#does this count as a vil schoenheit x reader?

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One of Us is Guilty; Chapter 1

Dire Crowley is dead, and it is up to the people left to figure who killed the Headmage... before anyone else ends up dead.

Characters; Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel, Rook Hunt, Azul Ashengroto, Silver, Jade Leech, Cater Diamond

Content; Gender-neutral reader, unreliable narrators, murder mystery

Content Warning; Anxiety, murder, description of injury, reader death, basically dead dove content

Word Count; 1.1 K

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Prologue | Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Epilogue (Part 1) | Epilogue (Final)

Divus had rolled Crowley over to his side and checked his pulse, but he found nothing. The Headmage was indeed dead, and the body was still warm and not yet in rigor mortis; the murder happened not long ago. 

The students behind him were quiet, not one of them dared uttering a word, taking in the scene.

“He’s dead,” Divus huffed, getting up and dusting himself off. His grey eyes analyzed his students; as far as he knew, they were the only other people in the building, narrowing the suspect pool considerably.

He took note of the pursed lips, furrowed brows, and any other nervous ticks. Yet despite the disturbing scene, he saw quiet and disturbingly normal reactions; nothing that would clearly indicate any of them as the killer.

Finally, someone spoke up; Silver broke the silence. “How?”

Divus narrowed his eyes, but as far as he could tell, Silver was honest. How did Crowley die? That was a good question. As far as he could tell, the wound wasn’t apparent, and he would rather not tamper anymore with the crime scene; at least his gloves wouldn’t leave any fingerprints that could incriminate him.

“Murder, he was murdered.”

Silver, Cater, Vil and you all bristled at that revelation, whereas Azul, Jade, and Rook looked more pensive.

Who would have the motive? “And said murderer must be one of you pups.”

Now that statement got a reaction; anger, indignation, disbelief, shock, and suspicion. A bomb had been dropped, and they were just waiting for the timer to go off. 

You cleared your throat, drawing everyone’s eyes to you. It was unnerving, and you could feel them trying to think of who would do something like this… and you knew that out of nearly everyone, you were the best suspect. “Or it could be you,” you stated coldly, gaging Professor Crewel’s response.

He gave nothing away, just raising a brow. “And what of you? Do you not despise the man? Can anyone here back up your whereabouts?”

“Or are you trying to cover up your own tracks?!” You were getting angry, rightfully so. You knew you didn’t do it.

The others were watching the two of you like hawks, seeing the tension build. Finally, Vil got between the two of you, breaking it up before it could escalate into anything more. 

“You two need to stop this nonsense,” he huffed, looking between the two of you. “This isn’t the situation to start turning on each other since that would just turn into everyone turning on each other. We need to stay together.”

He was right, but the anger and hurt was still there. You looked at the body, thinking. The keys… could they help us figure this out? 

Walking over, with everyone’s eyes on your back, you gingerly lifted the keys away from Crowley. “Could there be something in the school that would help us solve this?” Why is this starting to feel like some weird game? Ugh.

“The mirror chamber,” Rook murmured, turning his green eyes to you. “The mirror could tell us of le meurtrier.” The usual smile he wore was gone, a more serious look in his eye. To be fair though, you could not blame him for being more sombre, with the situation and all.

“It could also say how Headmage Crowley… met his fate,” Azul chimed in, pushing up his glasses. He looked slightly panicked and irritated. He had made his fair share of enemies and grudges, so perhaps he was just concerned about that.

Jade looked calm as ever, but it was always hard to read how he was feeling. “And the room it took place in as well,” he hummed, brows furrowed. There was something under the surface of his pleasant mask, he was analyzing everyone, trying to put two and two together. 

Cater was busy trying to call for help, but his reception had died right before Crowley was found in his current condition… like someone had planned for them to all find the body together. 

Vil was looking at everyone, trying to make sure that everyone didn’t turn on each other and go their separate ways… there was something at the back of his mind that knew that things would only get worse if everyone went their own way. And as far as he could tell, everyone was being honest, or someone was just putting up an act of being innocent, a very good act.

And Silver? Silver was just confused as to who could do something like this. And for some reason, he felt like he should have been there to protect the Headmage.

“Alright then,” Divus said, “to the mirror chamber it is.”

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“Eight people, nine rooms, seven weapons. One person is guilty, and until they are found, no one is safe; from the perpetrator of the crime, or of being accused.” The dark mirror boomed, and seven weapons were floating in the air, as were photos of the rooms. “You must all vote on who could have murdered the Headmage with your rationale.”

With that, the mirror went silent, leaving the room eerily silent.

“Ballots,” Vil said, “to keep it anonymous to avoid any further animosity.”

There were no objections, and soon the room was full of the scratching of pen against paper. You were the last person to hand in your ballot, and you fed it to the mirror, letting the inky darkness eat up the slip.

Like some twisted joke, the mirror showed the reflection of the person who was voted as the person most likely to be the murderer, with the weapon in hand, and in the room itself. And you saw yourself, holding a dagger covered in blood, in Crowley’s office.

You felt everyone’s judgement, but the mirror faded out. “They are not the killer, nor is it the correct weapon or room.” And yet again silence.

Despite your better judgment, you fled the room, having been effectively betrayed by your peers. Silver ran after you, and then Cater. Eventually, everyone was separated looking for you. 

You stopped running and switched to pacing in the main hall, trying to calm down, trying to not break down; now was not the time. You couldn’t afford to be emotional at such a time-

You felt a hand on your shoulder, and as you started to turn your head, trying to see who it was, everything went dark.

  No one is safe. And unfortunately, you were the first person in your party to figure that out. For the true murderer would kill the accused who were actually innocent. And you met such a fate.

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Reader’s cause of death; stunned with a dagger, massive blood loss due to a laceration to the throat.

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SUSPECTS:

- Silver; the kindhearted knight with a mysterious past, is it just for show?  (Plum) - Vil Schoenheit; the actor who is always pigeonholed into the role of a villain (Scarlet) - Divus Crewel; the alchemy teacher with a penchant for fashion, Crowley’s co-worker (Peacock) - Rook Hunt; the enigmatic hunter who always has a hunch of what’s happening (Mustard) - Azul Ashengrotto; the owner of The Mostro Lounge, a businessman with dubious morals (Green) - Reader; the ‘house-keeper’, a role that was imposed on them by the late Headmage (White) DECEASED - Jade Leech; a student enamored by fungi and seems to have a foreboding presence about him (Orchid) - Cater Diamond; the preppy beau of Heartslabyul, but his smile seems forced (Peach)

ROOMS:

- Main hall - Teachers’ lounge - Cafeteria - Kitchens - Lecture theatre - Botanical garden - Alchemy lab - Library - Crowley’s office (eliminated in Chapter 1)

WEAPONS:

- Revolver - Rope - Dagger (eliminated in Chapter 1) - Wrench - Candlestick - Lead pipe - Magic

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You Will Stop the Wedding! - Riddle Rosehearts

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Riddle Rosehearts x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 800 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And he just found out that someone was you.

OFF WITH HER HEAD!!! How dare they kidnap you?! His face immediately turns red with anger. Having discovered this at a Housewardens reunion, Kalim is trying to calm him down.

They manage to get him to control himself by saying that if he appears in front of the princess like an angry crazy person it could be worse for you. He shows that he was offended by the "angry crazy person" part, but begins to control his anger.

He, along with Ace, Rook and Epel, form the rescue group. And everything goes more or less as in the original story. The difference is that Riddle asks Ace to stop the ghosts instead of him volunteering to do so. This is because if only one of them can get to you, it will be him!

Like a rule-obsessed person, he waits for the right moment to step in and shout, "I OBJECT!" And he still tries to follow the plan of pretending to be in love with the princess for then putting the ring on her finger. But while he does this he ends up looking at you and at that moment all the false words escape him.

“I... can't do this. I can't lie like this.” He straightens up and looks at the princess very seriously. “The truth is, I'm not here for you, princess. I'm here for the person you kidnapped and are forcing to marry you.”

The princess begins to defend herself saying that she didn't kidnap anyone.

“ENOUGH!” His face was starting to turn red and his voice was starting to get rougher. “I'm tired of your delusional excuses. You will stop this wedding and give (Y/N) back to me!” He pulls out the magic pen and a battle ensues.

The other three still manage to join him, but end up losing the battle against the giant Guard. As with the others, the princess goes to them to slap them in the face for their insolence and to petrify them. But when she does it with Riddle... he can still move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing.

Her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Riddle's reaction is getting his face red, slightly different from his usual red of anger.

She starts to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you for having someone who loves you so much to the point of doing all that and still being immune to her slap. While she is lamenting, the guard who is in love with her ends up declaring himself and such, and that ending of her discovering that she is also in love is what happens.

After everything, while the others are tidying up and cleaning the Cafeteria, you and Riddle leave the room to talk alone.

“I just wanted to clarify what happened.” He still couldn’t look at you. “About the things I said.” You ask if it was about that thing about him telling the ghosts to give you back to him. And he blushes. “Yes. I apologize. In no way was my intention to suggest that you were my property. That would be completely outrageous. But... I'm also not sure why I said those words specifically. I know there are more polite ways of saying what I intended but...”

“And what did you intend to say?” you ask. And to give him more confidence to tell the truth you add that you were very happy to see him showing up to rescue you. And about what the princess said about why he wasn't petrified by her. You say it in a way that conveys that your feelings could be mutual.

“I don't know about true love.” He says, finally looking at you. “But I know the anguish I felt when I found out what had happened to you. The anger I felt for what they did to you. And the fear I felt of losing you. I don't know if this is true love, but I know I've never felt and probably never will feel something so strong for someone who isn't more than a friend to me.” he takes your hands and takes them to his chest. “I wish I could say for sure that I love you, but that's what I need first: certainty. I've never felt this before and so I don't want to say something so meaningful without certainty.” He looks you in the eyes, with the most tender and sweet look and smile anyone could ever see on him. “But I do adore you.”

