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Rumors Pt. 2

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Eventually joining sides to take down and figure out who is behind 'The Catacombs' it seems that this blog has its sights set on other victims besides you both.

Warnings: slightly toxic relationship (not Vil!), talk of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 8.4K

Part 1 Here!

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There sat the four of you.

Whilst your phone's notifications were ringing the air, all different tones and chimes, but no matter how they worded or intended it they all wanted the same thing. 

Answers.

Who was right? Who was in the wrong? Is any of this true?

You eventually all silenced your devices as the pinging was intruding your thoughts alongside being extremely irritating. All was quiet and awkward as each of you could barely focus nor formulate a plan as to how you could even begin to find out who this was or what to do. 

The rumor was already dangerous, with news outlets and social media beginning to run with the narrative that Vil was this absolute villain like the ones he played on the big screens, a sociopath who abused his power of being a star. And they were also eager to get your perspective, your side of the alleged abuse and the torment you faced at the hands of this beloved celebrity. Before you both could catch your breath, these speculations about the two of you, whether on your side or not, were spreading like wildfire. 

The photos were so incriminating with one of Vil pointing his finger at you whilst you stood there with an exasperated expression. It was the perfect picture for the narrative they were trying to paint and it was all done on the exact same day of Vil acting like a bit of an asshole. Therefore, anyone could have overheard and given an account of Vil’s “bullying”.

One of the main things that was so unsettling was that this ‘Catacombs’ person was so close to you, yet you had no idea who they were or where to even begin with trying to seek out the culprit of this.

Vil’s expression was unreadable as he scrolled on his phone, and to a blind eye it seemed as though he was nonchalant and uncaring, his eyes told a different story. Illuminated and hypnotized by the media coming out regarding the situation and wanting to know the public consensus of the scandal.

Eventually, the dorm leader was forced to put the phone down by Rook, the huntsman’s manicured hand lightly gripping his and placing the device on the coffee table before telling Vil that those people online “don’t know what they’re talking about at all”. Truthfully speaking, Rook had his lines ready like clockwork as this occurrence wasn’t anything new, and whenever something like this happened, it was more important to get Vil to put the phone down rather than what you say. 

However, it was undeniable that this was one of the worst cases of a hate train on Vil that Rook in his time of being his friend. As despite usually being thick skinned on the surface, Vil could not even pretend that he was okay. And it was obvious by the actor being rendered speechless and the features on his face hollowed out and he stared into space.

Whilst Rook was speaking to Vil in an attempt to soothe him, Epel turned to you on the couch cushion beside him and held your hand, “I promise Rook and I will be here if you need us. When we find out who this devil is I’ll be sure to give 'em’ a piece of my mind I swear, Y/N!” His declaration, although fierce and serious, made you crack a small smile. You couldn’t help it, it was just a bit funny to see your friend so ferocious and passionate with his tiny yet mighty self.

It wasn’t too long before you had to part with the huntsman and the lilac haired boy as they needed to hold down the Pomefiore dorm as it had been in shambles following the news break of your alleged feud. 

“I will be sure to give you updates on how Pomefiore is fairing, Roi du Poisson. Please, both of you, take care of yourselves,” Rook said pointedly, giving a hug to each of you before he left alongside Epel. 

You ushered your company out the door, both you and Vil giving goodbyes and telling them to get home safe. As soon as you closed the door, Vil reverted back to his position on your arm chair, but you continued to stare outside the window watching them leave until they were out of sight. And you could blame just wanting them to be safe, but it gave you time to think as you looked at the land in front of you, and the stars occasionally. Yes, you would definitely miss them as they both provided a slight amount of comfort with having to deal with this mystery stalker and broke the ice between you and Vil. But, as you both were left alone one thing became glaringly obvious.

The stalker could absolutely be anyone, and you couldn’t afford to lend trust to anyone except yourselves.

This ‘Catacombs’ person could be watching your movements right now and looking for-

“Paranoid?” Vil spoke, breaking your train of thought alongside the harsh silence between you. 

You swallowed a bit before answering, “...Yeah.” 

He let out a sigh, putting down his phone once he remembered not to doom scroll as it would only make himself feel worse. Vil knew he always had a tendency to revert to old habits even after being told this tip by friends and management alike. “There are already articles popping up…if you’re curious” Vil trailed off, trying to get you to stop looking at the window. Which he did succeed at as you began to walk to the couch and plant yourself on it. He took a deep breath before starting his next point, “Listen… I have experience in this business which means I have a couple ideas as to how to solve this PR nightmare but they certainly aren’t foolproof,” 

You looked at him quizzically, snapping yourself out of your daze, “You have a plan already?” 

“Of course I do, who do you take me for?” He asked, a bit offended that you would believe he wasn’t at least cooking up something to save both (mainly his) of yours’ reputations.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’re ultra smart, what are you thinking?” you asked while rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued. 

“We cannot trust anyone other than each other, you are vulnerable to online scrutiny and this is a plan to sabotage us both. I know fans can be ruthless and I of all people know that the internet can be cruel. I…” He drew his breath and continued to speak, “believe that you are not the person behind this. Whatever this gossip blog is, it was meant to divide us. But we are going to do the opposite.” 

 “So, what are you saying?” imploring for him to further explain his thoughts.

“We are going to subvert expectations, even if it isn’t genuine, throwing the media and the “Catacombs” for a loop. Instead of spiraling and drawing more attention, we will create peace. You and I are going to be friends.” 

You nodded but were still hesitant, “...I see where you’re going with this, but do you genuinely believe this is going to work?” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo to know what does and doesn’t work. If we were just two friends bickering that were taken out of context, I’m not a villain and you are no victim. This situation will be deemed as nothing alongside discrediting the “Catacombs”. If we get asked by anyone about the details of the “fight”, tell them we have no clue what they’re talking about and that you’re a pretty good friend of mine,” he explained.

He stroked the top of his hat before continuing, “There’s a party in two weeks at the Scarabia dorm and I’ll take you so we can make a public appearance.” 

“I’m not exactly a party person and it would look like we’re not just-”

“Will you not be so damn stubborn? This is just for the time being and then we can go back to being out of each other's hair. Do you think I want to be stuck with you at a party?” 

“See? This is exactly why they think you’re a bull-” 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, putting a finger over his mouth as the blonde listened for something. The blondes’ eyes were steady on the window as he leaned in over the shell of your ear, speaking lowly but still frustrated, “Keep quiet, we aren’t alone.” 

You were confused as to how he even knew, but he was already headed for the window, looking at the rustling of the bush directly under the pane. The plant rustled violently with great vigour, as you both waited expectantly for whatever would emerge from it.

Only for it to be a squirrel that began booking it down your yard and through the black gate. 

At least you both were on your toes.

~~

It was late in the night, and over the course of a couple days it became routine for Vil to come over. Not because you both enjoyed each others’ company but to discuss your plans forward and rehearse certain things like getting along cordially in public, especially in class. Or reposting each others’ posts on social media but to make sure you have other stuff and other peoples’ posts on your story to make it look casual. It was extremely calculated and fake yes, but you have to do what suffices to make the image you were trying to portray stick.

 But Vil decided to crash on your couch as he had an exam to study for this weekend and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch a break if he was at Pomefiore. Even though paparazzi weren't legally allowed on campus, the school newspaper and other curious, prying people would be hounding him down at the dorm. And by speaking to them or even a slight interaction would cause a trickle-down effect, where it would get back to media outlets.

 It was nice to just get some privacy and despite the disfavor you felt towards him, you were understanding as you weren’t the public figure in this situation and were far less popular than Vil. Therefore, you granted him that peace by letting him reside in your house. 

But until 8pm, which is when he was supposed to show up at Ramshackle, you stayed almost half asleep, drifting in and out on your L-shaped couch until your phone vibrated twice in a row.

Ace:P

Hey 

Can we talk? 

You:

I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls 

But what's up?

Ace:

I know you have prob seen what's going on and people are asking me for details abt this whole thing

But I gotta ask

Is the bullying that serious from Vil? Because it seems hella out of character for him

Like ik yall don’t get along but what people are saying he did is kinda insane  

You:

It’s not anything serious I swear on everything

But this stupid ass texter completely lied

Ace: 

Messenger has sent link

I feel bad because there’s already stories about Vil on the internet

This is so stupid I’m really sorry Y/N

You:

It’s fine, I just want this sorted out as fast as possible since this is ridiculous 

Plus he’s already onw to my house since everyone at his dorm keeps bothering him

Ace:

Well it seems yall don’t exactly hate each other after all ¬‿¬ 

You:

Whatever ur implying stop it, its gross 😭

Ace: 

Alright never againnnn

If u need to talk about anything else I’m here and so is Deuce

Oh and have fun with your playdate with Vil ;))

You:

I swear to god I am going to have your head I hate you I hate you

ANSWER THE PHONE YOU TROGLODYTE THIS ISNT OVER

And if it was on queue, there was rapping at the front door and you already knew who it belonged to, it was after all 8pm sharp. As you got up, you thought to yourself as to why the hell he was never 1 minute late or early it’s beyond weird, it’s like he can’t even be a normal person. 

But you opened the door and there Vil was holding his textbook and notebook while wearing casual white silk pants and a periwinkle tee shirt with the text ‘Althea’s Garden 1881’ with an illustration of plants and berry bushes.  But there was something more surprising than seeing him so casual.

 “You wear glasses? Or are those just another luxury item you wore just to flex on me like your Mersache sandals?” You asked genuinely while pointing at his attire.

“Yes, I do wear glasses for your information and these sandals were just what was convenient, L/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows. 

“Huh, I thought you would be perfect in all areas, including vision,” you said semi-sarcastically before stepping aside to let him inside.

And if your vision had mistaken you, you caught a light pink blush on his cheeks before he spoke back to you. 

‘Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see?’ 

Wait, what the hell were you even thinking to yourself? Vil of all people, I mean sure he was an objectively good-looking guy, but you know you both were as compatible as water is to fire. You shook your head before heading toward your kitchen as he set himself up on your living room table.

And you brushed it off as just a random thought and you were definitely just seeing things. 

~~

You were counting down the days til Scarabia’s party and until then it all felt so violating to have people who you never knew try to peer into your business. The whole situation made you almost into a semi-celebrity on campus for the wrong reason. People were passing notes, whispering when you came and went, and straight up asking you why you hadn’t spoken up over Vil “tormenting” you.

“So is this whole princely thing a persona?”

“Is he as mean as he looks?”

“Did you lowkey like it? Hey listen, I know bullying is bad but look at the guy.”

And seriously, you deserved better than being questioned from post-its written in Crayon. You're in college for crying out loud who even uses crayons? 

You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for Vil, it was exhausting enough even for you. But you both held it down leading up to the special date and keeping up appearances, with side by side, friendly interactions. Even “hanging out” casually during lunch and in between classes, was absolutely genius and flip-flopped everyone’s opinion about the gossip, deeming it to be completely unreliable and made up. 

And then like Vil expected, the trickle down effect began with online sources publishing these photos, which was the final blow to swaying the public opinion. And as you scrolled under the topic of Vil on social media there truly wasn’t anyone believing that he did any wrong doing. 

User 51670945: Turns out this whole thing is just fake as hell wtf 

MareM0bbb: They’re legit friends and yall made up these fake rumors abt my baby daddy Vil for no reason…

Flygyallll: I TOLD YALL THAT THESE RUMORS WAS FAKE ASF

User 23094549: As much as I wanna be a hater on him…truth is truth it is what it is lmao

K1wifruit: Huh he always kinda gave mean but I guess this stuff isn’t true at all

Vil continued to research the progression of the situation on his own pristine silver laptop at your house. He clicked the keys, typing on the search bars of Witter, Magicam and other places of the net to give proper analysis of the fruits of both of yours’ labor. 

“So, what did you come here to tell me anyways?” you asked, leaning over his shoulder to check the screen. 

“I came to tell you that everyone is scrutinizing the source that provided the info of our ‘fight’. I haven’t been checking up on this so it’s good to see it’s falling in our favor,” Vil reported his sharp, lilac eyes scouring the screen. 

“Wait, you aren’t checking up on this stuff?” You asked shocked. You couldn’t even sleep and the Wizoogle search bar has been a victim of being constantly used from you checking up on what people have to say about this whole situation. 

“Of course not, you’ll just give yourself a headache if you keep obsessively checking. A part of solving problems is patience,” he replied as if it was common sense despite him obsessing over it a week ago. His eyes finally left the screen and on to you, you couldn’t exactly tell but it seemed like the blonde’s gaze softened.

 “It seems like you have not rested since this whole thing happened. The blue light of screens is really showing up on your face, you know” Vil sighed, shutting his laptop and grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to your couch.

“Yeah, because I’m not exactly experienced with the whole world dunking on me and some random person I barely know. I feel like shit and I think I only slept like 5 hours yesterday,” You groaned into your knees, finally lifting up your head to face Vil who was ready to scold you but you genuinely weren’t in the mood. How could you sleep when that slanderer was just out there running amok? 

“So, what’s the plan now?” you asked, eager to hear what’s next Which caused him to let out a sigh as he looked over at you.

“Rest, you need it.” 

“Vil, I’m being serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. I will not tell you the next part of our plan until you get under that blanket, do you understand me?” 

And while you were pissed that he scolded you like a child, begrudgingly you put your head on one of the plush pillows gifted by Kalim and covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes widened at him and bowed your head gesturing to Vil to continue talking and carry out his part of the bargain. 

He hopped into the love seat across from you before speaking, “Now, we are in a secure spot and people think we are friends but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still in deep water. The “Catacombs” could be at this party we wouldn’t even know about it, therefore I’m laying down some ground rules. No arguing, we get along a bit for appearances, and then we can split and never talk again,” Vil said, standing up and pacing as he spoke. 

“Ah, and one last thing; don’t do anything stupid,” he finished, pointing a gloved hand at you. 

“Thanks for having a lot of faith in me, Vil. I hope you do the same,” you huffed, far too comfortable at that point to argue back aggressively. And in the blink of an eye, you went from bickering to already being fast asleep.

~~~

It was the biggest night yet not just for you and Vil but for the entirety of Night Raven, with Kalim promising that it would be the “party of the century” and that “you absolutely had to come”. 

You spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready as let’s just say, you’ve been on a dry spell for god knows how long. Of course this party was for appearances, following Vil’s plan but… to say you have been lonely would be an understatement and this party was the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know someone outside of class. As you stared in the mirror and went to apply a final spray of your favorite perfume, your phone vibrated a text from not Vil but someone who you have been waiting for for hours.

Hermes:

Lmao, that’s crazy

Was wondering if ur heading to Scarabia’s rager or nah?

Yes, he did leave you on delivered for eons but you genuinely really liked this guy and wanted to make it work. And just as you were about to answer, another message popped up from your favorite person ever. 

Vil:

Are you ready? 

Waiting outside for you

You:

I’ll be out in a sec u can just come through the front it’s unlocked :P

Vil:

You know you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked

Something could have happened to you 

You:

Yeah but it’s not is it?

Plus I got you, a hella strong wizard as my bodyguard

Vil:

I’m not your bodyguard.

And you need to be better about being less careless

As he sent that last text he opened the door, ensuring he locked it behind himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were kind of filled with excitement for this party. You made the last finishing touches, you stepped back from your vintage vanity that Crowley bought you as a gift from a probably shady garage sale. Your eyes traced yourself up and down and even you knew that you looked amazing- 

“Are you ready yet or not?!” you heard from downstairs. The hypocrisy from the queen of getting ready is insane but you speed up putting on your shoes and getting downstairs to Vil. 

Before you could get a good look at him you began to scold him as you descended down the creaky wooden steps, “I don’t know why you were rushing me you came like, 2 minutes ago?” 

“Actually it was more like 15 minutes ago, like always your eyes were not on the clock at all,” he replied, turning around to face you fully.

“W-”

But before you could speak, your eyes met his face. And although you couldn't see his eyes due to his slim sunglasses, this look, no himself and his clothes were absolutely stunning. One thing about Vil that even you could admit to yourself is that you can call him a bit cold, calculated, or blunt, but never ugly. And it was oh so apparent tonight.

 He wore looser fitting dress pants with a slim tux outlining his silhouette of his shoulders, his tie was a beautiful, eye-catching lavender and his jewelry adorning his hands and ears was silver with diamond highlights. He looked runway ready. The flawless, handsome and untouchable image of Vil Schoenheit that people look up to, not the annoying guy that is your number one hater.

The blonde took off his slim, blacked out shades to look at you and he hummed and put the glasses back on, which left you confused. 

“What?”

“Your outfit isn’t…terrible,” he remarked looking at you up and down.

“Wow thanks, I don’t know if you know but not everyone can dress head to toe in designer,” you replied sarcastically. 

“And this is what I get for being nice to you,” the blonde sighed, heading over to the front door of your abode. 

“That was not nice, you were being shady as hell,” you pointed out while rolling your eyes. 

“Me? Shady? Never,” Vil said, a smirk reaching his lips as he pressed a hand on the small of your back, giving a light push,  “C’mon, spud.” 

“...I know you did not just call me a fucking potato right now.” 

~~~

The walk to Scarabia surprisingly wasn’t too long and strenuous especially because it seems like Vil and you were doing better? It sounded strange and completely unnatural but you had a couple of good moments between one another on the way there. 

“Just curious, but how can you brush off the hate all the time?” you asked while walking on the stone pavement away from your house.

“Good question, I see online hate as being unreal.  Everyone is just looking to say something but in person it can be a bit difficult… Especially the situation we’re in now,” he finished but he started to pick it back up after some silence. “I see NightRaven as a place where I’m a bit farther from the spotlight and instead of focusing on my career I’m a student not an actor. Not everything is about my next role or the execution of this scene, this is kind of like a break. And I want people to know that I would never hurt someone like that, and now people at this school think I’m some damn monster.” 

You tried to figure out what to say, you expected some curt answer especially from Vil and not a whole dissertation on his life. Granted you did know more than you lead on about his past and how he feels about acting but still, it caught you off guard. 

“Well…” you started off and immediately he looked at you dead on, “I think that people know you’re a good guy, us going to the party and getting our mingle on together and will prove that there is nothing crazy going on, you're not some mean weirdo.”

He surprisingly started to giggle at your reply, “Getting our mingle on? Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am, you never know who will make an appearance, man! Hey, maybe Kalim has a secret, hot cousin that’s also a gazillionaire like him?” 

And to your shock, your jokes were making him smile, “Hmm, I see you only date within your tax bracket?” 

“Just when I thought you stopped being shady.”

“What?” Vil fake questioned, placing a hand on his chest, “So you’re saying L/N is that you’re not a gazillionaire? Would have never guessed.” 

And before you knew it with a couple more rounds of bickering, you already were in front of the portal to teleport you to the Scarabia dorm.

~~~

Kalim did not lie when he said that this would be the “party of the century” since as soon as you stepped through the portal you could already hear the music and cheering from all corners of the Scarabia dorm. It seemed like there were two sections of where this party, both on the red velvet lined floor and polished stone outside and inside. And both sections were going absolutely wild with excitement.

Following the white haired boys’ orders over text, you both headed to the main doors of the dorm where they were wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. There was a tremendous amount of people upon every inch inside, the music was bumping so loud but you could still hear the excited yells of people inside, and with strobe lights in every corner it gave color to the  dance floor.

You texted Kalim that you were both here only to see a…double text from Hermes! 

Hermes:

Hey

Where you at can’t find you lol

You turned to Vil and began freaking out, during your walk you decided to tell him about your little situationship as you had been thinking about it all day and after all he spilled his guts about his own personal life. You and him at the same party sets the perfect mood for the story you’re going to tell your friends as to how you both became official and introducing him!

Only for Vil to go in with a hammer and crush your dreams once you let him read your texts from the 7 months of talking between each other. 

“He’s not interested in you,” the blonde said, flipping through your phone.

“You’re crazy! Just look at this then,” you replied, taking your phone back searching to find the multiple texts of him flirting with you and hinting at being in a relationship with you. 

You placed your proof right in front of his face and he smiled and shook his head, “You have no idea how guys are, potato.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo Vil, I know the signs and I know how ‘guys are’” you said, quoting the air.

“Let me tell you something, yes he thinks you’re cute but he’s not genuinely into you. He’s making these promises to draw you in,” he replied, his face continuing to look at the path in front of him. 

 “Well he’s fine as hell and it’s just a fun little thing I’m trying Mr. I Have No Faith.”

“I gotta go, he’s looking for me!”

The actor grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear, stopping you from running away, “Oh no you don’t, we had a deal to stick together during this thing for a minute and then we can split.” 

You spoke low like him so people didn’t overhear your plan, “I’ll come back later I swear, Hermes is asking for me right now and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Plus people have already seen us come together,” and so you slipped away easily into the crowd texting back the apple of your eye lightning fast. 

You:

I’ll be on the main balcony u can’t miss it lol

Perfect, nonchalant enough so that he doesn’t think you’re desperate but show you care just enough to see him. 

Hermes was a basketball player attending Night Raven, belonging to the Savannaclaw dorm. He was probably one of the most good looking guys that you knew, his dark brown locks with highlights, gorgeous tan skin and blonde fox ears crowned the top of his head. You both met at one of his basketball games and as you were talking to Jamil, Floyd and Ace he pulled you aside and asked for your number!

Yes, your friends grimaced at the sight and told you not to entertain it because he’s “not a good guy” but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? 

But you got attached. 

And he wasn’t at all, but you thought you could maybe make him feel the same about you. And honestly you thought it was working with the promises and flirting he would whisper in your ear. He was eager to see you and you saw that as proof that this night was your chance to do it and tell him how you really feel. 

It was a beautiful night, the moon was so full and beautiful, the moon beams made the lights within the dormitory feel so insignificant in comparison. The chilling air brushed your skin, and whilst it gave you goosebumps it was a drastic relief from the stuffy air inside. You stared out, your eyes darting from the people below, then to the miles of sand that extended beyond the property. You were so hypnotized by the sight of sand swirling and people that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone. 

“Hey,” you heard from behind, you knew exactly who it was. Your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice and you felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness once your eyes turned to meet him. To say he looked amazing was an understatement, his bright caramel eyes pierced yours as sauntered. His tie was untied and his dress shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and collarbone to you. 

“Hey, it’s uh, been a while since I’ve seen you,” you replied, trying to stay cool at the sight of him despite your heart contradicting your wishes

He hummed in agreement as he eased on the gate of the balcony beside you, “Yeah, I’ve just been hella busy. What about you though?”

You chuckled, “Yeah I’ve been swamped with stuff, like saving the whole school from the S.T.Y.X invasion stuff and just working.” 

He barely even reacted to the info you were telling him, but his gaze remained on you almost like you were a prey animal. And to your dismay you failed to notice and were looking at him quite the opposite. Yes he wasn’t a guy of many words but you actually really liked him, he was just a good listener, this wasn’t just for a potential booty call, this was about wanting something more. 

You disrupted his lustful gaze with a question, “Hey…I was wondering if maybe you would like to get food or coffee sometime? Texting is great and all but I think it would be nice to just hang out with you.” 

And it was like a damn lightswitch the beastman’s mood changed, “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean if you want it to be,” you said, thinking that this was going incredibly smoothly. 

He let air breathe out in a chuckle before continuing, “Listen, I genuinely don’t know what you thought this was gonna be. But I don’t do dates with flings like this, I’m kinda a…,” he snapped his fingers to remember the words, “no strings attached kinda guy, sorry.”  

How could you be a “no strings attached” kind of guy when you said you’d love to see me more often in classy outfits and that you looked stunning? Or that playing video games would be even more fun if it was in real life with you beside him? Taking every opportunity during class to sit next to me everyday? When he said that he had never felt so comfortable with anyone else? But in you couldn’t voice any of those thoughts and instead listened to what he had to say, it was as if your lips were glued stuck and you were paralyzed. 

“If you wanna fuck I’d be totally down n’ you could hit my line but other than that I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away from you and holding up a peace sign. And with that, he was out of your line of sight.

You were too stunned to cry or formulate words, and as soon as you knew you wouldn’t encounter him right outside of the opening to the balcony you began walking. Walking to where? You didn’t exactly know, you just felt your feet carrying your body around the party. You didn’t care about anything at the time and you silenced your phone and decided that you could just check it later. Feelings that if you heard any more notifications you would just snap. Within your ribcage, your heart was doing backflips whilst your stomach felt empty whilst fluttering making a concurrent, horrible mess within you. 

 And in an attempt to convince yourself that you didn’t care about what you just went through, you found yourself in the kitchen. There were only two people in the kitchen itself whilst everyone else was seated or near the tables within it. Your eyes landed on the smuggled liquid courage placed on the kitchen counter that was enticing you. So you decided to drown your sorrows and drink some to forget, and then some more.

The drink was far different from those from Earth’s, it hit like the purest of alcohol and warmed your throat but it had such a delicious taste that you ended up filling your entire cup over and over again.

And you definitely felt better than ever, yet couldn’t remember a single thing past that moment.

~~~

He never really cared for parties too much, as before Nightraven he had to attend one almost every week to mingle and socialize with others to aid his own career. But Vil knew that it was best for himself and you to go to this party to hold down the image of you two being friends. Until you spoiled the damn plan to see your new boytoy and to say that he was upset would be an understatement. 

Vil’s expression soured behind his skinny, dark shades at the thought of you with that man, he didn’t care of course what you did, but he had enough brain power to know that he wasn’t into you besides a quick fuck. And over the past couple of days of being around you, growing into acquaintances, and witty banter between you too that he could feel sorry about you falling for this situationship you found yourself in. 

