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rs-wonderland · 1 year
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Epel: i'd kill for you!
Yuu: ?
Epel looking at the savanaclaw students who made fun of him: Please ask me to kill for you.
Yuu: -_-
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michelletsw · 2 years
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The first years with overbolts:
Y/n: Time for plan G.
Ace: Don’t you mean plan B?
Y/n: No, we tried plan B a long time ago. I had to skip over plan C due to technical difficulties.
Deuce : What about plan D?
Y/n: Plan D was that desperate disguise attempt half an hour ago.
Jack: What about plan E?
Y/n: I’m hoping not to use it. Sebak dies in plan E.
Ace : plan E sounds nice.
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random-twst-things · 1 year
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Mc/Y/N/Yuu: I am an expert at identifying birds.
Ace: Okay, what about those ones flying over there?
Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Those? *points* Yeah, they're all birds.
Ace: Dude, you better come get your S/O or itsg-
Epel: I mean- they aren't technically wrong
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tzuyusluv · 9 months
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❥ Kisses With Pomefiore
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genre -> fluff
pairing(s) -> pomefiore dorm x reader
warnings -> bullying/teasing in epel’s, nothing much tbh
word count -> tba
summary -> kisses with the pomefiore dorm
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Vil Schoenheit | A Kiss During A Scene
“Alright! Time to shoot the kiss scene and then we’re done for the day!” Walking up to the set where Vil stood was intimidating, knowing that in a few moments you would have to kiss him. It made your heart beat out of your chest. “Alright action!” Saying your lines that would eventually push Vil’s character to kiss you. When you finish, you wait patiently for Vil’s actions. He leans forward and connects your lips gently. Pressing down hard but not forcefully. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected your lips. “Cut! That was perfect!” The director shouts, snapping you out of your thoughts. The assistants take you to your trailer where you get ready for bed. Vil on the other hand was thinking about how perfect of an actor you were and he wouldn’t mind playing the villain if it meant he got to kiss you.
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Rook Hunt | A Forehead Kiss
“Mon Amour!” You jump in surprise when Rook appears out of nowhere and presses a kiss to your forehead. “Oh Mon Amour how I’ve missed you!” He exclaims with a hand on his chest. “Rook, we were just in class. I just sat two people away from you.” You stare at him with a fond smile. “Oh Mon Amour, if it was up to me, I would have you in my arms all day.”
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Epel Felmier | A Kiss To Prove A Point
You could faintly hear some students tease Epel around the corner. You didn’t want to interrupt and give them even more teasing material. “I’ll prove it too you! I will!” You could hear the angry in Epel’s voice. “Hey! Come here!” Epel calls you over and your eyes widen in surprise before you quickly make your way over there. You stand beside him and wait for what you were needed for. Epel got closer and closer before he eventually just pressed his lips to yours harshly yet loving. You just barely melt into it before he pulls away. “There! I proved it!” He proudly exclaimed to the other students. They just grumbled before leaving. “Sorry about that, I just need to prove something to them.” Epel explains sheepishly. It’s silent for a moment before he breaks it again. “Y’know, I think I have to prove something else.” His cheeks are getting redder and redder. “I need to prove to you that I actually love you and I didn’t just kiss you to get them away from me.”
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demon-lover-669 · 10 months
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Y/n: I’d never! Never ever! Ever fuck Rook!
Rook: *walks past in his club wear*
Y/n: *hand over mouth* am I a monster
Epel: you can not be attracted to that
Y/n: epel shut up! That man could literally desecrate me
Rook: 👁️👄👁️
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cyath · 9 months
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Drawing inspired by @azulashengrottospiano
Here's the fic read for context! vv
NCR'S paint chip project -hickory brown
(clicked on it for a better view)
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cvlutos · 1 year
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MUNDANE!!
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♰ | Apr.17th.2023 | —K |
♰ | Epel Felmier | Gn!Reader
♰ | Romantic | Tooth-Rotting Fluff | Established Relationship | Epel really loves you | Marriage |
♰ | Synopsis: This is your life with him. It's utter bliss.
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His hands do so much for you...
Light-blue eyes focused solely on your face, dancing across your skin, drinking in your features, forgetting about the multiple papers scattered across the old wooden hand carved table, a old wedding gift passed down generation to generation. That now rests in your dining room with a wobbly leg that needs to be replaced, yet always brushed off until the table tilts and knocks over his morning apple tasted coffee. A old table covered in scratches and cuts, yet hidden beneath both you and his work.
His hands gently cup your face, thumbs slowly dragging along the fullness of your cheeks, dragging along your nose and lips that taste slightly sweet. Your heart beats fast in your chest as you smile. Watching his eyes practically light up at the subtle motion, he fights back a widening grin, yet his sun redden cheeks flush with subtle color.
No matter how many times you sit in front of him, facing each other as your knees touch, as you gently press your palms against the back of his hands. No matter how many evenings after a long day of picking apples and managing the numerous jobs that come with running an apple orchard. From fighting off pesky crows or nosy children hungry for ripe fruit. It's a mundane life. One of routine yet freedom.
You watch his lips curl upwards, his nose slowly rubbing against yours. Earning a soft laugh, as he promises the entirety of your and his lifetime to this. To this simplicity.
From busy hot days, to carrying heavy apple crates, that he demands he carries, or chatting with neighboring farmers, sharing their fresh vegetables for a delicious apple pie.
To simply ending the day by sitting on the porch and watching the sunset. With mugs of tea. Or coffee. Or of whatever it is you fancy, growing cold and forgotten as you sit in silence. Comfortable silence. While he holds your hand in his tight, silently promising that this and yet to come, would be alright, and that he'd be here for you. Always.
He do so much for you...
Holding his hands, your fingers grazing over his knuckles and you pull them from your face. Squeezing them tightly, before pressing your lips against his skin. His hands littered in the tiniest scars from working, from splinters to accident cutting himself with a knife cause of his impatient, that he simply laughed as you rinsed his hand under cool water. Hands that have changed from his school years, hands that he feels slight shame for. Hands that you love and kiss, that has him sucking in a breath.
"..."
His voice above a whisper as he stares at you with wide eyes. No matter how old he grows, he's never once lost his pretty features, his long lashes and pink lips. Light-blue eyes that never change, that's filled with such love and adoration. With admiration. And as you pull away, entwining his hands in yours and pressing them against your knees, your eyes lock onto Epel's.
I love you...
It's like a whisper of wind, one that makes you laugh as flurry of kisses graze your face. Laughing between each kiss, practically lunging onto you, forcing you further into the back of the dining chair, still clinging onto your hands. While a silver ring band, bumps against yours.
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ⓒ 2023 cvlutos — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.