If you also declare yourself to him, it will be inevitable that your lips will meet each other.

If you would like to read more from me, you can find it in my pinned post: INDEX

[twisted-writing]

Skullgirl!MC

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For @yoraely

Who asked: oh very lovely mod a, may i humbly request a skullgirl reader with malleus, rook, vil, and leona? (feel free to remove characters <3), they look like theyre dead, but they mostly have powers over bones and skulls and blue flames, sometimes they get carried by their large skeleton buddy as well <3

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POV: First Person

Characters: Malleus Draconia, Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit, Leona Kingscholar, female!skullgirl!reader

Pairing: Malleus, Rook, Vil, Leona x female!skullgirl!reader (separate) 

Word Count: 300 

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~Malleus finds your magic to be the most interesting thing that he's ever seen. He asks many questions. How does it work? How does it feel for you to use it? Does it harm you? All of which you answer with a patient smile, knowing that Malleus’ questions are not malicious but from his genuine curiosity.~ 

~Rook definitely adds to your collection of skulls. He can watch you and what you do with them via your magic, all day and not get bored.~ 

~Vil out of all of the boyfriends you've had, which isn't a lot, is the one who's the most worried about your appearance. After being in a relationship with him for so long, you know that his urging to get you to eat something and to develop a skincare routine is out of genuine concern for you and once you explain that your appearance is how you naturally look and that yes, you're fine, Vil doesn't worry as much. But he still keeps an eye out for you. Just in case.~ 

~Leona doesn't think he'll ever get used to seeing the blue flames that appear whenever you use your magic or the fact that you ride around on a large skeleton. But the looks from the students at NRC whenever they see you riding your skeleton friend will never get old.~

[mystical-lemonade]

Betrayed by a Friend

Warnings: Very vague mentions of violence. (It’s Floyd what do you expect)

Word count: 1,060

Pairings: Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader, Jade Leech x gn!reader, Floyd Leech x gn!reader, Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader.

Azul knows how it feels to be betrayed by a friend

He knows it very well

So when his significant other comes into his office at Mostro Lounge and stumbles into his arms

Azul is deeply concerned for them

It’s very rare for Azul to see anyone crying as hard as you were in this moment

But as the ever benevolent young man he is Azul is more than happy to just let you sob in his arms for however long you need

He’d rub your back gently and press soft kisses to your head

Once Azul was confident you were breathing consistently and tears were quietly rolling down your cheeks

Instead of the rasping and irregular breaths you were taking while sobbing your poor heart out

Azul would gently ask what happened

Hands cupping your cheeks, wiping your tears away with his thumbs

His forehead pressed to yours

When you do manage to convey to him that you got betrayed by someone you considered a friend

Azul is immediately plotting a murder

Logically he knows he can’t actually kill somebody because they made his significant other cry

But emotionally? Azul wants nothing more than to have to call in that favour the Leech twin’s father owes him

Instead of voicing those desires, Azul settles for continuing to hold you to his chest

Telling you that it’s okay if you need to cry more, that he’s here for you. No matter how long it takes for you to start feeling better.

Somehow manages to get you a glass of water without even moving from his spot beside you

It even has a cute little bendy straw that looks like a heart! (It’s his favourite gag gift the leech twins ever gave him, but don’t tell either of the tweels)

Jade had been trying to subtly warn you about the person you called a friend

He has ears in the walls all across campus so Jade had a suspicion about what was upcoming

That doesn’t mean he is rude to you about this topic

Really all he does is try and hint that perhaps this friend isn’t as kind as they would have you believe

So when this friend does inevitably betray you, Jade is right there beside you

Ready and willing to offer you comfort

While he’s not quite as tactile as his brother when it comes to his affections

Jade is more than happy to wrap you up in his arms and embrace you as you cry

He’ll even offer you a clean handkerchief from his breast pocket

Jade will remain by your side for as much time as you need him to

He’d definitely rub your back gently as you cried against his chest

Would get you a tall glass of cool water so you don’t get dehydrated

He’s more than happy to spend the day acting as if he was your butler, tending to your every need

Eventually Jade manages to lull you into having a nap

Probably having told you something along the lines of ‘you’ve had such a rough day, don’t you think you deserve some rest Dearest. Sleep, I’ll take care of everything else’

After you’ve fallen asleep Jade calmly walks to Mostro Lounge and immediately begins preparing for the arrival of a special guest

Jade would intimidate charm his way into your former friend’s dorm to pick them up

So he bring them back to Mostro Lounge for the extra special evening he prepared for the two of them

People tend to overlook Jade’s violent tendencies due to Floyd being more obvious

But after an evening in Jade’s care, it is all but guaranteed your former will never overlook or forget them again

Floyd does his absolute best to cheer you up when he sees you crying

Telling you funny stories

Offering up snacks and beverages to you

Squeezing you (gently), close to his chest

Kissing your tears away as they roll down your cheeks

But if Floyd can’t get you to talk to him at all in the first 5-10 minutes he’s with you?

Floyd will kinda just set you down

Somewhere he knows would be a comfortable place to sit

And then he’d just leave you

Because as much as Floyd loves his precious Jelly-kun

He also doesn’t have the temperament or attention span to sit with someone while they cry

However Floyd gladly takes care of that filthy guppy who betrayed you

After he finds out about it of course

If you can’t tell him yourself Azul will gladly spill the beans

Thus begins Floyd’s new mission of the week

Making your former friend’s life a living hell

First Floyd would start by following them around silently

Never making a move to hurt them, but just letting them know

He’s watching them always

Then when Floyd gets bored of making the paranoid he’d promptly break as many of their bones as he could

Vil’s first priority is to get you to stop crying

It is his one singular goal

Everything else can come later

Right now, he wants you to stop crying

So he will do absolutely everything it takes for him to succeed.

He’d wipe your tears away with a handkerchief made from a silk and cotton blend

Only the best for his Sweet Potato

Vil gladly offers you hugs and cuddles if that’s what you require

Would pet your hair and back if it helped

Definitely would allow you to cry into his shoulder

As long as you don’t have any dark makeup on, of course

He’d hate for the lovely matching pyjamas you got for the two of you to become stained

When he does get you to calm down enough he can understand you

Vil is pissed

It isn’t easy to get Vil to lose any and all respect he has for a person

Not only are they being a back stabbing bitch? But one that hurts the people that love them? On purpose!?

That’s just about the fastest way one could achieve that

So needless to say Vil is definitely going to be giving that former friend of yours the cold shoulder permanently

And you know what they say about Vil, he’s truly a trend setter worldwide

Soon the person will feel as lost and abandoned as you felt in the moment they betrayed you.

Hello Dears, this post is actually one that I dedicate to a person who is going through a tough time right now. Hope you’re doing better now sweetheart <3

In other news, Jupiter is an idiot who forgot that I had this written. Whoops

Anyway if you enjoyed reading this post and want to read more from me please check out previous wishes, or make a wish of your own.

Sincerely, Jupiter

[dr3amscap3]

𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐑 𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐓 ┊𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐒.

-Vil S. x GN! Reader

-Genre: Angst, Songfic

-POV (2ND)

-Platonic

-Summary: He never knew the day you would leave would be the day he came home. He never got to say how much you meant to him. He never got to say sorry for how much trouble he caused. And he never got to play with you one last time. He never knew even after all the trouble and stress he put you through he would still be your dearest baby brother.

-Warning: Angst, Death, and Mentions of illnesses

-Italics= Flashbacks

-Bold Italics= Lyrics

- Song: Dear Theodosia & Dear Theodosia (Reprise) - (I'll have to change some lyrics so apologies)

-Word Count: 4k+

Dear Vil Schoenheit, what to say to you? You have her eyes, you have our father's name.

"Papa, (Nickname) look!" The younger Schoenheit exclaimed as he ran to where you and your father were.

You and your father shared a light chuckle as Vil appeared by the door dressed up like your father.

"My oh my, it seems as though our little Vil has a sense of fashion." Your father exclaimed picking up the young boy and spinning him in the air, making him squeal in delight.

"Just like mama." You whispered though the older Schoenheit male had heard it oh so clearly.

"Yeah... just like her." The older Schoenheit male nodded towards you, giving you a sorrowful smile.

"Hey, you little rascal how about you go back to papa's room for a bit and change your clothing, show us how well you can coordinate looks. In the meanwhile, me and papa will talk." You spoke kneeling to the boy's height, patting him on the head.

As Vil ran back to your father's room excitedly you looked at your father with such a sorrowful gaze.

"He has that same excitement for fashion and beauty as mama did." You whispered lowering your head, Vil never knew what happened to your mother, he was too innocent to know.

"Yeah... he really does. I still remember how your mother's eyes lit up whenever you would model her new designs for her." The older male smiled to himself while you chuckled at the distant memory.

"I remember that one time, mama made me wear heels and I kept stumbling and falling." Your father chuckled as he recalled what his wife made you do.

Oh how you both yearned to see her again, how you yearned to style another one of her designs, how he yearned to see her play with the two of you again. Yet... that would never happen again, after all, she was gone.

A sickness unknown to The Land of Pyroxene, a sickness with no cure, cases that those who have contracted this sickness and survived were rare.

Your mother wasn't among those lucky people.

They say this sickness comes for those who have a pure heart, a heart purer than the God's themself.

You both sighed to yourselves, yet a smile had to yet again grace your faces, Vil never knew what happened to your mother.

Yet one day... one sorrowful day... he would find out.

When you came into the world you cried, and it broke my heart.

"He's so tiny and fragile.." You whispered, a smile gracing your face as you cradled your baby brother in your arms

"He seems to have taken a liking to you (Name)." Your mother smiled as she watched the both of you bond.