Eventually enough time passed for him to grow concerned over where the hell you could be since you did say you just came to “talk” to him. And either you’re having the time of your life somewhere with this Hermes guy or you could be in big trouble. So he decided to call your phone number from your texts exchanged between each other, as he hadn’t given you a contact yet. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

And the only thing in his ear was an automated robotic voicemail, rather than you. And with a text asking you where you were at, the blonde went on to search for you. He left one of the many common rooms of Scarabia to head to the dancefloor, immediately thinking that you most likely got something to drink or wanted to socialize down there. 

‘There is no way in hell that exchange went well between them,’ Vil thought as he walked by, he let his strides be long to avoid conversations with other people. He had to know why you bailed and weren’t answering your phone, making him search through an ocean of bodies to find you.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes of him gazing through the crowd before something crashed into his back, he quickly turned around to see who pushed into him like that. And it was like the Great Seven heard his prayers for help, it was exactly who he was looking for. 

Due to being a veteran of attending parties whether they be lavish balls from a high profile actor or ragers hosted from some nepo baby milking every inch of daddy’s money, Vil immediately knew just by looking at you for a split second that you were drunk. And you abandoning the plan alongside you being drunk off your ass leaving both of you completely vulnerable to whoever was in here? Pissed wasn’t enough to describe how he felt. 

Vil took your side, his arm going around your back to hold your right upper arm to silently guide you out of this crowd to a possibly free room in the Scarabia dorm. As a dorm leader he knew that every dorm had separate spare rooms in the west wing so he could keep you there so you could sober up. 

Eventually, he quickly found one of them on the outside hallways, he knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening the door. Once opened, there sat a bed with a red, patterned blanket, oak vanity and small bathroom. And most importantly, no windows for anyone to sneak pictures of you two. You sat yourself on the bed whilst Vil paced around slightly, you on the other hand were suffering from heavy brain fog and dizziness.

As Vil paced he was thinking of so many what ifs, what if someone saw you both head into this room alone? What type of narrative would that create about you? He couldn’t afford a dating scandal especially now after he had already gotten lawyers involved with some of the spiraling rumors the media ran with after the “bullying” thing-

“Are you…mad at me, Vil?” you asked in a meek voice, which is when he got a really good look at the state you were in.

That meeting definitely did not go well, the light in the room in contrast to the colorful lights on the dancefloor revealed the tear streaks on your face and the clumped lashes from crying. He readied his mouth to give some sort of retort only to be silenced, you were already going through enough and he didn’t need to pour salt in the wound. 

He sighed before answering, “A bit, but I was just…worried as to where you could have been.”

Vil allowed some silence before asking the big question, “So, I take it that your talk with him didn’t go very well.” 

“I-It didn’t, and I know you told me that he was playing me and I didn’t listen but I was just,” you allowed yourself to catch your breath amongst the tears, “I thought that…it w-was gonna work out after what he told me. No one has told me that I’m amazing or beautiful or pretty smart and I should’ve known he was just s-spitting bullshit.” 

“What he said wasn’t bullshit, but he himself was,” Vil started, untying his tie before sitting next to you on the bed, “My father used to tell me to be careful of people, as sugar and salt look the same, everyone has fallen for this type of thing and you aren’t the first or nor the last. And you also need to recognize this doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or stupid, just a bit naive.” 

“...I guess you’re right,” you replied. 

“I know I’m right, I’m right about almost everything,” Vil smirked, hanging his shades on the neck of his shirt. 

“Oh yeah right, pretty princess” you slurred before hiccuping. 

“Pretty princess? And who are you referring to?” 

“You duuuh, you gave me the nickname potato so I had to come up with something back,” you shrugged. And surprisingly instead of being upset, you got a giggle from the blonde. 

“I guess I deserved that one, pretty princess it is, potato,” Vil said, putting a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

You gave a small, light punch to his chest before telling him to shut up which ended up tickling him. It honestly felt like slow motion in this state, like your chest was bubbly and your head was on cloud nine and you had almost zero control over your body. Your mini back and forth squabble eventually resulted in your hand resting on his thigh, you laid a pointer finger on his cheek before slurring out, “You know, y-you’re pretty all the time. But you’re extra pretty when you’re happy.” 

And with that statement, you laughed so hard that you laid back on the bed which was so comfortable that you ended up passing out. But Vil on the other hand had felt a bit flustered over your compliment, it wasn’t the first time anyone has said something like that and it truly was nothing in comparison to certain thirsty posts people have made about him. But it just felt…different. 

On a separate note, Vil had finally gotten intel over what you had drank as apparently up until fifteen minutes ago was the only drink available besides soda and punch, Ambrosia’s Embrace. A magical liquor that is extremely potent, tasty, and once you get one sip your body demands (Sobering doesn’t take long) more. Because of that, it’s constantly out of stock since it “always makes a party fun”. And luckily for both him and you, one of the side effects is that it makes you forget when you’re sobered up, so once you wake up from your nap a good chunk of your dignity could be saved. 

~~~

It had been about twenty minutes since you laid to rest, and Vil, despite his eyes being trained on his phone checking social media, was still thinking about what you said. He just couldn’t tell if you were just being nice or were you flirting with him? And did you even mean it if you were under the influence, or maybe you had hallucinated your situationship instead of him? 

Eventually you stirring in your sleep resulting in you waking up and snapped Vil from his thoughts. With your eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet you began feeling around on the plush bed. Eventually your eyes met the back of someone wearing a black suit and you were horrified until Vil turned around, his lilac eyes meeting yours. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. You looked around, realizing you were in an unrecognizable bedroom and his tie was undone, his tux was off and a couple of his buttons were unbuttoned exposing his smooth chest to you.

“Oh my god…did we-?” you asked, horrified and backing into the corner of the bed. 

“Absolutely not,” Vil said, shutting down the idea immediately and began fixing his clothes to look presentable. “You got completely wasted and I took you to one of Scarabia’s spare bedrooms for you to sober up. And for your information, I would never take advantage of someone under the influence.” 

You were completely stunned and then began to be disappointed and embarrassed with yourself as your memories of before you got drunk flooded your head. The confessional to Hermes and that leading you to get drunk off your ass was definitely that will replay in your brain before sleep when it decides to showcase your top 10 most embarrassing moments of all time. Out of embarrassment and not wanting to make eye contact, you turned on your phone and began inspecting just in case and turned your ringer back on, and surprisingly you had a good amount of text messages asking where you were and that they wanted to see you but none from that fox eared man from Savannaclaw.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to hear from him, but you were expecting at least something only to be disappointed once again. 

Vil took pity in your expression however and kneeled down silently, putting your shoes back on for you. 

“You don’t need to do that, Vil. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a grown up that could put on my own shoes,” you chuckled, half joking. But to say you didn’t care and weren’t unfazed by him being close to you like this would be a complete lie.

“One of the attachments on this thing came undone as it wasn’t fastened right, you could have fallen so I’m doing it for you” he said before finishing, standing up and giving you a hand. You took it and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you needed any more touch ups. 

“...My apologies if you didn’t want me to fix them, I’m a bit of a perfectionist,” Vil said, his back facing you before he held open the door for you. 

You slithered past him to stand outside the door to look at him, “Woah, Vil Schoenheit apologizing? Is this an alternate reality?”

“Don’t get used to it potato,” he replied before following after you but not before closing the door. 

The cool breeze of the outside immediately bit at you both, but at the same time was soothing in contrast to the semi stuffy spare room. Your feet both clicked on the pavement until a new sound chirped from both of your phones, making you look at each other with wide, knowing eyes. Scared yet eager you checked the message, it was a new five digit number ‘90234’ but you already knew who it was and you immediately felt sick. 

‘This just in, Ruggie Bucchi is so poor he digs through all sorts of trash! His favorite being Scarabia’s and Pomefiore’s but one of his primary targets is his own head dorm leader and right hand man, the royal Leona Kingscholar. And word on the street is that the sneaky hyena has been stealing from Leona for months but also stole the Great Lion’s Mane statue which is an heirloom to the Kingscholar family and was planning to pawn it! But hey, what are friends for right? See the voicenotes below to listen to what he has to say and some pictures of him using his grubby little hands doing what he does best -The Catacombs’

And although you felt guilty for this, the sight of the text message not being about you and Vil was the slightest bit relieving and you could see it in his eyes that he felt the same. But was it true that Ruggie would do something like this? It had to be a misunderstanding, right?

Before you could open your mouth to ask Vil, you were cut off by a loud “What?!” The exclamation sounded like a lion’s growl mixed with english, it could be heard and felt for miles with the vibrations reverberating your feet and chest. You both ran from the outside hallways of Scarabia to the inside, bearing witness to the situation on the dancefloor from upstairs. And whilst you wanted to intervene between the two, Vil grabbed your arm and shook his head. He knew better than you that if you went into the crossfire between the two, it would just make it worse.The dance floor made a large circle to give room for what was about to go down between the two beastman, with some having their cameras ready or just fixated in the moment. 

“You motherfucker I’m going to kill you!” Leona growled, attempting to lift the numerous arms of other Savannaclaw members holding the beastman back from tearing Ruggie in two. 

“Leona, listen to me I swear on my family, the Great Seven and my own life that I didn’t do anything to that-” Ruggie pleaded loudly as tears began welling in his eyes. 

But unfortunately for Ruggie, Leona was far too strong in this moment for anyone to restrain him, eventually being able to clear all of the arms of the members of his dormitory, including Jack. Despite the white haired boy urging him to step away, his pleas landed on deaf ears. His claws tore into Ruggie’s shirt, ripping it and drawing light hints of blood and lifting the hyena beastman off the ground and making his forehead meet his own.

“You steal from me…but when you touched that damn statue, you have stolen from my family, from my father. You’ll steal from a dead man, you pathetic piece of shit?” the lion beastman spat at him venomously, his emerald eyes illuminating and his pupils shrank as he stared into Ruggie.

The dirty blonde struggled against Leona hold, his hands gripping into his arms that made him dangle off the floor before barking out, “You’ll believe a damn text message and some pictures before you believe me?! And I’ve stolen from you but not that fucking statue, you know as that I know how much it means to you!”

 It was apparent that Leona was losing his mind after he chuckled and shook his head before his face contorted into an angry expression. 

“Playing me for a fool and using me for months, you’re lucky I don’t turn you into grains of sand right where you stand. I hope you know you’re just like the damn trash you collect,” he said before throwing Ruggie to the ground, “get the hell out of my sight you fucking worthless mongrel.”

Ruggie grabbed his jacket before running out the front door, the sea of people making clearance for him. Multiple people were tempted to go after him to possibly talk to him, but were afraid of the wrath of Kingscholar.

And despite your plan being executed well after posting one another on social media like the “besties you are” and not being the target for tonight, it seems that the Catacombs were determined to take down multiple people and not just you both.

~~~

Coming up on Part 3

“It’s either we find out the culprit or I’m banished from the Afterglow for however long he wants and kicked out of school.”

“This is going to ruin our business, what are we going to do?!”

“The location of the messages…it leads back to…”

Part 1...

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A/N: Hey everyone, again really I'm sorry for the late update I've just been caught up with school and my personal life but I'm so happy to post this as its been sitting unfinished for a while. I love yall so much and thank you for reading and supporting Rumors :D💞💞

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Rumors: pt.1

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Word Count: 3.7K

Summary: Vil and you have had a semi one sided rivalry as soon as your time at NRC began. However, the feud soon has to be put aside to stop an anonymous gossip blog attempting to ruin yours and possibly other students’ reputation. Will you and Vil be able to find whoever is behind this? Or will you be a fallen victim to those who call themselves, ‘The Catacombs?’ 

Part Two Here!

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Ever since your explosive introduction at Night Raven, you always had the tendency to stick out like a sore thumb, captivating everyone with minimal effort. You didn’t belong here amongst wizards, beastmen,merfolk and royals, yet you managed to fit right in.

 I think that was what really pissed him off, especially since he had worked so hard in order to accomplish what you do, impressing others and having eyes on him. However Vil had quickly got over it, his success wasn’t measured by popularity and validation from others, and he shouldn’t worry about a measly nobody that could never hold a candle to him. Instead, the dorm leader focused on keeping peace within his life, enjoying the routine and tranquility. 

Which just wasn’t your thing.

You were clumsy, loud and did things your own way with no regard for how others felt. He did give you credit for you having the confidence to be yourself and being extremely empathetic to those who needed it. 

Maybe the tipping point was you seeing him in his most vulnerable state, watching him overblot and lose control in envy against one of the people he hated the most. You were there to solve the issue and stop him alongside your friends. And worst of all he heard you point it out to them, believing that no one could hear your whispers. 

But he heard every word. 

‘He completely lost it over Neige, I’m glad we got it under control,’ he heard you say quietly to Ace and Deuce. 

Later on, you decided to offer him a juicebox as he sat on the empty auditorium stage…

Apple flavored.

Which he swears on his unique magic  that you did that on purpose to spite him, a sick joke that only made his distaste for you stronger. It felt like you knew exactly what to do at every moment to make him lose it, like yelling “on accident” when he needs to master a potion formula, saying something crude in the lunch room, the way it seems everyone is obsessed with you.

 And of course it was extremely shocking to Rook when his dorm leader had begun re-explaining his disdain for the new kid at school. Despite laying back on the dark purple bedding that would make anyone relax and the sunset pink lighting from the lamp, Vil was far from calm. He had to recount the latest anger-inducing incident to his friend during their “sleepovers” on a Friday night, being wary of his not yet fully dried mauve nail polish as he talked with his hands. 

It was this day that really made him angry, his last straw as some would say. He held his pen as he wrote notes busily into his notebook, heavily invested in order to pass the upcoming exam. It was wonderful, as the class was quiet just as he liked it, allowing him to fully concentrate and absorb the contents of the slide show created by Professor Crewel. 

However, it was easy to hear a decrepit wooden door close in the pin-drop silent classroom. As the black and white man’s back was turned to the class, reading out the text of the slides to the class, you, Y/N L/N thought you could be slick enough to be unscathed by Crewel’s wrath

You being late was more set in stone than the heat within the land of the Scalding Sands it seems. Your satchel was barely slung on your shoulder with your weird, round cat creature barely catching up behind, and it was just Vil’s luck that he had to be the poor sap that had the only seat that was available amongst the many wooden tables. Crewel began scolding you as you fumbled in your seat, and whilst onlookers found it hilarious they wouldn’t dare look or let out a snicker at the scene. Your nervousness  made you fumble your belongings in your bag as you attempted to get out your pen and notebook, your arm would touch his. 

Making him neglect his usual manners and his side-eye of judgment fell upon you. Of course you didn’t notice as he began to study your features, the look of panic flooding your face. Although, this moment of looking at you ended up being a grave mistake.

“Mr. Schoenheit, if there is a huge problem with L/N being late to the point where your eyes can’t be bothered to take notes on the slides vital for your final then you will be delighted to join us in a discussion after class,” Crewell spat, his anger piercing the air. 

His lilac eyes quickly reverted to the projector placed in front of the usual chalkboard. He was embarrassed yet no one could judge him or usually break out in whispers, in fear that they would be included in the punishment. Vil cursed at himself internally but that damn out of season, raggedy bag you carried was enough of a distraction, not counting the person attached to it. 

All throughout the lecture, the actor had prayed that Crewell would forget about the mishap completely as there was an hour of class remaining, yet it had appeared that luck was not on his side at all.

He had tried to flee with the crowd of students rushing out the door, hoping no one would pay him any mind. But after he made one sharp movement to get out of his seat- 

“Mr. Schoenheit!”

Shit. 

Everyone had completely rushed out, with some snickering at the scene, not wanting to be there when the scolding would ensue as entertaining as it may be to see. 

“Care to join us in the conversation like I suggested earlier?” Obviously this was not a yes or no question and Vil had no choice in the matter, but nodded out of courtesy. 

“Yes, Professor,” Vil replied, coming down the short steps from his seat in the front row, not making even a hint of eye contact with you. 

“I understand that the action of lateness pesters you heavily, Mr. Schoenheit. Does it not?”

“...Well, yes it does, Mr. Crewel. However, I promise that another incident like this will never happen again and I will be sure to mind my business more when it comes to fellow students,” Vil said, wanting to spit out some words that could please his teacher into letting him go off the hook. 

“Despite being an actor, lying truly isn’t your area of expertise, young pup,” Crewel replied quickly, keeping a hand steady on the pointer he held. He then turned to you, his look softening as despite you not being an astounding student, Crewel favored you very much. Once again your formula of minimal efforts yet good results was absolutely infuriating to him. 

“I truly worry about you Y/N, as along with your grades, your attendance along with Grim’s as a default are. I will be having a meeting with Crowley about the extra work he has you doing on campus to allow you to live here as well. However, I will be suggesting a partner assignment that is extra credit for the both of you.”

“I mean no disrespect Mr. Crewel, but I personally am in need of no extra credit whatsoever. I have a 99.5 percent in this class which will obviously be rounded by the grading admin,” Vil explained with a slight laugh in his voice. You rolled your eyes as it was plain to see that the blonde was putting you down. Sure you may not have a 90 something percent, but he didn’t have gnomes gnawing on his ankles this morning that he had to take care of himself with no magic. 

But Crewel just looked at him with a concerned look, he was no stranger to shade being thrown and he was not about to tolerate that disrespect. He then explained as he moved to his desk organizing papers , “Oh dear, it looks like you have a bit of incorrect info dear pup. The grading admin stopped rounding this year due to academic dishonesty and such. Also I must add that you and Y/N had gotten the exact same test score, a C- if I remember. And with this being a huge difference from your usual scores, this will drag you down, I fear.” 

The blonde’s breath hitched, he would be fucked for this semester and although not royally, that lack of satisfaction would eat him alive. That last exam Vil had little to no time to study due to his role as a villain in “Love Conquers All” on MovieFlix but of course karma stops for no one.

“A way we could solve this though is through our extra credit tutor program. Both of you enroll, Schonheit tutors you and makes sure you get to class on time, and if there is improvement then both of you benefit. And Mr. Schonheit will get the satisfaction he craves for his grades.”

"Does that sound like a plan?" Crewel had waited for a nod from the both of you, but Vil quickly rejected that notion faster than Ruggie could snatch someone’s wallet.  

"How do I know that they will honor their promise, Professor? I am a very busy person and I do not wish to waste my time with someone who does not take things seriously,"

But you found his cocky attitude completely unbearable at this point. There was no way you were going to allow him to speak as if you weren’t standing right next to him. “I actually do take things seriously, please don't act as though you know me,” you said blankly, actually looking at Vil while talking for once.

"Excuse me?" Vil replied, he was thrown off completely due to you being completely silent this entire conversation. 

"Listen, I don't flunk because I don't want to and I don't show up late because I want to. I'm willing to fix it if Crowley changes the work schedule because it's virtually impossible to be a handyman and student all at once sometimes," you clarified. 

`

"I am an honorable person," you held out your hand to Crewel "and I swear I will change. I just need some help."

  Crewel smiled, enjoying the fire in your spirit to stand up for yourself. You then turned to Vil, holding out your hand with a stern expression and as unsettled as he was he took your hand in his gloved one and shook it.

"Good choice my pups, I know you both won't regret this."

But despite having many differences, you both thought the same thing.

‘Yeah right.’

~~~

After the dramatic retelling, the man grabbed the golden, hand held mirror on his night stand to pluck his eyebrows, carrying on his irritated commentary, “So now I have to watch over them like a babysitter. Can you believe this?” 

“Ah, Roi du Poison I do feel sorry for this causing you so much stress, but don’t you believe the little Trickster could hold their end of the bargain?” Rook questioned, as afterall, you were a good friend of his and he knew you of all people could keep a promise. It was always in your heart to get things done, regardless of how you feel about it. 

“Oh please, I will give it a week, Rook,” he replied, hyper fixated on evening the arches of his brows only for Epel with sleepiness intertwined still in his walk, wondering what the cause of the angry tone of voice from Vil was for. 

“What’s going on, you guys?” Epel questioned with a yawn. 

But Vil snapped his fingers in recall, completely ignoring the question, “Ah, Epel you just reminded me, remember when we were walking to class and L/N had come up to you, ruffled your hair and such and was very curt with me? What even was that?”

“...”

“What is it?”

“Vil, Y/N is really aware you don’t like them. They actually talked to me about it today,” Epel explained bluntly. 

Rook nodded in agreement, facing the vanity mirror as he peeled off his face mask“Oui, they try their best to not look at you even.”

Vil paused in thought, he didn’t think he made his dislike toward you so obvious but I guess it was quite the contrary.

“They don’t go spreadin’ but they told us, they’re cool about it though,” the lavender haired boy quickly added, not wanting to make anything worse for you. 

But it didn’t necessarily matter whether or not you both liked one another, what mattered is that you got the job done by solving your faulty grades and attendance. Dislike is just a small hiccup, plus there were plenty of justifiable reasons as to why Vil did not like you, despite being told otherwise from everyone. However, he didn’t face repercussions nor are there heavy consequences for an opinion after all. 

BUZZ.

The trio’s phones either vibrated or let out a cheery notification. Even from the door open ajar to the rest of the dorm, you could hear the different sound effects from student’s devices. The odd coincidence made them all look at their phones at the same time to look at what it was. 

“This just in for some hot new gossip! I heard from a little birdy that the fairest of them all is viciously bullying the new transfer from a whole new world. But…they’re being partnered up to tutor by Crewel! Looks like all beauty doesn’t come with grace :( 

-The Catacombs” 

“The hell is this?” Epel said quietly, staring at the anonymous text message. It wasn’t a registered number, instead it was an auto programming since it was only five numbers reading: 88709. 

“Oh mon dieu, Roi du poisson,” Rook uttered, unknowing of what to say, going from looking horrified at his phone to his dorm leader for any type of response. 

By then the phone notification of Vil’s was ringing out of control, and he could hear Pomefiore members’ reactions to such an appalling message. He was receiving texts non-stop from multiple people asking him all the same questions,

Is it true? 

 Why he would put someone down like that?

 Why does he have a problem with Y/N? 

But a text from one specific person ate him alive completely.  

Jack:

Hey, I don’t know if you saw the message

He quickly typed to the beastman in attempt to defend himself, knowing what they both went through together as children. Vil couldn’t let Jack of all people misinterpret him as this bully to his good friend. 

Vil:

I would never bully anyone, nor do I waste my energy on people I don’t like. The stress ages you too much 

Are you seriously going to believe this anonymous crap over me Jack?

Jack:

It’s not that I don’t believe you, but I have never heard the nicest things about you from them.

I’ll talk to you later.

Something like this absolutely could not get out to the public, bullying scandals can completely drag down a career as almost everyone goes through that traumatic experience of being casted aside because you’re different. And he would never be a monster like that toward someone, but playing villains in countless movies and tv shows would make it seem completely believable. 

It was them who most definitely put out that rumor, and Vil didn’t care whether it was late at night, or if Rook and Epel wanted him to stop.

He was paying a visit. 

~~~

With nothing planned and being extremely exhausted, this might’ve been the slowest moving Friday night you’ve ever experienced. And while you haven’t been inclined to care too much about what people say about you, to say you weren’t haunted by your encounter with Vil would be an understatement. Of course you were well aware of his distaste for you, but today it just felt as though it reached a boiling point with the way he was acting. But to take your mind off of it, you freshened up after a long day in class, slipped on something comfortable, put your phone on “Do Not Disturb” and decided to watch some movies on your laptop whilst eating snacks with Grim. After all, you deserved a reward as it would be the last day of relaxation before you had to lock down completely on your education. 

Your cat and yourself ended up nodding off to sleep on your couch easily due to the calming environment of your house, as the ghosts decided to take a hint on the mood you were in and were extremely quiet. As both of you were catching up on needed rest, you heard an excessive pounding on your door.  Whoever this was, it felt like they were about to break down your door with how aggressive they were knocking. 

Grim nearly attached to the ceiling with fear, making you yelp in fear, naturally frightened to answer the door to see who was behind that hostility. Your eyes bolted to your tall case clock, the time reading 10:32pm, the late time didn’t ease your anxiety whatsoever.

However, after adjusting to your surroundings, you decided that you needed to answer as to whoever was continuing to hammer on your door as it was giving you a headache. Neglecting your human world instincts of not opening doors to strangers, you walked up to your tall mahogany door, only to find your favorite person on the other side.  

Vil Schoenheit. 

His face was painted with true anger that you’ve only seen during his overblot, “You have some goddamn nerve writing that shit about me.”

You were absolutely frazzled and confused overall, “What even are you talking about? And why are you at my house?”

“Answer your fucking phone and you will find out,” the blonde replied noxiously, watching your every move believing that you were trying to play stupid with him. 

As you opened your phone screen, your eyes were lit up by notifications, as everyone and their mother had texted and called you in a matter of minutes. 

But one message sat completely unfamiliar coming from that fateful, 5 digit number. 

It was horrible and beyond untrue, even though he didn’t like you, you would never stretch it to bullying. Maybe as a joke amongst friends but never to be taken seriously. And as you digested that everyone had gotten this text message and with him being a celebrity this would do heavy damage. And whoever wrote this was out to get you both as many are absolutely in love with Vil, others hate bullying and hearing a glorified superstar being accused of such horrible things would make tabloids run with this story. 

This was a complete lose lose situation. 

You looked up to see Vil hovering over you, watching you like a hawk, you swore you saw his eye twitch with irritation, “I would never write something like this. And listen I am so sorry-”

“Who else would write something like this? Do you think I’m a damn fool-?” A small hand on his shoulder cut off his angry tirade progressing as he was about to move forward.