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ᴘᴏᴍᴇꜰɪᴏʀᴇ
╰┈➤ ❝ as one of the oldest of the seven, the beautiful queen has left behind a flame of ambition and drive that can never truly be snuffed out. many children of man restlessly aim for a place in the sun; believing that, if they only work their hardest, they will surely be rewarded. ❞
[f.], [m.] → female / male reader respectively | [pl.] → platonic | [g.] → general / no reader | [sug.] → suggestive | [hc] → headcanons | [os] → oneshot | [sh.] → short scenario | [s.] → part of a series | [a.] → angst
ᴠɪʟ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴇɴʜᴇɪᴛ
3 halloween tales [a. | hc]
a brush away [os]
accidentally ignoring him [hc]
almost forgetting your birthday [hc]
amaranthine [os]
being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.] [part 2] [side story]
brushing his hair [pl. | hc]
comforting him after his overblot + confession [hc]
dancing with him [hc]
distorted memories (dystopian au) [g. | a. | hc]
falling into his arms [hc]
finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]
finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]
fluff alphabet: o [hc]
huli jing!reader x lover!vil [os | a.]
i want to hold the hand inside you [hc]
joining him in the hot springs [hc]
love languages [hc]
playing the pocky game with him [hc]
relationship headcanons [hc]
rivals to lovers au [hc]
s/o coughs up blood [hc]
s/o suddenly being transported back to their world [sh.]
study date [hc]
taking care of vil during halloween week [hc]
tall!mc who loves bear hugs [hc]
things to do with him [pl. or romantic | hc]
trivia headcanons [g.]
wedding headcanons [hc]
with a drunk s/o [hc]
with an s/o who has social anxiety [hc]
ʀᴏᴏᴋ ʜᴜɴᴛ
11pm [os]
"could you say that again?” “eere you not listening?” “no I was, I just like hearing your voice." [os]
"get out of my head" [os]
being re-incarnated into a new world as the bad guy [s.]
brushing his hair [pl. | hc]
calling him cute [hc]
finding doodles of him in his crush's notebook [hc]
flower field date [hc]
forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else's [hc]
hit you once, hit you twice [os]
kissing his s/o [hc]
leaving a kiss mark on him...and how long it takes him to realize [hc]
love languages [hc]
playing the pocky game with him [hc]
reacting to a sudden ambush [hc]
tackling overworked s/o [hc]
s/o coughs up blood [hc]
with an mc who can mimic voices [hc]
with an s/o who has ptsd [hc]
with an s/o who is a writer [hc]
ᴇᴘᴇʟ ꜰᴇʟᴍɪᴇʀ
a sight to behold [pl. or romantic | os]
adopting a pet with him [hc]
au where he plays twst [g. | hc]
cuddle time [hc]
easily flustered s/o [hc]
feral!mc ready to defend their man [hc]
finding out their s/o has cheated on them [a. | hc]
if only you had stayed [a. | pl. or romantic | hc]
late night driving [hc]
racoons interrupt your date [hc]
under the mistletoe with him [hc]
when he accidentally kabe-dons you [hc]
when he falls in love [hc]
when mc turns into a baby [hc]
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Epel and Rook With A S/o That Is Usually Quiet and Calm Become Unhinged
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Idk what’s happened to me, I’m becoming a simp for literally every first year- What’s next, I GO CRAZY FOR ACE??? 😰
Characters: Epel, Rook x Reader
Warnings? None.
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Epel Felmier
Epel is overjoyed, be needs someone else to be as unhinged as he can be sometimes. He loves you being calm and let’s be real you’re the reason why Vil hasn’t totally lost at times, being able to calm him down and what not.
He does feel bad sometimes though knowing he’s the reason most of the time for you getting in trouble. So it was nice when you went unhinged since you two were having your chaotic moment together and Epel didn’t feel like you were babysitting him.
The sound of your laugher makes Epel smiles more… God, you have an enchanting laugh right?
The back and forth playful banter? That’s what he loves.
Don’t get him wrong he loves you just as much when you’re more calm and taking care of everyone, making sure no one gets into too much trouble. It’s refreshing to him though when he sees you enjoying truely enjoying yourself and actively being cheeky and mischievous with him. It might have something to do with you to planning your prank on Vil whilst you were on your high
Epel feels like that night will be the night he treasures for so many moons. One of his favourites that’s for sure. He won’t ever forgot this day, and… He might’ve fallen in love with you all over again.
Rook Hunt
I’m not even gonna lie he probably at least had a slight clue about this unhinged side of you (In my own opinion though I feel like almost everyone has a little chaotic side to them) Rook isn’t the type to be easily surprised.
He’s happy to see yourself happy, as well showing more of your authentic self. It warms him to know that you trust him enough to show it to him.
Rook may know a lot about you but when people are relaxed, and chaotic doing what they want to do without judgement it makes people show sides of them that some might not even know about so he’s happy how he’s learning new things about you, even if some might think it’s boring he’s slowly put pieces together how your head works
He will admit that he never thought it would happen but still. The fact that you allowed him in and showed this side of yourself wanted his heart also piecing together your brain
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morgandoesstuffsig · 1 year
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— AND I'LL GIVE YOU ALL YOU EVER NEED, EVER NEED!
— twstw boys attempts at courting you p.1
— e. felmier, piomefire, 16yro
— no c.w
— sfw + hc form
— a/n; trying out new formats🤭 also very short
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— : ☆ EPEL F.
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my little skrunkly
hes very soft spoken with you
he may not be very talkative but that doesnt stop him from being competitive and short tempered
he never loses his temper with you though
you don't treat him differently because of how he looks
why should he give you a cold shoulder?
he only realizes his feelings later
like
later later
when he gains the courage to try and court you, he takes it slow
gift giving, small words of affirmation, etc.
when he gains more courage to confess
hes going to leave you a note somewhere only you will find it
you two meet up in private somewhere
confession below
"Yuu! You actually came..!" Epel said surprised.
"You called for me, didnt you?"
"Yeah, I did." He smiled at you.
"Well, what's up?"
"I have something to tell you... if you dont feel the same, hopefully we can still be friends but I wanted to tell you that..." he took a deep breath.
"...that you mean a lot to me. More than a friend. More than a "bestie." I... I love you, Yuu. I guess you could call me an apple because uh, I fell for you..." He said, blushing from embarrassment at the cringeworthy pickup line he said at the end.
"Will you... Yuu [L/N], take me to be your boyfriend?"
— : ☆ EPEL F.
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tingerines · 1 year
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Pairing: Epel x GN!Reader Genre: Fluff
In this world, soulmates do exist.
No one knows when they will meet theirs or if they ever will, but chances of the latter is very unlikely.
See, the universe has a funny way of bringing two destined souls together; in this case, soulmates are brought together through music.
