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twistedmusings · 5 years ago

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Vil Schoenheit: After VDC Results

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.”

“Are you going to walk me out?”

A/N: Only thing I learned from this Chapter is to not trust a Stan kids, because they will ruin the even for the rest of us.

Needless to say I have now officially began to simp for Vil, happy to find myself among you, Vil stans.

If you haven’t read part one, here it is!

Warnings: Chapter 5 spoilers, Lime soda (implied sexy times!) and de-stressing makeout session for Vil.

Vil had almost tried to kill someone today.

It seemed strange to say, since it was somebody’s life at stake, but he had come to terms that he had shown everybody in his team a side of himself he hoped they would never see.

He had shown you a side of himself he hoped you would never see.

After the ‘incident’, you two had barely talked. You weren’t necessarily avoiding him and he wasn’t avoiding you either. There were just a few moments before the VDC officially started and despite the pain in his body telling him to at least sit down, the need to make it to the end of the stage triumphed as he gave it his all out there.

Blood, sweat and tears. He had shed them all with no regrets.

So as he stood there, confetti raining down as the people cheered in the grand coliseum for Neige’s song and not his, he was slowly coming to terms with another realization.

That he wouldn’t let Rook participate in anything he ever did again…ever.

Two years. Two YEARS he had known this mysterious man and yet there was NOTHING that had tipped him off to Rook being a fan of Neige. Oh no, not just a fan.

An extremely devoted fan.

“...Roi de Neige...it really is such an honor!”

Neige’s laugh was still like metal against a chalkboard to Vil’s ears, smiling as he held Rook’s hand as the other waxed poetic about his performance. He had to turn away, tears still pricking at the corners of his eyes as he wiped them away with Rook’s handkerchief. His life was just one ironic twist after another, wasn’t it? And how frustrating, to be so close to standing first and to be betrayed by someone who he thought he could trust--!

“Stand proud and say that you are the fairest of them all, Vil! And I am sure that even the Magic Mirror wouldn’t be able to deny it!”

He chuckles as the fanfare continues, looking down at the offending piece of cloth before shaking his head and going over to his friend, handing him back the handkerchief.

“Go on, wipe your tears. It is your handkerchief after all.”

Rook’s surprised face was a sight for sore eyes as he dried his tears. “Thank you, Roi de Poison.”

“Hehe~ There is Vi-kun’s usual smile~!”

Enjoy it while it lasts, bastard. The moment we get back to Pomefiore you are going to regret not drinking that juice and melting from the inside out because I am going to make you WISH that you were nothing but a puddle of boiling goop after I am done with you, you son of a bit--

“Vil-senpai!”

His head turns around slowly, watching you run towards the stage before flashing your staff pass at the bodyguards trying to stop you, just like how he taught you. He clears his throat as he straightens himself out, turning his whole body towards you as the stadium quiets down around him.

Or maybe he was just paying attention to your voice only.

“One vote.” you give him a forced smile, “Just by one vote, huh?”

Vil points a thumb at Rook, “The guilty party is over there.”

You peek behind him, eyebrows shooting up when you see your other upperclassman holding the hand of the team’s supposed rival and silently crying.

“...that...the VDC really is full of surprises…”

You both look at each other before smiling as you share a giggle, your hand going to Vil’s arm and giving it a soft squeeze before letting go.

He doesn’t want to think about what he would have done if you had been the one deciding vote. For a brief moment while the announcement was being made he thought that you had been that person, the one person he wished to curse and hate. Vil tried to imagine it, imagine directing all his anger towards you and promising you that every single day you remained at Night Raven College would be hell because of what you had taken from him.

Would he have gone through with it? Who knows?

Vil is a lot more relieved about the fact that you placed your trust in the team he had created and voted for him.

“How annoying.”

“Truly.”

“There goes our heater money.”

“I agree--what?”

You turn to him, smiling as you gesture down to the hiccuping Grimm in your arms. He had tired himself out from crying and the headache that followed after had kept him glued to your arms.