“Vil, we are going to get nowhere if you just get angry and lose control, now Y/N do you have any clue as to who would write something like this?” your friend Epel questioned kindly, juxtaposing his dorm leader completely. 

“Not exactly, I don’t hate Vil at all like that and I wouldn’t spend my Friday night making up shit like that and you can check all of my technology,” you defended, offering your phone.

His suspicion got the better of him, snatching it out of your phone Vil scrolled through your phone messaging history. And despite going against his suspicion, he didn’t have any concrete proof that you were the culprit.

So until then, he guessed that you were just as wronged as him.

~~~

You all quickly moved to the inside of your house, both to get away from the cold night air, but also to get out of sight as to anyone who could be watching all of you right now. To say that this made all of you, especially you and Vil paranoid wasn’t an over exaggeration. Beginning to theorize with your two friends as to who would write something like this about you two. But unfortunately, every possible “lead” you had was just a dead end, no clear motive, but then again who would need a motive for a stunt like this. It was obvious that attention was what they craved, to drive both of you up the wall and unfortunately they succeeded.  

“All they gave is a nickname, but any phone number could be tracked to a specific device used,” You said, as student announcements used 5 digit numbers all of the time, this person had to be skilled in tech. 

Vil leached off of your theory, “The catacombs is quite a gothic name afterall, we need to search Ignihyde or Diasomnia.” 

“Why them? That seems stereotypical” you asked, feeling argumentative on such a baseless theory. 

“Because, Ignihyde is the most technologically advanced dorm, and Diasomnia students seem like the type to enjoy playing tricks like this anyway,” Vil explained as if it were obvious, his sharp gaze never leaving yours as he spoke.

While the flames of his anger had been flamed, it seemed as though his disdain for you was more permanent than a wine stain on a wedding dress. Never fleeting even during this moment of vulnerability from both ends, but you had no energy to begin bickering about it.

“Roi du poisson et mon Trickster, if we want to find whoever is doing this cruel joke, you must put aside your differences and work together,” Rook said, cutting the tension and bringing the platinum blonde back to Earth. 

Whilst both of you didn’t want to admit it, the archer was right. If you wanted to figure this out you couldn’t be at each other's throats, fighting one another constantly. Otherwise you would accomplish little to nothing. 

And there was no way ‘The Catacombs’ could be hidden forever, and you would make sure to uncover the skeletons within it. 

Part 2...

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A/N: Hi everyone! This fic takes inspo from an amazing novel that I read called "Ace of Spades" please read it its absolutely fantastic and the author is a genius. Thank you for bearing with me for the long time it takes to pump out content, you guys are amazing and it's always great to have opportunities to write.

xoxo, Nate <3

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Request for the Obey Me brothers please: reacting to finding gn!writer!MC’s story drafts for the book MC is currently writing

Bonus if you want: bros also reacting to the death of their favorite character in said book (or finding out it’s planned already)

A/N: Hi my sweets this request will be splitting this into two parts since I accidentally made this too long!!

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

You wrote under an alias therefore no one except for those closest to you knew that it was you who wrote these masterpieces that took Hell by storm!

It was such an exciting, captivating set of novels that no matter the genre was full of mystery, drama and betrayal so shocking that not even the most conniving devils could predict the jarring turn of events

But what happens when he finds the most surprising twists of all?

Lucifer:

Lucifer was one of those people who believed that it was going to be a predictable end for one of his favorite characters Donivan, the best friend and who was in love with Annalise, however never confessed to her how he truly feels. And truth be told, he said that he doesn't exactly get attached to fictional characters, but he adored Donivan and his independent, strong yet caring nature. He thought that after a life of struggle and finally finding happiness with the heroine and friends was such a beautiful (and relatable) thing.

In your room, your notes were left astray much to the demon's dismay on your desk. And as he was tidying them, one of the papers titled "Donivan - End" in bold letters at the top caught his eye. Although Lucifer knew that this was your property and you take pride in your own work and business...

He absolutely had to take a peak, after all you left it right there infront of him! Lucifer grabbed the parchment with haste, making sure not to disturb the papers surrounding it and adjusted his glasses to read.

'Donivan will be battling in a sword fight with Brutus, after not being quick enough to dodge the attack he will have his throat slit and stabbed numerous times. This chapter will conclude his life flashing before his eyes, until it ends with him playfully running on the beach with Annalise before planting a kiss on her lips and confessing in this fantasy "I love you more than life Annalise." Before finally succumbing to his death.'

To say he was appalled would be an understatement to be honest, as he believed that they were going to get their complete happily ever after like you inferred they would! There was no way he could get you to change it either...or could he?

As he stopped by your dorm to speak with you the next day, he

"I've been meaning to ask, how is your novel going Y/N? Everyone has been buzzing about the new sequel," he inquired as he caught you with your trusty laptop.

"Ah, it's going well but I am having trouble with closing the ties of it," you replied, engrossed in typing.

"Yes, yes I see...you know the school library actually did a popularity poll online for your characters and you will never guess who came out on top," he said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

"Annalise of course, but she ended up tying vote counts with, Donivan."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. Many are so fond of the fellow and so am I, you best make sure that all is well with him, you know for, um marketing purposes."

"Hmm...that might be a good idea, I think I'll talk it over with my editor and see how we should close this book," you smiled after being in thought for a while.

Finally, once the book released it was a smash hit and he had successfully persuaded you into keeping Donivan alive and getting his happy ending with the lovely Annalise. It was what the people wanted!

Even if those popularity votes in the poll online were just slightly tweaked from a certain someone who created the competition itself.

Sometimes you have to take fate into your own hands.

Mammon:

Mammon truth be told, never really liked reading. In his mind books were associated it with school, punishment and situations where he'd rather be doing literally anything else. Until you walked into his life and began letting him in on the story you were writing as well as giving him book recommendations.

It's like you truly knew him for him, and he actually took it really personal as Mammon for the first time was enjoying something that he pushed back on. And it made him feel special that you let him in on the bits and pieces what you were cooking , especially since no one knew it was you writing these fantastic stories and you trusted him.

So when for the final book you said that you had to completely keep your mouth shut, is when Mammon was kind of going crazy.

"What do you mean? You always tell me what's goin' on!" He exclaimed in your bedroom as you hid your laptop from him.

"I'm sorry Mammon, but I'm putting my foot down since it is the final book," you said firmly.

Until it was only a day later and he saw your computer left wide open, you were gone taking care of tasks, planning a banquet with Diavolo and Lucifer for affluent DevilDom attendees. It was the perfect opportunity for the demon.

One little peak couldn't hurt right?

So there Mammon was, snooping through your documents only to find an absolute jackpot more valuable than any cash prize at the casinos he frequents, "Tariq- Plan"

Tariq was his absolute favorite character, he was a bag-chasing, spiteful, cunning badass with no regard for others but still managed to do what was right on the occasion. Sure he had some sins on his back and some people he wronged but, Tariq was the absolute best especially since he held so much love and admiration for his girl, Sareema. He was all round one of the best characters in the entire party as they acted as nomads, defeating the great evils around the world. To say Mammon was excited to see what happens to him would be an understatement.

'Eventually, Sareema would be the one holding the branch that stopped them from falling into the ancient serpent Titan's pit. As Sareema held onto his hand, her grasp was slipping, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Tariq quickly understood that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or Sareema. He gazes upon her with a sad smile, and she immediately catches on and begins yelling at him, "Don't you dare, Tariq! Tariq don't let go of my hand or I'll never forgive you!" He ushers her, telling her that it's going to be all right.

"You can hate me all you want, but just know that I love you Sareema. Live for me and keep fighting," he pressed a kiss to her knuckles despite her rancorous screams, and finally.

He lets go, falling into the abyss."

A hand flies to his mouth, after everything he went through Tariq just...dies?

Nope not happening nope. The greed demon immediately beings operation: save Tariq because there is no way he will be dying on HIS watch. Therefore, he begins talking to you about him trying to keep it on the downlow.

"Ya' know...Tariq is my absolute favorite character in 'Crypt Keeper' honestly. In my opinion he of all people has to make it to the end," he says lounging on your bed whilst you type away.

"Why do you say that? After all, if he goes then it's kinda pay back for what he's done to other people, Mammon," you reply, your eyes not leaving the bluelight screen.

"Yeaahhh...but what about the growth and redemption arc! He goes through all o' that just to...I don't know-"

"You read my ending for Tariq didn't you."

"...YES AND I'M SORRY IT WAS JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AND I COULDN'T HELP IT. BUT Y/N I'M TELLIN' YA YOU NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE HE'S A GOOD MAN!"

Although you give Mammon a heavy scolding after this, you do end up rewriting the story so that Tariq comes out alive. After performing a magic spell that cushions the landing as well as winning an epic battle between him and the ancient snake Deity, Armun. Eventually he makes his return, surprising Sareema. It made both the audience and Mammon happy so, a win is a win.

Leviathan:

Although he loved to read comics, Levi never really dabbled in traditional reading unless it was a manual for a figurine, lore about a character he enjoyed from anime, fanfiction or school. The only real exception for that was 'The Tale of the Seven Lords' series and some books Levi found entertaining but, he just wasn't a book kinda guy. But when he found out you were an author he was more than happy to read a bit of your work.

And then he became obsessed with this one character.

He was a pirate captain who although was a bit morally grey due to light plundering, protected the innocent and robbed the bad guys blind all at the same time. His name was Percy Ragtop, one of the love interests in your romance, action series 'Traitors of the Sea'. Despite being rugged, he was awfully quiet and also held a more sensitive side to him. Around the heroine Amerie, he was able to truly relax and be himself without the title of "Captain" being attached to him.

He was in love with this character, Levi felt like he could really relate to him as the title of being Grand Admiral was super stressful for him too. And he was under the impression that it would be Percy who survives and ends up being the final man for Amerie. After consuming so much anime and media himself, the sea captain checked all of the boxes: The first man the heroine meets, brooding and distant but lets her, the sensitive and caring yet feisty one in, and spent overall the most time together. It made complete sense until while Levi was passing by your room he heard,

"Ugh! How am I going to kill this guy in his fight with Wade," you muttered to yourself.

There was an impending fight with Wade between him and Percy, as they were rivals since the time they began being pirates! Alongside the last novel ended off with a cliffhanger of Wade boarding Percy's boat, inferring a showdown between the too. The demon's heart sunk, as this means...Percy will perish.

But he ended up double checking by going through your notes for Percy and finding them. Maybe you meant another character!-

And there is was, in bold lettering, "Percy's Death: Plan" and although it was blank it still broke his heart.

Once you came back home after shopping and hanging out with friends you were met with a nervous Levi.

"Is everything alright, Levi? You look a bit...scared-"

"Y/N, I know I shouldn't have been snooping...butIsawyourplanforPercy'sdeath," Leviathan confessed quickly, completely ashamed. He couldn't bare to lie to you about it any further.

You let out a betrayed gasp, "Levi! You of all people value privacy so much and you went snooping through my shit?!"

"I KNOW THAT IT'S WRONG BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM I LOVE HIM, Y/N!" he was already grabbing at your legs crying, this was as serious as someone like Ruri-Chan passing away.

So you decided to rewrite it, yes because he was Levi's favorite but also you weren't exactly sold completely on killing him yourself. Percy would lose an arm however would win his fight with the notorious evil Captain Wade and your fans were absolutely loved this captivating ending alongside with having a happily ever after with Amerie.

You didn't tell Levi whether or not you were going to change it. But you got an idea the demon found out because as soon as you released it, you heard cheers coming from his room. Heavy and fast footsteps were on the way to your room, he opened the door and pulled you into a strong embrace, thanking you (also crying happy tears but you totally didn't see that).

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

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— Either Lucifer, Mammon, or Diavolo's child with MC.

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Hi! Can I request fluffy head canons for Genos having a massive crush for the first time on genderless reader please?

Genos having a crush on GN! Reader HCs!

-You were apart of the hero's Public Relation Agency, apart of your job was managing a lot of the deals, public appearances and the occasional scandal.

-Your main clients were "Caped Baldy" and "Demon Cyborg" because many of your coworkers wanted to take on other more popular and publicly favored clients.

-But you genuinely liked them! They both had a tendency to be funny without realizing and honestly were extremely efficient in stopping crime and highly powerful threats and you were determined to show that to the public alongside their other facets of their personality

-Genos thought your beauty was undeniable but he was undecided on how he felt about you. He would rather be doing training and working to be stronger that the froo-froo public appeasement or doing commercials than this.

-But Saitama and him needed the cash and...he couldn't say he didn't like seeing you

-He knew he was in deep shit though once you gave him some words of encouragement before a talk show appearance with Saitama. You placed a palm on his metallic cheek, patting it lightly and told him, "Be yourself, you're already wonderful, Genos." His nuclear reactor damn near stuttered at your attention and that interaction is what really catapulted his feelings for you.

-One of the things that spooked him the most when making personal connections even in regards to Saitama and especially you was realizing he still had a piece of his own humanity

-Many treated him like he was pure robot, like he had no life prior becoming a cyborg and honestly, he began to believe it

-But when he met you, you gave him a feeling he never felt before. You treated him like a regular person and truly cared for him, and despite your brief interactions you really began to grow on him

-Despite not wanting to tell his master, Genos opened up to Saitama about how he felt and what he should do. And with his advice the blonde would take you to certain casual yet good food spots to "discuss plans"

-But to you, it just seemed like he was being friendly! Plus there were already rumors of him being interested in other heroes, therefore you put your own attraction for him to the side for your own sake

-Until he grew frustrated that you had absolutely no idea that he was interested in you so his questions toward you became more and more blunt

-They ranged from "Do you think flowers are a romantic gesture or friendly?", "What are your primary qualities in a partner?" "Y/N, do you have a boyfriend?", "What is your dream date?"

-And finally, Genos grew tired and just had to know so that he could see if he had a chance of you both possibly happening. So, once you both were grabbing ramen after one of your meetings he straight up asks you, "What is your type in men, Y/N?"

-To say you were taken aback would be an understatement, his eyes yellow irises were laser focused on your expression. Any outsider would be scared of his expression but you noticed that he wasn't actually upset but, he seemed almost...nervous?

-He awaited your answer intently, what was your type and did he fit into your standards?

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Request for the Obey Me brothers please: reacting to finding gn!writer!MC’s story drafts for the book MC is currently writing

Bonus if you want: bros also reacting to the death of their favorite character in said book (or finding out it’s planned already)

A/N: Hi my sweets this request will be splitting this into two parts since I accidentally made this too long!!

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

You wrote under an alias therefore no one except for those closest to you knew that it was you who wrote these masterpieces that took Hell by storm!

It was such an exciting, captivating set of novels that no matter the genre was full of mystery, drama and betrayal so shocking that not even the most conniving devils could predict the jarring turn of events

But what happens when he finds the most surprising twists of all?

Lucifer:

Lucifer was one of those people who believed that it was going to be a predictable end for one of his favorite characters Donivan, the best friend and who was in love with Annalise, however never confessed to her how he truly feels. And truth be told, he said that he doesn't exactly get attached to fictional characters, but he adored Donivan and his independent, strong yet caring nature. He thought that after a life of struggle and finally finding happiness with the heroine and friends was such a beautiful (and relatable) thing.

In your room, your notes were left astray much to the demon's dismay on your desk. And as he was tidying them, one of the papers titled "Donivan - End" in bold letters at the top caught his eye. Although Lucifer knew that this was your property and you take pride in your own work and business...

He absolutely had to take a peak, after all you left it right there infront of him! Lucifer grabbed the parchment with haste, making sure not to disturb the papers surrounding it and adjusted his glasses to read.

'Donivan will be battling in a sword fight with Brutus, after not being quick enough to dodge the attack he will have his throat slit and stabbed numerous times. This chapter will conclude his life flashing before his eyes, until it ends with him playfully running on the beach with Annalise before planting a kiss on her lips and confessing in this fantasy "I love you more than life Annalise." Before finally succumbing to his death.'

To say he was appalled would be an understatement to be honest, as he believed that they were going to get their complete happily ever after like you inferred they would! There was no way he could get you to change it either...or could he?

As he stopped by your dorm to speak with you the next day, he

"I've been meaning to ask, how is your novel going Y/N? Everyone has been buzzing about the new sequel," he inquired as he caught you with your trusty laptop.

"Ah, it's going well but I am having trouble with closing the ties of it," you replied, engrossed in typing.

"Yes, yes I see...you know the school library actually did a popularity poll online for your characters and you will never guess who came out on top," he said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

"Annalise of course, but she ended up tying vote counts with, Donivan."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. Many are so fond of the fellow and so am I, you best make sure that all is well with him, you know for, um marketing purposes."

"Hmm...that might be a good idea, I think I'll talk it over with my editor and see how we should close this book," you smiled after being in thought for a while.

Finally, once the book released it was a smash hit and he had successfully persuaded you into keeping Donivan alive and getting his happy ending with the lovely Annalise. It was what the people wanted!

Even if those popularity votes in the poll online were just slightly tweaked from a certain someone who created the competition itself.

Sometimes you have to take fate into your own hands.

Mammon:

Mammon truth be told, never really liked reading. In his mind books were associated it with school, punishment and situations where he'd rather be doing literally anything else. Until you walked into his life and began letting him in on the story you were writing as well as giving him book recommendations.

It's like you truly knew him for him, and he actually took it really personal as Mammon for the first time was enjoying something that he pushed back on. And it made him feel special that you let him in on the bits and pieces what you were cooking , especially since no one knew it was you writing these fantastic stories and you trusted him.

So when for the final book you said that you had to completely keep your mouth shut, is when Mammon was kind of going crazy.

"What do you mean? You always tell me what's goin' on!" He exclaimed in your bedroom as you hid your laptop from him.

"I'm sorry Mammon, but I'm putting my foot down since it is the final book," you said firmly.

Until it was only a day later and he saw your computer left wide open, you were gone taking care of tasks, planning a banquet with Diavolo and Lucifer for affluent DevilDom attendees. It was the perfect opportunity for the demon.

One little peak couldn't hurt right?

So there Mammon was, snooping through your documents only to find an absolute jackpot more valuable than any cash prize at the casinos he frequents, "Tariq- Plan"

Tariq was his absolute favorite character, he was a bag-chasing, spiteful, cunning badass with no regard for others but still managed to do what was right on the occasion. Sure he had some sins on his back and some people he wronged but, Tariq was the absolute best especially since he held so much love and admiration for his girl, Sareema. He was all round one of the best characters in the entire party as they acted as nomads, defeating the great evils around the world. To say Mammon was excited to see what happens to him would be an understatement.

'Eventually, Sareema would be the one holding the branch that stopped them from falling into the ancient serpent Titan's pit. As Sareema held onto his hand, her grasp was slipping, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Tariq quickly understood that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or Sareema. He gazes upon her with a sad smile, and she immediately catches on and begins yelling at him, "Don't you dare, Tariq! Tariq don't let go of my hand or I'll never forgive you!" He ushers her, telling her that it's going to be all right.

"You can hate me all you want, but just know that I love you Sareema. Live for me and keep fighting," he pressed a kiss to her knuckles despite her rancorous screams, and finally.

He lets go, falling into the abyss."

A hand flies to his mouth, after everything he went through Tariq just...dies?

Nope not happening nope. The greed demon immediately beings operation: save Tariq because there is no way he will be dying on HIS watch. Therefore, he begins talking to you about him trying to keep it on the downlow.

"Ya' know...Tariq is my absolute favorite character in 'Crypt Keeper' honestly. In my opinion he of all people has to make it to the end," he says lounging on your bed whilst you type away.

"Why do you say that? After all, if he goes then it's kinda pay back for what he's done to other people, Mammon," you reply, your eyes not leaving the bluelight screen.

"Yeaahhh...but what about the growth and redemption arc! He goes through all o' that just to...I don't know-"

"You read my ending for Tariq didn't you."

"...YES AND I'M SORRY IT WAS JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AND I COULDN'T HELP IT. BUT Y/N I'M TELLIN' YA YOU NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE HE'S A GOOD MAN!"

Although you give Mammon a heavy scolding after this, you do end up rewriting the story so that Tariq comes out alive. After performing a magic spell that cushions the landing as well as winning an epic battle between him and the ancient snake Deity, Armun. Eventually he makes his return, surprising Sareema. It made both the audience and Mammon happy so, a win is a win.

Leviathan:

Although he loved to read comics, Levi never really dabbled in traditional reading unless it was a manual for a figurine, lore about a character he enjoyed from anime, fanfiction or school. The only real exception for that was 'The Tale of the Seven Lords' series and some books Levi found entertaining but, he just wasn't a book kinda guy. But when he found out you were an author he was more than happy to read a bit of your work.

And then he became obsessed with this one character.

He was a pirate captain who although was a bit morally grey due to light plundering, protected the innocent and robbed the bad guys blind all at the same time. His name was Percy Ragtop, one of the love interests in your romance, action series 'Traitors of the Sea'. Despite being rugged, he was awfully quiet and also held a more sensitive side to him. Around the heroine Amerie, he was able to truly relax and be himself without the title of "Captain" being attached to him.

He was in love with this character, Levi felt like he could really relate to him as the title of being Grand Admiral was super stressful for him too. And he was under the impression that it would be Percy who survives and ends up being the final man for Amerie. After consuming so much anime and media himself, the sea captain checked all of the boxes: The first man the heroine meets, brooding and distant but lets her, the sensitive and caring yet feisty one in, and spent overall the most time together. It made complete sense until while Levi was passing by your room he heard,

"Ugh! How am I going to kill this guy in his fight with Wade," you muttered to yourself.

There was an impending fight with Wade between him and Percy, as they were rivals since the time they began being pirates! Alongside the last novel ended off with a cliffhanger of Wade boarding Percy's boat, inferring a showdown between the too. The demon's heart sunk, as this means...Percy will perish.

But he ended up double checking by going through your notes for Percy and finding them. Maybe you meant another character!-

And there is was, in bold lettering, "Percy's Death: Plan" and although it was blank it still broke his heart.

Once you came back home after shopping and hanging out with friends you were met with a nervous Levi.

"Is everything alright, Levi? You look a bit...scared-"

"Y/N, I know I shouldn't have been snooping...butIsawyourplanforPercy'sdeath," Leviathan confessed quickly, completely ashamed. He couldn't bare to lie to you about it any further.

You let out a betrayed gasp, "Levi! You of all people value privacy so much and you went snooping through my shit?!"

"I KNOW THAT IT'S WRONG BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM I LOVE HIM, Y/N!" he was already grabbing at your legs crying, this was as serious as someone like Ruri-Chan passing away.

So you decided to rewrite it, yes because he was Levi's favorite but also you weren't exactly sold completely on killing him yourself. Percy would lose an arm however would win his fight with the notorious evil Captain Wade and your fans were absolutely loved this captivating ending alongside with having a happily ever after with Amerie.

You didn't tell Levi whether or not you were going to change it. But you got an idea the demon found out because as soon as you released it, you heard cheers coming from his room. Heavy and fast footsteps were on the way to your room, he opened the door and pulled you into a strong embrace, thanking you (also crying happy tears but you totally didn't see that).

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

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Delicious In Dungeon Having a Crush on You HC's!

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Summary: Just like the title says, how they would act if they had a crush on you including how you find out!

Pt.2 w Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

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Senshi:

-I'm not going to lie it is going to take a fat minute for him to fess up his feelings for you let alone for people to notice because it is the little things that stand out.

-Senshi is really good at keeping secrets and is a really private person and fights for his peace

-So what if he may slip a little bit more food onto your plate, make your favorite dishes only for you if the ingredients for it just so happens to be in his bag, is always the first person to get you out of a dangerous situation? It's all out of convenience and being kind

-But his lack of casualty is also really telling like when giving out compliments he sometimes has a tinge of shyness to his voice, "You look...very nice y-yes"

-The way you find out he has a crush on you is because he eventually comes to a realization that he cannot keep running away from his problems because that has never ended in anything good and confesses his feelings for you

-It happened whilst everyone was asleep and it was just you two alone by the fire, the embers were crackling and you always enjoyed watching it ablaze while talking with Senshi. Eventually he piped up after staying silent for so long and having you take the lead in talking,

"I don't mean to corner you, nor do I expect you to feel the same but...I have feelings for you, genuinely Y/N. And, meeting you in this party means the world to me, as you all are unique treasures but you. I couldn't imagine just walking away without letting you know how much you mean to me."

-Honestly, Senshi is one of the least in denial about this predicament with his feelings and will come to you sooner

Marcille:

-A person who completely avoids her feelings for you like the plague and will deny like her life depends on it

-She swears to others that it's just because you're an amazing friend!

-She brings you your favorite sweet treats, offers to cast magic for your slightest inconveniences, she just so happens to bring books that are about the things you mentioned one off or are a specific interest you love

-The contrast of how she treats others vs. You is so jarring and it's really obvious that she has a crush on you. She is really protective and a bit possessive (not in a weird way) over you and she does not really care about the other people in her party like that

-Anytime she's afraid of something, she holds onto you, Marcille is VERY touchy with her crush

-The blonde blushes pretty consistently and is really shy when it comes to you and tries to appear nonchalant but fails miserably

-It's honestly so bad that even Laios caught on after Senshi threw him a clue and one time when it was just him asked her, which resulted in her coming clean and being VERY distressed as if she committed a crime

-The way you find out she has a crush on you is when you're on a mission in a dungeon. She was near a weeping willow exerting mana, rumored to grant wishes to anyone who asks.

-She held a piece of paper and was on her knees, looking up at the grand tree on the soft blades of grass. She began speaking to the tree once you silently walked in through the cave hole to check on her and the half-elf was completely unknowing of your intrusion,

-"Please they're the love of my life, and I'm not asking to force them but maybe...show me a sign if they like me back. They make me feel like no other and I am just so confused and I need guidance, Ancient Willow."

Chilchuck:

-Deny. Deny. Deny. Deny.

-Oh, and did I say deny

-He absolutely hates being the person caught with egg on his face and being in the wrong, so the fact that he himself Mr. 'No Party Romances' violated his own rules?

-He wants to fall into a hole right on the spot

-While he is a grown ass man and doesn't want to be a coward, Chilchuck doesn't want to face this problem head on surprisingly (sarcasm)

-He shows his love for you by trying to keep you the safe the most out of everyone in the party, scolds you HEAVILY when you mess up that could've cost you your life

-Some may say that it's just Chilchuck's explosive nature, Senshi was actually the first to see through it and grow suspicion over his behavior but honestly didn't have enough evidence for his theory and was shot down by Laios and Marcille

-It's not extremely obvious his slight shift in treatment until you had been kidnapped by the Chain Devil to protect Chilchuck from it's clutches

-And multiple times have members of the party have been kidnapped and although shaken he was able to keep his cool...but this time it was heavily different

-He let out a horrified scream that they had never heard from the Half-Foot before. He scrambled to his feet after watching you getting pulled into the darkness, his eyes were glassy and full of panic as he asked the rest on what they should do

-When they get you back, you were too tired to really stand so you laid in the sleeping bag as everyone else slept as well, but the brown haired man never left your side and watched as you slept

-...or so he thought

-You find out about his true feelings as you laid in your sleeping bag. As you were drifting in and out consciousness but felt light weight on the side of your body and Chilchuck began to talk to you, asking if you were awake

-"Good, you're fast asleep...I hope you know that I'm not hard on you because I don't like you that's...not even close to the truth.

I love you, so much and...I get so damn scared for you."

Laios:

-Constant. Monster. Facts.

-One of the things that makes Laios so attracted to you is that you listen and like when he nerds out so please be prepared. You're a safe space to spew out knowledge and it means the world to him

-Consistently gives you small little gifts, but then sometimes gifts to the others so it doesn't look suspicious. Maybe it was something with the light but, the look in his eye as he gave you the bracelet and put it on you was so different.

-Usually doesn't care about other people being in a towels or shirtless, but when it's you he feels like a victorian man seeing an ankle for the first time. When he sees your collar bones and he tries to keep it very lokwey, but is highkey blushing

-Gives you some sketches of your favorite creatures, always "accidentally" makes your favorite dish for dinner nights, pouts a little when you need to be gone without him for a little

-If you're ever feeling insecure he might open his gob a little too much, "I get maybe why you'd feel that way but, if you ask me I think it's pretty hot" he says with a blank, enthusiastic smile on his face not at all understanding how that could come off

-You find out that the knight has a crush on you the first time he gets absolutely hammered with Senshi, Chilchuck as he was convinced by the two to get drunk

-The bar was packed in one of the "safe spaces" in town and you and Marcille were kinda the designated sober people within your party, and whilst the half elf was in the bathroom you decided to get some fresh air and got up from the stool seat

-"Whatcha' doing party is jus' getting started?" Laios asks

-You shot him a look over the shoulder and responded softly, "I need some fresh air hun, I'll be right back."

-And there went his inner dialogue. Out his mouth.

-"Woah, how sexy. Being in love really sucks sometimes since I'd really do tricks like a dog to be with them good god."

-The look you gave dobered him almost completely, and if that wasn't enough Marcille was right behind him and heard every word

-Love is cringe but he is free I guess.

Part Two:Kabru, Shuro and Falin!

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Rumors Pt. 2

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Eventually joining sides to take down and figure out who is behind 'The Catacombs' it seems that this blog has its sights set on other victims besides you both.

Warnings: slightly toxic relationship (not Vil!), talk of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 8.4K

Part 1 Here!

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There sat the four of you.

Whilst your phone's notifications were ringing the air, all different tones and chimes, but no matter how they worded or intended it they all wanted the same thing. 

Answers.

Who was right? Who was in the wrong? Is any of this true?

You eventually all silenced your devices as the pinging was intruding your thoughts alongside being extremely irritating. All was quiet and awkward as each of you could barely focus nor formulate a plan as to how you could even begin to find out who this was or what to do. 

The rumor was already dangerous, with news outlets and social media beginning to run with the narrative that Vil was this absolute villain like the ones he played on the big screens, a sociopath who abused his power of being a star. And they were also eager to get your perspective, your side of the alleged abuse and the torment you faced at the hands of this beloved celebrity. Before you both could catch your breath, these speculations about the two of you, whether on your side or not, were spreading like wildfire. 

The photos were so incriminating with one of Vil pointing his finger at you whilst you stood there with an exasperated expression. It was the perfect picture for the narrative they were trying to paint and it was all done on the exact same day of Vil acting like a bit of an asshole. Therefore, anyone could have overheard and given an account of Vil’s “bullying”.

One of the main things that was so unsettling was that this ‘Catacombs’ person was so close to you, yet you had no idea who they were or where to even begin with trying to seek out the culprit of this.

Vil’s expression was unreadable as he scrolled on his phone, and to a blind eye it seemed as though he was nonchalant and uncaring, his eyes told a different story. Illuminated and hypnotized by the media coming out regarding the situation and wanting to know the public consensus of the scandal.

Eventually, the dorm leader was forced to put the phone down by Rook, the huntsman’s manicured hand lightly gripping his and placing the device on the coffee table before telling Vil that those people online “don’t know what they’re talking about at all”. Truthfully speaking, Rook had his lines ready like clockwork as this occurrence wasn’t anything new, and whenever something like this happened, it was more important to get Vil to put the phone down rather than what you say. 

However, it was undeniable that this was one of the worst cases of a hate train on Vil that Rook in his time of being his friend. As despite usually being thick skinned on the surface, Vil could not even pretend that he was okay. And it was obvious by the actor being rendered speechless and the features on his face hollowed out and he stared into space.

Whilst Rook was speaking to Vil in an attempt to soothe him, Epel turned to you on the couch cushion beside him and held your hand, “I promise Rook and I will be here if you need us. When we find out who this devil is I’ll be sure to give 'em’ a piece of my mind I swear, Y/N!” His declaration, although fierce and serious, made you crack a small smile. You couldn’t help it, it was just a bit funny to see your friend so ferocious and passionate with his tiny yet mighty self.

It wasn’t too long before you had to part with the huntsman and the lilac haired boy as they needed to hold down the Pomefiore dorm as it had been in shambles following the news break of your alleged feud. 

“I will be sure to give you updates on how Pomefiore is fairing, Roi du Poisson. Please, both of you, take care of yourselves,” Rook said pointedly, giving a hug to each of you before he left alongside Epel. 

You ushered your company out the door, both you and Vil giving goodbyes and telling them to get home safe. As soon as you closed the door, Vil reverted back to his position on your arm chair, but you continued to stare outside the window watching them leave until they were out of sight. And you could blame just wanting them to be safe, but it gave you time to think as you looked at the land in front of you, and the stars occasionally. Yes, you would definitely miss them as they both provided a slight amount of comfort with having to deal with this mystery stalker and broke the ice between you and Vil. But, as you both were left alone one thing became glaringly obvious.

The stalker could absolutely be anyone, and you couldn’t afford to lend trust to anyone except yourselves.

This ‘Catacombs’ person could be watching your movements right now and looking for-

“Paranoid?” Vil spoke, breaking your train of thought alongside the harsh silence between you. 

You swallowed a bit before answering, “...Yeah.” 

He let out a sigh, putting down his phone once he remembered not to doom scroll as it would only make himself feel worse. Vil knew he always had a tendency to revert to old habits even after being told this tip by friends and management alike. “There are already articles popping up…if you’re curious” Vil trailed off, trying to get you to stop looking at the window. Which he did succeed at as you began to walk to the couch and plant yourself on it. He took a deep breath before starting his next point, “Listen… I have experience in this business which means I have a couple ideas as to how to solve this PR nightmare but they certainly aren’t foolproof,” 

You looked at him quizzically, snapping yourself out of your daze, “You have a plan already?” 

“Of course I do, who do you take me for?” He asked, a bit offended that you would believe he wasn’t at least cooking up something to save both (mainly his) of yours’ reputations.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’re ultra smart, what are you thinking?” you asked while rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued. 

“We cannot trust anyone other than each other, you are vulnerable to online scrutiny and this is a plan to sabotage us both. I know fans can be ruthless and I of all people know that the internet can be cruel. I…” He drew his breath and continued to speak, “believe that you are not the person behind this. Whatever this gossip blog is, it was meant to divide us. But we are going to do the opposite.” 

 “So, what are you saying?” imploring for him to further explain his thoughts.

“We are going to subvert expectations, even if it isn’t genuine, throwing the media and the “Catacombs” for a loop. Instead of spiraling and drawing more attention, we will create peace. You and I are going to be friends.” 

You nodded but were still hesitant, “...I see where you’re going with this, but do you genuinely believe this is going to work?” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo to know what does and doesn’t work. If we were just two friends bickering that were taken out of context, I’m not a villain and you are no victim. This situation will be deemed as nothing alongside discrediting the “Catacombs”. If we get asked by anyone about the details of the “fight”, tell them we have no clue what they’re talking about and that you’re a pretty good friend of mine,” he explained.

He stroked the top of his hat before continuing, “There’s a party in two weeks at the Scarabia dorm and I’ll take you so we can make a public appearance.” 

“I’m not exactly a party person and it would look like we’re not just-”

“Will you not be so damn stubborn? This is just for the time being and then we can go back to being out of each other's hair. Do you think I want to be stuck with you at a party?” 

“See? This is exactly why they think you’re a bull-” 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, putting a finger over his mouth as the blonde listened for something. The blondes’ eyes were steady on the window as he leaned in over the shell of your ear, speaking lowly but still frustrated, “Keep quiet, we aren’t alone.” 

You were confused as to how he even knew, but he was already headed for the window, looking at the rustling of the bush directly under the pane. The plant rustled violently with great vigour, as you both waited expectantly for whatever would emerge from it.

Only for it to be a squirrel that began booking it down your yard and through the black gate. 

At least you both were on your toes.

~~

It was late in the night, and over the course of a couple days it became routine for Vil to come over. Not because you both enjoyed each others’ company but to discuss your plans forward and rehearse certain things like getting along cordially in public, especially in class. Or reposting each others’ posts on social media but to make sure you have other stuff and other peoples’ posts on your story to make it look casual. It was extremely calculated and fake yes, but you have to do what suffices to make the image you were trying to portray stick.

 But Vil decided to crash on your couch as he had an exam to study for this weekend and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch a break if he was at Pomefiore. Even though paparazzi weren't legally allowed on campus, the school newspaper and other curious, prying people would be hounding him down at the dorm. And by speaking to them or even a slight interaction would cause a trickle-down effect, where it would get back to media outlets.

 It was nice to just get some privacy and despite the disfavor you felt towards him, you were understanding as you weren’t the public figure in this situation and were far less popular than Vil. Therefore, you granted him that peace by letting him reside in your house. 

But until 8pm, which is when he was supposed to show up at Ramshackle, you stayed almost half asleep, drifting in and out on your L-shaped couch until your phone vibrated twice in a row.

Ace:P

Hey 

Can we talk? 

You:

I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls 

But what's up?

Ace:

I know you have prob seen what's going on and people are asking me for details abt this whole thing

But I gotta ask

Is the bullying that serious from Vil? Because it seems hella out of character for him

Like ik yall don’t get along but what people are saying he did is kinda insane  

You:

It’s not anything serious I swear on everything

But this stupid ass texter completely lied

Ace: 

Messenger has sent link

I feel bad because there’s already stories about Vil on the internet

This is so stupid I’m really sorry Y/N

You:

It’s fine, I just want this sorted out as fast as possible since this is ridiculous 

Plus he’s already onw to my house since everyone at his dorm keeps bothering him

Ace:

Well it seems yall don’t exactly hate each other after all ¬‿¬ 

You:

Whatever ur implying stop it, its gross 😭

Ace: 

Alright never againnnn

If u need to talk about anything else I’m here and so is Deuce

Oh and have fun with your playdate with Vil ;))

You:

I swear to god I am going to have your head I hate you I hate you

ANSWER THE PHONE YOU TROGLODYTE THIS ISNT OVER

And if it was on queue, there was rapping at the front door and you already knew who it belonged to, it was after all 8pm sharp. As you got up, you thought to yourself as to why the hell he was never 1 minute late or early it’s beyond weird, it’s like he can’t even be a normal person. 

But you opened the door and there Vil was holding his textbook and notebook while wearing casual white silk pants and a periwinkle tee shirt with the text ‘Althea’s Garden 1881’ with an illustration of plants and berry bushes.  But there was something more surprising than seeing him so casual.

 “You wear glasses? Or are those just another luxury item you wore just to flex on me like your Mersache sandals?” You asked genuinely while pointing at his attire.

“Yes, I do wear glasses for your information and these sandals were just what was convenient, L/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows. 

“Huh, I thought you would be perfect in all areas, including vision,” you said semi-sarcastically before stepping aside to let him inside.

And if your vision had mistaken you, you caught a light pink blush on his cheeks before he spoke back to you. 

‘Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see?’ 

Wait, what the hell were you even thinking to yourself? Vil of all people, I mean sure he was an objectively good-looking guy, but you know you both were as compatible as water is to fire. You shook your head before heading toward your kitchen as he set himself up on your living room table.

And you brushed it off as just a random thought and you were definitely just seeing things. 

~~

You were counting down the days til Scarabia’s party and until then it all felt so violating to have people who you never knew try to peer into your business. The whole situation made you almost into a semi-celebrity on campus for the wrong reason. People were passing notes, whispering when you came and went, and straight up asking you why you hadn’t spoken up over Vil “tormenting” you.

“So is this whole princely thing a persona?”

“Is he as mean as he looks?”

“Did you lowkey like it? Hey listen, I know bullying is bad but look at the guy.”

And seriously, you deserved better than being questioned from post-its written in Crayon. You're in college for crying out loud who even uses crayons? 

You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for Vil, it was exhausting enough even for you. But you both held it down leading up to the special date and keeping up appearances, with side by side, friendly interactions. Even “hanging out” casually during lunch and in between classes, was absolutely genius and flip-flopped everyone’s opinion about the gossip, deeming it to be completely unreliable and made up. 

And then like Vil expected, the trickle down effect began with online sources publishing these photos, which was the final blow to swaying the public opinion. And as you scrolled under the topic of Vil on social media there truly wasn’t anyone believing that he did any wrong doing. 

User 51670945: Turns out this whole thing is just fake as hell wtf 

MareM0bbb: They’re legit friends and yall made up these fake rumors abt my baby daddy Vil for no reason…

Flygyallll: I TOLD YALL THAT THESE RUMORS WAS FAKE ASF

User 23094549: As much as I wanna be a hater on him…truth is truth it is what it is lmao

K1wifruit: Huh he always kinda gave mean but I guess this stuff isn’t true at all

Vil continued to research the progression of the situation on his own pristine silver laptop at your house. He clicked the keys, typing on the search bars of Witter, Magicam and other places of the net to give proper analysis of the fruits of both of yours’ labor. 

“So, what did you come here to tell me anyways?” you asked, leaning over his shoulder to check the screen. 

“I came to tell you that everyone is scrutinizing the source that provided the info of our ‘fight’. I haven’t been checking up on this so it’s good to see it’s falling in our favor,” Vil reported his sharp, lilac eyes scouring the screen. 

“Wait, you aren’t checking up on this stuff?” You asked shocked. You couldn’t even sleep and the Wizoogle search bar has been a victim of being constantly used from you checking up on what people have to say about this whole situation. 

“Of course not, you’ll just give yourself a headache if you keep obsessively checking. A part of solving problems is patience,” he replied as if it was common sense despite him obsessing over it a week ago. His eyes finally left the screen and on to you, you couldn’t exactly tell but it seemed like the blonde’s gaze softened.

 “It seems like you have not rested since this whole thing happened. The blue light of screens is really showing up on your face, you know” Vil sighed, shutting his laptop and grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to your couch.

“Yeah, because I’m not exactly experienced with the whole world dunking on me and some random person I barely know. I feel like shit and I think I only slept like 5 hours yesterday,” You groaned into your knees, finally lifting up your head to face Vil who was ready to scold you but you genuinely weren’t in the mood. How could you sleep when that slanderer was just out there running amok? 

“So, what’s the plan now?” you asked, eager to hear what’s next Which caused him to let out a sigh as he looked over at you.

“Rest, you need it.” 

“Vil, I’m being serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. I will not tell you the next part of our plan until you get under that blanket, do you understand me?” 

And while you were pissed that he scolded you like a child, begrudgingly you put your head on one of the plush pillows gifted by Kalim and covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes widened at him and bowed your head gesturing to Vil to continue talking and carry out his part of the bargain. 

He hopped into the love seat across from you before speaking, “Now, we are in a secure spot and people think we are friends but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still in deep water. The “Catacombs” could be at this party we wouldn’t even know about it, therefore I’m laying down some ground rules. No arguing, we get along a bit for appearances, and then we can split and never talk again,” Vil said, standing up and pacing as he spoke. 

“Ah, and one last thing; don’t do anything stupid,” he finished, pointing a gloved hand at you. 

“Thanks for having a lot of faith in me, Vil. I hope you do the same,” you huffed, far too comfortable at that point to argue back aggressively. And in the blink of an eye, you went from bickering to already being fast asleep.