As a result, it isn’t strange for one, or two, or even a dozen people to suddenly start singing in the middle of the street. The more fortunate members of society are able to contain this urge, and you’re fortunately one of them.
But balance is a must.
So, while most soulmates will start singing the same song no matter where or how far apart they are, you have to deal with a song playing on repeat in your head for an undisclosed amount of time. It’s similar to how people say they have a catchy song stuck in their head, but you hear your soulmate’s voice singing to you instead.
Luck is truly on your side though, because you think that your soulmate has one of the loveliest voices that you’ve ever heard.
Or do you only think that because it’s your soulmate?
You wonder what they must be like. Definitely an interesting person based only on their music taste — which is completely random. They could be singing a tune that probably should belong in an opera and suddenly change to a song about baking a cake the next.
You never knew what to expect from them, least of all silence.
But that’s exactly what you got today.
If this wasn’t something out of the ordinary, you wouldn’t have been so worried. But you couldn’t help but think of all the things that could be wrong.
It’s for this reason that you’ve dragged your friends out to the nearest tea shop: to worry incessantly about someone you haven’t even met yet.
“No, I’m telling you that they have never not sung, Ace,” you groan while rubbing your eyes with the palms of your hands. “What if they tripped on their way to work and cracked multiple teeth, or something?”
Ace looks up at you with utter unamusement on his face as he takes another sip of his bubble tea, “that’s pretty dramatic, y/n. Maybe they’re just busy.”
“I mean, isn’t it nice to have some peace and quiet? They’ll probably go back to singing by tonight,” Jack offers before you could say anything else. “It could be worse.”
“How’s that?” you sigh before occupying yourself by taking small sips of your matcha latte.
“Our friend from college has never heard his soulmate’s voice — well, not since he was little.”
“Are you serious?” you raise an eyebrow, feeling a bit skeptical about this information.
But you weren’t one to talk; you’d always opted to wait until the late hours of the night to sing. A small part of you reasoned that you only did so to not disturb your soulmate throughout the day. But the bigger part of you knows that you’re just afraid to embarrass yourself.
“Yeah, you can ask him yourself,” Jack nods before nudging his chin towards the space behind you.
“What?”
You turn around to see a young man at the cash register paying for his drink. You can only make out the top half of his face due to his face mask, but you can already tell that he’s attractive — with wavy lavender locks that perfectly frames his face and double-lidded eyes that curve slightly at the ends, as if he has a natural wing.
You’re not sure why you can’t take your eyes off of him. You’ve seen plenty of attractive men in your life, yet…
Jack clears his throat at the same time Ace pokes at your forearm, forcing you to divert your attention back to the two.
“What?” you ask again, your eyes shifting between your friends who keep exchanging knowing looks with one-another. “Why do you look like that?”
The pair don’t answer you and instead wave over the handsome stranger that’s caught your attention. He immediately makes his way over to your table and places his hands on the chair right next to yours.
“May I sit here?” he asks, his eyes curving into crescent moons as he smiles — though it’s not visible to anyone.
You look up and accidentally make eye contact with him; and that alone is enough to make a comforting warmth spread from your heart to the rest of your body.
Both of your eyes widen in surprise, though you don’t realize that the stranger is experiencing the same exact warm comfort as you.
But why?
Jack and Ace exchange another set of knowing looks before Ace pats the table loud enough to snap you both out of your trances.
“Oh, um… y—yeah, go ahead,” you manage to stammer out, your hands nervously tucking loose strands of hair behind your ears as you turn to sit upright again.
What is wrong with you all of the sudden?
“Thank you,” the man clears his throat and moves to situate himself onto the empty seat before extending a hand out towards you, “I’m Epel, by the way.”
“O—oh,” you hesitantly reach out to wrap your fingers around Epel’s hand in a handshake, your skin immediately tingles upon contact. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m y/n.”
“‘Y/n’? That’s very pretty,” Epel says as his eyes curve into crescent moons once more.
“Th—thank you,” you bow your head in hopes that the shadows will conceal the blush creeping up your cheeks.
“Epel, you have a pretty name too,” Ace comments in a playful tone as he pats the said man’s cheeks.
You shoot a glare at your friend, mentally cursing him for teasing you at such a time, but he only smiles innocently at you in response.
“Call me ‘pretty’ again and you’ll never see the daylight again,” Epel chuckles. “How are y’all?”
“We’re good. What’s with the mask?” Jack gestures towards Epel’s face, and he assumes that he must mean the face mask.
“I caught a cold — just my luck,” Epel sighs.
“Is Vil going to cut you some slack today then?”
Epel shakes his head, “nah… I just won’t be able to sing as much as I usually do. Which is why I’m saving my voice as much as I can.”
“What if they’re sick?!” you suddenly exclaim, prompting Epel to turn towards you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
“Excuse me?”
“They’re talking about their soulmate again,” Ace whines before planting his face onto Jack’s shoulder.
“Oh? Why, what’s up? Did you finally meet them?”
“No…” you shake your head before giving your friends an apologetic look, “they’ve just stopped singing — and they always sing. So maybe they’re sick!”
“Sounds like me,” Epel says jokingly with a grin, but his laugh is cut short by the alarmed look on your face. “I—I’m kidding. I just meant that I sing all the time too for—well, really because Housewarden Vil asks me to.”
Watching the awkward exchange prompts Ace to hunch over and start coughing, but you can hear his hidden “smooth” in between the sharp sounds. You shoot your friend a glare before placing a hand on top of Epel’s — and it’s just a gesture of reassurance.
At least that’s what you try convincing yourself of.
“So,” you start, hoping to change the conversation’s topic for everyone’s sake, “is there any particular reason why you’re being made to focus on your singing skills?”
“Oh!” you can see the glimmers of happiness in Epel’s eyes as he begins to talk animatedly about his hobby. “It’s ‘cause of my family’s apple farm. Which, hear me out, ‘cause I know you’re prolly thinkin’ ‘how is that even related’? But…”
Then Epel begins to explain how his family business experienced a boom in business after this year’s SDC, and he saw this as motivation to work on strengthening his charms. After all, Harveston isn’t a well-known part of Twisted Wonderland; and if he works hard enough, he could help not only his family, but the other elders in the village as well.
“Then Vil had this great idea that we should start an NRC radio show. I like to call it the Epel Farm but Vil was not a fan of that. And, well— it’s more of a ‘daily podcast’ than it is a radio show. I do a lot of different things depending on my mood; sometimes I’ll give advice to my listeners or just play music — and sing, of course. I surprisingly like it a lot.”
“You seem to be very passionate about your family and apples. It’s wonderful that you’ve got such a strong source of motivation,” you can only offer a sheepish smile as your head is still spinning from the overload of information Epel just spilled onto you. “I haven’t gotten the chance to tune in yet, but your radio show sounds great.”
