own, and my lips collided together with his in a kiss that I had never had before. It was so sweet and soft, bitter and hard, it was pure poison to us both, yet like with most poison, neither of us wanted to stop it. We wanted more. He started moving his lips, trying to get more of me than what he already had, and I him. My hands found their way to his hair, his glorious gorgeous gold and amathist colored hair, so smooth and soft to my inexperienced hands, like silk it was to them. My back became flush with the cold stone wall behind me as he tried to pushed himself further into my small frame, the crystals in his armor poking me dangerously near my stomach and liver but I didn’t care. I had his soft poisoned lips on mine. My first kiss. So poisones it made my stomach flip like a gymnast. But why would I care? No one ever cares about the after effects of something so dangerous.

“Vil…..” I couldn’t help saying his name. It was like my body acted on it’s own in that way. Having the feeling of his lips vibrate under mine with just his name, the feeling it gave me was so wonderfully undescribable.

“Yes my princess?” He pulled away, though are noses were only a inch apart. I just stared at him, even in this form he was still the most beautiful person I had ever seen, even though he drove me crazy.

“I love you Vil. The fairest one of them all.” I said looking at him directly in the eye. “Your so beautiful.” He studied me for a moment, his grip tightened on my back and waist as my eyes became droopy.

“I love you to my queen. But for now-,” He paused as my eyes stared to close. “Sleep my dear, when you wake up you will be mine, so rest while you can, I’ll go take care of those insolent cowards.”

“My body, I can’t feel it!” I looked up at him. “Crap! My eyes, the lids are so heavy….. I-I can’t, my mind….. so foggy….. Vil, w-what… h-have you…. Done to……” That’s when Yuu's thoughts stopped, her mind went black, and consciousness faded from her into nothing as the deadly poisoned queen went limp in her Kings arms. Vil carefully held her bridal style as he walked to NRC's dressing room and then laid her gently on one of the couches.

“Sweet dreams, my queen.” He murmured, brushing away some of her locks and kissing her gently on her forehead before leaving for his battle.

~°¶_Idia x Yuu_¶°~

~°¶_Promise_¶°~

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(Yuu has a sibling that came to twisted wonderland with them in this one)

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Rumble, Crash!!

Are heroine,, Yuu, jumped nearly a foot as the storm worsened outside. Though the defening thunder and lightning didn’t seem to bother her boyfriend, who was busy trying to save Zelda. She sighed and scruntch up her face as she cuddled deeper into the blankets on Idia’s bed. She absolutely adored him to a t, but she really wanted attention and cuddles, especially since today was their one year anniversary of dating. Then again, she also liked watching him get all worked up about the game.

“Why do you have to be so cute when you're mad!” She thought, grabbing a blanket and rapping it around her like a hooded cloke. She then stood up and walked over to him and put her face into his shoulder. Idia stiffened a bit before relaxing into her touch. A soft smile grew on her face. “Is my gamer fustrated at the big boss?”

“Yes! Why can’t this old bisket die already!!” He furiously smashed his fingers in the controller as he jumped to dodged another attack. Yuu watched until he finally won the level, then she drug back his seat and sat on his lap. Idia's eyes widened. “Y-yuu?!”

“I want cuddles. I also want to watch you kick some butt. So this is the perfect combination!” She smiled and snuggled her head into his chest as he made a small shy noise.

“Why is she so freaking cute! My heart feels like it’s going to burst!” He internally screamed before relaxing back into his previous position and continuing the game.

Rumble, rumble, rumble. CRASH!!!

The lights flickered and then completely went out. The two sat in silence for a minute, each contemplating what had just happened.

“You did save your game right?”

“......... shit no!” Idia threw down his controller onto the desktop, signing in frustration.

“Awww! My poor little baby!!” Yuu Snuggle her boyfriend harder, hoping to somewhat comforter him in the fact that he was going to have to rematch with the boss that took him almost an hour to defeat. His arms wound their way across her back as he pulled her in a bit more and buried his face in her bobbed hair.

“You smell good.” He muttered, nuzzling his nose deep into her neck. Yuu squirmed. “Dose that tickle, sweetheart?” Yuu's eyes widened at his tone.

“Oh no.”

With that, her boyfriend started to mercsessly tickle her. Causing her to screech.

“I feel a disturbance in the force…….” Yuu's sibling muttered, perking up as they sat in Ramshackle, being single, unlike their younger sister.

“Oh shush.” Grim said, rolling his eyes. “Your just being paranoid.”

"Grim can just not talk sometime?" She growled, going back to reading as she thought about what her sibling and future brother in law were up to.

Back at the currently non electric Ignihyde, Yuu had somehow managed to escape her boyfriend’s grasp and was hiding. Idia was currently trying to find her.

“Yuu! Come on, it was just getting fun!” He said before tripping over some clothes on the floor. Yuu stiffeled a laugh as she squeezed further under the bed. Haha! No way he was going to find her!

“Ah! Here’s my flashlight.”

“……. Oh crap.”

The beam sweeped across the floor, before turning to the closet. She used this chance to wiggle further back under the bed. Though her attaition was caught by a rumging sound coming from the closet and a small.