~~~

It was the biggest night yet not just for you and Vil but for the entirety of Night Raven, with Kalim promising that it would be the “party of the century” and that “you absolutely had to come”. 

You spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready as let’s just say, you’ve been on a dry spell for god knows how long. Of course this party was for appearances, following Vil’s plan but… to say you have been lonely would be an understatement and this party was the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know someone outside of class. As you stared in the mirror and went to apply a final spray of your favorite perfume, your phone vibrated a text from not Vil but someone who you have been waiting for for hours.

Hermes:

Lmao, that’s crazy

Was wondering if ur heading to Scarabia’s rager or nah?

Yes, he did leave you on delivered for eons but you genuinely really liked this guy and wanted to make it work. And just as you were about to answer, another message popped up from your favorite person ever. 

Vil:

Are you ready? 

Waiting outside for you

You:

I’ll be out in a sec u can just come through the front it’s unlocked :P

Vil:

You know you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked

Something could have happened to you 

You:

Yeah but it’s not is it?

Plus I got you, a hella strong wizard as my bodyguard

Vil:

I’m not your bodyguard.

And you need to be better about being less careless

As he sent that last text he opened the door, ensuring he locked it behind himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were kind of filled with excitement for this party. You made the last finishing touches, you stepped back from your vintage vanity that Crowley bought you as a gift from a probably shady garage sale. Your eyes traced yourself up and down and even you knew that you looked amazing- 

“Are you ready yet or not?!” you heard from downstairs. The hypocrisy from the queen of getting ready is insane but you speed up putting on your shoes and getting downstairs to Vil. 

Before you could get a good look at him you began to scold him as you descended down the creaky wooden steps, “I don’t know why you were rushing me you came like, 2 minutes ago?” 

“Actually it was more like 15 minutes ago, like always your eyes were not on the clock at all,” he replied, turning around to face you fully.

“W-”

But before you could speak, your eyes met his face. And although you couldn't see his eyes due to his slim sunglasses, this look, no himself and his clothes were absolutely stunning. One thing about Vil that even you could admit to yourself is that you can call him a bit cold, calculated, or blunt, but never ugly. And it was oh so apparent tonight.

 He wore looser fitting dress pants with a slim tux outlining his silhouette of his shoulders, his tie was a beautiful, eye-catching lavender and his jewelry adorning his hands and ears was silver with diamond highlights. He looked runway ready. The flawless, handsome and untouchable image of Vil Schoenheit that people look up to, not the annoying guy that is your number one hater.

The blonde took off his slim, blacked out shades to look at you and he hummed and put the glasses back on, which left you confused. 

“What?”

“Your outfit isn’t…terrible,” he remarked looking at you up and down.

“Wow thanks, I don’t know if you know but not everyone can dress head to toe in designer,” you replied sarcastically. 

“And this is what I get for being nice to you,” the blonde sighed, heading over to the front door of your abode. 

“That was not nice, you were being shady as hell,” you pointed out while rolling your eyes. 

“Me? Shady? Never,” Vil said, a smirk reaching his lips as he pressed a hand on the small of your back, giving a light push,  “C’mon, spud.” 

“...I know you did not just call me a fucking potato right now.” 

~~~

The walk to Scarabia surprisingly wasn’t too long and strenuous especially because it seems like Vil and you were doing better? It sounded strange and completely unnatural but you had a couple of good moments between one another on the way there. 

“Just curious, but how can you brush off the hate all the time?” you asked while walking on the stone pavement away from your house.

“Good question, I see online hate as being unreal.  Everyone is just looking to say something but in person it can be a bit difficult… Especially the situation we’re in now,” he finished but he started to pick it back up after some silence. “I see NightRaven as a place where I’m a bit farther from the spotlight and instead of focusing on my career I’m a student not an actor. Not everything is about my next role or the execution of this scene, this is kind of like a break. And I want people to know that I would never hurt someone like that, and now people at this school think I’m some damn monster.” 

You tried to figure out what to say, you expected some curt answer especially from Vil and not a whole dissertation on his life. Granted you did know more than you lead on about his past and how he feels about acting but still, it caught you off guard. 

“Well…” you started off and immediately he looked at you dead on, “I think that people know you’re a good guy, us going to the party and getting our mingle on together and will prove that there is nothing crazy going on, you're not some mean weirdo.”

He surprisingly started to giggle at your reply, “Getting our mingle on? Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am, you never know who will make an appearance, man! Hey, maybe Kalim has a secret, hot cousin that’s also a gazillionaire like him?” 

And to your shock, your jokes were making him smile, “Hmm, I see you only date within your tax bracket?” 

“Just when I thought you stopped being shady.”

“What?” Vil fake questioned, placing a hand on his chest, “So you’re saying L/N is that you’re not a gazillionaire? Would have never guessed.” 

And before you knew it with a couple more rounds of bickering, you already were in front of the portal to teleport you to the Scarabia dorm.

~~~

Kalim did not lie when he said that this would be the “party of the century” since as soon as you stepped through the portal you could already hear the music and cheering from all corners of the Scarabia dorm. It seemed like there were two sections of where this party, both on the red velvet lined floor and polished stone outside and inside. And both sections were going absolutely wild with excitement.

Following the white haired boys’ orders over text, you both headed to the main doors of the dorm where they were wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. There was a tremendous amount of people upon every inch inside, the music was bumping so loud but you could still hear the excited yells of people inside, and with strobe lights in every corner it gave color to the  dance floor.

You texted Kalim that you were both here only to see a…double text from Hermes! 

Hermes:

Hey

Where you at can’t find you lol

You turned to Vil and began freaking out, during your walk you decided to tell him about your little situationship as you had been thinking about it all day and after all he spilled his guts about his own personal life. You and him at the same party sets the perfect mood for the story you’re going to tell your friends as to how you both became official and introducing him!

Only for Vil to go in with a hammer and crush your dreams once you let him read your texts from the 7 months of talking between each other. 

“He’s not interested in you,” the blonde said, flipping through your phone.

“You’re crazy! Just look at this then,” you replied, taking your phone back searching to find the multiple texts of him flirting with you and hinting at being in a relationship with you. 

You placed your proof right in front of his face and he smiled and shook his head, “You have no idea how guys are, potato.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo Vil, I know the signs and I know how ‘guys are’” you said, quoting the air.

“Let me tell you something, yes he thinks you’re cute but he’s not genuinely into you. He’s making these promises to draw you in,” he replied, his face continuing to look at the path in front of him. 

 “Well he’s fine as hell and it’s just a fun little thing I’m trying Mr. I Have No Faith.”

“I gotta go, he’s looking for me!”

The actor grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear, stopping you from running away, “Oh no you don’t, we had a deal to stick together during this thing for a minute and then we can split.” 

You spoke low like him so people didn’t overhear your plan, “I’ll come back later I swear, Hermes is asking for me right now and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Plus people have already seen us come together,” and so you slipped away easily into the crowd texting back the apple of your eye lightning fast. 

You:

I’ll be on the main balcony u can’t miss it lol

Perfect, nonchalant enough so that he doesn’t think you’re desperate but show you care just enough to see him. 

Hermes was a basketball player attending Night Raven, belonging to the Savannaclaw dorm. He was probably one of the most good looking guys that you knew, his dark brown locks with highlights, gorgeous tan skin and blonde fox ears crowned the top of his head. You both met at one of his basketball games and as you were talking to Jamil, Floyd and Ace he pulled you aside and asked for your number!

Yes, your friends grimaced at the sight and told you not to entertain it because he’s “not a good guy” but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? 

But you got attached. 

And he wasn’t at all, but you thought you could maybe make him feel the same about you. And honestly you thought it was working with the promises and flirting he would whisper in your ear. He was eager to see you and you saw that as proof that this night was your chance to do it and tell him how you really feel. 

It was a beautiful night, the moon was so full and beautiful, the moon beams made the lights within the dormitory feel so insignificant in comparison. The chilling air brushed your skin, and whilst it gave you goosebumps it was a drastic relief from the stuffy air inside. You stared out, your eyes darting from the people below, then to the miles of sand that extended beyond the property. You were so hypnotized by the sight of sand swirling and people that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone. 