"Yeah! It seems like it!" You exclaimed happily as you handed over your little brother to your father. As your brother realized the man carrying him wasn't you, small whimpers escaped him. Those whimpers became sobs. Then those sobs became wails.

"Shh, shh, don't cry little one. It's alright. Papa's here." Your father whispered, rocking your baby brother back and forth.

Though his attempts bared no fruit, your brother was still wailing loudly.

"Perhaps I could try to calm him down." You spoke looking over as your dad struggled to get the little one to cease this ear-bleeding noise.

"Alright (Name)— though I must warn you, calming down a baby is no easy feat." Your father said handing over your delicate little brother to you.

Yet as soon as the boy was placed in your arms the boy had stopped crying. Instead of tears, giggles and smiles graced the boy's face.

Your father looked at you, jaw practically kissing the floor.

"So he has taken a liking to you." Your mother giggled as you smiled at the delicate boy.

"I suppose I have to hold him for a while, correct?" Your eye's made no contact with your mother's instead they were trained on the little bundle of joy you held.

It was that day you decided that you never would desire to see your brother cry, for if he did, your heart would break.

I'm dedicating every day to you! Domestic life was never quite my style.

"(Nickname)! I got the lead! Well... the lead's enemy, as usual as they say... do I really look that evil?" Vil looked down, his happiness morphing into sadness.

"My dearest baby brother... no, you don't look at all evil. I do not know what the casting director was even thinking! It's absolute anarchy that they would cast the cutest boy in the world to play the villain!" You exclaimed as you knelt to his level.

"They may see you as a villain, but I see you as a great strong hero. A hero that will one day bring peace and happiness to this land and a hero who is my shining light. You are my hero and I will dedicate my life to you because I owe you one." You comforted the boy by patting his head.

A smile graced his face as he puffed out his chest—"Right! I am a hero! And I'll be sure to protect you forever!"

"I'll be counting on you them." You said, picking him up and bringing him to his room.

"Now, a hero should sleep early if they wanna be super energized in the morning to save lives! Would you please do that for me oh my dearest hero?" For him, you would give your life any day.

Vil gave you a toothy grin before going off the change into his pajamas and brushing his teeth.

A vow you promised your mother before she passed was that you would take care of Vil, you would dedicate every day to him. A vow you'll make. A vow you'll keep.

When you smile... you knock me out I fall apart, and I thought I was so smart.

"(Nickname)!" Vil exclaimed running towards you as he burst through the door.

"Woah Woah, slow down Vil, what's got you in such a joyous mood?" You asked looking down at the boy.

"Papa said he signed me up for modeling classes!" Vil's smile was so pure and adorable, that it almost made your heart stop.

"That's amazing Vil! I'm sure you'll be the absolute best in the class!" You cheered stopping whatever you were working on to pay your utmost attention to the young boy.

Oh, how proud you knew your mother would be.

"I'm so proud of you Vil!" You smiled patting his head.

"I promise you one day I'll be just like you! I'll be the second-best model in the world!" Exclaimed Vil, his eyes sparkling.

"Only second best?" You gave him a questioning look.

"You'll be the best of course! You're an amazing model (Nickname)! I'm sure you'll be the top one!" Vil beamed, ah how you could almost see sparkles forming around him.

"Well then, if you expect so highly of me I promise I'll be number one, just for you." You replied, flashing the boy your signature smile.

Will come of age with our young nation...

"Vil do as I say and run! Call papa!" You shouted as you took a fighting stance.

"No! I don't want to leave you!" Vil protested, his mind only had one thing in thought. Run. Yet he couldn't bear to leave you alone to fight that monster.

"I will be fine! Call for help! I'll stall this beast! Now go!" You shouted, you looked back at him with pleading eyes.

He gave you one last look before he booked out of the forest.

He looked around frantically for his father, once he finally spotted the older Schoenheit male he ran towards him, tears pricking out of his gorgeous lilac eyes.

"PAPA! PAPA! YOU HAVE TO HELP (NICKNAME)!" Vil wailed as his father looked at him with wide eyes.

"Where are they?" The male asked in a firm tone.

"T-the forest..." Vil stuttered out, his father wasted no time for any dilly dally and ran into the forest, Vil followed in suit without his father's knowledge.

The sight Vil saw was horrendous. There sitting by a tree stump, breathing oh so shallowly and covered in blood and countless cuts was you.

His dearest elder sibling, the one who was always so strong, the one who never let the pressure get to them, the one whom he admired with all his heart was sitting at the stump of a tree, covered in blood, cuts, as well as countless bruises.

We'll bleed and fight for you... We'll make it right for you

"(Nickname)!" Vil exclaimed and ran towards your body in a panic.

"Papa... why did you bring him here, I didn't want him to see me like this." You whispered, looking to your father with half-lidded eyes.

"He followed me I apologize I didn't notice him." Your father whispered squeezing your hand.

"(Nickname)!" Vil wailed, salty tears running down his face.

You looked at him with such pity.

"Don't worry little one... I'm not going anywhere yet... I'm so sorry you had to see me like this..." You let out a bitter chuckle, he had to see you fall so hard, and you couldn't bear for him to see you like this. So from now on you promised yourself he couldn't see you weak, that would be a vow you would keep.

"If one day I get into another situation like the previous one I was in, where I nearly died, I hope you both know that I love you both so much. Be sure to blow us all away..." You whispered looking towards the two who sat by your bedside.

"You don't have to worry! You won't ever get into that! I promise to protect you next time and the times after that!" Exclaimed Vil as he puffed his cheeks as well as his chest.

"I'm sure you will my dearest baby brother." You smiled, raising your trembling hand to pat your little brother's head.

If we lay a strong enough foundation... We'll pass it on to you...

"I know someday, once we build a strong foundation, we'll pass it onto you and you'll blow the whole world away with your charm Vil." You blurted out randomly, smiling at your little brother.

We'll give the world to you and you'll blow us all away...

"Someday, someday... yeah you'll blow us all away..." You gave Vil a tender smile and hugged him.

You knew that one day he would blow this world away.

Someday... Someday...

Oh, Vil when you smile I am undone, my son...

"Look at my son!" Your father exclaimed holding up Vil like he were some sort of lion cub.

You smiled at your father's antics, it was these days when he was around to care for you both.

Pride is not the word I'm looking for, there is so much more inside me now.

It was these days which you loved oh so dearly.

It was these days that were enough.

This was enough.

And if it was just one day you all would get to spend time together that would be enough.

Look around... look around... look how lucky you all were to be alive right now. Look around... look around.

"(Nickname) come and join us!" Vil laughed, his smile shining ever so brightly.

Oh, Vil you outshine the morning sun, my son.

The sun could never compare to Vil's radiance, it could never compare to his stunning glow.

He truly did outshine the morning sun, yet he should not get too close to it, for he would truly fall.

Oh, Vil when you smile I am undone, my son. When you smile I fall apart and I thought I was so smart.

Vil flashed his father a toothy smile which made his father fall.

Oh, how adorable Vil was.

The words his father was spewing out were incoherent, they were all a basic ramble of words.

You giggled at the sight a came for your brother behind and lifted him off the floor making him squeal.

This... this would be enough.

Our mother wasn't around...

"Our mother wasn't around... I swear that I'll be around for you..." You reassured the younger Schoenheit.

Another one of those nights where he was scared he would lose you too.

Another one of those nights where he would wake you up and sleep in your room.

Another one of those nights where he wondered what his mother was like.

"I promise you..." You started, sticking your pinky out.

"I'll do whatever it takes, I'll make a million mistakes, I'll make the world safe and sound for you..." You said, making your dearest baby brother smile ever so slightly.

"Promise?"

"I promise.."

Even if it was ever so slightly, daily or nightly be it so, you would make him smile, even the slightest smile you would catch.

In these little ways, you would show him your love and that you always stay.

Will come of age with our young nation...

Oh my, how he's grown into a fine young man.

How if your mother were still here she would have surely shed a few tears herself.

Night Raven College, a school he always dreamed to get into, and here he was, ready to go off and start anew.

All those years you had been the one to raise him, your father was hardly around because of his career yet... when he tried it had always been the best of fun.

We'll bleed and fight for you, we'll make it right for you...

Even if by the years you, Vil, and your father drifted apart somehow, you would still give your life for them.

Yet how you wished your last conversation with Vil before he left for NRC wasn't an argument.

Those cold unforgiving eyes.

His cold tone of voice.

His words bore into your soul---" I wish you died that night, maybe then you wouldn't have been such a bother to me."

How that phrase would linger with you forever.

Yet even if he said that he was still the baby brother that you loved oh so much, the baby brother that you raised with so much joy, the baby brother who you would die and fight for.

You would forgive him no matter what, no matter what he did, what he said, you would forgive him, always...

Yet he never expected to get his wish...

If we lay a strong enough foundation, we'll pass it onto you, we'll give the world to you and you'll blow us all away...

"Mr. Schoenheit, how are you going to spend your birthday today?" Inquired a reporter.

"I'm supposed to leave for the Land of Pyroxene to visit my father and my older sibling to be in fact," Vil said smiling at the thought of seeing you both.

"Are you bringing any of your acquaintances with you?" The reporter asked.

"Say, you are a curious one, but yes, I'm bringing my vice house warden as well as this one first year whom I see a mighty lot of potential in," Vil said, shifting in his seat a tad, he was growing a tad impatient for he wanted to go to his homeland.

Someday... someday...

"Well, we best not keep your family waiting. I hope you have a happy birthday and thank you for taking time out of your day to answer these questions Mr. Schoenheit." The reporter said, noting that Vil was growing impatient.