“There it is!” by her boy. She was curious of what “There it is!” ment, and what “There it is!” was. The light then turned towards the bed and she stiffened seeing his socked feet walking towards her. They turned towards the nightstand and she could hear a small box being sat down on it. The light then clicked off and the only light left was from the soft glow of his hair. He then bent down and crouched on to the floor and poked his head under the bed.

“hi.” A small smile formed on his face causing Yuu’s heart to melted at the sight.

“hi.” Was her shy reply. He then reached out his hand as a offering, she took hold of it, and he slowly pulled her out into the open.

“How about we have a proper cuddle time.” He said bring her in for a hug.

“That would be worth more than gold to me.” Yuu snuggled into his neck as he picked her up and flopped onto the bed. They emidetly entangled their limbs together and buried their heads in each other’s necks. Within a few minutes, I had fallen asleep. Two hours later, Ortho made his way into the room and found them all curled up and sleeping peacefully. His regular smile grew almost to twise it’s size seeing his big brother and his lover all cozy and warm in each other’s embrace.

He quickly grabbed Idia’s phone and punched in the code to unlock it and then took several pictures of the sleeping pair, then sent them to both himself and Yuu's siblings.

Idia: (sent with attachment)

Hey Sis-chan! It’s Ortho! I’m sending this evidence so there are extra files! (Read)

Sis:

>:) I fore see a wedding ring in the future!! LOL!!

Thank you, Ortho!! You're such a sweetheart!

(Read) I’ll be sure to print them out!l

Ortho stopped as something pinged in his head. He scanned the room before his eyes finally rested on a small box on the night stand. He silently walked over to it and opened the lid and smiled. He then turned around to his brother and gently shook him awake.

“Big brother!” He excitedly whispered as Idia opened his eyes. “I think now would be the perfect time!” He said, handing him the box. Idia’s eyes snapped open as he eyed the box that was now in his hand. Ortho gave a double thumbs up and whispered. “You can do it!!” He then exits the room, leaving a sleeping Yuu and a very flustered Idia behind him.

Idia swallowed as he looked at the box and then at his girlfriend. She looked so peaceful and beautiful it was almost like someone had put a spell on her.

“I’ll wait until she wakes up…..” He turned to put the box back onto the nightstand.

“I’m already awake, silly.” A small groggy voice sounded off. Idia snapped his head round to see two sleepy hazel eyes softly studying him as a smile tugged at the full soft lips of hers. “What does “I’ll wait until she wakes up” mean baby?” She said, rapping her arms around his waist and snuggling her head into his tummy. Idia stuttered, not knowing how to answer her exactly.

“I-I, uh, I-THISISFORYOU!” He blurted and shoved the box into her hands before quickly hiding his face into a pilow, making small noises of embarrassment while doing so. Yuu raised an eyebrow, not really knowing what he was doing, though it was just so adorable that she didn’t really care. Humming, she retangled their legs and pulled him closer. A small squeek sounded from Idia as she did so, causing her to lose it for a minute.

After her myboyfriendistocute attack she opened the box and peered inside. Idia watch her from a breathing hole he’d created. Her eyes widened as she took out the two silver rings inside and stared at them. One was more slender and had a dark blue stone in it, while the other was more wide and had a ice blue stone in it. She carefully turned each of them over in her hand, studding every part of them.

“Look on the inside of the band.” Idia’s shy muffled voice spoke, though the boy himself was still hidden. Yuu reached over, turning on the lamp stand, then remembering the power was out, snuggled closer to her boy, and used the soft glow from his hair to read the inscription on the ring.

Your Wonderlust lead to my Forelsket and our redamancy.

Yuu felt her heart ach at each word. But not a ach of pain, more of love and eumoirous. She loved this man. Nothing was ever going to change that or sway her love for him. Nothing was ever going to come between them. She’d had already made up her mind. She slid the slender ring onto her ring finger and then grabbed Idia’s and did the same with the wider one. She knew exactly what the rings meant for them both. Idia breathed a sigh of relief when he felt her slide the ring onto his finger. He then grabbed her and held her flush to himself, and closed his eyes.

“I love you, Idia, from storge to eros.” Yuu said, looking up at her boy. Idia opened his eyes and gazed down at her as she gazed up at him, his glowing yellow eyes as soft as the boy himself.

“I’ll never know how I got you, but I’m happy I did.” He said intertwining their hands together, feeling her ring on her hand, as she felt his. He tucked his head into her and they both closed their eyes.

Why did they close their eyes you ask? Well why do we close are eyes when we pray, when we cry, when we kiss, when we dream; because the most beautiful things in our lives are not seen but felt only by the heart.

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(fancy and unusual words definitions)

Wonderlust (?.) A deep desire to explore

Forelsket (n.) the euphoria you experience when you are first falling in love.

Redamancy (n.) the act of loving the one who loves you; a love returned in full.

Eumoirous (?.) Happiness due to being honest and wholesome

Storge (?.) One of the six types of love, an affectionate love that slowly develops from friendship, based on similarity.

Eros (?.) One of the six types of love, a passionate physical and emotional love based on aesthetic enjoyment, is a stereotype of romance.