“Hey,” you heard from behind, you knew exactly who it was. Your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice and you felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness once your eyes turned to meet him. To say he looked amazing was an understatement, his bright caramel eyes pierced yours as sauntered. His tie was untied and his dress shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and collarbone to you. 

“Hey, it’s uh, been a while since I’ve seen you,” you replied, trying to stay cool at the sight of him despite your heart contradicting your wishes

He hummed in agreement as he eased on the gate of the balcony beside you, “Yeah, I’ve just been hella busy. What about you though?”

You chuckled, “Yeah I’ve been swamped with stuff, like saving the whole school from the S.T.Y.X invasion stuff and just working.” 

He barely even reacted to the info you were telling him, but his gaze remained on you almost like you were a prey animal. And to your dismay you failed to notice and were looking at him quite the opposite. Yes he wasn’t a guy of many words but you actually really liked him, he was just a good listener, this wasn’t just for a potential booty call, this was about wanting something more. 

You disrupted his lustful gaze with a question, “Hey…I was wondering if maybe you would like to get food or coffee sometime? Texting is great and all but I think it would be nice to just hang out with you.” 

And it was like a damn lightswitch the beastman’s mood changed, “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean if you want it to be,” you said, thinking that this was going incredibly smoothly. 

He let air breathe out in a chuckle before continuing, “Listen, I genuinely don’t know what you thought this was gonna be. But I don’t do dates with flings like this, I’m kinda a…,” he snapped his fingers to remember the words, “no strings attached kinda guy, sorry.”  

How could you be a “no strings attached” kind of guy when you said you’d love to see me more often in classy outfits and that you looked stunning? Or that playing video games would be even more fun if it was in real life with you beside him? Taking every opportunity during class to sit next to me everyday? When he said that he had never felt so comfortable with anyone else? But in you couldn’t voice any of those thoughts and instead listened to what he had to say, it was as if your lips were glued stuck and you were paralyzed. 

“If you wanna fuck I’d be totally down n’ you could hit my line but other than that I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away from you and holding up a peace sign. And with that, he was out of your line of sight.

You were too stunned to cry or formulate words, and as soon as you knew you wouldn’t encounter him right outside of the opening to the balcony you began walking. Walking to where? You didn’t exactly know, you just felt your feet carrying your body around the party. You didn’t care about anything at the time and you silenced your phone and decided that you could just check it later. Feelings that if you heard any more notifications you would just snap. Within your ribcage, your heart was doing backflips whilst your stomach felt empty whilst fluttering making a concurrent, horrible mess within you. 

 And in an attempt to convince yourself that you didn’t care about what you just went through, you found yourself in the kitchen. There were only two people in the kitchen itself whilst everyone else was seated or near the tables within it. Your eyes landed on the smuggled liquid courage placed on the kitchen counter that was enticing you. So you decided to drown your sorrows and drink some to forget, and then some more.

The drink was far different from those from Earth’s, it hit like the purest of alcohol and warmed your throat but it had such a delicious taste that you ended up filling your entire cup over and over again.

And you definitely felt better than ever, yet couldn’t remember a single thing past that moment.

~~~

He never really cared for parties too much, as before Nightraven he had to attend one almost every week to mingle and socialize with others to aid his own career. But Vil knew that it was best for himself and you to go to this party to hold down the image of you two being friends. Until you spoiled the damn plan to see your new boytoy and to say that he was upset would be an understatement. 

Vil’s expression soured behind his skinny, dark shades at the thought of you with that man, he didn’t care of course what you did, but he had enough brain power to know that he wasn’t into you besides a quick fuck. And over the past couple of days of being around you, growing into acquaintances, and witty banter between you too that he could feel sorry about you falling for this situationship you found yourself in. 

Eventually enough time passed for him to grow concerned over where the hell you could be since you did say you just came to “talk” to him. And either you’re having the time of your life somewhere with this Hermes guy or you could be in big trouble. So he decided to call your phone number from your texts exchanged between each other, as he hadn’t given you a contact yet. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

And the only thing in his ear was an automated robotic voicemail, rather than you. And with a text asking you where you were at, the blonde went on to search for you. He left one of the many common rooms of Scarabia to head to the dancefloor, immediately thinking that you most likely got something to drink or wanted to socialize down there. 

‘There is no way in hell that exchange went well between them,’ Vil thought as he walked by, he let his strides be long to avoid conversations with other people. He had to know why you bailed and weren’t answering your phone, making him search through an ocean of bodies to find you.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes of him gazing through the crowd before something crashed into his back, he quickly turned around to see who pushed into him like that. And it was like the Great Seven heard his prayers for help, it was exactly who he was looking for. 

Due to being a veteran of attending parties whether they be lavish balls from a high profile actor or ragers hosted from some nepo baby milking every inch of daddy’s money, Vil immediately knew just by looking at you for a split second that you were drunk. And you abandoning the plan alongside you being drunk off your ass leaving both of you completely vulnerable to whoever was in here? Pissed wasn’t enough to describe how he felt. 

Vil took your side, his arm going around your back to hold your right upper arm to silently guide you out of this crowd to a possibly free room in the Scarabia dorm. As a dorm leader he knew that every dorm had separate spare rooms in the west wing so he could keep you there so you could sober up. 

Eventually, he quickly found one of them on the outside hallways, he knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening the door. Once opened, there sat a bed with a red, patterned blanket, oak vanity and small bathroom. And most importantly, no windows for anyone to sneak pictures of you two. You sat yourself on the bed whilst Vil paced around slightly, you on the other hand were suffering from heavy brain fog and dizziness.

As Vil paced he was thinking of so many what ifs, what if someone saw you both head into this room alone? What type of narrative would that create about you? He couldn’t afford a dating scandal especially now after he had already gotten lawyers involved with some of the spiraling rumors the media ran with after the “bullying” thing-

“Are you…mad at me, Vil?” you asked in a meek voice, which is when he got a really good look at the state you were in.

That meeting definitely did not go well, the light in the room in contrast to the colorful lights on the dancefloor revealed the tear streaks on your face and the clumped lashes from crying. He readied his mouth to give some sort of retort only to be silenced, you were already going through enough and he didn’t need to pour salt in the wound. 

He sighed before answering, “A bit, but I was just…worried as to where you could have been.”

Vil allowed some silence before asking the big question, “So, I take it that your talk with him didn’t go very well.” 

“I-It didn’t, and I know you told me that he was playing me and I didn’t listen but I was just,” you allowed yourself to catch your breath amongst the tears, “I thought that…it w-was gonna work out after what he told me. No one has told me that I’m amazing or beautiful or pretty smart and I should’ve known he was just s-spitting bullshit.” 

“What he said wasn’t bullshit, but he himself was,” Vil started, untying his tie before sitting next to you on the bed, “My father used to tell me to be careful of people, as sugar and salt look the same, everyone has fallen for this type of thing and you aren’t the first or nor the last. And you also need to recognize this doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or stupid, just a bit naive.” 

“...I guess you’re right,” you replied. 

“I know I’m right, I’m right about almost everything,” Vil smirked, hanging his shades on the neck of his shirt. 

“Oh yeah right, pretty princess” you slurred before hiccuping. 

“Pretty princess? And who are you referring to?” 

“You duuuh, you gave me the nickname potato so I had to come up with something back,” you shrugged. And surprisingly instead of being upset, you got a giggle from the blonde. 

“I guess I deserved that one, pretty princess it is, potato,” Vil said, putting a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

You gave a small, light punch to his chest before telling him to shut up which ended up tickling him. It honestly felt like slow motion in this state, like your chest was bubbly and your head was on cloud nine and you had almost zero control over your body. Your mini back and forth squabble eventually resulted in your hand resting on his thigh, you laid a pointer finger on his cheek before slurring out, “You know, y-you’re pretty all the time. But you’re extra pretty when you’re happy.” 

And with that statement, you laughed so hard that you laid back on the bed which was so comfortable that you ended up passing out. But Vil on the other hand had felt a bit flustered over your compliment, it wasn’t the first time anyone has said something like that and it truly was nothing in comparison to certain thirsty posts people have made about him. But it just felt…different. 

On a separate note, Vil had finally gotten intel over what you had drank as apparently up until fifteen minutes ago was the only drink available besides soda and punch, Ambrosia’s Embrace. A magical liquor that is extremely potent, tasty, and once you get one sip your body demands (Sobering doesn’t take long) more. Because of that, it’s constantly out of stock since it “always makes a party fun”. And luckily for both him and you, one of the side effects is that it makes you forget when you’re sobered up, so once you wake up from your nap a good chunk of your dignity could be saved. 

~~~

It had been about twenty minutes since you laid to rest, and Vil, despite his eyes being trained on his phone checking social media, was still thinking about what you said. He just couldn’t tell if you were just being nice or were you flirting with him? And did you even mean it if you were under the influence, or maybe you had hallucinated your situationship instead of him? 

Eventually you stirring in your sleep resulting in you waking up and snapped Vil from his thoughts. With your eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet you began feeling around on the plush bed. Eventually your eyes met the back of someone wearing a black suit and you were horrified until Vil turned around, his lilac eyes meeting yours. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. You looked around, realizing you were in an unrecognizable bedroom and his tie was undone, his tux was off and a couple of his buttons were unbuttoned exposing his smooth chest to you.

“Oh my god…did we-?” you asked, horrified and backing into the corner of the bed. 

“Absolutely not,” Vil said, shutting down the idea immediately and began fixing his clothes to look presentable. “You got completely wasted and I took you to one of Scarabia’s spare bedrooms for you to sober up. And for your information, I would never take advantage of someone under the influence.” 

You were completely stunned and then began to be disappointed and embarrassed with yourself as your memories of before you got drunk flooded your head. The confessional to Hermes and that leading you to get drunk off your ass was definitely that will replay in your brain before sleep when it decides to showcase your top 10 most embarrassing moments of all time. Out of embarrassment and not wanting to make eye contact, you turned on your phone and began inspecting just in case and turned your ringer back on, and surprisingly you had a good amount of text messages asking where you were and that they wanted to see you but none from that fox eared man from Savannaclaw.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to hear from him, but you were expecting at least something only to be disappointed once again. 

Vil took pity in your expression however and kneeled down silently, putting your shoes back on for you. 

“You don’t need to do that, Vil. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a grown up that could put on my own shoes,” you chuckled, half joking. But to say you didn’t care and weren’t unfazed by him being close to you like this would be a complete lie.

“One of the attachments on this thing came undone as it wasn’t fastened right, you could have fallen so I’m doing it for you” he said before finishing, standing up and giving you a hand. You took it and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you needed any more touch ups. 

“...My apologies if you didn’t want me to fix them, I’m a bit of a perfectionist,” Vil said, his back facing you before he held open the door for you. 

You slithered past him to stand outside the door to look at him, “Woah, Vil Schoenheit apologizing? Is this an alternate reality?”

“Don’t get used to it potato,” he replied before following after you but not before closing the door. 

The cool breeze of the outside immediately bit at you both, but at the same time was soothing in contrast to the semi stuffy spare room. Your feet both clicked on the pavement until a new sound chirped from both of your phones, making you look at each other with wide, knowing eyes. Scared yet eager you checked the message, it was a new five digit number ‘90234’ but you already knew who it was and you immediately felt sick. 

‘This just in, Ruggie Bucchi is so poor he digs through all sorts of trash! His favorite being Scarabia’s and Pomefiore’s but one of his primary targets is his own head dorm leader and right hand man, the royal Leona Kingscholar. And word on the street is that the sneaky hyena has been stealing from Leona for months but also stole the Great Lion’s Mane statue which is an heirloom to the Kingscholar family and was planning to pawn it! But hey, what are friends for right? See the voicenotes below to listen to what he has to say and some pictures of him using his grubby little hands doing what he does best -The Catacombs’

And although you felt guilty for this, the sight of the text message not being about you and Vil was the slightest bit relieving and you could see it in his eyes that he felt the same. But was it true that Ruggie would do something like this? It had to be a misunderstanding, right?

Before you could open your mouth to ask Vil, you were cut off by a loud “What?!” The exclamation sounded like a lion’s growl mixed with english, it could be heard and felt for miles with the vibrations reverberating your feet and chest. You both ran from the outside hallways of Scarabia to the inside, bearing witness to the situation on the dancefloor from upstairs. And whilst you wanted to intervene between the two, Vil grabbed your arm and shook his head. He knew better than you that if you went into the crossfire between the two, it would just make it worse.The dance floor made a large circle to give room for what was about to go down between the two beastman, with some having their cameras ready or just fixated in the moment. 

“You motherfucker I’m going to kill you!” Leona growled, attempting to lift the numerous arms of other Savannaclaw members holding the beastman back from tearing Ruggie in two. 

“Leona, listen to me I swear on my family, the Great Seven and my own life that I didn’t do anything to that-” Ruggie pleaded loudly as tears began welling in his eyes. 

But unfortunately for Ruggie, Leona was far too strong in this moment for anyone to restrain him, eventually being able to clear all of the arms of the members of his dormitory, including Jack. Despite the white haired boy urging him to step away, his pleas landed on deaf ears. His claws tore into Ruggie’s shirt, ripping it and drawing light hints of blood and lifting the hyena beastman off the ground and making his forehead meet his own.

“You steal from me…but when you touched that damn statue, you have stolen from my family, from my father. You’ll steal from a dead man, you pathetic piece of shit?” the lion beastman spat at him venomously, his emerald eyes illuminating and his pupils shrank as he stared into Ruggie.

The dirty blonde struggled against Leona hold, his hands gripping into his arms that made him dangle off the floor before barking out, “You’ll believe a damn text message and some pictures before you believe me?! And I’ve stolen from you but not that fucking statue, you know as that I know how much it means to you!”

 It was apparent that Leona was losing his mind after he chuckled and shook his head before his face contorted into an angry expression. 

“Playing me for a fool and using me for months, you’re lucky I don’t turn you into grains of sand right where you stand. I hope you know you’re just like the damn trash you collect,” he said before throwing Ruggie to the ground, “get the hell out of my sight you fucking worthless mongrel.”

Ruggie grabbed his jacket before running out the front door, the sea of people making clearance for him. Multiple people were tempted to go after him to possibly talk to him, but were afraid of the wrath of Kingscholar.