“I know he said that he was going to buy tuna with the money we would have gotten but I was thinking of buying a heater for Ramshackle.” you pout, “You guys were all complaining about how cold it was before using magic to make the entire dorm room cold proof. For a brief moment my dream of having heated floors came true.”

Vil catches you staring at Neige, your stare not one of admiration but of clear frustration and annoyance.

“And it wasn’t like his song was that good. It was catchy. Catchy turns straight up annoying in a few days. Watch people complain about how they wish it wasn’t stuck in their heads all the time, I give it a week.”

Maybe it was the strong emotions he was feeling right now, or the fact that he had come to terms with another set of emotions that were directed towards you a long time ago but Vil immediately grabs your hand and holds it close to his heart, your eyes turning to look at him as he stares at you with fierce intensity.

He wanted you to feel it. Could you feel how fast his heart was beating?

“Potato, no, Prefect--”

Your eyes widened, it was the first time he had referred you with that title.

“I want you to know that I--”

“Vi-kun!”

The Pomefiore dorm leader can feel the vein in his head beginning to throb as he hears his rival’s voice, the Royal Sword Academy student smiling as he came up to him and grabbed his hand.

“Let’s sing together! If we all sing together I’m sure it would be a lot more fun!”

Neige smiles as he grabs Vil’s hand, quickly interlocking their fingers together as the other complains about the distance. His eyes meet yours before he grins and gives you a peace sign.

“I’m going to steal him away real quick, I hope you don’t mind!”

“Neige!”

You blink before smiling as you wave goodbye, hugging Grimm close to you as you watch Vil be dragged away by Neige to the center of the stage. The small familiar in your arms groans as he hears the music start up again. “Not agaaaaain. Make it stoooop. My tunaaaaaaa!”

With a giggle, you scratch the top of his head as he buries his face in the crook of your arm.

“Go back to sleep, Grimmy. Let’s go back home.”

The music blares behind you as you hum along to the song, bobbing your head to the beat as Vil’s voice comes through loud and clear despite the cheers and the fanfare.

“See you guys again!”

You smile and hug Grimm close, walking towards the exit of the Coliseum.

What a bummer. Guess you couldn’t work up the courage to tell him after all.

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“You guys got everything?”

“Ah wait!” Kalim rushes back into Ramshackle as Jalim pinches the bridge of his nose, “I forgot Vil’s face stuff!”

You smile at Jalim, “You always seem to have your hands full.”

“Isn’t that an understatement.” he smiles, “Are you that eager to get us out of here, Prefect?”

“Not at all. I’ll be really lonely once you guys leave.”

Jalim stares at you before looking back at the Ramshackle door, his actions making you laugh as you pat his back and head inside. Guy wasn’t used to people being that honest, was he? You smile when Kalim meets you at the bottom of the stairs, hugging you close and saying quick goodbyes as Jamil called out to him for the second time.

“There they go…”

You whistle a low tune as you head upstairs, letting out a huge sigh as you flop down on your bed.

It was the most perfect opportunity...and you blew it.

Vil had been living with you for almost a whole MONTH and you only managed to have a decent conversation with him maybe three times. And you weren’t going to count that awkward moment you two shared that night.

Probably the reason he didn’t talk to you at all after that!

He had been concentrating so hard to win this competition and all you needed to do was just give him some good words of support, not go off about how you thought he was the ‘fairest’ in all of the school! What kind of STUPID confession was that! You wanted to be smooth about it and maybe ask him if he wanted to come with you to the Monstro Lounge after all of this was over.

At least you had gotten some decent words through. It had been inspiring to watch him work. You didn’t really have an opinion on him when you two first met but watching him put his everything into this one competition made you want to put everything into finding a way back home.

And like always, feelings of admirations grew to something else.

Something annoying and unnecessary.

Vil probably saw right through you, the way you would wake up early to catch him humming in the showers as you brushed your teeth. No, he probably caught on when you complimented every single meal he made when it was his turn to cook. Or maybe he caught on when you straight up admitted that you thought he was the most beautiful person on campus.