"Well then, me and the crew shall be taking our leave, happy birthday once again Mr. Schoenheit." The reporter did a graceful bow and left the dorm.

A smile graced Vil's face as he looked toward the two other males who stood beside his throne.

Yeah, you'll blow us all away...

"Well then, shall we get going, we wouldn't wish to keep my family waiting now, would we?"

The two just nodded in reply and followed Vil towards the mirror chambers.

Every time a student celebrates their birthday, they get a choice if they wish to celebrate it at home, most would've wished to celebrate it in the comfort of their family yet Vil refused to go home every time, yet perhaps he would finally indulge his family a tad.

He also wished to apologize to you for he said, he as well wished to introduce his friends per se to you and his father.

Yet perhaps he should've apologized sooner, he shouldn't have waited.

Someday, someday...

Arriving at the Land of Pyroxene whispers of the people sounded through the air.

A somber melody sounded through the land, almost as though they were mourning.

"I never remembered the Land of Pyroxene being so somber," Vil whispered to himself looking around the place.

He always remembered the land to be so lively and joyous, what had changed when he was gone for a mere two years?

Entering his home, he had expected to be greeted with cheer yet...

Why was his father only there to greet him.

"I have a horrid feeling about this..." Epel whispered to Rook, to which he nodded in response.

"Papa, where's (Name)?" Vil asked, confused as to why you were not there.

Taking a shaky breath, his father turned around to look him in the eye.

His father's eyes were a bloodshot red, it seemed as though he were crying, hardly at that.

"Dear Vil Schoenheit, how to say to you..." His father started, tears pricking out of the older Schoenheit male's eyes.

"Sometime last night, your sibling breathed your name, and like a flame that flickers out too soon, they died, they're go-" His father couldn't bear to finish that retched sentence and fell to his knees, bawling his eyes out.

It seemed as though the world had been blown away.

It was impossible, there was no way you had died, there was absolutely no way! This was complete blasphemy!

Vil just stood there, eyes wide in disbelief.

Epel and Rook engulfed Vil in a tight embrace as though it were to bring comfort, they did not care to ask permission or to bother to worry about Vil's clothing, he needed them, and they knew that.

Standing up his father made his way towards him, cupping his cheek and giving him a bitter smile.

"They dedicated every day to you... they changed our life, they made our lives worthwhile..." By this time Vil had tears running down his cheeks.

His father wiped away his tears but it didn't feel the same, it didn't feel like your comforting touch, it didn't feel like your warm comforting hands.

"And when you smile... I know a part of them lives on, I know I can go on..." Yet Vil's smile would never be the same, your father knew that. He knew Vil's smile wouldn't hold the same shine yours had.

Vil knew he couldn't replace you with his father and his father knew he couldn't replace you with Vil.

You were simply irreplaceable, a diamond in the rough.

Breaking away from the hug, Epel and Rook decided to give the two some space.

"You have come of age with our young nation." His father knew you would've been proud to see what Vil had grown up to be.

"We bleed and fight for you..." Vil's hand flew to his mouth to stifle a sob but Epel stopped it.

"You can cry... we won't judge, let it out Vil..." Epel wasn't saying that as an underclassman, he was saying that as Vil's friend.

"Sometimes it seems that's all we do..." Vil let out a bitter chuckle and embraced his father.

His father needed comfort as well.

"But you and I will build a strong foundation..." Yet that strong foundation was supposed to include you in it.

The perfect trio was now a duo.

The two Schoenheit's wouldn't be able to hear you laugh, they wouldn't be able to see you smile, they wouldn't be able to see you alive.

You were gone...

"And I'll be here for you, the way is clear for you to blow us all away..." Vil knew you would've been proud of him, yet all he wished was to apologize... he wished he hadn't said that retched phrase to you before he left...

Someday, someday...

How he wished he could've apologized to you all those years ago.

Years have passed and he has grown with this nation.

He became the top one... yet... you were supposed to be number one.

"I ranked top on the billboards again today... how are you and papa up there?" Vil asked setting down three bouquets at the graveside.

"It's my birthday today, I hope you didn't forget..." Vil started, feeling tears prick out of his eyes.

"It may seem selfish but please... papa, (Nickname) please... sing me happy birthday one last time..." Vil sobbed, clutching his clothes tightly.

"Papa... don't cry..." Vil's child said, patting his face as though a gesture to wipe the tears away.

"Right, of course, I just need a tad bit of time my dear, go to mama for a bit ok?" Vil sniffed smiling at the child who ran off to go to their mother.

They shared your smile, they also thought like you.

Yet he wished you were here.

But he knew you and your parents would've wanted him to tell their family legacy.

They say no one gets to choose who lives, who dies, and who tells your story.

Yet he knew that his family would've wanted him to pass it on and that would be enough.

He remembered how much you didn't pretend to know the challenges he was facing, how you didn't pretend to know the worlds he kept erasing and creating in his mind.

You weren't afraid of him when you somehow got word of his overblot, you knew who you raised. So as long as he lived and came home at the end of the day, that would be enough.

You didn't need a legacy. You didn't need money. All you wished was to grant your little brother peace of mind, you wished for him to break down his walls and let his family in. You wished to be a part of his narrative. In the story, he would write someday. Those moments with you and his father would be the first chapter. And now he vowed to stay for his wife and kids.

You were enough to him.

His father was enough to him.

His friends and family were enough for him.

Yet if he could just hear his father, his mother, and his darling sibling's voices one last time, that would be enough.

His time was nearly up.

He wonders has he done enough.

He wonders if his children would continue telling your story.

His last words would be directed towards you—" I can't wait to see you again... it's only a matter of time..."

There you were in all your glory. His darling older sibling.

This was enough...

"Yeah, you've blown us all away..."

No one can choose who lives and who dies.

Though it is possible to choose who tells your story.

And that would be enough.

"Welcome home Vil..."

Someday... someday...

I’m not really proud of this work tbh, I could’ve done better for his birthday oneshot but eh. This is just a re-post from my wattpad. I hope you all still enjoy this! Praying to the great sevens that the fonts look right.

For context Erik Venue is Vil’s father’s stage name, so to fit the context of the song Vil is named after his father. But for future fics involving his father I won’t be going by the same premise of Vil being named after his father

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『本音』Rook Hunt x Reader (1/2)

Pairing : Yan!Rook Hunt/Reader

Word Count : 2048 words

Warning(s) : Mentions of stalking

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The sound of camera shutters can be heard as the photographer diligently works with the models that had been recruited for this campaign shoot. Some are the best of the best the modelling world can offer and some are rookies that have just begun their journey. The first to do the photoshoot are the three largest names in Twisted Wonderland modelling world Vil Schoenheit, Neige LeBlanche, and (Y/N) (L/N) while the other models that are waiting for their turn admire them. How could they not? Those three exudes poise, elegance, and beauty.

Snap!

Snap!

Snap!

“Okay that was great. You may wait over there just in case we need some more photos.” the photographer stated, gesturing towards the cushion seats near the beverage table. The three nodded before walking towards the designated area. “You were great as usual, Neige.” Vil blankly said, sitting down with a leg over the other. “Thank you, Vil! You were also as amazing as usual.” Neige brightly smiled, sitting down opposite of Vil. You see Vil slowly closes his eyes to send a sign that he doesn't want to communicate with Neige, but it seems like Neige doesn't seem to understand the sign that he was giving and instead spoke to him as he usually does.

You walked past the seats straight to the snack table. “Finally, I was starving to death.” you dramatised, picking up your favourites from the table. From snack bars and juices, to a piece of candy from a glass jar. You brought the snacks back to Neige and Vil who are having an (almost) one sided conversation with each other and sit beside Vil on the plush sofa, making a soft squeaking sound come out. Vil opens one of his eyes slowly to see you giving him a glass of juice, made from what you think to be apples from Harveston. He closes his eyes once more and heaves a soft sigh, almost inaudible if not for you sitting besides him. 

"Thank you," His voice was laced with tiredness, perhaps from the previous photoshoot session and Neige's constant ramblings. Although you don't quite understand why Vil would dislike someone as loveable as Neige LeBlanche, you can understand some of his points about him being perhaps a bit overbearing with his enthusiasm.

You let out a small grin towards Vil and turn your head to face Neige. You hand him a snack bar that you previously had gotten for yourself, but opted to give him the one you have because you know how hard he works himself everyday. "Here you go, Neige. You should eat it to regain some of that energy." Neige lets out a small gasp and smiles widely at you, twinkles apparent on his caramel brown orbs. He reaches out to grab the snack bar from your hands and gives you a heart melting 'thank you!' 

'so cuteeee-'

Clap!

A loud clapping sound that reverberated around the studio disturbs your subconscious praise for Neige. The source of that sound came from the photographer himself, "Alright! The shoot is finished for the day. Thank you very much for your cooperation today!" He loudly stated to the staff and the models. “Hurry hurry! We need to pack these back!” one of the crew yelled after, ushering the models to the changing room.

Neige swiftly stood up from the sofa, bounding over to the changing room. As Vil was about to follow suit you stopped his departure by tugging his sleeve. He was surprised at the sudden tug but he turned around to look at your expression being so terrified. “What’s wrong, potato?” Vil inquired, eyes full of concern as he can feel your hand trembling. It’s rare to see someone as uncaring like Vil Schoenheit to be concerned for someone else other than himself. “Nothing… it’s just that… I don’t think I want to go home just yet.” You answered him, a nervous smile present on your face. Perhaps you thought that smiling, albeit not reassuring enough, at him would at least make him ignore your previous statement, but Vil looks at you sternly. 

His amethyst lenses bore onto yours and his usual refined aura had turned cold as ice, “Oh really? If so then why are you still clenching my sleeves and shivering?” You immediately release your grip on his sleeves and hide your hands behind your back, twiddling your fingers nervously in plain sight. You awkwardly recover yourself from cold sweat and hurriedly walk towards the changing room, “Whoops! Sorry about that! Uh… we should… change now- Yes! We definitely should-!” 