And despite your plan being executed well after posting one another on social media like the “besties you are” and not being the target for tonight, it seems that the Catacombs were determined to take down multiple people and not just you both.

~~~

Coming up on Part 3

“It’s either we find out the culprit or I’m banished from the Afterglow for however long he wants and kicked out of school.”

“This is going to ruin our business, what are we going to do?!”

“The location of the messages…it leads back to…”

Part 1...

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A/N: Hey everyone, again really I'm sorry for the late update I've just been caught up with school and my personal life but I'm so happy to post this as its been sitting unfinished for a while. I love yall so much and thank you for reading and supporting Rumors :D💞💞

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Request for the Obey Me brothers please: reacting to finding gn!writer!MC’s story drafts for the book MC is currently writing

Bonus if you want: bros also reacting to the death of their favorite character in said book (or finding out it’s planned already)

A/N: Hi my sweets this request will be splitting this into two parts since I accidentally made this too long!!

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

You wrote under an alias therefore no one except for those closest to you knew that it was you who wrote these masterpieces that took Hell by storm!

It was such an exciting, captivating set of novels that no matter the genre was full of mystery, drama and betrayal so shocking that not even the most conniving devils could predict the jarring turn of events

But what happens when he finds the most surprising twists of all?

Lucifer:

Lucifer was one of those people who believed that it was going to be a predictable end for one of his favorite characters Donivan, the best friend and who was in love with Annalise, however never confessed to her how he truly feels. And truth be told, he said that he doesn't exactly get attached to fictional characters, but he adored Donivan and his independent, strong yet caring nature. He thought that after a life of struggle and finally finding happiness with the heroine and friends was such a beautiful (and relatable) thing.

In your room, your notes were left astray much to the demon's dismay on your desk. And as he was tidying them, one of the papers titled "Donivan - End" in bold letters at the top caught his eye. Although Lucifer knew that this was your property and you take pride in your own work and business...

He absolutely had to take a peak, after all you left it right there infront of him! Lucifer grabbed the parchment with haste, making sure not to disturb the papers surrounding it and adjusted his glasses to read.

'Donivan will be battling in a sword fight with Brutus, after not being quick enough to dodge the attack he will have his throat slit and stabbed numerous times. This chapter will conclude his life flashing before his eyes, until it ends with him playfully running on the beach with Annalise before planting a kiss on her lips and confessing in this fantasy "I love you more than life Annalise." Before finally succumbing to his death.'

To say he was appalled would be an understatement to be honest, as he believed that they were going to get their complete happily ever after like you inferred they would! There was no way he could get you to change it either...or could he?

As he stopped by your dorm to speak with you the next day, he

"I've been meaning to ask, how is your novel going Y/N? Everyone has been buzzing about the new sequel," he inquired as he caught you with your trusty laptop.

"Ah, it's going well but I am having trouble with closing the ties of it," you replied, engrossed in typing.

"Yes, yes I see...you know the school library actually did a popularity poll online for your characters and you will never guess who came out on top," he said, taking a seat beside you on the bed.

"Oh my gosh, who?"

"Annalise of course, but she ended up tying vote counts with, Donivan."

"Really?"

"Yes, yes. Many are so fond of the fellow and so am I, you best make sure that all is well with him, you know for, um marketing purposes."

"Hmm...that might be a good idea, I think I'll talk it over with my editor and see how we should close this book," you smiled after being in thought for a while.

Finally, once the book released it was a smash hit and he had successfully persuaded you into keeping Donivan alive and getting his happy ending with the lovely Annalise. It was what the people wanted!

Even if those popularity votes in the poll online were just slightly tweaked from a certain someone who created the competition itself.

Sometimes you have to take fate into your own hands.

Mammon:

Mammon truth be told, never really liked reading. In his mind books were associated it with school, punishment and situations where he'd rather be doing literally anything else. Until you walked into his life and began letting him in on the story you were writing as well as giving him book recommendations.

It's like you truly knew him for him, and he actually took it really personal as Mammon for the first time was enjoying something that he pushed back on. And it made him feel special that you let him in on the bits and pieces what you were cooking , especially since no one knew it was you writing these fantastic stories and you trusted him.

So when for the final book you said that you had to completely keep your mouth shut, is when Mammon was kind of going crazy.

"What do you mean? You always tell me what's goin' on!" He exclaimed in your bedroom as you hid your laptop from him.

"I'm sorry Mammon, but I'm putting my foot down since it is the final book," you said firmly.

Until it was only a day later and he saw your computer left wide open, you were gone taking care of tasks, planning a banquet with Diavolo and Lucifer for affluent DevilDom attendees. It was the perfect opportunity for the demon.

One little peak couldn't hurt right?

So there Mammon was, snooping through your documents only to find an absolute jackpot more valuable than any cash prize at the casinos he frequents, "Tariq- Plan"

Tariq was his absolute favorite character, he was a bag-chasing, spiteful, cunning badass with no regard for others but still managed to do what was right on the occasion. Sure he had some sins on his back and some people he wronged but, Tariq was the absolute best especially since he held so much love and admiration for his girl, Sareema. He was all round one of the best characters in the entire party as they acted as nomads, defeating the great evils around the world. To say Mammon was excited to see what happens to him would be an understatement.

'Eventually, Sareema would be the one holding the branch that stopped them from falling into the ancient serpent Titan's pit. As Sareema held onto his hand, her grasp was slipping, growing weaker and weaker by the second. Tariq quickly understood that there was no getting out of this, it was either him or Sareema. He gazes upon her with a sad smile, and she immediately catches on and begins yelling at him, "Don't you dare, Tariq! Tariq don't let go of my hand or I'll never forgive you!" He ushers her, telling her that it's going to be all right.

"You can hate me all you want, but just know that I love you Sareema. Live for me and keep fighting," he pressed a kiss to her knuckles despite her rancorous screams, and finally.

He lets go, falling into the abyss."

A hand flies to his mouth, after everything he went through Tariq just...dies?

Nope not happening nope. The greed demon immediately beings operation: save Tariq because there is no way he will be dying on HIS watch. Therefore, he begins talking to you about him trying to keep it on the downlow.

"Ya' know...Tariq is my absolute favorite character in 'Crypt Keeper' honestly. In my opinion he of all people has to make it to the end," he says lounging on your bed whilst you type away.

"Why do you say that? After all, if he goes then it's kinda pay back for what he's done to other people, Mammon," you reply, your eyes not leaving the bluelight screen.

"Yeaahhh...but what about the growth and redemption arc! He goes through all o' that just to...I don't know-"

"You read my ending for Tariq didn't you."

"...YES AND I'M SORRY IT WAS JUST RIGHT THERE IN FRONT OF ME AND I COULDN'T HELP IT. BUT Y/N I'M TELLIN' YA YOU NEED TO KEEP HIM ALIVE HE'S A GOOD MAN!"

Although you give Mammon a heavy scolding after this, you do end up rewriting the story so that Tariq comes out alive. After performing a magic spell that cushions the landing as well as winning an epic battle between him and the ancient snake Deity, Armun. Eventually he makes his return, surprising Sareema. It made both the audience and Mammon happy so, a win is a win.

Leviathan:

Although he loved to read comics, Levi never really dabbled in traditional reading unless it was a manual for a figurine, lore about a character he enjoyed from anime, fanfiction or school. The only real exception for that was 'The Tale of the Seven Lords' series and some books Levi found entertaining but, he just wasn't a book kinda guy. But when he found out you were an author he was more than happy to read a bit of your work.

And then he became obsessed with this one character.

He was a pirate captain who although was a bit morally grey due to light plundering, protected the innocent and robbed the bad guys blind all at the same time. His name was Percy Ragtop, one of the love interests in your romance, action series 'Traitors of the Sea'. Despite being rugged, he was awfully quiet and also held a more sensitive side to him. Around the heroine Amerie, he was able to truly relax and be himself without the title of "Captain" being attached to him.

He was in love with this character, Levi felt like he could really relate to him as the title of being Grand Admiral was super stressful for him too. And he was under the impression that it would be Percy who survives and ends up being the final man for Amerie. After consuming so much anime and media himself, the sea captain checked all of the boxes: The first man the heroine meets, brooding and distant but lets her, the sensitive and caring yet feisty one in, and spent overall the most time together. It made complete sense until while Levi was passing by your room he heard,

"Ugh! How am I going to kill this guy in his fight with Wade," you muttered to yourself.

There was an impending fight with Wade between him and Percy, as they were rivals since the time they began being pirates! Alongside the last novel ended off with a cliffhanger of Wade boarding Percy's boat, inferring a showdown between the too. The demon's heart sunk, as this means...Percy will perish.

But he ended up double checking by going through your notes for Percy and finding them. Maybe you meant another character!-

And there is was, in bold lettering, "Percy's Death: Plan" and although it was blank it still broke his heart.

Once you came back home after shopping and hanging out with friends you were met with a nervous Levi.

"Is everything alright, Levi? You look a bit...scared-"

"Y/N, I know I shouldn't have been snooping...butIsawyourplanforPercy'sdeath," Leviathan confessed quickly, completely ashamed. He couldn't bare to lie to you about it any further.

You let out a betrayed gasp, "Levi! You of all people value privacy so much and you went snooping through my shit?!"

"I KNOW THAT IT'S WRONG BUT PLEASE DON'T KILL HIM I LOVE HIM, Y/N!" he was already grabbing at your legs crying, this was as serious as someone like Ruri-Chan passing away.

So you decided to rewrite it, yes because he was Levi's favorite but also you weren't exactly sold completely on killing him yourself. Percy would lose an arm however would win his fight with the notorious evil Captain Wade and your fans were absolutely loved this captivating ending alongside with having a happily ever after with Amerie.

You didn't tell Levi whether or not you were going to change it. But you got an idea the demon found out because as soon as you released it, you heard cheers coming from his room. Heavy and fast footsteps were on the way to your room, he opened the door and pulled you into a strong embrace, thanking you (also crying happy tears but you totally didn't see that).

Part 2 with Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie!

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A lot of fantasy goes with Tolkien explanation of fantasy racism being the result of ancestral grudge.

Then you got Dungeon Meshi which is like:

"Elves and Dwarves hate each other because their respective empires make up 2/3 of the imperial core and are stuck in a cold war as the planet runs out of uncolonized land to grab. Elves are able to live in pastoral paradise because they've horded most of the settings farm-able land and natural capital, displacing and mass murdering any natives in the process. Orcs and goblins are hostile to other races because there the primary targets of an ongoing slavery and genocide campaign. The dividing line between human and inhuman is arbitrarily assigned via a phrenological pseudo-science that quickly falls apart when questioned by anyone who wasn't indoctrinated into it since birth."

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Hi!! You could do a Marcille x F.reader but the reader is a human princess? Thanks!! (headcanons)

Marcille x Fem! Princess! Reader

How you both met:

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:

-You had met during spring, your father admitted Marcille's party into your family's castle as they had been appointed to take care of an infestation of gremlins. The main problem with them is that they had been growing to an abnormal size and becoming highly aggressive, and the party was gaining heavy notoriety for easily completing tasks

-Your mother and father had let them in, however you were busy reading in the garden, far too engrossed in the pages of the novel to remember to greet the party that would be staying within your castle walls

-However, you were snapped out of it immediately once your father called you, multiple individuals ranging in size below the overhead opening to your beautiful garden

-And that is when you both saw each other.

-Although it was not love at first sight, there was most definitely attraction with Marcille having flush reach her face at the sight of your beauty

'This is going to be a long mission' Marcille thought

Onto the headcanons!:

-During and after the mission you two began to spend more and more time together, establishing a friendship to go along with your attraction but...

-Of course neither one of you wanted to take the first step.

-But, in fear of never seeing you again Marcille bit the bullet and asked you, the princess if you would like to exchange letters and visible messages via magic loop.

-"The visible messages where we can see each other require more mana but the letters don't a-and the spells are really easy!" (You were already convinced even if it took alot since you were smitten)

- And so you ended up sending each other letters continuously, the half elf would of course always respond sometimes late but always having an important reason ranging from her eyelashes being singed off or attacked by a large sea monster

-On Marcille's journeys she would always pick up tiny souvenirs of things that you liked such as a book, a magic mirror or a jewel for when she might see you again

-And once she found out you could include little trinkets in the magical bubbles that sent the live messages? You were getting so many souvenirs you were running out of space!

-Both of you were worried about one getting possibly bored with the other, but that couldn't be furthest from the truth. As the more bubbled visible messages you sent of you laughing at her corny jokes, sharing fresh gossip or sharing more of each others interests made you both more intertwined than ever.

-Marcille would always remind you of important duties you had to attend to or (lovingly) nag at you to get some rest when you would write or send visible messages late at night but she knew she couldn't get enough of seeing you sleepy and with your nightgown

-Speaking of reminders! The mage had reminded you that your birthday was in a couple of days but it truly made you glum that Marcille wasn't there to celebrate it with you after months of chatting

-And once the day came, she hadn't even sent a message saying happy birthday that morning, it all had just left a sour taste in your mouth on your special day

-It was when you were starting your makeup as your celebration was in two hours that you heard light tapping on your door

-Knowing that it was just one of your maids you let out a solemn "come in"

-However, what came was a person holding a beautiful bouquet of flowers and they were not your maid at all

-It was your Marcille, this whole thing was a ploy to surprise you and after some light scolding from you she gave you presents alongside the bouquet. You were just overcome by the thought and care put into all of this that...

- Once your night of festivities was over, you found yourselves in the garden where you both first met. And in this moment, you were so magnetically drawn to one another you both slowly inched closer. Not being able to resist planting a kiss to each others' lips and whilst it was sweet, there most definitely was the hint of longing and desperation for this moment to last for a lifetime

-Marcille had one final surprise for you, after many days and nights trying to figure it out they were able to set up a teleportation point to your kingdom, so no matter where she was the mage could every so often come and see you! Which was amazing news for both the party but especially for you two :)

-And you could be able to have more moments like this of catching up from your now girlfriend's adventures and just being in each others space instead of just watching or writing

-This has to be the best birthday gift you have ever gotten

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Thank you so much!! Again so sorry for the long wait but I'm so blessed to have yall read my work :)💞❤️

Rumors Pt. 2

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Eventually joining sides to take down and figure out who is behind 'The Catacombs' it seems that this blog has its sights set on other victims besides you both.

Warnings: slightly toxic relationship (not Vil!), talk of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 8.4K

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There sat the four of you.

Whilst your phone's notifications were ringing the air, all different tones and chimes, but no matter how they worded or intended it they all wanted the same thing. 

Answers. Who was right? Who was in the wrong? Is any of this true?

You eventually all silenced your devices as the pinging was intruding your thoughts alongside being extremely irritating. All was quiet and awkward as each of you could barely focus nor formulate a plan as to how you could even begin to find out who this was or what to do. 

The rumor was already dangerous, with news outlets and social media beginning to run with the narrative that Vil was this absolute villain like the ones he played on the big screens, a sociopath who abused his power of being a star. And they were also eager to get your perspective, your side of the alleged abuse and the torment you faced at the hands of this beloved celebrity. Before you both could catch your breath, these speculations about the two of you, whether on your side or not, were spreading like wildfire. 

The photos were so incriminating with one of Vil pointing his finger at you whilst you stood there with an exasperated expression. It was the perfect picture for the narrative they were trying to paint and it was all done on the exact same day of Vil acting like a bit of an asshole. Therefore, anyone could have overheard and given an account of Vil’s “bullying”.

One of the main things that was so unsettling was that this ‘Catacombs’ person was so close to you, yet you had no idea who they were or where to even begin with trying to seek out the culprit of this.

Vil’s expression was unreadable as he scrolled on his phone, and to a blind eye it seemed as though he was nonchalant and uncaring, his eyes told a different story. Illuminated and hypnotized by the media coming out regarding the situation and wanting to know the public consensus of the scandal.

Eventually, the dorm leader was forced to put the phone down by Rook, the huntsman’s manicured hand lightly gripping his and placing the device on the coffee table before telling Vil that those people online “don’t know what they’re talking about at all”. Truthfully speaking, Rook had his lines ready like clockwork as this occurrence wasn’t anything new, and whenever something like this happened, it was more important to get Vil to put the phone down rather than what you say. 

However, it was undeniable that this was one of the worst cases of a hate train on Vil that Rook in his time of being his friend. As despite usually being thick skinned on the surface, Vil could not even pretend that he was okay. And it was obvious by the actor being rendered speechless and the features on his face hollowed out and he stared into space.

Whilst Rook was speaking to Vil in an attempt to soothe him, Epel turned to you on the couch cushion beside him and held your hand, “I promise Rook and I will be here if you need us. When we find out who this devil is I’ll be sure to give 'em’ a piece of my mind I swear, Y/N!” His declaration, although fierce and serious, made you crack a small smile. You couldn’t help it, it was just a bit funny to see your friend so ferocious and passionate with his tiny yet mighty self.

It wasn’t too long before you had to part with the huntsman and the lilac haired boy as they needed to hold down the Pomefiore dorm as it had been in shambles following the news break of your alleged feud. 

“I will be sure to give you updates on how Pomefiore is fairing, Roi du Poisson. Please, both of you, take care of yourselves,” Rook said pointedly, giving a hug to each of you before he left alongside Epel. 

You ushered your company out the door, both you and Vil giving goodbyes and telling them to get home safe. As soon as you closed the door, Vil reverted back to his position on your arm chair, but you continued to stare outside the window watching them leave until they were out of sight. And you could blame just wanting them to be safe, but it gave you time to think as you looked at the land in front of you, and the stars occasionally. Yes, you would definitely miss them as they both provided a slight amount of comfort with having to deal with this mystery stalker and broke the ice between you and Vil. But, as you both were left alone one thing became glaringly obvious.

The stalker could absolutely be anyone, and you couldn’t afford to lend trust to anyone except yourselves.

This ‘Catacombs’ person could be watching your movements right now and looking for-

“Paranoid?” Vil spoke, breaking your train of thought alongside the harsh silence between you. 

You swallowed a bit before answering, “...Yeah.” 

He let out a sigh, putting down his phone once he remembered not to doom scroll as it would only make himself feel worse. Vil knew he always had a tendency to revert to old habits even after being told this tip by friends and management alike. “There are already articles popping up…if you’re curious” Vil trailed off, trying to get you to stop looking at the window. Which he did succeed at as you began to walk to the couch and plant yourself on it. He took a deep breath before starting his next point, “Listen… I have experience in this business which means I have a couple ideas as to how to solve this PR nightmare but they certainly aren’t foolproof,” 

You looked at him quizzically, snapping yourself out of your daze, “You have a plan already?” 

“Of course I do, who do you take me for?” He asked, a bit offended that you would believe he wasn’t at least cooking up something to save both (mainly his) of yours’ reputations.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’re ultra smart, what are you thinking?” you asked while rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued. 

“We cannot trust anyone other than each other, you are vulnerable to online scrutiny and this is a plan to sabotage us both. I know fans can be ruthless and I of all people know that the internet can be cruel. I…” He drew his breath and continued to speak, “believe that you are not the person behind this. Whatever this gossip blog is, it was meant to divide us. But we are going to do the opposite.” 

 “So, what are you saying?” imploring for him to further explain his thoughts.

“We are going to subvert expectations, even if it isn’t genuine, throwing the media and the “Catacombs” for a loop. Instead of spiraling and drawing more attention, we will create peace. You and I are going to be friends.” 

You nodded but were still hesitant, “...I see where you’re going with this, but do you genuinely believe this is going to work?” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo to know what does and doesn’t work. If we were just two friends bickering that were taken out of context, I’m not a villain and you are no victim. This situation will be deemed as nothing alongside discrediting the “Catacombs”. If we get asked by anyone about the details of the “fight”, tell them we have no clue what they’re talking about and that you’re a pretty good friend of mine,” he explained.

He stroked the top of his hat before continuing, “There’s a party in two weeks at the Scarabia dorm and I’ll take you so we can make a public appearance.” 

“I’m not exactly a party person and it would look like we’re not just-”

“Will you not be so damn stubborn? This is just for the time being and then we can go back to being out of each other's hair. Do you think I want to be stuck with you at a party?” 

“See? This is exactly why they think you’re a bull-” 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, putting a finger over his mouth as the blonde listened for something. The blondes’ eyes were steady on the window as he leaned in over the shell of your ear, speaking lowly but still frustrated, “Keep quiet, we aren’t alone.” 

You were confused as to how he even knew, but he was already headed for the window, looking at the rustling of the bush directly under the pane. The plant rustled violently with great vigour, as you both waited expectantly for whatever would emerge from it.

Only for it to be a squirrel that began booking it down your yard and through the black gate. 

At least you both were on your toes.

~~

It was late in the night, and over the course of a couple days it became routine for Vil to come over. Not because you both enjoyed each others’ company but to discuss your plans forward and rehearse certain things like getting along cordially in public, especially in class. Or reposting each others’ posts on social media but to make sure you have other stuff and other peoples’ posts on your story to make it look casual. It was extremely calculated and fake yes, but you have to do what suffices to make the image you were trying to portray stick.

 But Vil decided to crash on your couch as he had an exam to study for this weekend and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch a break if he was at Pomefiore. Even though paparazzi weren't legally allowed on campus, the school newspaper and other curious, prying people would be hounding him down at the dorm. And by speaking to them or even a slight interaction would cause a trickle-down effect, where it would get back to media outlets.

 It was nice to just get some privacy and despite the disfavor you felt towards him, you were understanding as you weren’t the public figure in this situation and were far less popular than Vil. Therefore, you granted him that peace by letting him reside in your house. 

But until 8pm, which is when he was supposed to show up at Ramshackle, you stayed almost half asleep, drifting in and out on your L-shaped couch until your phone vibrated twice in a row.

Ace:P

Hey 

Can we talk? 

You:

I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls 

But what's up?

Ace:

I know you have prob seen what's going on and people are asking me for details abt this whole thing

But I gotta ask

Is the bullying that serious from Vil? Because it seems hella out of character for him

Like ik yall don’t get along but what people are saying he did is kinda insane  

You:

It’s not anything serious I swear on everything

But this stupid ass texter completely lied

Ace: 

Messenger has sent link

I feel bad because there’s already stories about Vil on the internet

This is so stupid I’m really sorry Y/N

You:

It’s fine, I just want this sorted out as fast as possible since this is ridiculous 

Plus he’s already onw to my house since everyone at his dorm keeps bothering him

Ace:

Well it seems yall don’t exactly hate each other after all ¬‿¬ 

You:

Whatever ur implying stop it, its gross 😭

Ace: 

Alright never againnnn

If u need to talk about anything else I’m here and so is Deuce

Oh and have fun with your playdate with Vil ;))

You:

I swear to god I am going to have your head I hate you I hate you

ANSWER THE PHONE YOU TROGLODYTE THIS ISNT OVER

And if it was on queue, there was rapping at the front door and you already knew who it belonged to, it was after all 8pm sharp. As you got up, you thought to yourself as to why the hell he was never 1 minute late or early it’s beyond weird, it’s like he can’t even be a normal person. 

But you opened the door and there Vil was holding his textbook and notebook while wearing casual white silk pants and a periwinkle tee shirt with the text ‘Althea’s Garden 1881’ with an illustration of plants and berry bushes.  But there was something more surprising than seeing him so casual.

 “You wear glasses? Or are those just another luxury item you wore just to flex on me like your Mersache sandals?” You asked genuinely while pointing at his attire.

“Yes, I do wear glasses for your information and these sandals were just what was convenient, L/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows. 

“Huh, I thought you would be perfect in all areas, including vision,” you said semi-sarcastically before stepping aside to let him inside.

And if your vision had mistaken you, you caught a light pink blush on his cheeks before he spoke back to you. 

‘Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see?’ 

Wait, what the hell were you even thinking to yourself? Vil of all people, I mean sure he was an objectively good-looking guy, but you know you both were as compatible as water is to fire. You shook your head before heading toward your kitchen as he set himself up on your living room table. And you brushed it off as just a random thought and you were definitely just seeing things. 

~~

You were counting down the days til Scarabia’s party and until then it all felt so violating to have people who you never knew try to peer into your business. The whole situation made you almost into a semi-celebrity on campus for the wrong reason. People were passing notes, whispering when you came and went, and straight up asking you why you hadn’t spoken up over Vil “tormenting” you.

“So is this whole princely thing a persona?”

“Is he as mean as he looks?”

“Did you lowkey like it? Hey listen, I know bullying is bad but look at the guy.”

And seriously, you deserved better than being questioned from post-its written in Crayon. You're in college for crying out loud who even uses crayons? 

You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for Vil, it was exhausting enough even for you. But you both held it down leading up to the special date and keeping up appearances, with side by side, friendly interactions. Even “hanging out” casually during lunch and in between classes, was absolutely genius and flip-flopped everyone’s opinion about the gossip, deeming it to be completely unreliable and made up. 

And then like Vil expected, the trickle down effect began with online sources publishing these photos, which was the final blow to swaying the public opinion. And as you scrolled under the topic of Vil on social media there truly wasn’t anyone believing that he did any wrong doing. 

User 51670945: Turns out this whole thing is just fake as hell wtf 

MareM0bbb: They’re legit friends and yall made up these fake rumors abt my baby daddy Vil for no reason…

Flygyallll: I TOLD YALL THAT THESE RUMORS WAS FAKE ASF

User 23094549: As much as I wanna be a hater on him…truth is truth it is what it is lmao

K1wifruit: Huh he always kinda gave mean but I guess this stuff isn’t true at all

Vil continued to research the progression of the situation on his own pristine silver laptop at your house. He clicked the keys, typing on the search bars of Witter, Magicam and other places of the net to give proper analysis of the fruits of both of yours’ labor. 

“So, what did you come here to tell me anyways?” you asked, leaning over his shoulder to check the screen. 

“I came to tell you that everyone is scrutinizing the source that provided the info of our ‘fight’. I haven’t been checking up on this so it’s good to see it’s falling in our favor,” Vil reported his sharp, lilac eyes scouring the screen. 

“Wait, you aren’t checking up on this stuff?” You asked shocked. You couldn’t even sleep and the Wizoogle search bar has been a victim of being constantly used from you checking up on what people have to say about this whole situation. 

“Of course not, you’ll just give yourself a headache if you keep obsessively checking. A part of solving problems is patience,” he replied as if it was common sense despite him obsessing over it a week ago. His eyes finally left the screen and on to you, you couldn’t exactly tell but it seemed like the blonde’s gaze softened.

 “It seems like you have not rested since this whole thing happened. The blue light of screens is really showing up on your face, you know” Vil sighed, shutting his laptop and grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to your couch.

“Yeah, because I’m not exactly experienced with the whole world dunking on me and some random person I barely know. I feel like shit and I think I only slept like 5 hours yesterday,” You groaned into your knees, finally lifting up your head to face Vil who was ready to scold you but you genuinely weren’t in the mood. How could you sleep when that slanderer was just out there running amok? 

“So, what’s the plan now?” you asked, eager to hear what’s next Which caused him to let out a sigh as he looked over at you.

“Rest, you need it.” 

“Vil, I’m being serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. I will not tell you the next part of our plan until you get under that blanket, do you understand me?” 

And while you were pissed that he scolded you like a child, begrudgingly you put your head on one of the plush pillows gifted by Kalim and covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes widened at him and bowed your head gesturing to Vil to continue talking and carry out his part of the bargain. 

He hopped into the love seat across from you before speaking, “Now, we are in a secure spot and people think we are friends but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still in deep water. The “Catacombs” could be at this party we wouldn’t even know about it, therefore I’m laying down some ground rules. No arguing, we get along a bit for appearances, and then we can split and never talk again,” Vil said, standing up and pacing as he spoke. 

“Ah, and one last thing; don’t do anything stupid,” he finished, pointing a gloved hand at you. 

“Thanks for having a lot of faith in me, Vil. I hope you do the same,” you huffed, far too comfortable at that point to argue back aggressively. And in the blink of an eye, you went from bickering to already being fast asleep.

~~~

It was the biggest night yet not just for you and Vil but for the entirety of Night Raven, with Kalim promising that it would be the “party of the century” and that “you absolutely had to come”. 

You spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready as let’s just say, you’ve been on a dry spell for god knows how long. Of course this party was for appearances, following Vil’s plan but… to say you have been lonely would be an understatement and this party was the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know someone outside of class. As you stared in the mirror and went to apply a final spray of your favorite perfume, your phone vibrated a text from not Vil but someone who you have been waiting for for hours.

Hermes:

Lmao, that’s crazy

Was wondering if ur heading to Scarabia’s rager or nah?

Yes, he did leave you on delivered for eons but you genuinely really liked this guy and wanted to make it work. And just as you were about to answer, another message popped up from your favorite person ever. 

Vil:

Are you ready? 

Waiting outside for you

You:

I’ll be out in a sec u can just come through the front it’s unlocked :P

Vil:

You know you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked

Something could have happened to you 

You:

Yeah but it’s not is it?

Plus I got you, a hella strong wizard as my bodyguard

Vil:

I’m not your bodyguard.

And you need to be better about being less careless

As he sent that last text he opened the door, ensuring he locked it behind himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were kind of filled with excitement for this party. You made the last finishing touches, you stepped back from your vintage vanity that Crowley bought you as a gift from a probably shady garage sale. Your eyes traced yourself up and down and even you knew that you looked amazing- 

“Are you ready yet or not?!” you heard from downstairs. The hypocrisy from the queen of getting ready is insane but you speed up putting on your shoes and getting downstairs to Vil. 

Before you could get a good look at him you began to scold him as you descended down the creaky wooden steps, “I don’t know why you were rushing me you came like, 2 minutes ago?” 

“Actually it was more like 15 minutes ago, like always your eyes were not on the clock at all,” he replied, turning around to face you fully.

“W-”

But before you could speak, your eyes met his face. And although you couldn't see his eyes due to his slim sunglasses, this look, no himself and his clothes were absolutely stunning. One thing about Vil that even you could admit to yourself is that you can call him a bit cold, calculated, or blunt, but never ugly. And it was oh so apparent tonight.

 He wore looser fitting dress pants with a slim tux outlining his silhouette of his shoulders, his tie was a beautiful, eye-catching lavender and his jewelry adorning his hands and ears was silver with diamond highlights. He looked runway ready. The flawless, handsome and untouchable image of Vil Schoenheit that people look up to, not the annoying guy that is your number one hater.

The blonde took off his slim, blacked out shades to look at you and he hummed and put the glasses back on, which left you confused. 

“What?”

“Your outfit isn’t…terrible,” he remarked looking at you up and down.

“Wow thanks, I don’t know if you know but not everyone can dress head to toe in designer,” you replied sarcastically. 

“And this is what I get for being nice to you,” the blonde sighed, heading over to the front door of your abode. 

“That was not nice, you were being shady as hell,” you pointed out while rolling your eyes. 

“Me? Shady? Never,” Vil said, a smirk reaching his lips as he pressed a hand on the small of your back, giving a light push,  “C’mon, spud.” 

“...I know you did not just call me a fucking potato right now.” 

~~~

The walk to Scarabia surprisingly wasn’t too long and strenuous especially because it seems like Vil and you were doing better? It sounded strange and completely unnatural but you had a couple of good moments between one another on the way there. 

“Just curious, but how can you brush off the hate all the time?” you asked while walking on the stone pavement away from your house.

“Good question, I see online hate as being unreal.  Everyone is just looking to say something but in person it can be a bit difficult… Especially the situation we’re in now,” he finished but he started to pick it back up after some silence. “I see NightRaven as a place where I’m a bit farther from the spotlight and instead of focusing on my career I’m a student not an actor. Not everything is about my next role or the execution of this scene, this is kind of like a break. And I want people to know that I would never hurt someone like that, and now people at this school think I’m some damn monster.” 

You tried to figure out what to say, you expected some curt answer especially from Vil and not a whole dissertation on his life. Granted you did know more than you lead on about his past and how he feels about acting but still, it caught you off guard. 

“Well…” you started off and immediately he looked at you dead on, “I think that people know you’re a good guy, us going to the party and getting our mingle on together and will prove that there is nothing crazy going on, you're not some mean weirdo.”

He surprisingly started to giggle at your reply, “Getting our mingle on? Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am, you never know who will make an appearance, man! Hey, maybe Kalim has a secret, hot cousin that’s also a gazillionaire like him?” 

And to your shock, your jokes were making him smile, “Hmm, I see you only date within your tax bracket?” 

“Just when I thought you stopped being shady.”

“What?” Vil fake questioned, placing a hand on his chest, “So you’re saying L/N is that you’re not a gazillionaire? Would have never guessed.” 

And before you knew it with a couple more rounds of bickering, you already were in front of the portal to teleport you to the Scarabia dorm.

~~~

Kalim did not lie when he said that this would be the “party of the century” since as soon as you stepped through the portal you could already hear the music and cheering from all corners of the Scarabia dorm. It seemed like there were two sections of where this party, both on the red velvet lined floor and polished stone outside and inside. And both sections were going absolutely wild with excitement.

Following the white haired boys’ orders over text, you both headed to the main doors of the dorm where they were wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. There was a tremendous amount of people upon every inch inside, the music was bumping so loud but you could still hear the excited yells of people inside, and with strobe lights in every corner it gave color to the  dance floor.

You texted Kalim that you were both here only to see a…double text from Hermes! 

Hermes:

Hey

Where you at can’t find you lol

You turned to Vil and began freaking out, during your walk you decided to tell him about your little situationship as you had been thinking about it all day and after all he spilled his guts about his own personal life. You and him at the same party sets the perfect mood for the story you’re going to tell your friends as to how you both became official and introducing him!

Only for Vil to go in with a hammer and crush your dreams once you let him read your texts from the 7 months of talking between each other. 

“He’s not interested in you,” the blonde said, flipping through your phone.

“You’re crazy! Just look at this then,” you replied, taking your phone back searching to find the multiple texts of him flirting with you and hinting at being in a relationship with you. 

You placed your proof right in front of his face and he smiled and shook his head, “You have no idea how guys are, potato.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo Vil, I know the signs and I know how ‘guys are’” you said, quoting the air.

“Let me tell you something, yes he thinks you’re cute but he’s not genuinely into you. He’s making these promises to draw you in,” he replied, his face continuing to look at the path in front of him. 

 “Well he’s fine as hell and it’s just a fun little thing I’m trying Mr. I Have No Faith.”

“I gotta go, he’s looking for me!”

The actor grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear, stopping you from running away, “Oh no you don’t, we had a deal to stick together during this thing for a minute and then we can split.” 

You spoke low like him so people didn’t overhear your plan, “I’ll come back later I swear, Hermes is asking for me right now and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Plus people have already seen us come together,” and so you slipped away easily into the crowd texting back the apple of your eye lightning fast. 

You:

I’ll be on the main balcony u can’t miss it lol

Perfect, nonchalant enough so that he doesn’t think you’re desperate but show you care just enough to see him. 

Hermes was a basketball player attending Night Raven, belonging to the Savannaclaw dorm. He was probably one of the most good looking guys that you knew, his dark brown locks with highlights, gorgeous tan skin and blonde fox ears crowned the top of his head. You both met at one of his basketball games and as you were talking to Jamil, Floyd and Ace he pulled you aside and asked for your number!

Yes, your friends grimaced at the sight and told you not to entertain it because he’s “not a good guy” but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? 

But you got attached. 

And he wasn’t at all, but you thought you could maybe make him feel the same about you. And honestly you thought it was working with the promises and flirting he would whisper in your ear. He was eager to see you and you saw that as proof that this night was your chance to do it and tell him how you really feel. 

It was a beautiful night, the moon was so full and beautiful, the moon beams made the lights within the dormitory feel so insignificant in comparison. The chilling air brushed your skin, and whilst it gave you goosebumps it was a drastic relief from the stuffy air inside. You stared out, your eyes darting from the people below, then to the miles of sand that extended beyond the property. You were so hypnotized by the sight of sand swirling and people that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone. 

“Hey,” you heard from behind, you knew exactly who it was. Your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice and you felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness once your eyes turned to meet him. To say he looked amazing was an understatement, his bright caramel eyes pierced yours as sauntered. His tie was untied and his dress shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and collarbone to you. 

“Hey, it’s uh, been a while since I’ve seen you,” you replied, trying to stay cool at the sight of him despite your heart contradicting your wishes

He hummed in agreement as he eased on the gate of the balcony beside you, “Yeah, I’ve just been hella busy. What about you though?”

You chuckled, “Yeah I’ve been swamped with stuff, like saving the whole school from the S.T.Y.X invasion stuff and just working.” 

He barely even reacted to the info you were telling him, but his gaze remained on you almost like you were a prey animal. And to your dismay you failed to notice and were looking at him quite the opposite. Yes he wasn’t a guy of many words but you actually really liked him, he was just a good listener, this wasn’t just for a potential booty call, this was about wanting something more. 

You disrupted his lustful gaze with a question, “Hey…I was wondering if maybe you would like to get food or coffee sometime? Texting is great and all but I think it would be nice to just hang out with you.” 