You laugh as you sling your arm over your eyes.

“I’m so messy.”

A knock on your door bolts you up from your bed. You knew it wasn’t Grimm since he had taken dibs on the bath first and was probably enjoying the hot water you wish you could enjoy as well. Amethyst eyes meet yours as Vil stares at you, bag on the floor by his side as you two stare each other down.

“...should I just leave?”

“No!” you immediately get up and walk over to him, “Let me walk you out. It is the duty of a Prefect to see all the guests out, after all~”

“You only have one other member living in your dorm, potato.”

“Doesn’t mean I should ignore the title given to me. That’s what Riddle taught me.”

You make a move to walk out into the hallway but his arm stops you, blocking your way as your eyes look into the deep purple linen. It must be really soft to touch-- “Oi.”

Whoops, lost in thought again.

“You say something?”

Vil sighs and you were expecting the usual disappointed look but your heart nearly beat out of your chest when you saw him smile, your hands clenching into tight fists as you step back two steps.

“You were talking about responsibilities of a dorm leader, so I’m doing my responsibility as well. I’m thanking you.”

“Ha! Vil-senpai you shouldn’t be thanking me, it was the Headmaster’s decision after all.”

Even then he shouldn’t be thanking you, if anything you should be thanking him.

“So you’re just going to refuse my gratitude?” his fingers brush away some strands of your hair, “Did Riddle only teach you one thing?”

You try to count by 5’s in your head as your face heats up, how were you still standing up?

“Sorry. You’re right.” you take a deep breathe, “You’re welcome. I’m glad my dorm could be of some service.”

It was a good idea to leave out the ‘to you’, it would probably creep him out.

Silence hung heavy in the room as the two of you heard the clock tick away at the minutes, Vil’s arm still blocking your exit to the hallway.

“Uhm...Vil-senpai?”

“I want to have no regrets for this VDC, potato. As frustrating as it is...I gave it my all and I lost.”

You open your mouth to try and console him but he stops you with just a stare. “But I have no regrets on how I approached this. The method was perfect and the song was perfect. I even managed to shape some rough looking potatoes into decent enough students.”

He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and picking his words carefully.

“But I intend to leave this experience with no regrets whatsoever. Both on and off the stage.”

You tilt your head, “As in?”

The ticking of the clock stops for a moment as your chin is tilted upwards, starts up again when you feel a hand on your cheek pull you close and stops entirely when a pair of lips press against your own.

Your arms hang uselessly at your sides as Vil kisses you, his lips unmoving while the hand holding your cheek slithers all the way down to your waist. A shiver runs all the way from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, the sudden rush of warmth making you pull away.

Yet he selfishly clung to you.

“Are you going to walk me out, Prefect?”

The answer is quick as you wrap your arms around his neck, quickly pulling him down for another kiss. His heels click harshly against the wooden flooring as you two walk backwards and fall on your bed, the purple linen you had admired earlier now caressing your arms as you pull away for a quick breather.

“Vil--”

He takes advantage of your open mouth, tongue pushing inside and pressing against yours as he pulls your arms away from his neck and pins them to the bedding. You want to keep your eyes open, want to see Vil in ways you hoped nobody else had seen before. The circlet on his head probably disheveled from the rough tumble you two had, the eyeliner pressed so neatly against his eyelid, the way his fingers so delicately kept you from moving as his thumb caressed your wrist.

You can’t help but whine as he pulls away, trying to follow his lips but being kept in place by those hands on his. Vil watches you take deep gulps of air, his hands squeezing your wrists to keep you in place before moving away to take off the circle on top of his head as he laid it gingerly on the pillow next to your head.

“I’m going to ask again, Prefect.”

Vil presses a kiss to your eyelid, moving down to your cheek and finally your chin as his fingers toy with the first button of your pajama shirt.

“Are you going to walk me out?”

He smiles when you hold out your arms open for him, your eyes begging him to not leave you alone.

Tongues meet before lips as Vil shrugs off his robe and makes himself comfortable in your arms, grabbing his magic pen and flicking his wrist in order to shut the door to your room and locking it.