And the two of you continue your conversation just like that, completely forgetting that you have other friends sitting right across the table. Too enamored with one-another to even notice their amused stares.
Truth be told, Ace and Jack had a sneaking suspicion that they knew who your soulmate was for a while now. Epel’s too.
At first, it seemed like a coincidence. You’d whine about the fact that you couldn’t focus well when your soulmate keeps singing a song about washing the dishes. Then that same night, they would hear Epel singing a similar song in a pre-recording of Epel Farm.
When asked, Epel had told them that he rarely hears his soulmate’s voice unless he stayed up late enough. He’d wake up with swollen eyes the morning after and was surely scolded by Vil, but he always thought that it was worth it.
They connected the distant grey dots when you told them you try not to sing until nightfall in fear of disturbing your soulmate’s day.
The coincidences continued to pile on from there, and Ace finally convinced Epel to meet you for confirmation.
Except he left out the part where you were going to be here today.
But Epel is smart and he catches on very quickly. It also helps that your friends were not very subtle with the way they were gawking at you two as you conversed.
You must be someone special. He could tell from the moment you made eye contact earlier.
Whereas your parents never told you the feeling of meeting your soulmate — not to mention your friends haven’t experienced such things either — Epel was more blessed.
He’s been excited to meet you since the moment his parents recounted the day that they met. The feeling of comfort and warmth, like basking under the hot summer sun or wrapping yourself up in your favorite blanket on a snowy day.
The same exact feeling he had when he first saw you.
But he’s not one to jump to conclusions. He needed solid evidence, and there’s only one way he knows how to collect it. Subtly.
“Do you want to come back to Pomefiore with me then? I’m about to head down, and it’ll give you a chance to finally listen in,” Epel offers, holding his breath as he waits for your answer.
You hum in thought, glancing over at your friends for their confirmation before nodding, “sure, I would love to.”
“Perfect, I’ll go grab my drink and we can go.”
Underneath the face mask, Epel is absolutely beaming in delight but he tries his best not to jump for joy right away. Instead, he counts to ten in his head to calm his nerves before he gets up from his seat, “oh— Ace and Jack, you guys can come too. Just don’t break anything this time.”
“Wh— it was totally Jack’s fault for scaring me!” Ace tries to defend himself but the shorter man is already out of earshot. He sighs, lips jutting out into a pout as he crosses his arms and slumps back down his seat.
“Your soulmate sucks, y/n,” Ace grumbles due to his hurt pride, the weight of his words not registering until he notices the way you stare at him with raised eyebrows.
“Who’s my soulmate?” you snort and lean forward to gently smack Ace’s hand. “Don’t joke around like that!”
“S—sorry,” Ace scratches the back of his head, the toothy smile he offers you filled with awkwardness.
Were you always this naive, or pretending to ignore the fact that he just slipped up?
His eyes shift up to look at something behind you and he breathes a sigh of relief before jumping out of his seat, “Epel! Great! Let’s get going before you’re late!”
“Uh— Okay, okay,” Epel holds his hands up in defeat as he allows Ace to usher him out of the tea shop.
You and Jack follow not too far behind, with you clinging onto your friend’s arm for warmth and protection against the chilly autumn breeze.
Thankfully — and surprisingly — the walk back to the Pomefiore dorm was only about one mile, tops. It was still a half an hour walk, but you can’t complain in the presence of good company. Plus, it probably would be a few days’ walk if you didn’t have a mirror to transport you to anywhere you want to go.
“Here we are,” Epel announces, his voice quieter and a softer tone than it had been at the tea shop. He stops walking right outside a door to a room marked with a medium-sized apple sign. “Please come in.”
Epel hurries to hold the door open for you, and you can’t hold back the giggle that bubbles up your throat as you walk past him.
How adorable, you think to yourself.
You absolutely adored the way that he so enthusiastically talked about his radio show earlier, and you can see now that he truly treats this place like his second home.
True to its name, the interior of the room is decorated with shades of green and various apple drawings randomly placed on the wall. Just like an apple orchard.
The environment is bright and warm, and if Epel was a room this is what you imagine he would look like. Is that strange?
“Okay, follow me. You guys can sit right outside of the broadcasting booth, and we’ll be able to see each other,” Epel gestures for your trio to follow him deeper into the room.
His face mask is pulled down now, exposing the lower half of his face, and you can’t help but to steal glances at him every few seconds. You had the gut feeling that he would be attractive, but nothing could prepare you for how pretty the man truly was.
Lost in thought — well, more like Epel’s face — you don’t notice that your friends have stopped walking and you face plant directly into Jack’s shoulder, causing you to stumble back ungracefully.
“Are you okay?” he looks back in concern.
“Uh, yes,” you affirm, a hand rubbing at your sore forehead.
“Be careful,” Epel comments before reaching out and taking a hold of your hand. He gently pries it off your forehead and leans forward to study the blanket of red on your skin. “It doesn’t look bad, but if it still hurts and you want to ice it, please let me know.”
“Okay, t—thank you,” you whisper.
From the close proximity, you have the opportunity to see his features more clearly — from his piercing light blue orbs to his adorable plump cheeks down to his rosy lips.
You’re not sure why you couldn’t stop staring at him, or why the same warmth as before is spreading through your body again. But the feeling is very much welcomed.
Unbeknownst to you, Epel feels the same way.
The sound of someone clearing their throat pops the momentary bubble you were encased in, causing the two of you to take a step away from one-another.
“Epel. We need to go check the sounds now,” a very familiar man stands off to the side, his face seeming as if he’d showed up someplace he wasn’t supposed to.
“Thank you, Housewarden Vil. I’ll be right there.”
“Alright. And Jack. Ace. Y/n. It’s a pleasure to see you all again,” Vil greets you all politely before he turns on his heels and hurries back inside what you presume is the broadcasting booth.
“Have a seat. You should be able to hear the broadcast through the speaker here,” Epel gestures towards a seemingly misplaced large speaker just outside of the broadcasting booth. When he turns back to you, he flashes a bright smile that has your heart suddenly skipping a beat. “I hope you’ll like it.”
With that, you both part ways. Epel walks to the broadcast booth while you walk over to where your friends have retreated minutes earlier.
“I feel strange,” you confess after situating yourself in a seat facing the glass door to the booth.
Jack and Ace exchange looks for what seems like the hundredth time that day before Jack says, “a good strange? Or did you already catch Epel’s cold?”
“I don’t know, but… I feel so warm and fuzzy. So I guess that’s good? I—” your sentence is cut off by a familiar voice in your head, and you let out a short sound of relief.
Your friends give you looks of confusion mixed with worry, mostly because your mood suddenly changed and they can’t tell if you’ve suddenly lost your mind. But you shake your head and whisper, “my soulmate is singing again!”
