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🎀 Torn between two loves 🎀

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You stood on the bustling set of the latest film starring Neige LeBlanche, your boyfriend. The air buzzed with excitement as the crew scurried about, setting up for the next scene. Neige, with his usual radiant smile, was chatting with the director. His presence was like a warm hug to everyone around, including you.

But today, your eyes weren't on Neige. Instead, they were drawn to Vil Schoenheit,who played the antagonist. He stood across the set, commanding attention even in his stillness. His beauty was otherworldly, a contrast to Neige's innocent charm.

You had always admired Vil from afar, but being on set with him was a different experience altogether. The allure was magnetic, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being pulled toward him.

As if sensing your gaze, Vil turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours. A shiver ran down your spine. He arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and before you knew it, your feet were moving towards him.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth, like silk.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. "Yes. Vil, it's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, his lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. "I've seen you around with Neige. How are you enjoying the set?"

"It's amazing," you said, trying to steady your voice. "Everyone is so talented. Including you, of course."

Vil's smile widened. "Thank you. But I sense there's something on your mind. Care to share?"

You hesitated. It felt wrong to open up to him, yet there was an honesty in his gaze that made you feel safe. "It's... complicated. Neige is wonderful, but sometimes I feel lost. He has so many fans, and I can't help but feel like I'm just another face in the crowd."

Vil's eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, the burden of loving someone adored by the masses. It must be difficult to find your place."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "I want to be the only one for him, but it feels impossible. He's always so busy, so surrounded by admirers. I feel invisible."

Vil reached out, gently cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You are far from invisible, Y/N. You are unique, and anyone who can't see that is a fool."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. "How do you deal with it? All the attention?"

He let out a soft laugh. "It's part of the job. But it doesn't define me. What matters is how I see myself and the relationships I value. Perhaps Neige needs a reminder of that."

You sighed. "I don't know if he ever will. He’s so kind, but sometimes I feel like he’s kind to everyone in the same way he is to me."

Vil's gaze intensified. "Then perhaps you need to show him what he stands to lose. Remind him that you are not just another fan, but someone irreplaceable."

You felt a surge of determination. "You're right. I need to stand out, not blend in."

Vil's hand lingered on your chin for a moment longer before he let go. "Good. And if you ever need someone to remind you of your worth, you know where to find me."

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions. Gratitude, longing, and something else you couldn't quite place. "Thank you, Vil. You've helped more than you know."

He nodded, his expression softening. "Anytime, Y/N. Now, go and be the star you were meant to be."

As you walked away, your mind buzzed with possibilities. Neige might have been your first love, but Vil had ignited something within you—a strength, a desire to be seen. It was time to step out of the shadows and claim your place in the light.

And maybe, just maybe, that light would lead you back to Vil.

The next weekend, you planned a special date with Neige on Sage's Island. You hoped the peaceful surroundings would offer a rare moment of privacy for you and Neige.

You wore a dress you knew Neige loved, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you walked hand in hand through the quaint streets, the two of you were like any other couple, lost in your own world.

Neige, ever the gentleman, was attentive, pointing out interesting sights and sharing stories that made you laugh. For a while, everything felt perfect.

But perfection is fleeting.

A group of fans spotted Neige, their excited squeals breaking the piece. They swarmed around him, their adoration palpable. Neige, being his usual kind-hearted self, didn't have the heart to turn them away. He smiled, signed autographs, and posed for photos, his eyes lighting up with every fan interaction.

You stood to the side, watching as Neige's attention was pulled away from you. The sting of being overlooked crept in, a familiar ache. The fans' faces blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

Trying to stay composed, you mumbled, "Neige, I'll be right back."

But he didn't hear you. His focus was entirely on the fans. You turned away, your steps quickening as you fled the scene. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you found yourself running, not knowing where to go.

Your feet led you to the edge of the island, near a secluded path that led to Night Raven College. You stopped, leaning against a tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Y/N?"

The voice was unmistakable. You looked up to see Vil standing a few feet away, concern etched on his face. His presence was both a surprise and a comfort.

"Vil..." you whispered, your voice breaking.

He closed the distance between you in a few strides. "What happened?"

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. "It's... Neige. The fans... He gives them so much attention, and I just... I feel invisible."

Vil's expression hardened for a moment before softening again. He reached out, his hand gently brushing a tear from your cheek. "You deserve better than to feel like this, Y/N. You deserve to be cherished."

You looked into his eyes, the sincerity in his gaze breaking through your pain. "I tried to impress him, to stand out. But it feels like I'll never be enough."

Vil's hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "You are more than enough. Neige's inability to see that is his failure, not yours."

His touch was warm, grounding you. "Vil, I don't know what to do. I love him, but it hurts so much."