Obviously he would have to leave before the raccoon was done with his bath, but he was intending to finish this VDC with no regrets.

So the little furball could wait.

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Omake:

“Oi!!! Why did you lock the door!”

“Grimm don’t come in here!”

“Hah? You know this is my room too!”

“I know but right now I’m-ah!-busy! I’m busy!”

“With what--!”

“Grimm I’m just busy! Ace left a bunch of his snacks down in the kitchen! I’ll let you take dibs on whatever you want!”

“....no take backsies?”

“No--oh Great Sevens--no take backsies!”

“Fgnaa! I’ll dig in then~!”

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #pomefiore #vil x reader #twst mc #chapter 5 spoilers #available books

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breakingdownsu · 6 years ago

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Spiderweb Chapter Three

Note: This is coming out later than I anticipated, I'm under a new treatment regimen so I'm unsure of what writing time is available right now, but will hopefully keep updating on a semi-regular basis. Thanks for your patience.

…..

Pearl ownership turned out to be very different than Slim had initially feared. She had acquired enough cash over the orbits to afford a brand-new one, for her needs were modest, but her natural wariness over being in the company of other gems had her thinking it would be awkward to have a gem, even a gem that barely counted as a gem, permanently in her space.

But the pearl was so unobtrusive she kept forgetting it was there. She could spend entire quadrants going over spatter evidence with such focus that whenever she turned around and spotted the pearl, she jumped. It wouldn't move unless she told it to, so it was more-or-less a constant fixture in the corner of the apartment.

Slim asked it to pick up things, tidy the apartment, even process some of the more boring data for her, but she was naturally self-sufficient and there just wasn't much work to give the pearl. A fleeting thought of using the pearl for her carnal urges occurred to her, but it was gone in the next moment; Slim had never really had trouble with those urges in the first place, and she found the idea of doing that with the pearl oddly distasteful.

It wasn't until a full seven cycles passed since Orthoclase had handed over the pearl that Slim finally hit a breakthrough.

She had been analyzing some crime evidence that didn't seem to make sense. Improvising as she always did, she picked up an object of equivalent weight and heft to the supposed weapon (a small sulphide container) and swung it in the supposed trajectory of the evidence. But her swing was clumsy, and the container was heavier than she expected, it slipped from her grasp.

She had, more-or-less, hurled it at the pearl.

There was less than a single pelmetre between Slim and the rest pod that the pearl had been sitting on, and less than a parsec to avoid being hit. Slim didn't see the pearl move, but it had, and the container hit the back of the rest pod, smashing the control panel there.

“Hm. You dodged it,” she murmured, a little stunned.

“I'm sorry,” the pearl responded.

“No, don't be sorry,” Slim said. Her mind was ticking over fast, as it usually did when she was piecing evidence together. “Why did you dodge it? I didn't have time to tell you...”

“I have a basic self-preservation program in place, and you did not order me to ignore it.”

“I can do that?”

“It's recommended in the manual.”

“Which I never got, because you're illegal,” Slim mused, tapping her forehead. “And your previous owner didn't follow the instructions?”

“My previous owner didn't read the manual. She only owned me for three cycles before she lost me on the tracer.”

“I see.”

Slim wanted to test the pearl's reaction time, so naturally she didn't give any warning when she struck out and slapped it across the face. To her shock, the pearl didn't even attempt to defend itself.

“What...?” Slim sputtered. Her hand stung, she hadn't held back. “Why didn't you block me?”

“I'm sorry. Did you want me to block?”

A deep purple bruise was already blooming across the pearl's cheek. Looking at it, Slim felt a little sick.

“Well, yes!” she said, fiddling with her hair as she always did when she felt on edge. “You just told me you have self-preservation programming, I assumed you'd stop me and I wanted to see how fast you could...”

“You're my owner. I can't defend myself from you.”

“Even without me ordering you to let me beat you up?” Slim snorted, incredulously.

“Of course. It's a basic rule.”