Jack eyes flicker briefly towards Epel, who seems to be speaking into a mic, before coming back to you, “what’s he singing?”
“Actually, it’s not a made-up song for chores this time,” you hum along to the lyrics in your head, your brain working to figure out what song is playing before it clicks. “Ah! It’s ‘Piece of My World’.”
Jack nods as he hops off his seat and makes his way to the speaker Epel pointed out earlier. His fingers fumble with the controls before you suddenly hear the same song blasting through them as the one in your head.
“How?” you ask, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion as you stare at the speaker. “That’s such a weird coincidence.”
Surely this was just a coincidence, right? But the more you listen, the farther away the voice in your head gets, the voice coming from the speaker replacing it instead.
The same voice that you’ve heard every day for as long as you can remember.
Your soulmate’s voice.
You stand up, hesitantly inching closer to the speaker, where Jack is giving you an apologetic look. How long had he known?
A million thoughts were running through your mind per second, faster than your heart is racing at the moment.
But when you’re a few feet away from the glass door, it suddenly makes sense to you. The way you felt so comfortable around him, how easily attracted you were to him, and why your friends had insisted you meet him all those times before.
Somehow they always knew, but now you know too.
Feeling eyes on him, Epel looks towards the door and makes eye contact with you. His mouth falls open to a small “o” when he sees the look of utter astonishment on your face.
Did you figure it out? Was he right?
Your lips moved, though he couldn’t hear what you were saying through the soundproof walls. That didn’t matter, however, because suddenly a voice greets his mind. One that he hasn’t heard sing to him when the sun is still up in years.
“You’re my soulmate.”
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rs-wonderland · 7 months
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Hello, here is my order, I see that I forgot to send it ay I would like a bit of anguish that ends in comfort :')), when orphaned mc fem realizes that her mother (the person she loves the most in the world) was actually not as good to her as she remembered now that she has grown, she realized all the negligence that her mother had with her , which leads mc to enter a state of deep sadness, just for pomefiore pls I hope it doesn't sound too harsh qwq have a good day and thanks for creating this blog ^^
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"Whats wrong with Mc?" Epel asks as he comes back to his dorm. Rook and Vil were sitting in the living room as usual having some tea. "What do you mean? Mc seems fine to me." Vil said as he looked at Epel. "I don't know, she was acting strange today. She didn't really talk as much, and didn't want to go with me and Deuce to Sam's tommorow."
Rook and Vil looked at each other and than Rook decited to go and for a visit to Ramshackle dorm.
"I just think both of you are overreacting, there are fine. Probably just tired." Epel said as there were walking into Mc's dorm. "Weren't you do one that was worried most in the first place, Epel?" Vil said roling his eyes at him. "Its better to be safe than sorry my friends." Rook said as they were looking around the dorm.
"Mc! You there?" "Quit yelling so loud Epel!" "What else am i suppost to do?" As they were fighting, Rook walked up stairs to see if Mc was in her room. He stopt when he heard her crying. "Mc?" Rook said softly as he knock on the door. "It's us, Rook, Epel and Vil. We wanted to see if you were alright." After a minute there was no answer. Epel and Vil already walked up stairs.
"Is she there?" Epel asked softly as he stood by Rooks side. "Yes, but the don't want to answer." Vil came closer to the door and knock softly three time. "Mc? Could we come in please? Epel said you look sad, so we came to chek on you." Vil opend the door to find you on your bed, your back turned to face the door. "Go away. Im fine." You said with a sniff. "See, she is fine-" Rook cut off Epel in middle of his sentence. "Mc, whats the problem, why are you so sad?" Vil asked as he moved to sits on the edge of you bed.
"Its nothing, im fine!" You said as you shoot him a glare and then turned around to face them wiping your tears. "Well it doesn't look like your are fine." Epel said, Rook just roled his eyes at him and moved to sit on your bed beside Vil. "You know you can tell us everything, right? We just want to help you."
You looked at the three man staring at you, you know they were worried but- how can you tell them? Like guess what? The woman i thought loved me that i loved more than anything, treated me like shit!
"It-it's just not important, i am just stressed from school and-" "No you are not, we don't have anything for up coming week." Epel cut you off with his sharp words, that's it, you can't think of no more possible excuses. Well maybe there are more, but from the whole situation you couldn't remember none.
"Mc if you don't want to tell us we won't force you but- we are just worried. Did some students made you cry?" Rook asked his tone is lot more calm and relaxed. "If they did, i'm gonna kill them-" Epel's words were cut by Vil's dead glare to him. "No, no one from Night Raven made me cry. Seriousely i am just fine. I was just- remembering stuff from my home..." You said in almost a whisper, yea, remembering everything how it was, and it was not good.
"Sad memories, huh?" Vil said with a soft tone. "Mc what is this?" Epel said holding a broken photo frame in his hands. The one that you broke from anger that you had to your mother, that anger soon after that become unberable sadness and pain.
"Is that your photo with your mother, Mc?" Rook said as he looked at the photo frame Epel was holding. "You looked, happy." Vil turned to look at you, as he said with a soft and calm tone. "Mc dear, is your mother reason that you are crying right now?" The whole room went silent. What now? What now? What now?
"I- i missed judge her, i thought my mother-" you tried to say with tears in your eyes that were falling like a water fall. "I- i loved her, i really did, but- everytime i tried to remember her, now i realize that my love for my mother was one way and-" Epel hugged you tightly. You can swear that Vil let out a small tear, you hugged Epel back looking at the three boys. Rook looked at you in shock cleary not knowing how to react. Vil was no better from him, all tho he still put his hand on yours.
"Mc, i am so sorry to hear that. We had no idea about your mother." Vil said in a claming voice, it sounded like an soft whispered more. Rook moved to sit down beside you, hugging your side, it looked like he wasn't plaing to let go of you anytime sooner. "You know Mc, sometimes..." Vil said with a soft sigh. "Sometimes people we care about are not the one's that would do the same for us, sometimes we have to let does kind of people go. And let bad memories go with them too." Vil moved a lock of hair that was on your face with a gentel smile. Vil let Rook continue the talk. "But at the end, that doesn't mean we have to forget them. Most of the time they help us learn a lot, and teach us not to make the same mistakes again." You sighed, you felt your body weight shift from you, you felt relaxed.
"We love you Mc, no matter what. You don't have to hide these things from us. Bc we are always gonna help you work it out, we can work everything out. Together." Epel finally moved his head to face you and to look at you. It made you smile honestly, you were glad that you have three of them.
Vil joined the hug, all of you were smiling as you felt the warmt of there body's. It relaxed you, it comfored you. "We love you Mc." It was all they said before continuing to nuzzle onto your side. "I love you guys to..." Now you know that no matter what, the boys will be there as your number one supporters.