And it was like a damn lightswitch the beastman’s mood changed, “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean if you want it to be,” you said, thinking that this was going incredibly smoothly. 

He let air breathe out in a chuckle before continuing, “Listen, I genuinely don’t know what you thought this was gonna be. But I don’t do dates with flings like this, I’m kinda a…,” he snapped his fingers to remember the words, “no strings attached kinda guy, sorry.”  

How could you be a “no strings attached” kind of guy when you said you’d love to see me more often in classy outfits and that you looked stunning? Or that playing video games would be even more fun if it was in real life with you beside him? Taking every opportunity during class to sit next to me everyday? When he said that he had never felt so comfortable with anyone else? But in you couldn’t voice any of those thoughts and instead listened to what he had to say, it was as if your lips were glued stuck and you were paralyzed. 

“If you wanna fuck I’d be totally down n’ you could hit my line but other than that I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away from you and holding up a peace sign. And with that, he was out of your line of sight.

You were too stunned to cry or formulate words, and as soon as you knew you wouldn’t encounter him right outside of the opening to the balcony you began walking. Walking to where? You didn’t exactly know, you just felt your feet carrying your body around the party. You didn’t care about anything at the time and you silenced your phone and decided that you could just check it later. Feelings that if you heard any more notifications you would just snap. Within your ribcage, your heart was doing backflips whilst your stomach felt empty whilst fluttering making a concurrent, horrible mess within you. 

 And in an attempt to convince yourself that you didn’t care about what you just went through, you found yourself in the kitchen. There were only two people in the kitchen itself whilst everyone else was seated or near the tables within it. Your eyes landed on the smuggled liquid courage placed on the kitchen counter that was enticing you. So you decided to drown your sorrows and drink some to forget, and then some more.

The drink was far different from those from Earth’s, it hit like the purest of alcohol and warmed your throat but it had such a delicious taste that you ended up filling your entire cup over and over again.

And you definitely felt better than ever, yet couldn’t remember a single thing past that moment.

~~~

He never really cared for parties too much, as before Nightraven he had to attend one almost every week to mingle and socialize with others to aid his own career. But Vil knew that it was best for himself and you to go to this party to hold down the image of you two being friends. Until you spoiled the damn plan to see your new boytoy and to say that he was upset would be an understatement. 

Vil’s expression soured behind his skinny, dark shades at the thought of you with that man, he didn’t care of course what you did, but he had enough brain power to know that he wasn’t into you besides a quick fuck. And over the past couple of days of being around you, growing into acquaintances, and witty banter between you too that he could feel sorry about you falling for this situationship you found yourself in. 

Eventually enough time passed for him to grow concerned over where the hell you could be since you did say you just came to “talk” to him. And either you’re having the time of your life somewhere with this Hermes guy or you could be in big trouble. So he decided to call your phone number from your texts exchanged between each other, as he hadn’t given you a contact yet. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

And the only thing in his ear was an automated robotic voicemail, rather than you. And with a text asking you where you were at, the blonde went on to search for you. He left one of the many common rooms of Scarabia to head to the dancefloor, immediately thinking that you most likely got something to drink or wanted to socialize down there. 

‘There is no way in hell that exchange went well between them,’ Vil thought as he walked by, he let his strides be long to avoid conversations with other people. He had to know why you bailed and weren’t answering your phone, making him search through an ocean of bodies to find you.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes of him gazing through the crowd before something crashed into his back, he quickly turned around to see who pushed into him like that. And it was like the Great Seven heard his prayers for help, it was exactly who he was looking for. 

Due to being a veteran of attending parties whether they be lavish balls from a high profile actor or ragers hosted from some nepo baby milking every inch of daddy’s money, Vil immediately knew just by looking at you for a split second that you were drunk. And you abandoning the plan alongside you being drunk off your ass leaving both of you completely vulnerable to whoever was in here? Pissed wasn’t enough to describe how he felt. 

Vil took your side, his arm going around your back to hold your right upper arm to silently guide you out of this crowd to a possibly free room in the Scarabia dorm. As a dorm leader he knew that every dorm had separate spare rooms in the west wing so he could keep you there so you could sober up. 

Eventually, he quickly found one of them on the outside hallways, he knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening the door. Once opened, there sat a bed with a red, patterned blanket, oak vanity and small bathroom. And most importantly, no windows for anyone to sneak pictures of you two. You sat yourself on the bed whilst Vil paced around slightly, you on the other hand were suffering from heavy brain fog and dizziness. As Vil paced he was thinking of so many what ifs, what if someone saw you both head into this room alone? What type of narrative would that create about you? He couldn’t afford a dating scandal especially now after he had already gotten lawyers involved with some of the spiraling rumors the media ran with after the “bullying” thing-

“Are you…mad at me, Vil?” you asked in a meek voice, which is when he got a really good look at the state you were in.

That meeting definitely did not go well, the light in the room in contrast to the colorful lights on the dancefloor revealed the tear streaks on your face and the clumped lashes from crying. He readied his mouth to give some sort of retort only to be silenced, you were already going through enough and he didn’t need to pour salt in the wound. 

He sighed before answering, “A bit, but I was just…worried as to where you could have been.”

Vil allowed some silence before asking the big question, “So, I take it that your talk with him didn’t go very well.” 

“I-It didn’t, and I know you told me that he was playing me and I didn’t listen but I was just,” you allowed yourself to catch your breath amongst the tears, “I thought that…it w-was gonna work out after what he told me. No one has told me that I’m amazing or beautiful or pretty smart and I should’ve known he was just s-spitting bullshit.” 

“What he said wasn’t bullshit, but he himself was,” Vil started, untying his tie before sitting next to you on the bed, “My father used to tell me to be careful of people, as sugar and salt look the same, everyone has fallen for this type of thing and you aren’t the first or nor the last. And you also need to recognize this doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or stupid, just a bit naive.” 

“...I guess you’re right,” you replied. 

“I know I’m right, I’m right about almost everything,” Vil smirked, hanging his shades on the neck of his shirt. 

“Oh yeah right, pretty princess” you slurred before hiccuping. 

“Pretty princess? And who are you referring to?” 

“You duuuh, you gave me the nickname potato so I had to come up with something back,” you shrugged. And surprisingly instead of being upset, you got a giggle from the blonde. 

“I guess I deserved that one, pretty princess it is, potato,” Vil said, putting a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

You gave a small, light punch to his chest before telling him to shut up which ended up tickling him. It honestly felt like slow motion in this state, like your chest was bubbly and your head was on cloud nine and you had almost zero control over your body. Your mini back and forth squabble eventually resulted in your hand resting on his thigh, you laid a pointer finger on his cheek before slurring out, “You know, y-you’re pretty all the time. But you’re extra pretty when you’re happy.” 

And with that statement, you laughed so hard that you laid back on the bed which was so comfortable that you ended up passing out. But Vil on the other hand had felt a bit flustered over your compliment, it wasn’t the first time anyone has said something like that and it truly was nothing in comparison to certain thirsty posts people have made about him. But it just felt…different. 

On a separate note, Vil had finally gotten intel over what you had drank as apparently up until fifteen minutes ago was the only drink available besides soda and punch, Ambrosia’s Embrace. A magical liquor that is extremely potent, tasty, and once you get one sip your body demands (Sobering doesn’t take long) more. Because of that, it’s constantly out of stock since it “always makes a party fun”. And luckily for both him and you, one of the side effects is that it makes you forget when you’re sobered up, so once you wake up from your nap a good chunk of your dignity could be saved. 

~~~

It had been about twenty minutes since you laid to rest, and Vil, despite his eyes being trained on his phone checking social media, was still thinking about what you said. He just couldn’t tell if you were just being nice or were you flirting with him? And did you even mean it if you were under the influence, or maybe you had hallucinated your situationship instead of him? 

Eventually you stirring in your sleep resulting in you waking up and snapped Vil from his thoughts. With your eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet you began feeling around on the plush bed. Eventually your eyes met the back of someone wearing a black suit and you were horrified until Vil turned around, his lilac eyes meeting yours. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. You looked around, realizing you were in an unrecognizable bedroom and his tie was undone, his tux was off and a couple of his buttons were unbuttoned exposing his smooth chest to you. “Oh my god…did we-?” you asked, horrified and backing into the corner of the bed. 

“Absolutely not,” Vil said, shutting down the idea immediately and began fixing his clothes to look presentable. “You got completely wasted and I took you to one of Scarabia’s spare bedrooms for you to sober up. And for your information, I would never take advantage of someone under the influence.” 

You were completely stunned and then began to be disappointed and embarrassed with yourself as your memories of before you got drunk flooded your head. The confessional to Hermes and that leading you to get drunk off your ass was definitely that will replay in your brain before sleep when it decides to showcase your top 10 most embarrassing moments of all time. Out of embarrassment and not wanting to make eye contact, you turned on your phone and began inspecting just in case and turned your ringer back on, and surprisingly you had a good amount of text messages asking where you were and that they wanted to see you but none from that fox eared man from Savannaclaw.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to hear from him, but you were expecting at least something only to be disappointed once again. 

Vil took pity in your expression however and kneeled down silently, putting your shoes back on for you. 

“You don’t need to do that, Vil. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a grown up that could put on my own shoes,” you chuckled, half joking. But to say you didn’t care and weren’t unfazed by him being close to you like this would be a complete lie.

“One of the attachments on this thing came undone as it wasn’t fastened right, you could have fallen so I’m doing it for you” he said before finishing, standing up and giving you a hand. You took it and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you needed any more touch ups. 

“...My apologies if you didn’t want me to fix them, I’m a bit of a perfectionist,” Vil said, his back facing you before he held open the door for you. 

You slithered past him to stand outside the door to look at him, “Woah, Vil Schoenheit apologizing? Is this an alternate reality?”

“Don’t get used to it potato,” he replied before following after you but not before closing the door. 

The cool breeze of the outside immediately bit at you both, but at the same time was soothing in contrast to the semi stuffy spare room. Your feet both clicked on the pavement until a new sound chirped from both of your phones, making you look at each other with wide, knowing eyes. Scared yet eager you checked the message, it was a new five digit number ‘90234’ but you already knew who it was and you immediately felt sick. 

‘This just in, Ruggie Bucchi is so poor he digs through all sorts of trash! His favorite being Scarabia’s and Pomefiore’s but one of his primary targets is his own head dorm leader and right hand man, the royal Leona Kingscholar. And word on the street is that the sneaky hyena has been stealing from Leona for months but also stole the Great Lion’s Mane statue which is an heirloom to the Kingscholar family and was planning to pawn it! But hey, what are friends for right? See the voicenotes below to listen to what he has to say and some pictures of him using his grubby little hands doing what he does best -The Catacombs’

And although you felt guilty for this, the sight of the text message not being about you and Vil was the slightest bit relieving and you could see it in his eyes that he felt the same. But was it true that Ruggie would do something like this? It had to be a misunderstanding, right?

Before you could open your mouth to ask Vil, you were cut off by a loud “What?!” The exclamation sounded like a lion’s growl mixed with english, it could be heard and felt for miles with the vibrations reverberating your feet and chest. You both ran from the outside hallways of Scarabia to the inside, bearing witness to the situation on the dancefloor from upstairs. And whilst you wanted to intervene between the two, Vil grabbed your arm and shook his head. He knew better than you that if you went into the crossfire between the two, it would just make it worse.The dance floor made a large circle to give room for what was about to go down between the two beastman, with some having their cameras ready or just fixated in the moment. 

“You motherfucker I’m going to kill you!” Leona growled, attempting to lift the numerous arms of other Savannaclaw members holding the beastman back from tearing Ruggie in two. 

“Leona, listen to me I swear on my family, the Great Seven and my own life that I didn’t do anything to that-” Ruggie pleaded loudly as tears began welling in his eyes. 

But unfortunately for Ruggie, Leona was far too strong in this moment for anyone to restrain him, eventually being able to clear all of the arms of the members of his dormitory, including Jack. Despite the white haired boy urging him to step away, his pleas landed on deaf ears. His claws tore into Ruggie’s shirt, ripping it and drawing light hints of blood and lifting the hyena beastman off the ground and making his forehead meet his own.

“You steal from me…but when you touched that damn statue, you have stolen from my family, from my father. You’ll steal from a dead man, you pathetic piece of shit?” the lion beastman spat at him venomously, his emerald eyes illuminating and his pupils shrank as he stared into Ruggie.

The dirty blonde struggled against Leona hold, his hands gripping into his arms that made him dangle off the floor before barking out, “You’ll believe a damn text message and some pictures before you believe me?! And I’ve stolen from you but not that fucking statue, you know as that I know how much it means to you!”

 It was apparent that Leona was losing his mind after he chuckled and shook his head before his face contorted into an angry expression. 

“Playing me for a fool and using me for months, you’re lucky I don’t turn you into grains of sand right where you stand. I hope you know you’re just like the damn trash you collect,” he said before throwing Ruggie to the ground, “get the hell out of my sight you fucking worthless mongrel.”

Ruggie grabbed his jacket before running out the front door, the sea of people making clearance for him. Multiple people were tempted to go after him to possibly talk to him, but were afraid of the wrath of Kingscholar.

And despite your plan being executed well after posting one another on social media like the “besties you are” and not being the target for tonight, it seems that the Catacombs were determined to take down multiple people and not just you both.

~~~

Coming up on Part 3

“It’s either we find out the culprit or I’m banished from the Afterglow for however long he wants and kicked out of school.”

“This is going to ruin our business, what are we going to do?!”

“The location of the messages…it leads back to…”

~~~

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A/N: Hey everyone, again really I'm sorry for the late update I've just been caught up with school and my personal life but I'm so happy to post this as its been sitting unfinished for a while. I love yall so much and thank you for reading and supporting Rumors :D💞💞

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Just reblogging to remind yall that pt2 is out now!!

is “rumors” with vil discontinued?

Hey yall I just wanted to make a public notice, I'm sorry for being gone for so long school and track has been kicking my ass and I haven't had much time to update on this blog :(

But this does not mean I'm no longer writing and until further notice all of my series are continuing my pookies :D💞

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Rumors Pt. 2

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Eventually joining sides to take down and figure out who is behind 'The Catacombs' it seems that this blog has its sights set on other victims besides you both.

Warnings: slightly toxic relationship (not Vil!), talk of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 8.4K

Part 1 Here!

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There sat the four of you.

Whilst your phone's notifications were ringing the air, all different tones and chimes, but no matter how they worded or intended it they all wanted the same thing. 

Answers.

Who was right? Who was in the wrong? Is any of this true?

You eventually all silenced your devices as the pinging was intruding your thoughts alongside being extremely irritating. All was quiet and awkward as each of you could barely focus nor formulate a plan as to how you could even begin to find out who this was or what to do. 

The rumor was already dangerous, with news outlets and social media beginning to run with the narrative that Vil was this absolute villain like the ones he played on the big screens, a sociopath who abused his power of being a star. And they were also eager to get your perspective, your side of the alleged abuse and the torment you faced at the hands of this beloved celebrity. Before you both could catch your breath, these speculations about the two of you, whether on your side or not, were spreading like wildfire. 

The photos were so incriminating with one of Vil pointing his finger at you whilst you stood there with an exasperated expression. It was the perfect picture for the narrative they were trying to paint and it was all done on the exact same day of Vil acting like a bit of an asshole. Therefore, anyone could have overheard and given an account of Vil’s “bullying”.

One of the main things that was so unsettling was that this ‘Catacombs’ person was so close to you, yet you had no idea who they were or where to even begin with trying to seek out the culprit of this.

Vil’s expression was unreadable as he scrolled on his phone, and to a blind eye it seemed as though he was nonchalant and uncaring, his eyes told a different story. Illuminated and hypnotized by the media coming out regarding the situation and wanting to know the public consensus of the scandal.

Eventually, the dorm leader was forced to put the phone down by Rook, the huntsman’s manicured hand lightly gripping his and placing the device on the coffee table before telling Vil that those people online “don’t know what they’re talking about at all”. Truthfully speaking, Rook had his lines ready like clockwork as this occurrence wasn’t anything new, and whenever something like this happened, it was more important to get Vil to put the phone down rather than what you say. 

However, it was undeniable that this was one of the worst cases of a hate train on Vil that Rook in his time of being his friend. As despite usually being thick skinned on the surface, Vil could not even pretend that he was okay. And it was obvious by the actor being rendered speechless and the features on his face hollowed out and he stared into space.

Whilst Rook was speaking to Vil in an attempt to soothe him, Epel turned to you on the couch cushion beside him and held your hand, “I promise Rook and I will be here if you need us. When we find out who this devil is I’ll be sure to give 'em’ a piece of my mind I swear, Y/N!” His declaration, although fierce and serious, made you crack a small smile. You couldn’t help it, it was just a bit funny to see your friend so ferocious and passionate with his tiny yet mighty self.

It wasn’t too long before you had to part with the huntsman and the lilac haired boy as they needed to hold down the Pomefiore dorm as it had been in shambles following the news break of your alleged feud. 

“I will be sure to give you updates on how Pomefiore is fairing, Roi du Poisson. Please, both of you, take care of yourselves,” Rook said pointedly, giving a hug to each of you before he left alongside Epel. 

You ushered your company out the door, both you and Vil giving goodbyes and telling them to get home safe. As soon as you closed the door, Vil reverted back to his position on your arm chair, but you continued to stare outside the window watching them leave until they were out of sight. And you could blame just wanting them to be safe, but it gave you time to think as you looked at the land in front of you, and the stars occasionally. Yes, you would definitely miss them as they both provided a slight amount of comfort with having to deal with this mystery stalker and broke the ice between you and Vil. But, as you both were left alone one thing became glaringly obvious.

The stalker could absolutely be anyone, and you couldn’t afford to lend trust to anyone except yourselves.

This ‘Catacombs’ person could be watching your movements right now and looking for-

“Paranoid?” Vil spoke, breaking your train of thought alongside the harsh silence between you. 

You swallowed a bit before answering, “...Yeah.” 

He let out a sigh, putting down his phone once he remembered not to doom scroll as it would only make himself feel worse. Vil knew he always had a tendency to revert to old habits even after being told this tip by friends and management alike. “There are already articles popping up…if you’re curious” Vil trailed off, trying to get you to stop looking at the window. Which he did succeed at as you began to walk to the couch and plant yourself on it. He took a deep breath before starting his next point, “Listen… I have experience in this business which means I have a couple ideas as to how to solve this PR nightmare but they certainly aren’t foolproof,” 

You looked at him quizzically, snapping yourself out of your daze, “You have a plan already?” 

“Of course I do, who do you take me for?” He asked, a bit offended that you would believe he wasn’t at least cooking up something to save both (mainly his) of yours’ reputations.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’re ultra smart, what are you thinking?” you asked while rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued. 

“We cannot trust anyone other than each other, you are vulnerable to online scrutiny and this is a plan to sabotage us both. I know fans can be ruthless and I of all people know that the internet can be cruel. I…” He drew his breath and continued to speak, “believe that you are not the person behind this. Whatever this gossip blog is, it was meant to divide us. But we are going to do the opposite.” 

 “So, what are you saying?” imploring for him to further explain his thoughts.

“We are going to subvert expectations, even if it isn’t genuine, throwing the media and the “Catacombs” for a loop. Instead of spiraling and drawing more attention, we will create peace. You and I are going to be friends.” 

You nodded but were still hesitant, “...I see where you’re going with this, but do you genuinely believe this is going to work?” 

“This isn’t my first rodeo to know what does and doesn’t work. If we were just two friends bickering that were taken out of context, I’m not a villain and you are no victim. This situation will be deemed as nothing alongside discrediting the “Catacombs”. If we get asked by anyone about the details of the “fight”, tell them we have no clue what they’re talking about and that you’re a pretty good friend of mine,” he explained.

He stroked the top of his hat before continuing, “There’s a party in two weeks at the Scarabia dorm and I’ll take you so we can make a public appearance.” 

“I’m not exactly a party person and it would look like we’re not just-”

“Will you not be so damn stubborn? This is just for the time being and then we can go back to being out of each other's hair. Do you think I want to be stuck with you at a party?” 

“See? This is exactly why they think you’re a bull-” 

He clasped a hand over your mouth, putting a finger over his mouth as the blonde listened for something. The blondes’ eyes were steady on the window as he leaned in over the shell of your ear, speaking lowly but still frustrated, “Keep quiet, we aren’t alone.” 

You were confused as to how he even knew, but he was already headed for the window, looking at the rustling of the bush directly under the pane. The plant rustled violently with great vigour, as you both waited expectantly for whatever would emerge from it.

Only for it to be a squirrel that began booking it down your yard and through the black gate. 

At least you both were on your toes.

~~

It was late in the night, and over the course of a couple days it became routine for Vil to come over. Not because you both enjoyed each others’ company but to discuss your plans forward and rehearse certain things like getting along cordially in public, especially in class. Or reposting each others’ posts on social media but to make sure you have other stuff and other peoples’ posts on your story to make it look casual. It was extremely calculated and fake yes, but you have to do what suffices to make the image you were trying to portray stick.

 But Vil decided to crash on your couch as he had an exam to study for this weekend and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch a break if he was at Pomefiore. Even though paparazzi weren't legally allowed on campus, the school newspaper and other curious, prying people would be hounding him down at the dorm. And by speaking to them or even a slight interaction would cause a trickle-down effect, where it would get back to media outlets.

 It was nice to just get some privacy and despite the disfavor you felt towards him, you were understanding as you weren’t the public figure in this situation and were far less popular than Vil. Therefore, you granted him that peace by letting him reside in your house. 

But until 8pm, which is when he was supposed to show up at Ramshackle, you stayed almost half asleep, drifting in and out on your L-shaped couch until your phone vibrated twice in a row.

Ace:P

Hey 

Can we talk? 

You:

I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls 

But what's up?

Ace:

I know you have prob seen what's going on and people are asking me for details abt this whole thing

But I gotta ask

Is the bullying that serious from Vil? Because it seems hella out of character for him

Like ik yall don’t get along but what people are saying he did is kinda insane  

You:

It’s not anything serious I swear on everything

But this stupid ass texter completely lied

Ace: 

Messenger has sent link

I feel bad because there’s already stories about Vil on the internet

This is so stupid I’m really sorry Y/N

You:

It’s fine, I just want this sorted out as fast as possible since this is ridiculous 

Plus he’s already onw to my house since everyone at his dorm keeps bothering him

Ace:

Well it seems yall don’t exactly hate each other after all ¬‿¬ 

You:

Whatever ur implying stop it, its gross 😭

Ace: 

Alright never againnnn

If u need to talk about anything else I’m here and so is Deuce

Oh and have fun with your playdate with Vil ;))

You:

I swear to god I am going to have your head I hate you I hate you

ANSWER THE PHONE YOU TROGLODYTE THIS ISNT OVER

And if it was on queue, there was rapping at the front door and you already knew who it belonged to, it was after all 8pm sharp. As you got up, you thought to yourself as to why the hell he was never 1 minute late or early it’s beyond weird, it’s like he can’t even be a normal person. 

But you opened the door and there Vil was holding his textbook and notebook while wearing casual white silk pants and a periwinkle tee shirt with the text ‘Althea’s Garden 1881’ with an illustration of plants and berry bushes.  But there was something more surprising than seeing him so casual.

 “You wear glasses? Or are those just another luxury item you wore just to flex on me like your Mersache sandals?” You asked genuinely while pointing at his attire.

“Yes, I do wear glasses for your information and these sandals were just what was convenient, L/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows. 

“Huh, I thought you would be perfect in all areas, including vision,” you said semi-sarcastically before stepping aside to let him inside.

And if your vision had mistaken you, you caught a light pink blush on his cheeks before he spoke back to you. 

‘Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see?’ 

Wait, what the hell were you even thinking to yourself? Vil of all people, I mean sure he was an objectively good-looking guy, but you know you both were as compatible as water is to fire. You shook your head before heading toward your kitchen as he set himself up on your living room table.

And you brushed it off as just a random thought and you were definitely just seeing things. 

~~

You were counting down the days til Scarabia’s party and until then it all felt so violating to have people who you never knew try to peer into your business. The whole situation made you almost into a semi-celebrity on campus for the wrong reason. People were passing notes, whispering when you came and went, and straight up asking you why you hadn’t spoken up over Vil “tormenting” you.

“So is this whole princely thing a persona?”

“Is he as mean as he looks?”

“Did you lowkey like it? Hey listen, I know bullying is bad but look at the guy.”

And seriously, you deserved better than being questioned from post-its written in Crayon. You're in college for crying out loud who even uses crayons? 

You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for Vil, it was exhausting enough even for you. But you both held it down leading up to the special date and keeping up appearances, with side by side, friendly interactions. Even “hanging out” casually during lunch and in between classes, was absolutely genius and flip-flopped everyone’s opinion about the gossip, deeming it to be completely unreliable and made up. 

And then like Vil expected, the trickle down effect began with online sources publishing these photos, which was the final blow to swaying the public opinion. And as you scrolled under the topic of Vil on social media there truly wasn’t anyone believing that he did any wrong doing. 

User 51670945: Turns out this whole thing is just fake as hell wtf 

MareM0bbb: They’re legit friends and yall made up these fake rumors abt my baby daddy Vil for no reason…

Flygyallll: I TOLD YALL THAT THESE RUMORS WAS FAKE ASF

User 23094549: As much as I wanna be a hater on him…truth is truth it is what it is lmao

K1wifruit: Huh he always kinda gave mean but I guess this stuff isn’t true at all

Vil continued to research the progression of the situation on his own pristine silver laptop at your house. He clicked the keys, typing on the search bars of Witter, Magicam and other places of the net to give proper analysis of the fruits of both of yours’ labor. 