“Hold it.” He suddenly grabbed your wrist and pulled it harshly, making your body tumble back, but not hard enough to make you misstep. He keeps a safe distance and asks you again, “What’s wrong?” 

Not being able to escape his tight grip, you vigorously shook your head and attempt to free yourself, but it’s futile because Vil just tightens his grip on your wrist and glares at you. “You know fairly well I don’t like brats, so quit acting like one and tell me already.”  You avert your eyes from his and take a deep breath in. With quivering lips, you uttered, “I think… I’m being stalked.” You see from the corners of your eyes that Vil widened his eyes just a little bit, before heaving a sigh. “So that’s what worries you? A stalker?” You nod at his question timidly and you feel him letting go of your now red wrist. You look up at Vil to see his  reaction and to your surprise, he seems to be thinking about your sudden predicament. Hand on his chin, occasionally muttering a few inaudible words. Truly he looks like a work of art even with confusion in hindsight. “We’ll discuss this later. For now, let’s change our clothes.” 

You silently agreed and quietly walked away from Vil to change your outfit, your shoes clanking against the studio. “(Y/N).” You heard a call of your name. Turning your head towards the source of the sound, you see Vil with a now calm expression say, “I’ll stay with you until you reach your home. I’ll have a small talk with my vice-housewarden regarding this, if you don’t mind that is. He might be able to help you catch whoever this stalker is.” 

You followed Vil from the location of the photoshoot to Night Raven College using the mirrors. “He should be on his break time right now.” Vil explained, walking towards the Botanical Garden. Some of the students start to point and stare as they see you walk past. They whispered to their friends seeing as a model as high ranking as you are in their school. You feel the stares but nothing can prepare you as you neared the Botanical Garden. The feeling of being watched by your stalker is there again. The feeling just won’t go away so you grabbed Vil’s sleeves to ground you. He may be insensitive at times but he is the only one you could trust right now.

“Watch your step. Leona likes to sleep around here.” Vil warned, walking straight ahead. Before you can ask who Leona is, you stepped on something and that something just emitted a grunt. 

“What the-?! Are you okay?” you beseeched, removing your foot from what appears to be his tail.

"What the hell!? Why is there a girl here?” he snarls at you and looks towards Vil who's standing near you. Vil let out an exasperated sigh to shake off Leona's sudden outburst, "It seems like you got your tail stepped on again, Leona." Vil grins at the beastman named 'Leona' that let out another annoyed snarl at Vil, irked at the grin he let out. It seems like Leona was about to let out another snarky comment towards the Pomefiore Housewarden but was cut off by the tip of his ears twitching in a sense if alert, Leona irritatingly looks back and squints his eyes. "Come out you bastard, I know you're there. Quit hiding."

A rustle in the trees was heard as a figure jumped down. A blonde haired man wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a large pristine feather, clad in the usual black NRC school uniform with a violet coloured vest inside the black uniform blazer, the same uniform worn by Vil made you assume that he's in Pomefiore. "Très bien! As expected of Roi du Léon! You truly have senses as sharp as a lion!" 

Said man radiates an aura of finesse, much like Vil and perhaps any Pomefiore students. He lets out a content laugh before finally looking at Vil and you.

He brightly smiled and introduced himself, "Roi de Poison! How delighted am I to see you post-photo shoot! Even after those gruelling hours of standing under the blinding studio lights, you still shine as the first winter snow falls! Beauté!" The blonde male proclaims, a tone of pride and admiration present. He tears his gaze from Vil to look at you, a shocked expression evident on his face as his eyes slightly widen. 

His heart beating against his ribcage rapidly, as if his heart was trying to get away from its cold and solid prison that was trapping it. Seeing you in real life, where he can no longer just admire you from behind a digital picture on your social media, only caressing your photos and selfies from his dimly lit phone screen in the dead of night. He quickly composes himself to hide his immense feeling of euphoria

“If it isn’t the white dove of the modelling trio. What brings you to Night Raven College?” he questioned, looking from both you and Vil. “Are you perhaps together-” his words were cut short by you denying his allegation accompanied by a shake of your head. Oh, how his heart soars when he hears your voice. He always imagined how you would sound but it turns out reality exceeded his expectations.

“Enough with the flattery, Rook. We have a more pressing problem at hand.” Vil intervened, seeing the starstruck gaze in Rook’s eyes. His starstruck expression turns serious as Vil explained in a stern manner. Stalker? Who would dare stalk his beloved dove? “Vil, told me that you can help with this stalker.” you remarked, gesturing towards Vil and eyes staring hopefully at Rook. 

‘A harceleur?! How inacceptable! They’re disrespecting THE divine looking dove! Though why didn’t I see this harceleur à cliquet? I always followed them to make sure they were safely home.’ Rook pondered, so deep in thought that he didn’t realise he was scowling.

‘His face is scary but his stares felt…similar. It was like the one I felt every time I walked home.’ you regard, looking warily at him. “Rook, stop scowling. You’ll get wrinkles and most importantly you’ll scare our guests here.” Vil reprimanded.

“Je suis désolé. I am just infuriated that this has happened to anyone. A harceleur is a scum of this planet. Don’t worry, dove. I’ll help you sort that person out.” he apologise, taking your right hand and kissed it.

From that day on Rook was like your personal bodyguard in a sense and ever since then the feeling of being watched is gone. You think Rook scared them off but how naive you were. “Hey, Rook. Thank you for staying guard but I don’t think you need to do that anymore. You seemed to scare away the stalker.” you stated as the both of you approached your house. He was smiling though the smile never reached his eyes.

“Bien sûr! If they try anything again, tell me and I will not hesitate to help you.” he reassured, bowing before turning to leave. You didn’t get to see the scowl on his face when he had his back turned at you. He was absolutely livid inside. How could you say that you don’t need him to protect you anymore?!

‘I’ll still guard her from the shadow. Just in case.” he believed, he thought he was doing something good for you and he kept justifying it but for you it was terrifying. The feeling of being watched was back but now more intense than before.

‘Ne vous inquiétez pas. I’ll keep you safe.’

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Looking more like a boy

🍎 Epel x fem!reader (fluff) WORD COUNT : : 1.5k

Description- Epel loves his beloved very much, even though they look more manly than him. But what happens when he tries to become more manly himself?

Epel loved (y/n) more than anything he ever had loved before, not only him but his lover knew that too. The whole Pomefiore dorm did, Vil was very happy to see them together though he would comment on one flaw every time this topic was brought up in his presence.

 Only one thing's wrong in their wild relationship, is the perplexity of finding out which one of them is a boy or a girl. God, (y/n) always had to assure him that not to get so overboard on these pathetic matters, but that guy wouldn't have it. Epel gets so angry when someone confuses him with a girl while he's somewhat embarrassed that his girlfriend was so strongly built.

 Even Mr. Vargas sometimes gave an example of her to teach the students to build muscles, Vargas rarely compliments someone else other than his egocentric self on the concept of muscles. But (y/n) begs to differ on that matter. "Mr. Vargas is more female following, I guess." 

 Insecurity is highly available in the love market. Epel dragged, literally dragged, away (y/n) when some delinquent/ jock randomly flipped his arm on her during Magift practice. Be prepared for a long lecture in a very cute voice by the little apple, pun intended. Expecting a change in accent when he started talking was crucial. 

 "Why?! Out of all people . . ." "Ain't I enough for ya?! You don't like me because I ain't muscular?"

 Then there were coddling moments, (y/n) crushed Epel into a hug," God, my idiot boyfriend . . . if I liked muscular guys would I go out with you in the first place?"

 The girl teased him a lot though for his switch in accent. "You sound like a little lion sometimes. . . Kingscholar would be jealous." The apple boy blushed a lot with (y/n) whispering in his ear or touching his face.

 To match her girlfriend in every way Epel tries a little too much than expected.

 One day while experimenting in the laboratory along with Jack Howl for their assessment Epel was multi-tasking with another book hidden under his desk and reading the book which was based on magical pharmaceuticals for the second-year level.

 By chance, Jack spotted the book and scolded him for cheating. Immediately Epel got a switch in his persona and was bomb-barding over the 192cm wolf with his southern comments while spilling his beans at the moment. 

 "You're trying to make a potion that will make you more muscular?" Jack muttered in disbelief, he couldn't fathom at first that why would a cute Pomefiore require such a potion in the first place.

 Epel, being Epel, switched to his regular façade in an instant and was stammering like mad as a hatter. "Oh, !-! I-it's just . . . so t-that I can look a b-bit . . . more masculine... f-for her." It wasn't hidden from anyone that (y/n) (l/n) and Epel were dating but Jack never expected him to go this far to read and understand a high-level medicine book. Jack merely scratched his head, confused about what to say next, "I think Vil-Senpai once told me that taking a body development potion can cause a lot of strain to the body as well as the mind. . ." Epel had his head down, pressed against the desk, "I know that! It's just it's kinda weird that (y/n) looks more like a man than me." 

 Feeling like a good puppy that Jack is he decided to help Epel with the potion considering that it was of vast complexity (and we know that our Tsundere puppy would never admit that he is doing this by heart lol).

    All afternoon Jack and Epel spent their time researching and putting all sorts of herbs and potions into the cauldron. "Epel, focus closely on how the color changes. We don't want to create trouble for ourselves." Jack instructed while putting another herb as designated in the book. Epel nodded," Understood."

 Slowly the color started to fade into a vicious color of red, thick and rich. Jack and Epel both peered down to take a closer look. As the book said it would be welcoming at first glance yet the trick of the potion was to figure out which part was truthful. It hadn't yet been figured out that when was it best to consume the potion. Many theories were concocted for its usage; 'drink it when it turns out a bit bluish', 'it'll smell like rotten eggs at first,' 'don't drink if it's still milk-white,' such and such. 