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michelletsw · 5 months
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Ace won't go back to his own dorm
Grim: ace can I ask you a question?
Ace: uh ya sure
Grim: why don't you go back to your own house and leave us alone!
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Perfect says they don't have a favorite
*Deuce sneezes*
Perfect: Deuce, are you sick? Here, let me wrap you in a blanket and hand-feed you some warm soup while singing you a lullaby!
*Ace sneezes*
Perfect: Oh my god. Shut the hell up.
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Vil: Wake up! The sun is shining!
Epel: What do you want me to do, photosynthesis?
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Grim: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.
Perfect: Go the fuck to sleep Grim..
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demonichikikomori · 6 months
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Basorexia
Epel Felmier x GN!Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Tags: Fluff/Epel is a Nerd/Autumn Date
Art is by rutu25twst on Twitter!
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I was cleaning out my photos on my PC and I saw I had the definition of 'basorexia' screenshotted from a post. This photo was like, five years old. I included it in 13 Lovely Hauntings because it feels very fall is all. Let's have something sweeter for this lowkey event!~!
SUMMARY:
Epel Felmier does NOT like his accent. So, he purchased a word of the day calendar to help himself learn more 'refined' ways of speaking. He flipped the page to today's word of the day as he prepared for a study session with you at a nearby café. Today's word was: Basorexia. He vowed to use the word on each printed page in a sentence each day, but this is a little embarrassing...
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Waking up was sudden, eyes shooting open with adrenaline kicking into full drive. Today was a special day. At least, in Epel’s eyes today was special. His grades were slipping in Ancient Incantations, and thankfully so were yours. With a bit of pleading, he had gotten you to agree to a study date on Saturday. You and him would meet at a small cafe in the village between Night Raven College and Royal Swords Academy. Epel jumped out of bed to yank his phone off of its frayed charger, today was officially Saturday. And he would have the afternoon with you, all to himself.
None of Vil’s bitching. None of Rook’s weird poems. None of the others in your meshed friend group… Just you, him, a thick book of spells tucked into his shoulder bag, and hopefully one of those fancy cheese tarts. Epel rushed around his dorm room filled with motivation to both impress, and charm you. Of course, that would start with his knowledge he had gained from an impressive word calendar he bought from Sam’s shop months ago. Epel had quickly grown uncomfortable with his accent in a dorm like Pomfiore. He thought that by studying words like these, maybe he could learn to talk all fancy like his dormmates! At least, enough to scrape by in a conversation. 
Epel lifted the page from yesterday and pinned it in place so he could prepare himself for the newest edition to his vocabulary. Today’s word? Basorexia. To Epel, it sounded like some sort of incurable illness. An uppity sounding word, something Riddle would use when talking down to his underclassmen. 
Except the definition left Epel feeling bashful as he read the lines of text below. 
Basorexia (noun) - the hunger or craving to kiss someone. 
His brows knit together as he began to frown. Usually he used his words in a sentence for school work, or using it on the members of the Magishift team who would be awed by his vocabulary. Using a word like this on you felt different. Would you think he was acting pretentious? Would you become bashful when he admitted its meaning to you? You were dating after all.
No matter what, he had to keep up with his streak of using the word of the day the calendar gave him. The time was now 10 am. He would be meeting you at the cafe in the village at noon. He texted you good morning and told you he was getting ready, asking if you would want to match outfits for your trip today. You responded cheerfully, giving him the idea you had along with your own good morning message.
Epel took a shower while brushing his teeth and washing his face and hair simultaneously. Using his best deodorant and cologne, he dries his hair as he looks among his outfit options for what would be the best choice that fit the theme that you had chosen. His eyes constantly eyed the clock as he would flex in different sweaters to see what made him look the most muscular. As he brushed his hair and pinned away any loose hairs once it had dried. As he politely asked Vil if his outfit looked okay and accepted a few compliments from Rook. And as he called you to let you know he was finally on his way with a heavy shoulder bag filled with books, his notebook, and pens. 
As he left the Hall of Mirrors and stepped onto the campus, the wind nipped at his cheeks until they were red on his pale skin. With another glance at the time on his phone, he rushed down the path to the gate to walk into the village below. Wearing an oversized, off-white sweater layered on top of a purple and white flannel that peeked out over the collar, faded blue jeans, thick white socks that had bunched up over his ankles and all white shoes, he felt as though he fit your date fit idea perfectly. The walk didn’t feel long at all as he fidgeted with his sleeves, daydreaming about how to use the new word on you. And how to not make it corny. 
Epel’s aqua blue eyes spotted you immediately among the thinning crowd walking along the cafe shops and bookstores. He took in a deep breath as he approached, hoping to quell his anxiety with a soft and slow exhale. He admired your fluffy white sweater and the pale gray flannel button up you wore underneath it. Your baggy, khaki cargo pants and your colorful striped socks that clashed with your white sneakers. Epel was crushing on you a second time. “Sorry if you were waiting long. I had to tell Vil bye like always. He’s like a mom.” Epel joked as he quickly opened the door for you to enter first. You told him you weren’t waiting long with a smile that left his heart racing through his chest.
The two of you found a table near the corner of the warm and welcoming shop. Epel retrieved the thick textbook of ancient spells as you pulled out your notes and pens. The study date was quiet as the two of you traded answers and placed an order with the waitress that greeted you. You got a pumpkin spice iced coffee with a slice of crumble cake, and Epel ordered a hot apple cider with an apple fritter donut. The cafe was quiet, with a few familiar faces from Royal Swords Academy showing up to hang out in small groups, or study together at their own respective tables. Epel highlighted a section in his notebook as he glanced up at you with his cheeks starting to burn. Maybe now was a good time to try using the word? He tapped the marker against the thin lined paper as a smile spread across his face. “Got sumore gumption? This ain’t so bad now izit?” He asked cheerfully as his stomach began to twist. Fuck. His accent.
“It’s just a bunch of big words I don’t know the meanings of. But since we’re studying together? I guess it’s not that bad.” Your laugh was light as you lifted your pen to mark down notes from the large research book sitting between the two of you. No matter how much he worried, his accent never affected you the way it affects those in his dorm. “People that wrote these books using huge words are definitely pretentious. I mean, what does ‘omnishambles’ mean?” You scoffed with a roll of your eyes as Epel began to feel his anxiety return. “Is it pretentious if I use them?” Epel asked, starting to feel apprehensive of sharing his word of the day with you. But there wasn’t any other opportunity to use the word, and he refused to use it on Vil or Rook when he got back to Pomfiore.