Slim made a little noise in the back of her throat. She had assumed the pearls that had been mutilated by their murdered owners had been ordered not to defend themselves, but she hadn't realized that all pearls were programmed to be helpless towards their owners in particular.

“Okay,” Slim sighed. “I'm going to hit out at you again, and this time I do want you to try and avoid getting hit. In fact, I want you to avoid getting hit by anyone or anything from now on, okay?”

“I understand.”

Slim held off for about half a quadrant before she struck out again. This time, the pearl had been idling by the corner of the apartment and the only way to avoid Slim's fist was to jump over her.

She did.

It looked to Slim like the pearl had disappeared into thin air, with just the slight air displacement that set Slim's hair floating to indicate she had moved at all. Slim's fist just about glanced the wall, and the pearl was behind her.

That's interesting.

Slim knew from the evidence she had found that a pearl's physical strength was nothing compared to even the weakest of gems, but not much had ever been written about their speed. It made sense for them to be fast, they had considerably less mass than normal gems, but it seemingly had never been utilized in any real way.

A little shiver ran down her spine. The great advantage that the zoatox species had had against gemkind had been their unbelievable speed. Breeding, growing and attacking had all happened in the blink of a gem's eye, and every time gems managed to gain some upper ground the zoatox evolved and attacked in a new and more vicious way. Diamond Core's great and horrific sacrifice had just barely managed to stop them.

Whispers across Homeworld were saying that these murders bore the hallmarks of a zoatox attack. Perhaps they did, but pearls had been compared to zoatox more than once and for good reason.

Slim was just about to download the most recent pearl ownership manuals when her holocast rang. She didn't even have to look at it.

Another one.

…..

The markets were so busy when Slim made her way to the far quadrant it was hard to believe a gem had been shattered.

Let alone two.

Well, one and a half. We can't register a pearl as a gem shattering.

On the surface, it looked like the pearl was mere collateral damage. According to the witnesses (who were talking rapidly in the constructs about the little they had seen), whatever had struck Hematite had gone through the pearl. Slim inspected the perspex box the pearl had been inside, measuring the cracks.

There goes my theory.

Her mind had just been starting to come around to the idea that a pearl had committed these crimes, perhaps on the order of some gem that had seen possibility in their speed. Whatever had hit those targets had been long and thin, and could only do serious damage if they were used at high velocity. But she couldn't imagine a pearl destroying another pearl in the process.

On the other hand, pearls didn't seem to be capable of going against orders even at risk to their own safety, why wouldn't they destroy a pearl if they were following orders?

I don't know enough about pearls for this.

And that was probably why Orthoclase had handed over the pearl.

Lavender. That's its name. Her name.

“What are you thinking?” the commanding Amethyst asked her. “Turf war?”

“Unlikely,” Slim mumbled. “Hematite's had this shop here for seven hundred plus orbits.”

“So?” the Amethyst scoffed. “This whole quadrant changes hands every couple of orbits. Maybe she was a holdout.”

“Whatever you say,” Slim said, rolling her eyes.

The attack trajectory was once again coming from the ceiling. It had gone through the upper corner of the perspex box, through the pearl's gem, out of the base of the box and through Hematite's shoulder. The pearl wouldn't have felt a thing, but the Hematite had been in enough pain to scream, loud enough to attract the attention of every gem shopping in the district. By the time anyone was in direct line of sight, Hematite was shattered and whatever had attacked her was long gone.

All within the space of three parsecs at most.

No gem was capable of that kind of speed.

As far as they knew.

“Aw, they got the pearl too?”

A Spinel was lingering by the door (probably just released from the evidence constructs), staring at the perspex box with vague dismay.

“I'm afraid so,” Slim told her. “But even if it wasn't, it would have been taken in as evidence.”

“I know that,” the Spinel groaned. “I wanted to get dibs when it gets released on the pre-owned circuit.”

“Why? What's so special about this pearl?”

“It's freaky,” Spinel said with a cheerful grin. “Hematite used to sell tickets.”

Aha.