“So, what did you come here to tell me anyways?” you asked, leaning over his shoulder to check the screen. 

“I came to tell you that everyone is scrutinizing the source that provided the info of our ‘fight’. I haven’t been checking up on this so it’s good to see it’s falling in our favor,” Vil reported his sharp, lilac eyes scouring the screen. 

“Wait, you aren’t checking up on this stuff?” You asked shocked. You couldn’t even sleep and the Wizoogle search bar has been a victim of being constantly used from you checking up on what people have to say about this whole situation. 

“Of course not, you’ll just give yourself a headache if you keep obsessively checking. A part of solving problems is patience,” he replied as if it was common sense despite him obsessing over it a week ago. His eyes finally left the screen and on to you, you couldn’t exactly tell but it seemed like the blonde’s gaze softened.

 “It seems like you have not rested since this whole thing happened. The blue light of screens is really showing up on your face, you know” Vil sighed, shutting his laptop and grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to your couch.

“Yeah, because I’m not exactly experienced with the whole world dunking on me and some random person I barely know. I feel like shit and I think I only slept like 5 hours yesterday,” You groaned into your knees, finally lifting up your head to face Vil who was ready to scold you but you genuinely weren’t in the mood. How could you sleep when that slanderer was just out there running amok? 

“So, what’s the plan now?” you asked, eager to hear what’s next Which caused him to let out a sigh as he looked over at you.

“Rest, you need it.” 

“Vil, I’m being serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. I will not tell you the next part of our plan until you get under that blanket, do you understand me?” 

And while you were pissed that he scolded you like a child, begrudgingly you put your head on one of the plush pillows gifted by Kalim and covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes widened at him and bowed your head gesturing to Vil to continue talking and carry out his part of the bargain. 

He hopped into the love seat across from you before speaking, “Now, we are in a secure spot and people think we are friends but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still in deep water. The “Catacombs” could be at this party we wouldn’t even know about it, therefore I’m laying down some ground rules. No arguing, we get along a bit for appearances, and then we can split and never talk again,” Vil said, standing up and pacing as he spoke. 

“Ah, and one last thing; don’t do anything stupid,” he finished, pointing a gloved hand at you. 

“Thanks for having a lot of faith in me, Vil. I hope you do the same,” you huffed, far too comfortable at that point to argue back aggressively. And in the blink of an eye, you went from bickering to already being fast asleep.

~~~

It was the biggest night yet not just for you and Vil but for the entirety of Night Raven, with Kalim promising that it would be the “party of the century” and that “you absolutely had to come”. 

You spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready as let’s just say, you’ve been on a dry spell for god knows how long. Of course this party was for appearances, following Vil’s plan but… to say you have been lonely would be an understatement and this party was the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know someone outside of class. As you stared in the mirror and went to apply a final spray of your favorite perfume, your phone vibrated a text from not Vil but someone who you have been waiting for for hours.

Hermes:

Lmao, that’s crazy

Was wondering if ur heading to Scarabia’s rager or nah?

Yes, he did leave you on delivered for eons but you genuinely really liked this guy and wanted to make it work. And just as you were about to answer, another message popped up from your favorite person ever. 

Vil:

Are you ready? 

Waiting outside for you

You:

I’ll be out in a sec u can just come through the front it’s unlocked :P

Vil:

You know you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked

Something could have happened to you 

You:

Yeah but it’s not is it?

Plus I got you, a hella strong wizard as my bodyguard

Vil:

I’m not your bodyguard.

And you need to be better about being less careless

As he sent that last text he opened the door, ensuring he locked it behind himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were kind of filled with excitement for this party. You made the last finishing touches, you stepped back from your vintage vanity that Crowley bought you as a gift from a probably shady garage sale. Your eyes traced yourself up and down and even you knew that you looked amazing- 

“Are you ready yet or not?!” you heard from downstairs. The hypocrisy from the queen of getting ready is insane but you speed up putting on your shoes and getting downstairs to Vil. 

Before you could get a good look at him you began to scold him as you descended down the creaky wooden steps, “I don’t know why you were rushing me you came like, 2 minutes ago?” 

“Actually it was more like 15 minutes ago, like always your eyes were not on the clock at all,” he replied, turning around to face you fully.

“W-”

But before you could speak, your eyes met his face. And although you couldn't see his eyes due to his slim sunglasses, this look, no himself and his clothes were absolutely stunning. One thing about Vil that even you could admit to yourself is that you can call him a bit cold, calculated, or blunt, but never ugly. And it was oh so apparent tonight.

 He wore looser fitting dress pants with a slim tux outlining his silhouette of his shoulders, his tie was a beautiful, eye-catching lavender and his jewelry adorning his hands and ears was silver with diamond highlights. He looked runway ready. The flawless, handsome and untouchable image of Vil Schoenheit that people look up to, not the annoying guy that is your number one hater.

The blonde took off his slim, blacked out shades to look at you and he hummed and put the glasses back on, which left you confused. 

“What?”

“Your outfit isn’t…terrible,” he remarked looking at you up and down.

“Wow thanks, I don’t know if you know but not everyone can dress head to toe in designer,” you replied sarcastically. 

“And this is what I get for being nice to you,” the blonde sighed, heading over to the front door of your abode. 

“That was not nice, you were being shady as hell,” you pointed out while rolling your eyes. 

“Me? Shady? Never,” Vil said, a smirk reaching his lips as he pressed a hand on the small of your back, giving a light push,  “C’mon, spud.” 

“...I know you did not just call me a fucking potato right now.” 

~~~

The walk to Scarabia surprisingly wasn’t too long and strenuous especially because it seems like Vil and you were doing better? It sounded strange and completely unnatural but you had a couple of good moments between one another on the way there. 

“Just curious, but how can you brush off the hate all the time?” you asked while walking on the stone pavement away from your house.

“Good question, I see online hate as being unreal.  Everyone is just looking to say something but in person it can be a bit difficult… Especially the situation we’re in now,” he finished but he started to pick it back up after some silence. “I see NightRaven as a place where I’m a bit farther from the spotlight and instead of focusing on my career I’m a student not an actor. Not everything is about my next role or the execution of this scene, this is kind of like a break. And I want people to know that I would never hurt someone like that, and now people at this school think I’m some damn monster.” 

You tried to figure out what to say, you expected some curt answer especially from Vil and not a whole dissertation on his life. Granted you did know more than you lead on about his past and how he feels about acting but still, it caught you off guard. 

“Well…” you started off and immediately he looked at you dead on, “I think that people know you’re a good guy, us going to the party and getting our mingle on together and will prove that there is nothing crazy going on, you're not some mean weirdo.”

He surprisingly started to giggle at your reply, “Getting our mingle on? Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am, you never know who will make an appearance, man! Hey, maybe Kalim has a secret, hot cousin that’s also a gazillionaire like him?” 

And to your shock, your jokes were making him smile, “Hmm, I see you only date within your tax bracket?” 

“Just when I thought you stopped being shady.”

“What?” Vil fake questioned, placing a hand on his chest, “So you’re saying L/N is that you’re not a gazillionaire? Would have never guessed.” 

And before you knew it with a couple more rounds of bickering, you already were in front of the portal to teleport you to the Scarabia dorm.

~~~

Kalim did not lie when he said that this would be the “party of the century” since as soon as you stepped through the portal you could already hear the music and cheering from all corners of the Scarabia dorm. It seemed like there were two sections of where this party, both on the red velvet lined floor and polished stone outside and inside. And both sections were going absolutely wild with excitement.

Following the white haired boys’ orders over text, you both headed to the main doors of the dorm where they were wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. There was a tremendous amount of people upon every inch inside, the music was bumping so loud but you could still hear the excited yells of people inside, and with strobe lights in every corner it gave color to the  dance floor.

You texted Kalim that you were both here only to see a…double text from Hermes! 

Hermes:

Hey

Where you at can’t find you lol

You turned to Vil and began freaking out, during your walk you decided to tell him about your little situationship as you had been thinking about it all day and after all he spilled his guts about his own personal life. You and him at the same party sets the perfect mood for the story you’re going to tell your friends as to how you both became official and introducing him!

Only for Vil to go in with a hammer and crush your dreams once you let him read your texts from the 7 months of talking between each other. 

“He’s not interested in you,” the blonde said, flipping through your phone.

“You’re crazy! Just look at this then,” you replied, taking your phone back searching to find the multiple texts of him flirting with you and hinting at being in a relationship with you. 

You placed your proof right in front of his face and he smiled and shook his head, “You have no idea how guys are, potato.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo Vil, I know the signs and I know how ‘guys are’” you said, quoting the air.

“Let me tell you something, yes he thinks you’re cute but he’s not genuinely into you. He’s making these promises to draw you in,” he replied, his face continuing to look at the path in front of him. 

 “Well he’s fine as hell and it’s just a fun little thing I’m trying Mr. I Have No Faith.”

“I gotta go, he’s looking for me!”

The actor grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear, stopping you from running away, “Oh no you don’t, we had a deal to stick together during this thing for a minute and then we can split.” 

You spoke low like him so people didn’t overhear your plan, “I’ll come back later I swear, Hermes is asking for me right now and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Plus people have already seen us come together,” and so you slipped away easily into the crowd texting back the apple of your eye lightning fast. 

You:

I’ll be on the main balcony u can’t miss it lol

Perfect, nonchalant enough so that he doesn’t think you’re desperate but show you care just enough to see him. 

Hermes was a basketball player attending Night Raven, belonging to the Savannaclaw dorm. He was probably one of the most good looking guys that you knew, his dark brown locks with highlights, gorgeous tan skin and blonde fox ears crowned the top of his head. You both met at one of his basketball games and as you were talking to Jamil, Floyd and Ace he pulled you aside and asked for your number!

Yes, your friends grimaced at the sight and told you not to entertain it because he’s “not a good guy” but what’s the harm in a bit of fun? 

But you got attached. 

And he wasn’t at all, but you thought you could maybe make him feel the same about you. And honestly you thought it was working with the promises and flirting he would whisper in your ear. He was eager to see you and you saw that as proof that this night was your chance to do it and tell him how you really feel. 

It was a beautiful night, the moon was so full and beautiful, the moon beams made the lights within the dormitory feel so insignificant in comparison. The chilling air brushed your skin, and whilst it gave you goosebumps it was a drastic relief from the stuffy air inside. You stared out, your eyes darting from the people below, then to the miles of sand that extended beyond the property. You were so hypnotized by the sight of sand swirling and people that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone. 

“Hey,” you heard from behind, you knew exactly who it was. Your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice and you felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness once your eyes turned to meet him. To say he looked amazing was an understatement, his bright caramel eyes pierced yours as sauntered. His tie was untied and his dress shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and collarbone to you. 

“Hey, it’s uh, been a while since I’ve seen you,” you replied, trying to stay cool at the sight of him despite your heart contradicting your wishes

He hummed in agreement as he eased on the gate of the balcony beside you, “Yeah, I’ve just been hella busy. What about you though?”

You chuckled, “Yeah I’ve been swamped with stuff, like saving the whole school from the S.T.Y.X invasion stuff and just working.” 

He barely even reacted to the info you were telling him, but his gaze remained on you almost like you were a prey animal. And to your dismay you failed to notice and were looking at him quite the opposite. Yes he wasn’t a guy of many words but you actually really liked him, he was just a good listener, this wasn’t just for a potential booty call, this was about wanting something more. 

You disrupted his lustful gaze with a question, “Hey…I was wondering if maybe you would like to get food or coffee sometime? Texting is great and all but I think it would be nice to just hang out with you.” 

And it was like a damn lightswitch the beastman’s mood changed, “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean if you want it to be,” you said, thinking that this was going incredibly smoothly. 

He let air breathe out in a chuckle before continuing, “Listen, I genuinely don’t know what you thought this was gonna be. But I don’t do dates with flings like this, I’m kinda a…,” he snapped his fingers to remember the words, “no strings attached kinda guy, sorry.”  

How could you be a “no strings attached” kind of guy when you said you’d love to see me more often in classy outfits and that you looked stunning? Or that playing video games would be even more fun if it was in real life with you beside him? Taking every opportunity during class to sit next to me everyday? When he said that he had never felt so comfortable with anyone else? But in you couldn’t voice any of those thoughts and instead listened to what he had to say, it was as if your lips were glued stuck and you were paralyzed. 

“If you wanna fuck I’d be totally down n’ you could hit my line but other than that I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away from you and holding up a peace sign. And with that, he was out of your line of sight.

You were too stunned to cry or formulate words, and as soon as you knew you wouldn’t encounter him right outside of the opening to the balcony you began walking. Walking to where? You didn’t exactly know, you just felt your feet carrying your body around the party. You didn’t care about anything at the time and you silenced your phone and decided that you could just check it later. Feelings that if you heard any more notifications you would just snap. Within your ribcage, your heart was doing backflips whilst your stomach felt empty whilst fluttering making a concurrent, horrible mess within you. 

 And in an attempt to convince yourself that you didn’t care about what you just went through, you found yourself in the kitchen. There were only two people in the kitchen itself whilst everyone else was seated or near the tables within it. Your eyes landed on the smuggled liquid courage placed on the kitchen counter that was enticing you. So you decided to drown your sorrows and drink some to forget, and then some more.

The drink was far different from those from Earth’s, it hit like the purest of alcohol and warmed your throat but it had such a delicious taste that you ended up filling your entire cup over and over again.

And you definitely felt better than ever, yet couldn’t remember a single thing past that moment.

~~~

He never really cared for parties too much, as before Nightraven he had to attend one almost every week to mingle and socialize with others to aid his own career. But Vil knew that it was best for himself and you to go to this party to hold down the image of you two being friends. Until you spoiled the damn plan to see your new boytoy and to say that he was upset would be an understatement. 

Vil’s expression soured behind his skinny, dark shades at the thought of you with that man, he didn’t care of course what you did, but he had enough brain power to know that he wasn’t into you besides a quick fuck. And over the past couple of days of being around you, growing into acquaintances, and witty banter between you too that he could feel sorry about you falling for this situationship you found yourself in. 

Eventually enough time passed for him to grow concerned over where the hell you could be since you did say you just came to “talk” to him. And either you’re having the time of your life somewhere with this Hermes guy or you could be in big trouble. So he decided to call your phone number from your texts exchanged between each other, as he hadn’t given you a contact yet. 

Ring.

Ring.

Ring.

And the only thing in his ear was an automated robotic voicemail, rather than you. And with a text asking you where you were at, the blonde went on to search for you. He left one of the many common rooms of Scarabia to head to the dancefloor, immediately thinking that you most likely got something to drink or wanted to socialize down there. 

‘There is no way in hell that exchange went well between them,’ Vil thought as he walked by, he let his strides be long to avoid conversations with other people. He had to know why you bailed and weren’t answering your phone, making him search through an ocean of bodies to find you.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes of him gazing through the crowd before something crashed into his back, he quickly turned around to see who pushed into him like that. And it was like the Great Seven heard his prayers for help, it was exactly who he was looking for. 

Due to being a veteran of attending parties whether they be lavish balls from a high profile actor or ragers hosted from some nepo baby milking every inch of daddy’s money, Vil immediately knew just by looking at you for a split second that you were drunk. And you abandoning the plan alongside you being drunk off your ass leaving both of you completely vulnerable to whoever was in here? Pissed wasn’t enough to describe how he felt. 

Vil took your side, his arm going around your back to hold your right upper arm to silently guide you out of this crowd to a possibly free room in the Scarabia dorm. As a dorm leader he knew that every dorm had separate spare rooms in the west wing so he could keep you there so you could sober up. 

Eventually, he quickly found one of them on the outside hallways, he knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening the door. Once opened, there sat a bed with a red, patterned blanket, oak vanity and small bathroom. And most importantly, no windows for anyone to sneak pictures of you two. You sat yourself on the bed whilst Vil paced around slightly, you on the other hand were suffering from heavy brain fog and dizziness.

As Vil paced he was thinking of so many what ifs, what if someone saw you both head into this room alone? What type of narrative would that create about you? He couldn’t afford a dating scandal especially now after he had already gotten lawyers involved with some of the spiraling rumors the media ran with after the “bullying” thing-

“Are you…mad at me, Vil?” you asked in a meek voice, which is when he got a really good look at the state you were in.

That meeting definitely did not go well, the light in the room in contrast to the colorful lights on the dancefloor revealed the tear streaks on your face and the clumped lashes from crying. He readied his mouth to give some sort of retort only to be silenced, you were already going through enough and he didn’t need to pour salt in the wound. 

He sighed before answering, “A bit, but I was just…worried as to where you could have been.”

Vil allowed some silence before asking the big question, “So, I take it that your talk with him didn’t go very well.” 

“I-It didn’t, and I know you told me that he was playing me and I didn’t listen but I was just,” you allowed yourself to catch your breath amongst the tears, “I thought that…it w-was gonna work out after what he told me. No one has told me that I’m amazing or beautiful or pretty smart and I should’ve known he was just s-spitting bullshit.” 

“What he said wasn’t bullshit, but he himself was,” Vil started, untying his tie before sitting next to you on the bed, “My father used to tell me to be careful of people, as sugar and salt look the same, everyone has fallen for this type of thing and you aren’t the first or nor the last. And you also need to recognize this doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or stupid, just a bit naive.” 

“...I guess you’re right,” you replied. 

“I know I’m right, I’m right about almost everything,” Vil smirked, hanging his shades on the neck of his shirt. 

“Oh yeah right, pretty princess” you slurred before hiccuping. 

“Pretty princess? And who are you referring to?” 

“You duuuh, you gave me the nickname potato so I had to come up with something back,” you shrugged. And surprisingly instead of being upset, you got a giggle from the blonde. 

“I guess I deserved that one, pretty princess it is, potato,” Vil said, putting a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

You gave a small, light punch to his chest before telling him to shut up which ended up tickling him. It honestly felt like slow motion in this state, like your chest was bubbly and your head was on cloud nine and you had almost zero control over your body. Your mini back and forth squabble eventually resulted in your hand resting on his thigh, you laid a pointer finger on his cheek before slurring out, “You know, y-you’re pretty all the time. But you’re extra pretty when you’re happy.” 

And with that statement, you laughed so hard that you laid back on the bed which was so comfortable that you ended up passing out. But Vil on the other hand had felt a bit flustered over your compliment, it wasn’t the first time anyone has said something like that and it truly was nothing in comparison to certain thirsty posts people have made about him. But it just felt…different. 

On a separate note, Vil had finally gotten intel over what you had drank as apparently up until fifteen minutes ago was the only drink available besides soda and punch, Ambrosia’s Embrace. A magical liquor that is extremely potent, tasty, and once you get one sip your body demands (Sobering doesn’t take long) more. Because of that, it’s constantly out of stock since it “always makes a party fun”. And luckily for both him and you, one of the side effects is that it makes you forget when you’re sobered up, so once you wake up from your nap a good chunk of your dignity could be saved. 

~~~

It had been about twenty minutes since you laid to rest, and Vil, despite his eyes being trained on his phone checking social media, was still thinking about what you said. He just couldn’t tell if you were just being nice or were you flirting with him? And did you even mean it if you were under the influence, or maybe you had hallucinated your situationship instead of him? 

Eventually you stirring in your sleep resulting in you waking up and snapped Vil from his thoughts. With your eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet you began feeling around on the plush bed. Eventually your eyes met the back of someone wearing a black suit and you were horrified until Vil turned around, his lilac eyes meeting yours. 

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. You looked around, realizing you were in an unrecognizable bedroom and his tie was undone, his tux was off and a couple of his buttons were unbuttoned exposing his smooth chest to you.

“Oh my god…did we-?” you asked, horrified and backing into the corner of the bed. 

“Absolutely not,” Vil said, shutting down the idea immediately and began fixing his clothes to look presentable. “You got completely wasted and I took you to one of Scarabia’s spare bedrooms for you to sober up. And for your information, I would never take advantage of someone under the influence.” 

You were completely stunned and then began to be disappointed and embarrassed with yourself as your memories of before you got drunk flooded your head. The confessional to Hermes and that leading you to get drunk off your ass was definitely that will replay in your brain before sleep when it decides to showcase your top 10 most embarrassing moments of all time. Out of embarrassment and not wanting to make eye contact, you turned on your phone and began inspecting just in case and turned your ringer back on, and surprisingly you had a good amount of text messages asking where you were and that they wanted to see you but none from that fox eared man from Savannaclaw.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to hear from him, but you were expecting at least something only to be disappointed once again. 

Vil took pity in your expression however and kneeled down silently, putting your shoes back on for you. 

“You don’t need to do that, Vil. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a grown up that could put on my own shoes,” you chuckled, half joking. But to say you didn’t care and weren’t unfazed by him being close to you like this would be a complete lie.

“One of the attachments on this thing came undone as it wasn’t fastened right, you could have fallen so I’m doing it for you” he said before finishing, standing up and giving you a hand. You took it and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you needed any more touch ups. 

“...My apologies if you didn’t want me to fix them, I’m a bit of a perfectionist,” Vil said, his back facing you before he held open the door for you. 

You slithered past him to stand outside the door to look at him, “Woah, Vil Schoenheit apologizing? Is this an alternate reality?”

“Don’t get used to it potato,” he replied before following after you but not before closing the door. 

The cool breeze of the outside immediately bit at you both, but at the same time was soothing in contrast to the semi stuffy spare room. Your feet both clicked on the pavement until a new sound chirped from both of your phones, making you look at each other with wide, knowing eyes. Scared yet eager you checked the message, it was a new five digit number ‘90234’ but you already knew who it was and you immediately felt sick. 

‘This just in, Ruggie Bucchi is so poor he digs through all sorts of trash! His favorite being Scarabia’s and Pomefiore’s but one of his primary targets is his own head dorm leader and right hand man, the royal Leona Kingscholar. And word on the street is that the sneaky hyena has been stealing from Leona for months but also stole the Great Lion’s Mane statue which is an heirloom to the Kingscholar family and was planning to pawn it! But hey, what are friends for right? See the voicenotes below to listen to what he has to say and some pictures of him using his grubby little hands doing what he does best -The Catacombs’

And although you felt guilty for this, the sight of the text message not being about you and Vil was the slightest bit relieving and you could see it in his eyes that he felt the same. But was it true that Ruggie would do something like this? It had to be a misunderstanding, right?

Before you could open your mouth to ask Vil, you were cut off by a loud “What?!” The exclamation sounded like a lion’s growl mixed with english, it could be heard and felt for miles with the vibrations reverberating your feet and chest. You both ran from the outside hallways of Scarabia to the inside, bearing witness to the situation on the dancefloor from upstairs. And whilst you wanted to intervene between the two, Vil grabbed your arm and shook his head. He knew better than you that if you went into the crossfire between the two, it would just make it worse.The dance floor made a large circle to give room for what was about to go down between the two beastman, with some having their cameras ready or just fixated in the moment. 

“You motherfucker I’m going to kill you!” Leona growled, attempting to lift the numerous arms of other Savannaclaw members holding the beastman back from tearing Ruggie in two. 

“Leona, listen to me I swear on my family, the Great Seven and my own life that I didn’t do anything to that-” Ruggie pleaded loudly as tears began welling in his eyes. 

But unfortunately for Ruggie, Leona was far too strong in this moment for anyone to restrain him, eventually being able to clear all of the arms of the members of his dormitory, including Jack. Despite the white haired boy urging him to step away, his pleas landed on deaf ears. His claws tore into Ruggie’s shirt, ripping it and drawing light hints of blood and lifting the hyena beastman off the ground and making his forehead meet his own.

“You steal from me…but when you touched that damn statue, you have stolen from my family, from my father. You’ll steal from a dead man, you pathetic piece of shit?” the lion beastman spat at him venomously, his emerald eyes illuminating and his pupils shrank as he stared into Ruggie.

The dirty blonde struggled against Leona hold, his hands gripping into his arms that made him dangle off the floor before barking out, “You’ll believe a damn text message and some pictures before you believe me?! And I’ve stolen from you but not that fucking statue, you know as that I know how much it means to you!”

 It was apparent that Leona was losing his mind after he chuckled and shook his head before his face contorted into an angry expression. 

“Playing me for a fool and using me for months, you’re lucky I don’t turn you into grains of sand right where you stand. I hope you know you’re just like the damn trash you collect,” he said before throwing Ruggie to the ground, “get the hell out of my sight you fucking worthless mongrel.”

Ruggie grabbed his jacket before running out the front door, the sea of people making clearance for him. Multiple people were tempted to go after him to possibly talk to him, but were afraid of the wrath of Kingscholar.

And despite your plan being executed well after posting one another on social media like the “besties you are” and not being the target for tonight, it seems that the Catacombs were determined to take down multiple people and not just you both.

~~~

Coming up on Part 3

“It’s either we find out the culprit or I’m banished from the Afterglow for however long he wants and kicked out of school.”

“This is going to ruin our business, what are we going to do?!”

“The location of the messages…it leads back to…”

Part 1...

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A/N: Hey everyone, again really I'm sorry for the late update I've just been caught up with school and my personal life but I'm so happy to post this as its been sitting unfinished for a while. I love yall so much and thank you for reading and supporting Rumors :D💞💞

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is “rumors” with vil discontinued?

Hey yall I just wanted to make a public notice, I'm sorry for being gone for so long school and track has been kicking my ass and I haven't had much time to update on this blog :(

But this does not mean I'm no longer writing and until further notice all of my series are continuing my pookies :D💞

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