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes, the person we love isn't the one who can give us what we need. Sometimes, we need to find the strength to seek out our own happiness."

Your breath hitched, his words resonating deep within you. "And what if I can't find it?"

Vil's lips curled into a gentle smile. "You already have. It's in the way you stand up for yourself, the way you seek more than just surface-level affection. You deserve someone who sees you, truly sees you."

The air between you crackled with unspoken emotions. "Vil... why are you being so kind to me?"

"Because you deserve it, Y/N," he said softly. "And maybe, just maybe, because I see something special in you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, your hearts beating in sync. You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his presence.

"Thank you, Vil," you whispered. "For everything."

He nodded, his thumb continuing its soothing motion on your cheek. "Remember, you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here, whenever you need me."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. In that moment, you realized that while Neige might hold a piece of your heart, Vil was offering you something more profound—understanding, support, and a glimpse of what true affection could feel like.

As you opened your eyes and met Vil's gaze, you felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this twist of fate was leading you to something beautiful, something meant just for you.

The silence between you and Vil stretched, filled with unspoken words and emotions. You leaned into his touch, your heart beating a little faster. Just as you were about to speak, you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Y/N! There you are!" Neige's voice was filled with relief as he ran up to you. He stopped short when he saw Vil's hand on your face, his expression flickering with confusion and concern.

You quickly stepped back, wiping the remaining tears from your face. "Neige..."

Vil's hand dropped to his side, his expression turning neutral as he faced Neige. "She needed some space," Vil explained calmly.

Neige looked between the two of you, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I was worried. The fans... I didn't realize you left."

You sighed, forcing a small smile. "I just needed a moment. It's okay, Neige."

Neige reached out, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."

"It's fine," you said softly, but your mind was already spinning with a plan. You needed Neige to see you, to prioritize you. And maybe, just maybe, you could use the spark of jealousy you saw in his eyes to your advantage.

As you walked back towards the set with Neige, an idea began to form. If Neige saw you with Vil more often, maybe he would realize what he stood to lose. You glanced back at Vil, who was watching you with a knowing look. He had no idea what you were planning, and you intended to keep it that way.

Over the next few weeks, you subtly began to put your plan into action. Whenever Neige was around, you made sure to be seen with Vil. You laughed a little louder at his jokes, stood a little closer, and even touched his arm in a way that felt almost intimate.

Vil, for his part, seemed to enjoy your company, though he occasionally gave you questioning looks. Neige's reactions were immediate—his brows would furrow, and his attention would snap to you, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

One evening, at a wrap party for the film, you took it a step further. The venue was beautifully decorated, the atmosphere lively. Neige was surrounded by fans and colleagues, his attention divided as usual.

You spotted Vil by the bar and made your way over. He smiled as you approached. "Y/N, enjoying the party?"

You nodded, standing close enough that your arm brushed against his. "I am. But I could use some company."

Vil's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm always happy to oblige."

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. "You know, Vil, you're really good at making people feel special."

Before Vil could respond, his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I see what you're trying to do. You're using me to make Neige jealous."

You felt a pang of guilt, your plan suddenly feeling childish and cruel. "Vil, I..."

He held up a hand, silencing you. "You need to understand something. Toying with the feelings of two men isn't fair to either of us. You may not realize it, but you're hurting me too."

Your eyes widened, realization dawning on you. "Vil, I didn't mean to... I just wanted Neige to see me."

Vil sighed, his expression softening. "I understand that. But there are better ways to go about it. You deserve someone who sees you without needing to be prodded or manipulated."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Vil. I never meant to hurt you."

He reached out, gently wiping a tear from your cheek. "I know, Y/N. But you need to figure out what you really want."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings for you. "Vil, I..."

He took your hand, leading you away from the crowded venue. "Come with me. Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

The secluded garden was peaceful, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light around you and Vil. Sitting beside him on a bench, you felt a sense of comfort you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Y/N, do you have feelings for Neige because you love him, or because you want him to love you?" Vil's question hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

You took a deep breath, considering his words. "I thought I loved him. But now, I'm not so sure. I just wanted to feel important to him."

Vil nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what about me? What do you feel when you're with me?"

You looked down, your heart pounding. "I feel... seen. Appreciated. Like I matter."

Vil gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N, you do matter. And not just to Neige. You matter to me."

His words sent a jolt through your heart. "Vil, I... I didn't realize..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Y/N, I've felt something for you from the moment we met. But I never wanted to come between you and Neige. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn't with me."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of understanding, of clarity. "Vil, I never knew. I was so focused on trying to get Neige's attention that I didn't see what was right in front of me."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's not too late, Y/N. You deserve to be with someone who sees you, who values you for who you are."

You leaned into his touch, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. "Vil, I think... I think I've been falling for you too."