You shook your head with that gentle grin he adored. “Of course not. You’re not some uppity old guy. You are Epel Felmier. I like when you use all sorts of words.” You assured as he lowered the marker onto his paper. His eyes trained on you as he tried to stop the erratic pounding of his heart. “Well… What if I used one of those big words right now?” He asked as your eyes met his and you reached for your iced coffee. “Sure, what is it?” You asked curiously as you sipped, never breaking your locked gaze with the man in front of you. Epel reached for his large paper cup, heavy with the weight of his hot apple cider. “I’ll use it in a sentence…” He trailed off as his face burned and bloomed with rouge. You nodded patiently as your cheeks appeared hot as well. 
“I become overwhelmed with basorexia whenever I’m near you.” 
Epel admitted with a shaken confidence. You were staring at him with a wide eyed gaze of shock and warm cheeks. You lowered your coffee and Epel offered a nervous laugh, his eyes darted down to his hands. “Sorry, wordah the day… S’on my calendar. It means… Um… I wanna kiss you super bad.” He mumbled awkwardly as he slumped back into the dark brown vinyl cushion with a grin. Yeah, that was super lame.
“Well… I’m waiting. You can’t just use a word like that in a sentence and not put it to use after.” You whispered as a smile began to creep onto your face. Epel sat up swiftly in the seat as his face became so hot he thought it was steaming. He swallowed down any lingering anxiety as he followed your lead by leaning over the table. Epel’s lips meshed together with yours; leaving you with the lingering taste of apple cider to mix with the flavor of pumpkin and cinnamon.
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noyaetnox · 1 year
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POMEFIORE HEADCANONS:
The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW
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- I adore Vil so get ready 😌🙏
- you were for sure the one to confess, BUT. But. It was after you've both basically started flirting like crazy, and it was painfully obvious to everyone around that two have the hots, the butterflies, the emotions for each other and you were basically dating by that point, it just wasn't official. He didn't confess because he's just that stubborn, and you, you are too 😀🫶
-> this is why no one was surprised when you've finally announced that you guys are together officially
ALSO Epel took the whole thing the hardest. He had to listen to you talk about your massive crush on HIS HOUSEWARDEN but then ALSO watch Vil look like a lovestruck fool. He really wanted to beat the two of you up 😁
- you know how some people joke, how their friends, that are dating, are like their parents? Yeah that's you and Vil. Like, at first you two didn't know about, but once Deuce accidentally called Vil mom and then Epel, and you finally had the talk, and they confessed that they do see you as kind of parental figures
-> it was sweet but why
-> Vil got very angry when you told him because that's not true??? And then you were hanging out with your first-year friends at Ramshackle and he came to tell everyone to go to sleep (he knew you'd stay awake the whole night otherwise) and almost all of your friends -tired- called him mom
- you two are the parents of everyone at NRC. It's fate. You have to live with that, but it's fun! Sometimes, at least!
- you keep your relationship private from the general public for some time. It wasn't because he wanted to hide, he simply wanted to find a good time to share something so important to him. You eventually told the world, though!
-> you got some hate for it. Actually a lot 😔
-> Vil was very mad. He really thought his fans were better than that. He really expected them to be mature and accept that he found someone he liked, genuinely, and that they would happy with him. He once voiced his anger during and interview where he talked about the relationship. Most of the hate stopped after that, and you could deal with the few hateful comments that showed up from time to time just fine! He tried his hardest to remain at your side and remind you how they're just haters and you should not take any of it to heart,,, let's be honest, though, you both needed to be there for the other. That was, of course, totally fine!
- despite all of that, I strongly believe it strengthened your relationship. Like, after that it's as unbreakable as bedrock when you play on survival without any mods or hacks. And that's something to respect!
- you often spend your free time together and have spa days. You both put on facemasks and watch a show that you both then bitch over because the character so terrible, or their acting, or the writing in general. You enjoy that 😡☝️ bitching at people brings you two closer and that's beautiful 😌
- if you used to like Neige you don't anymore. Because let's be honest, Neige <<<<<< Vil. Like, you've got this amazing boyfriend who's a total hottie and you want to fuss over Neige? Now go watch Vil's newest commercial 😡!
- dates with him are, of course, in secret. He's got crazy fans and doesn't want to force you into dealing with them, too. Sometimes, the two of you go out incognito, in funky outfits to hide your true identities. Rook loves it, because you've got this game where you go insognito into the public and Rook tries to find the two of you and then gives you a rating out of 10 how well you hid. Sometimes it works very well, sometimes not so much.
- you introduced cosplay to Vil and he likes it a lot, to pretend to be someone else for even a little, getting to wear crazy outfits with crazy make-up, please find a couple cosplay to do together 🙏
- he brings you many expensive gifts in the form of jewelry, clothes, stuffed animals you name it. He is rich, but he feels the need to give people expensive things to keep them close. He has a fear that you'd leave him if he stopped, despite you telling him that's not the case all the time. He's very hard-headed (Aries gang), so you wouldn't be able to change his mind, but you can give him gifts in return.
BUT!
Don't buy him expensive gifts, give him something that comes from your heart, a silly drawing, a sticker, a mug you saw that you thought he'd like and he's in love. He prefers giving, so give him something he won't feel bad about later down the line, okay?
- all in all, it is a great relationship despite some of the bad things, lots of love and care (sometimes not in a way you would like, but it's Vil 😮‍💨)
- platonic: bro doesn't treat you as crazy, because you're only his friend. You're not part of the Pomefiore dorm, nor are you his significant other, so he has no reason to dictate your life. For the most part 🤭 it's in his nature so he can't stop himself ALL the time, but you can clearly tell it's not as intense
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- even if you're a Rook simp, I refuse to believe people aren't afraid of him. Bro is a pro stalker and pops out of nowhere all the time 😰😨😨 that's scary. Not to mention he is all of that compiled into a french man.
- anyway. Rook basically liked you from the start. You caught his attention, because you were a magicless human in their magic school, not to mention you only caused trouble and carried around a Grim. If that isn't interesting, I don't know what else is
- he started following you just like any other interest of his. You knew about his antics of stalking (from everyone, really) so you didn't think anything special of it. It made sense that he was interested in you (you would be, too, had something like happened at your school). It was only after he hadn't stopped for months that you started thinking this wasn't just another phase of his. Gathering courage, you finally went to Vil to ask him about his opinion in this matter to which Vil straight up told you Rook has a crush.
- you were SHOCKED
- Vil then went on to explain that Rook does stalk often, but yours seems to be different, and that they often converse about you, and Rook just proclaims how his heart beats louder and faster whenever he sees you, and that your beauty is simply out of this world! (Pun intended)
- surprised Rook hasn't said anything about that, you caught him stalking you, inviting him for a chat over a cup of tea, where you finally asked the question. Rook just laughed, called you a silly animal and then told you that he's in love at this point and it's not just a crush
- cue surprised Pikachu face
- you started dating after that, and Jack stopped hanging out with you. You smelled like Rook - not to mention Leona doesn't allow you to enter Savanaclaw anymore 😅
- that said 6 times out of 10, if you look behind (after feeling like somebody is watching you), Rook will be there smiling goofily at your person and his finger would've sending you hearts. The other 4 is when he's watching you fr and doesn't WANT you to notice him.