 "How will we figure out that the potion is drinkable yet-"Jack said, he turned his head only to be at the verge of losing it. Epel was already gorging on the drink, the liquid falling on the floor at each gulp. "E-Epel?! What are you d-doing?" But by then it was already too late. 

 The potion was all gone and all was left was to see if their hard work bore any fruit. Laughter broke out a minute later. "Jack!! I can feel the power surging in me . . . . God, it's amazing!" Jack was baffled, then knowing that everything was alright smirked a little at their success. But then something struck him, Isn't potion supposed to make him taller? Then why is he shrinking... 

 His realization was as late as ever. A poof of purple smoke surrounded Epel and within the blink of an eye . . . vóila! The apple had turned into a cat; A pretty cute one to be exact.

 His eyes were big with their same blue irises and were staring adoringly/in confusion at Jack. "Meow?" Jack took it as 'what the hell happened?' As much as he wanted to lecture Epel the Cat, he couldn't. Stan cuteness.

 Jack cursed the time he decided to be a good puppy and help Epel out, now he was in big trouble than anyone could anticipate. The terrifying image of (y/n) wrathful face started to haunt him, he was sure that Epel had the same thoughts. With swift arms Epel was under Jack's protection, they both headed towards the hall of mirrors to the Pomefiore dorm.

 But but but . . . the goddess of fate had taken a little vacation. In their hurried state they were spotted by the person they both least wanted to see right now.

 "Hey, Jack!!!" 

 "Goddamn it!!" Jack muttered angrily, this couldn't have been the worst time to be killed right now. (y/n) approached him at an unprecedented speed Jack could've reciprocated. He was done for. "What up bro—oh who's this?" (y/n) gazed at Epel with the same affection she would give him when he, you know, is not busy as a cat.

 The girl patted the cat's head, "Is this your pet, Jack?" (y/n) asked. His face flushed red at that question alone, so did Epel's, but in this case, it was his snout. "Uh . . . no . . . (y/n). It's not my pet. . ." Jack stammered, and hard. That day was no good for him. "It's not yours? Then maybe Ruggie's? I've seen him quite getting along with Lucius," the never-ending string of cat-related questions continued with Jack stammering like a fool and Epel losing his shit.

 Finally, in anger, he leaped in (y/n)'s arms. The girl was taken back a bit but materialized because of Epel's soft purring. "It's strange. . . Epel does the same when he's having a rough time. Burying his face in my arms then falling asleep," (y/n) laughed. "Which reminds me . . . have you seen him anywhere?"

 Be prepared to see a dying Jack any minute. 

 A guy, then, approached the group in a hurry, "(y/n)! Vice prez of Octavinelle is looking for you." 

While being dragged away (y/n) called out to tell her if he gets to know anything about Epel do let her know. God bless the anonymous dude who unintentionally saved Jack Howl from being slaughtered. Epel looked relieved too, that and a little triumphant purr.

 Then their venture towards Pomefiore continued. Upon reaching everyone in that glittering dorm showered Epel the Cat with love which was already less required but was, later on, were saved by Vil Schoenheit.

 Jack ushered Vil into a corner with Epel still secured in his arms and narrated the story from top to bottom.

 "YOU WHAT?!" Nobody could understand why their simply composed dorm leader lost his cool all of a sudden.

 Vil already made plans to clear out his afternoon to lecture Jack and Epel thoroughly tomorrow for causing this blunder, but Epel Felmier had to be saved. That night Jack again spent his entire time looking through the potions book with Vil brewing the antidote. Never in his life, Jack went through so much Alchemy and he swore that whatever happened next he wouldn't touch a single Alchemy book (unless it's a test then we can't sue the wolf).

 But one thing was final that he was going to do something lurid to Epel as soon as he gets back to normal, or he isn't Savnnaclaw.

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[luvrbug]

Hello! I saw you needed a request, so I'm here to help! If I may, can I have a scenario with the Pomefiore boys (can be seperate or not, up to you!) x GenderNeutral!Reader who is in Pomefiore and is known to have issues with normal make up for reasons their dormmates doesn't know, but is revealed to be amazing at special effects makeup after they're caught helping out someone get away from the Leech twins? (basically, a reader who is bad at regular makeup but hides they are great at special effects makeup). If you're confused at my request, please contact me and I'll clarify!

Of course! Sorry if this isn't up to my usual standard, i do be having a breakdown!

Tw- Mentions of Blood, Vomit, and Fainting.

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Vil Schoenheit

• Vil absolutely freezes on the spot. His potato? The potato that couldn't do a cutcrease to save their life? Now with blood smeared on their face and skin ripping up, features ripped apart?

• He may or may not be madly in love with you, and the thought of you potentially injured or in pain makes him want to vomit. In fact, he does.

• When you do explain to him that yes, the blood is fake and so are the injuries, he will most likely throw an elegant fit. You got him worried for nothing you stupid potato! Now look at the mess he made on the hardwood. Come and help him clean up, then he can remove the.. stuff.. from your angelic features

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Rook Hunt

• Rook, in his dramatic ways, faints. He's a hunter. He's seen his fair share of blood and gore, but on you? The one that captured his mind more than Roi De Poison (did i do that right?), Injured? Its enough to make a slightly insane hunter faint!

• You must comfort him, Ma cherie! (no idea if i did thag right either. french hard) You've devastated him, almost killed him! The thought of your beautiful features mangled... Absolutely heartbreaking!

• But please. Do console him, he was actually, genuinely terrified. For the first time in a long while. Its rather jarring, you know?

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Epel Felmier

• Goes into panic mode. The only one to actually run over and inspect the fake wounds, and when he sees they're fake, he's both greatly angered and greatly intrigued.

• Teach him. Teach him Please! If its a way he can get out of Beauty routines, count him in!

• But dont scare him like that again! Itbqas pretty scary, you know? (he doesn't want to admit that you being injured makes him want to bawl his eyes out)

[peachykindalovesyou]

L'erreur Du Fou

Rook Hunt x assassin! fem! reader

Word count:: 2k+

Warnings:: gore, character death, blood mentions, weapon/knife mentions

Author’s note:: god damn am i proud of this

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     I was the fool who had made the mistake. I was the madman who had thought I could do this. It was an assignment from my boss, I couldn’t decline. Just one more wipeout, and I am in his favor. I was his greatest, one of the best. I honored him; I was a mascot to our team.

     He always said he would leave the best for last, but my victim, my prey, he was one unlike the others. Fast, diligent, flexible, astounding, he was the ideal target for pride. I was all of those things as well, yes, but the way he portrays his ability is simply magnificent. Fast yet delicate strides, quiet graceful gazes, however he did it, I must know as well.

     This was the night I would strike him. Tonight, I will have the power others have dreamed of, I could have the power no one else could have; Something of unimaginable potential. With those abilities, I will be different from the rest, superior, even. This is all I’ve ever wanted and craved, to be the favored by my peers. 

     The corridor was dark, moonlight shown through the glass stained with the seven sins. Chandeliers with stunning crystals decorated the ceiling. The floor was marbled and etched with strokes of grey and blue, with every step I took, it echoed in a symphonic way. The light sound of ballroom music could be heard faintly. 

     Even if this is the night I charge, I still had my doubts. I blocked them out as well as I could, hiding them away in the deepest depths of my thoughts. Everything I seemed to do never worked, it always shot me like a bullet. I must do it; I need to get this job finished. But my heart, my heart desires him. ‘The heart wants what it wants’ is what they always told me; they were all right.

     For my victim, my target, my prey, he drew me in, just as some simple prey like him should. I felt as if he could see right through me, he isn’t supposed to. ‘The Hunter Of Love’ he proclaimed himself, for it seems he was right as well. All of his romantic gestures and enchanting features had me head deep in passion.

     He should be attending the ball soon; I have come here to this corridor to ready myself for what’s to come. Just beyond this hallway, is an astonishing, breathtaking event. The walls and floors painted in gold. The décor was  miraculous, it all seemed unrealistic. The food and beverages prepared for the ball were so aesthetically placed, you wouldn’t dare to take a bite.

     The people who attended were only invited of the utmost honor of the headmaster of Night Raven College, the most prestige and powerful academy of this world. Only the most phenomenal wizards and magicians were ever enrolled. All regions from all over Twisted Wonderland were welcomed to this event; That would mean, The Rose Kingdom, The Coral Sea, The Land Of Pyroxene, Jubilee Port, The Land Of Hot Sands, Afterglow Savanna, Valley Of Thorns, Village Of Harvest, and The Isle Of Lamentation.

    I continued walking, keeping an eye out for the hunter. The music only got louder and louder the further I walked, as expected. Sound of piano and violin could be heard through the door, it was so beautiful. My long dress cascaded down my hips, long black cloth drug across the shiny and clean marbled floor, the sleeves and sheer outer coat were scattered with silver sequins and small diamond studs.

    As the giant door had finally opened, I saw a large amount of people gathered together in the ballroom. I held the invitation in my hands; readying myself for what’s to come. The ghost guards stood in front of the entrance, ordering me to hand in my invitation. I nodded, placing the black and gold envelope in their gas like hands. Stepping in, I had finally spotted him. There he stood, black suit, shiny blonde hair, piercing green eyes, to top it off; his smile was like none of the others, it stood out in the crowd of magicians.