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, tilting your head up to kiss him. But just as your lips were about to meet, Vil gently pulled back, his eyes filled with regret.

"Y/N, we can't. Not while you're still with Neige," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Your heart sank, but before you could respond, you heard a gasp. You turned to see Neige standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion. From where he stood, it looked as if you and Vil had kissed.

"Y/N, what... what's going on?" Neige's voice trembled, his innocent eyes filled with betrayal.

You stood up, reaching out to him. "Neige, it's not what it looks like. We didn't—"

But Neige cut you off, his voice rising. "I saw what I saw! How could you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

Vil interrupted, his tone firm. "It looked like nothing, Neige. You're jumping to conclusions. Y/N was just upset. We were talking."

Neige's eyes flicked to Vil, his expression turning from hurt to anger. "Talking? It looked like more than talking to me."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Neige, please, let me explain."

But Neige's expression was pained. "I can't believe this, Y/N. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Vil stepped forward, his voice tinged with irritation. "Maybe you should have paid more attention to her, then. She's been feeling neglected."

Neige's confusion turned to anger. "Neglected? Y/N, is that true?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Neige, listen," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. "I was trying to get your attention. I felt so invisible, and Vil was just trying to help me see my worth."

Neige's eyes softened for a moment, but the hurt quickly returned. "Y/N, you should have come to me. We could have talked about it."

"I tried, Neige," you said, your voice breaking. "But you were always so busy, so surrounded by everyone else. I didn't know how to reach you."

Vil continued, his voice cutting through the air. "Yes, Neige! While you were busy with your fans, Y/N was feeling alone and unimportant."

Neige's fists clenched, his voice rising. "And you! Trying to steal her away when she's vulnerable!"

Vil's patience wore thin. "I'm not stealing her, Neige. I'm showing her she deserves better than what you've been giving her!"

Neige's anger boiled over. "And what about you, Vil? Always lurking around, waiting for your chance!"

Vil's eyes flashed with anger. "At least I'm honest about my feelings! Unlike you, who can't see what's right in front of you!"

The tension crackled between them, each word fueled by hurt and frustration. You felt torn, trapped between their heated argument.

"Stop it, both of you!" you finally cried out, your voice trembling.

But they ignored you, too consumed by their own emotions.

"I love her, Vil. I would do anything for her," Neige declared, his voice desperate.

Vil's expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "Then start showing it, Neige. Before it's too late."

Neige's eyes narrowed. "And you, Vil? Always playing the charming prince, but deep down, you're just selfish!" You've been waiting for your chance to steal her away!"

Vil's jaw clenched, his voice low. "Selfish? You, who can't see past your own ego, accusing me of selfishness?" "I'm not stealing anyone. But maybe if you had paid more attention to her, she wouldn't be considering other options!"

Neige stepped closer, his fists trembling with rage. "You think you're better than me, Vil? You're just as flawed!"

Vil's eyes blazed. "At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not! You're so blinded by your own pride, you can't see how you've hurt her!"

Neige's face reddened with fury. "And what about you? Taking advantage of her vulnerability!"

Vil's restraint snapped. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Neige! I've been nothing but respectful to her!"

Neige took a threatening step forward. "Respectful? You're just waiting to be alone with Y/n, so you can swoop in!"

Vil's fists clenched, his voice low and dangerous. "I'd never hurt her like you have. You don't deserve her."

The air crackled with tension, each man on the verge of exploding. You felt the weight of their anger, their words cutting deep.

But then, realization seemed to dawn on both of them. They were on the brink of a physical confrontation, but this wasn't the time or the place.

Breathing heavily, Vil and Neige stared at each other, their chests rising and falling with pent-up emotion.

Finally, Vil spoke, his voice strained. "This isn't over, Neige. But not here."

Neige nodded, his anger subsiding slightly. "You're right. This isn't the place."

"I... I need some time," you whispered, feeling torn between the two.

Vil and Neige exchanged furious glances, both filled with uncertainty and desperation.

"Take all the time you need, Y/N," Vil said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Neige nodded, his expression filled with regret. "I'll be here when you're ready, Y/N. Just know that I love you."

As they turned away from each other, you were left standing in the middle, you couldn't shake the feeling of being torn between two loves, unsure of which path to choose. The stars twinkled overhead, offering no answers, leaving you to grapple with your heart's conflicting desires.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland fanfic #twst fanfic #twst #vil schoenheit #neige leblanche #vil x reader #neige x reader #twst fanfiction #twisted wonderland fanfiction #sorry for being gone so long guys I had some things to deal with behind the scenes #please dont ask #I think both guys are so hot I was temped to make it into a three way fic but I contained myself Im such a good girl #but if anyones interested in that lemme know lel #next up will be a vil ending and neige ending fic!! stay tuned

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