“Freaky how?” Slim asked, feigning disinterest by rummaging through her toolkit.

“Like, it's been dead the entire time she had it,” the Spinel explained. “Except sometimes it used to move when you weren't looking. Hematite kept it in that box to show she wasn't making it move. It was seriously spooky,”

Curiouser and curiouser.

“How shattered is it, exactly?” Spinel asked.

“Completely.”

“Ah, slag it,” Spinel muttered and slumped away.

Two mutilated pearls and a dead one that moved.

The squad dealing with the case were packing up and moving on. No doubt they'd be pinning this as a turf war between rival gangs and Hematite as an innocent bystander. Slim, of course, knew it ran much deeper than that, but she also knew they wouldn't listen to her.

…..

Slim lingered around the market stalls for a little longer than was comfortable for her. In the past it had been a good place to pick up rumours that lead to case facts, so it was worth the mild anxiety being surrounded by so many gems tended to provoke. They never clocked her for a patrol Amethyst; at her size, she was usually mistaken for a strangely-coloured Jade.

Even so, the cycle had nearly ended before she heard anything useful.

A downstreet stall selling offcut compound mixes was a quiet corner in the otherwise-crowded market, a steady stream of gems stopped by to drink compound and chat to the Iolite running the stall. Slim camped out there for a while before a Larimar stopped by and, over the course of three compounds, told her entire life story. Slim half-listened right up until she heard something interesting.

“She just hasn't been the same since,” the Larimar moaned. “It's like, nothing's really exciting anymore!”

“Well, why don't you hit the backstreet? They've got that blind pearl, it's supposed to be pretty nifty...” the Iolite responded. She sounded bored.

“We got banned from that place,” Larimar groaned. “She got carried away....besides, when you've seen the Murder Pearl take out old zoatox veterans everything else just pales in comparison.”

Murder Pearl?

“Better you than me,” Iolite shivered. “Personally I find the whole idea of murder pearls creepy.”

“Lucky for you there's only one then,” Larimar laughed. “But I asked and Hematite says she has no idea when the next fight is going to be. She says the pearl is down for maintenance, but like I believe that...”

There were many Hematites on Homeworld, and a good number of them involved in criminal activity, but Slim knew exactly what Hematite this Larimar was talking about. Only one Hematite was known for hosting underground fighting matches. She paid large amounts of cash to the Amethyst squadrons to look the other way.

…..

“I don't have it,” Hematite growled. “Don't you need a warrant?”

“Actually, I don't. I have authority to raid at random,” Slim responded. “I don't really feel like doing that, though.”

“Okay, what do you want? I can give you a few thousand...”

“I don't want cash, I just want you to answer some questions. All off the record.”

Hematite cursed under her breath, rubbed her temples and sighed.

“Okay, fine. I'll tell you what I can. Off the record. If it goes any further, I'll deny everything.”

“Deal,” Slim shrugged. “Tell me about the pearl.”

“It was a joke, okay? It was just some old broken pearl I got off the black market, got it rejigged and set it up in the arena. It was supposed to get smashed. It was never meant to fight.”

“But...it did fight?”

“It did. It fought and it won. Over and over.”

“How is that possible?” Slim asked. “Pearls aren't built for fighting, and from what I understand you get really tough gems volunteering for this kind of thing...”

“I don't know how, it just kept winning. It just...always found a way to kill them.”

“What orders did you give it?”

“I didn't give it any orders,” Hematite moaned. “I just said something stupid, like 'try not to die too quickly' or something, I don't know! I never had a pearl before, Larimar had a bunch of them...I didn't know what I was doing, okay?”

“Okay,” Slim agreed. “So, where is this pearl now?”

“No idea,” Hematite growled. “Orthoclase borrowed it and never returned it. Not that I want it back, it made me lots of money but it scared the slag out of me...Larimar left me for a while because of it....why do you want to know, anyway?”

“No particular reason,” Slim lied.

#steven universe fanfiction #HOMEWORLD DYSTOPIA #murder pearl #orthoclase and pearl #oc gems #murder mystery

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