    He glanced in my direction, waving goodbye to the other guests, and walking towards me. I kept my composer, standing straight and giving him a thick silence. “Good evening, Mademoiselle (Y/n). Are you enjoying yourself?” He bowed down, taking my hand, and pressing a soft kiss to my knuckles. “I cannot say, for I’ve just arrived.” He gave me a wider smile, standing upright and tilting his head to the side. “That’s a shame, Ma Cherie. Well, the dance is starting soon, would you like to join me?” He held out his gloved hand, waiting for my response. “I would be honored, Monsieur Hunt.” With that, he led me to the middle of the ballroom where the main event began. I waited; it would take me a while to get him where I need him.

    “Ma Cherie, is there a specific reason you’ve decided to join us today? Of course, other than the fact that all students and instructors were invited.” His breath fanned my neck and we swayed in sync. “No, I just thought I’d enjoy myself for once. I’ve been very stressed lately, work outside of school is difficult catching up with.”

    He slid his hand down my waist, pulling me in closer; Just as he always does. “What kind of work do you do? I’m curious. Writing? Photography? Modeling? Mayhap, hunting-“ He’s onto me. “-For a new one already?” Or not. I chuckled at him, trying to brush off his last comment. “No no, I’d rather keep my private like private, thank you very much.” My feet moved with his, swirling around the ballroom in smooth circles. “And why is that? Are you afraid of me catching you red handed?” My brain froze, avoiding his questions smoothly. “Well, Mr. Hunt, I like to keep my life private for the same reason we close doors when using the restroom.”

    “My, Ma Cherie, what a brave soul you are for speaking such a thing out loud; What have you to hide?” He laughed at my last comment, but I am not a comedian for say. “Well, for starters, I have been keeping quiet about how charming you look this evening.” My boss always said the key to conversating with a hunter is bravery, keep them on their toes. “Oh mon! Thank you Ma Lapin, how very kind of you~” His voice enticed me even further, it was smooth, deep.

    “Oh? Ma Cherie, you seem to have lost track.” He tapped my shoulder and I snapped out of my daze; I was far too deep in his spell. His masculine features and charming touches were absolutely captivating. The way he drew me in was no laughing matter, his praises had me above the clouds, and his smile; his smile is what had me shamelessly spellbinded to him. The moment he had flashed me that heavenly grin is when I knew he would be the end of my career; he would be the end of me.

    “Ma Cherie, if you could, I would like to have a talk with you.” He spoke in a serious tone, and I couldn’t help but follow along. “Of course, is there anything specific you would like to discuss?” I followed along side him down the corridor. “Yes. You seem to be a bit out of it lately, is something on your mind?” Did he know? “No, it seems I’m just a little charmed by you tonight.” Would praise get me out of this? “Mademoiselle (Y/n), I am by far endured by your praise, but please, do not avoid the question. I am a hunter, studying someone is what I do best. I know there is something picking at you.”

    We stood in front of the stained glass, the blue moonlight hitting his angelic features so perfectly. The tinted glass was painted with something, the sin of lust and love. ‘Eros’ as some would call it, ‘Aphrodite’ the people said, ‘Asmodeus’ is lesser known. But to me, the sin, the décor, it’s all nothing but a joke. A sick and twisted joke to get everyone to believe that what they do matters, but we all die in the end. There is no use in doing what you love, there is no use finding love, there is no use following the belief that love is real.

    “Well, nothing in particular has been itching at me. I guess I am just a bit…distracted tonight.” Tonight…tonight…TONIGHT! He drew me in too far, I was supposed to be the one drawing him in. I fell for his charm, I fell for his dirty tricks, I fell for…him. Because of him, I will fail my mission. My pride, my honor, it will all be torn down to pieces once my boss sees me in the hands of ‘The Hunter Of Love’. I stayed quiet, waiting for an answer from him, but it never seemed to come.

    “…Rook Hunt, The Hunter Of Love, a beauty of the Pomefiore dorm, the assistant of Vil Schoenheit himself, it seems I have…” I ran away from my statement, this isn’t supposed to be happening, this cannot be true. “…Fallen for me?” He finished my sentence and I hold back a cry. I stayed quiet, but I have yet to leave myself vulnerable in front of him. “Well?” He took a step forward, tilting my head up with his thumb and pointer finger.

    Normally people would try to deny their love for someone. “Yes, I have fallen for you. But for that, I despise you as well. You’ve ruined me, you’ve stolen my pride, I’m only a toy for someone to play around with. But as the adults have always said ‘Put your toys away when you’re done with them.’ And it seems you’ve forgotten to.

    His eyes widened; a look of shock painted over his face. “Ma Cherie, you could not really mean that, could you? Falling for me? Hating me?” He seemed heartbroken. Had I got through him? It’s hard to tell, he’s never like this. “I-…” I paused my answer, letting my tears glide down my rosy cheeks. He let out a gasp, now was my chance. I quickly turn us around, stepping forward until he was backed up against the wall. “Rook Hunt, you are the only thing holding me back from what I truly want, I’m sorry for thi-”

    I didn’t get a chance to finished before he turned the tables, he had his hand to my throat and a hunting knife to my neck. “Ma Cherie, if you are really planning on assassinating me for power, that is truly a shame. I understand how you feel, killing someone you love is the hardest part of that life.” He pressed the knife into my neck with more pressure, small droplets of blood painted my skin. “I- R-Rook, P-pleas-e-“ I put my hand on his wrist, only for him to more pressure.

    “Mademoiselle (Y/n), it is time for your career to end. You’ve wanted this for the longest time, right? But I won’t let you go without a proper goodbye.” The weapon fully slid through my throat, choking on the crimson liquid, and coughing it up, Rook pressed his lips to mine. He held me with such passion, as I slowly lost breath in his arms. He pulled away, blood staining his lips and clothing. “Ma Cherie, I love you.”

    I reached my hand out to him, but it was too late. The knife had been slit through my throat, and I shut my eyes for good. His words echoed in my head as I the last glance I got of him was him pressing his lips to my dying body, a tragedy, Night Raven College’s best assassin, defeated by Rook Hunt.

[cheapshrimpysheep]

You Will Stop the Wedding! - Jamil Viper

SUMMARY: YOU were the one being kidnapped by Princess Eliza to marry her. How would he react and how would he save you? With the aggravation of he already having a crush on you.

CHARACTERS: Jamil Viper x Reader

TAGS: Fluff; GN Reader; Declaration

WORD COUNT: 1.260 words

Riddle Rosehearts / Leona Kingscholar / Azul Ashengrotto / Jamil Viper / Vil Schoenheit / Idia Shroud / Malleus Draconia

Rescuing You - Deuce Spade; Jack Howl; Floyd Leech; Kalim Al-Asim

COMMENTS: What have I done? Why did I commit to writing this? And why did I write so much? Why was I so inspired? There were seven of them! Why do I do this to myself? So yeah, this took me a long time. But I hope it was worth it, for me and for you.

CONTEXT: Someone was kidnapped to marry some ghost princess and might end up turning into a ghost too. And they just found out that someone was you.

Jamil was not present at the Housewarden's meeting, since he isn't one. But it didn't take long for Kalim to tell him, especially because he was panicking. He starts saying loose sentences about ghosts, kidnapping, marriage and especially your name. Jamil gets very serious and asks Kalim to stop for a few seconds, calm down a little and explain things clearly. And if that doesn't work, he has a plan B: ask one of the other Housewardens. Riddle would be an excellent choice.

After fully understanding what is happening, he himself panics for a moment. But then he clears his throat and calms himself down. He asks, no, he orders Kalim to stay safe in Scarabia while he joins the others in the rescue groups. When Kalim tries to convince Jamil to let him help them, Jamil gets straight to the point and says it's dangerous, both for him and for you. Does he really want to risk ruining everything? It's your life that's at stake here! Jamil was being harsher than usual, but Kalim knew why, and promised that he would stay in Scarabia hoping that everything would go well. He would behave well for Jamil and for you.

However Jamil is too cautious to simply believe him. So most likely, without Kalim noticing, Jamil will put him to sleep or something with some spell or with his Snake Wisper. You know, just in case.

Jamil asked to be in the last group. A little like Azul, he is the type to first analyse all angles of the situation before forming a more appropriate plan.

When it's the last group's turn, whenever someone needs to stay behind to tie up the ghosts, Jamil tells one of the others to do it. He always managed to show himself as a good strategist and someone who conveys the confidence of a leader, so the others just followed this order without questioning much. His behavior showed that he seemed to have a plan in place. He ends up being the only one to arrive at the ceremony hall.

He could follow the plan, but he knew himself well in this regard. He is good at hiding his true feelings, but he is not good at showing feelings that are antagonistic to his true ones. The princess would definitely notice this as she noticed some of the others' strategies. For these reasons he had a plan B, but still wanted to try the original plan.

“Your majesty, you must stop this wedding. You are taking with you someone who doesn't want to be with you. If you don't marry someone who loves you back, both of your lives... afterlives? will be miserable. And that's why I'm here. Please accept me as your husband and I promise to do everything in my power to make your afterlife wonderful.” Everything was going well, until he proposed to her husband.

The princess said out loud the same thing that you also noticed. In these sentences his emotion almost disappeared, showing that he was lying. And she accused him of trying to deceive her.

Jamil sighed. He was now forced to follow plan B, which he never really likes to follow. Be honest.“You are correct, your majesty. I was lying. But-” Before he could continue speaking the princess ordered the guards to catch him. And he had a plan for that too.

He managed to dodge all the ghost guards and was heading towards the altar where you and the princess were. But one thing wasn't part of his plan: One of the guards turning into a giant ghost. Obviously he still tried to fight and did his best, but he still lost against the guard. As soon as the guard caught him, the princess wasted no time in slapping him, she didn't want to hear his excuses.

However, Jamil remained able to move. Everyone gasps, including the princess. When the guards ask what's going on, the princess says it can only mean one thing. The thing is that her slap is capable of petrifying anyone, except those who have already found their true love. The reaction from all NRC students is like "What the F-?!" And Jamil’s reaction was to lower his head to try to make his hair hide his face.

Then he lifted it again, with an upset and slightly obscured expression on his face. He really hated exposing himself like that, but at that moment, it was his last shot to save you. “Do you want the truth? I'm here for someone, yes, but not for you. I'm here for the person you kidnapped to force to be your partner.” She starts to say that she didn't kidnap or force anyone. “Your delusion disgusts me.” The guard shakes him, threatening him not to insult the princess.

But now the princess is interested. He was there for you? So why did he ask to marry her? “Because we had a plan.” Jamil admits, as if he's had enough and just wants to resolve everything once and for all. “Making you accept one of us as a husband to put a ring on your finger that would send you to the afterlife.” The princess is offended and feels attacked by that. And while she and the guard start to say how outrageous that is, Jamil looks at the princess again, but this time with a condescending look.

“If you're going to take someone with you, take me then. Let (Y/N) go. Let me go in their place. From a young age I learned that part of my job would be to be willing to give my life for someone. Let me give my life for someone I lo... care about, then.” He couldn't fake something like this that well.

And, out of nowhere, the princess started to feel sorry for herself and jealous of you. Having someone willing to give their life for you like that. This was the greatest proof of love anyone could give. How she wished she had someone like that for herself too. And this was the opportunity that the guard who was in love with her found to declare himself and say that he would give his life for her, after all, technically, he had already done so.  And that whole ending of the princess realizing that she loved him too happens, they get married and happily ever after.

As soon as the guard releases Jamil, he runs to you. “Are you well? Are you hurt?” You were petrified, but shortly afterwards you could move again. Jamil never left your side until the ghosts left.

After everything and while the first-years were getting ready to tidy up and clean the cafeteria, you asked Jamil to wait a bit. You leave the room so you can talk alone. He couldn't look at you, and he was trying to hide his face with his hands or his hair. He had practically already declared himself to you during all that madness. So you decide it's your turn to tell him that you feel the same way about him. He looks at you in surprise and you can see how flattered he was.

Knowing now that your feelings were mutual, he becomes kind of smug. “Does that mean you would give your life for me too? That you would serve me if necessary? *chuckle* Don't worry, I'm just messing with you. Unless you don't mind.” You say you would, at least, kiss him right there and then. He holds you by the waist. “Be my guest.”

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[twisted-eels]

Enduring:: Vil Schoenheit X Reader

✦ This was originally meant to be part of the 7 Leaders, 7 Prompts challenge by @rainebowkitty​. But I got carried away and didn’t properly stick to the prompt (it’s inspired by it though, does that count?)

✦ The random dorm leader I got was…. Vil Schoenheit

✦ The number generator I used resulted in this prompt number four. You’re at this dorm leader’s funeral as their friend/lover as you remember them and the times you shared fondly. Don’t get too attached to this prompt, this doesn’t really focus on memories

You’ve been like this for days. You see a familiar smile, or a glimpse of his blond and purple hair. Everywhere you go you see pieces of him. You see his walk in the strangers on the street. His pristine makeup in the advertisements littering the cities. He haunts you without needing to be a ghost, your mind does all the work for him.

The Pomefiore dorm is the worst place for you. Everywhere you look there’s a reminder of him. A painting draws to mind his voice, you remember a harsh criticism of the unbalanced brushstrokes. The hallways have the click of his heels resonating throughout them. Even though you know that his shoes are all neatly packed into boxes, alone and untouched in his room.

His room. Perhaps his room is worse.

The scent of his cologne lingers in his room, whether real or imaginary you can’t quite tell. His favourite makeup products are lined up on his vanity table, first by brand, then by function. Some of them are half empty from use, not your use, but his. Every now and then you pick up one of the various bottles, the weight in your hands. Some of them you recall gifting to him, recommendations that came straight from your own beauty routine. Others came from his many sponsorships, modelling had its perks.

However there’s always someone reminding you that he’s gone. Despite all these traces of him, Vil Schoenheit is no longer around. It appears in the looks Pomefiore students give you, filled with sympathy. It appears in Rook, now the dorm leader, and Epel, who he took under his wing as the new vice leader. 

The moments when Rook appears to escort you back to your dorm always manages to fill you with tears. Each and every night has been spent crying like this, ruining the makeup that Vil would have wanted you to preserve.

People say that it gets easier over time, but the grief you feel hangs over you like a thick cloud. One that you don’t think will ever go away.

You almost didn’t want to go to the funeral. It would’ve been too much for you. The thought of seeing his body in the coffin, the thousands of fans mourning outside the church… but you had to go. 

One look at the coffin, a transparent glass that showed him as beautiful even in death, and you wanted to leave. It’s too much for you to bear. Vil is dead. Even if he looks like he’s simply asleep. You half expect him to wake up and scold you, tell you that your glum expression ruins your pretty face. Realistically you know that it will never happen. A small part of you hopes for it though, for it would mean that he’s well and truly alive.

A hand is placed on your shoulder, a show of comfort from a well meaning relative of his. 

“It’ll all be ok dear, he’s watching over you.”

You didn’t realise that you were capable of laughing as bitterly as you did upon hearing that. It’s no comfort. If Vil were watching you, he’d only be disappointed by how completely destroyed you’ve been over his death. Your emotions have been dragging you around in the most unseemly way, tarnishing what he valued most about you. Your beauty. 

He’d want you to remain dignified, even when weeping by his coffin. You know that well enough, despite never asking his opinion on the matter while he was alive.

You kindly dismiss their words, excusing yourself to the restroom before the funerary service begins. 

One look in the mirror shows that you’re beyond a mess. You thought you used waterproof eyeliner and mascara, but black waves of makeup are cascading down your cheeks. Uneven eye shadow adds insult to injury. To go near Vil, dead or alive, like this would be the gravest insult, especially when you always ensured you looked perfect for him. It’s a good thing he got you into the habit of carrying makeup around. This is exactly the kind of situation he wanted you taking this precaution for.

When you emerge from the restroom you look like a completely different person, both in appearance and demeanor. Each footstep feels like a herculean task, even though it looks like an effortless glide to those in attendance. You manage to make your way to the church pew, and sit down. Inside you’re still the same torrent of emotion, but externally you’re unflinchingly stoic. People could mistake you for the corpse, you’re so still and unfeeling.

This is your own way of respecting his memory, by continuing on as he would have wanted. You will endure the feeling. You will struggle, you will cry. There will be days where it’s all too much, and days where you can feel the pain fading. 

But no matter what, you always have, and always will, love and honour Vil Schoenheit.

[mystical-lemonade]

If requests are open, could I request Riddle, Azul, and Vil having their first time with their virgin s/o? Gender Neutral if you don't mind. I just saw your "First Time" headcanons, and since they seemed to portray the reader as having experience, I was wondering how they'd respond to the reader being just as inexperienced as them. Or even more so lol. If you don't wanna, I understand! Either way, have an amazing day/night/etc. :)

Warnings: Explicit Content, NSFW

Word count:

Pairings: Riddle Rosehearts x gn!reader, Azul Ashengrotto x gn!reader, Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

If Riddle were to live in our universe, the only way to describe his knowledge of and mentality around sex is as follows: Strict Conservative Catholic Education

Meaning, Riddle has no idea about how sex really works

He knows it’s used for making babies and lots of people do it for fun as well, but the mechanics of it?

Absolutely no knowledge whatsoever

And if you think Riddle has ever considered watching porn think again

So when you two finally do decide to do the deed? The experience is painful

Riddle undoes his pants puts a condom on, then puts his penis inside you

Unprepared, unlubricated, just shoves his half hard penis in

He will then leave it there for about 20-30 seconds before pulling out

Probably even says something like “Mother was right. Sex is unfulfilling and quite boring, I see no reason to repeat such an awful experience again.”

Riddle would unfortunately be upset if he noticed that you bled on his sheets.

Here’s to hoping that this doesn’t end your relationship, and that this painful experience does not ruin any future perceptions of what sex should be like.

Wowie is it going to be awkward at first

He would just be blunt and blurt out “would you have sex with me” at some point

Probably undresses himself and expects you to do the same

Please don’t laugh at him but, Azul keeps both his glasses and socks on

Azul has no clue what to do with his hands or where he can and can’t look

Because he would very much like to appreciate getting to see his partner fully exposed for the first time

But Azul also doesn’t want to look like a slobbering creep as he takes in the moment

Generally has to fight of the urge to cry as you two kiss and shyly start to explore what does and doesn’t feel good

Azul is just so stunned by your willingness to accept and love him as he is enough that you bare yourself to him completely

That show of trust just makes his heart explode with adoration for you

The emotional sappy side goes away nearly immediately after the two of you start having sex proper

Because Azul would not only be embarrassed by the sounds having sex creates

But also the fact he wouldn’t last too long in bed, orgasming quite quickly

Azul would probably start crying and apologizing from sheer embarrassment.

Vil is quite alright with his significant other being inexperienced.

Having some experience himself Vil knows vaguely what is expected for him to do to pleasure a partner

So Vil is more than happy to take charge with that and just serve you

He will of course ask you if you have ever masturbated before

Just so he gets an idea of what will and will not make this experience enjoyable for you

If you haven’t that’s fine as well, it just means he gets the honour of participating in your first exploration into what sexual pleasure is like for you

Generally would take his time and be very gentle with you

Lots of loving touches and tender kisses

Plus plenty of preparation and foreplay

Not to mention the most stellar aftercare you could ever receive.

This request made me cackle when I saw it. Riddle is just. Hopeless. I pray for any virgin Riddle stans who wanted something indulgent and sweet. Vil is an absolute sweetheart to his virgin s/o

If you enjoyed this post and want to read more from me feel free to check out previous wishes or make one of your own.

Sincerely, Jupiter