- Rook is very loud and says whatever is on his mind (I would hit him if I was Vil), which is why you sometimes have to ground him and remind him not to say something. But also, he kind of speaks in riddles? But not riddles? Like, his words don't always mean what he wants to say and it's on you to pick up on that.
- Rook is a very family based guy. Like, he loves his own and definitely dreams of having one at some point, so be prepared for that.
- Rook is very silly and you have to live with that. I believe one of your past time activities is playing dress up - Rook dresses you up and you dress up Rook and then you take a bunch of pictures that later go into his album... or more of them (he's still very creepy)
- your life became chaotic as hell ever since you got together. Like one minute you guys are resting and painting each other's nails and the next you're flying on one broom across the ocean while he shows you all the tricks he knows (you have almost lost your life several times)
- WHICH BRINGS US! Rook is not very serious most of time, talking about you loosing your life - he will just laugh it off and ignore it if nothing serious happens. On the other hand, the second something actually happens he is very serious and scolding either you, himself, or the person that hurt you while catering to you and making sure you're A-OK
- he says "I love you" and "love you" all the time. Instead of goodbye, everytime he sees you... Just every opportunity he gets and it's so sweet 😔 me when
- despite being totally in love and everyone thinking you spend all the time in the world together, you actually don't see him as often - not because you're busy or anything 😁 it's just that Rook has to do his shenanigans often
-> you just receive a frantic call about how he has to "DO THIS THING" and you don't hear from him for the rest of the day, or you get a letter is it isn't as sudden. Most of the time, though, you know exactly what he's doing because he sends you pictures - of sleeping Leona, eating Leona, walking Leona, yawning Leona, glaring at him Leona, running at him Leona, running away from him Leona, oh hey Ruggie, Leona sending him the middle finger, Neige, ... you get it
- despite all of that, you spend a lot of time with one another... surprisingly
- you got into trouble many times because of him, but it's fine you're used to it at this point 💀
- platonic: this man is basically your guardian. "Can your guardian sign this paper?" "OUI!" Rook how did you get here 😨😨😨 silly tall french man who likes you a tad bit too much and basically considers you his child
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- mutual pinning so bad
- like it was painfully obvious to everyone, even to the two of you, but you both kind of though it was just friendly flirting from the other side and that the other could never possibly return the feelings
- that said, none of you "actually" confessed. You have started flirting one day and it went from there. You know how in all those enemies to lovers fanfics, the two of them go somewhere and some stranger confuses them for a couple (very unrealistic btw, when do strangers go around calling other people couples 💀), anyway that happened to you and Epel when you were one day hanging around alone - you went to get coffee and the barista refered to him as your boyfriend and none of you said anything and have been dating since.
- like I'm talking calling each other sweet names, little kisses, holding hands, and all of that. So you're official but also not? Idk man, I don't make the rules
- he REFUSES PDA - unless it is to annoy people ("Epel stop kissing the prefect during dorm meetings" "How could you stand between our love, Vil? 😔" "You know what? 😮‍💨 Whatever" and Vil doesn't speak to him the rest of the day) and you don't care about that much. After all, you get all the affection in private
- talking about privacy 😀 good luck getting away from the 1st year squad and Grim. If it isn't Ace and Deuce crashing at yours, it's Jack about homework or working out, or it's Sebek coming just because (he wants to hang out but is too conscious to say it, so he comes up with crazy excuses how you can get attacked and he has to protect you for WAKASAMA), or it's just Grim that does it on purpose (the rest don't realize you guys want to be alone), because no way in hell does he -Grim- accept anyone as your lover! Epel started either locking Grim out of the Ramshackle dorm or bribing him with tuna 🫡 it keeps him busy for a few
- because you get no free time together, he is often snappy and curses the world
- that's why he often invites you away from everyone
-> the moment you guys started dating you became a part of his family - his grandma has your contact information and you talk to each other all the time, and she sends you stuff (she sends a big package to Epel with the words to give half of it to you 😭) and you just love his grandma and she loves you - you actually promised her that you will marry Epel one day and she was the happiest and you were the happiest and Epel has no idea what happened (he skipped a few chapters)
- you spend every holiday with him and he isn't asking!
- he tried to teach you how to carve apples. It did not go well 😔 you simply can't carve an apple out of an apple - not to mention you then can't eat it because it's too pretty (when Epel carves it)
- Epel thinks you're crazy
- anyway
- your dates are usually not just the two of you. It's like the song: "it's finally me and you and you and me just us, and your friend Steve" except it's Ace, Deuce, Jack, Sebek, or Grim. You have to hold Epel back from beating all of them up, it's not you're doing anything crazy during you dates - not to mention they all just kinda do their own thing. That means you two can still have the date - just with some background noise!
- he isn't big on giving you anything, mostly because he forgor 💀 he might think about it for days and the he'll see you and just go "shit" because he wanted to bring you a gift he really did. You, on the other hand, give him a lot. He's just so cute and adorable (don't tell him) that you can't help but want to buy or make him stuff that will make him smile (he loves you so much and you love him so much and when you give him something he's so happy because you thought of him and just cjsbxiabbsjdjabxoba)
- yes
- all in all, the relationship is very chill, you're all feeling very safe in it, not like with many of the other NRC students 😀.
- but for real, I can't stress enough how good the relationship will be ☝️
- platonic: he treats you like one of his bros 😎🏋️🤸🤾🏃⛹️ because no way will he be friends with someone lame 🙄
The Pomefiore chapter is finally DONE! 🤝
It's a bit shorter because there's only 3 members, but it's fine. I'm done with my finals, so I've got time for maybe a month before they continue so I'll try to ouch more chapters out 🫡
Next chapter will probably be Savanaclaw, so see you there 🤸!
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West Coast Swing - Double the Pressure - Strictly NRC Dancing
Author's notes: Wow, I am nervous about this one. I've never written this character before and honestly, it was tough. You may notice that this dance is the same one as the previous section of the Strictly NRC Dancing AU. That will happen several times and all that means is that one of the dances will be with a staff member rather than a student! I did have a dance I used as inspiration for this fic. It was a West Coast swing performed by Melissa Rutz and Ben Morris at West Cost Monterey Swingfest 2013 to "Boogie Shoes" by KC and the Sunshine band. Just like the rest of the fics in this AU, reader is female. I hope you enjoy!
If you would like to read more of this AU the fics can be found here: Strictly NRC Dancing AU Master-List.
Type: Platonic/fluff/female reader/Dance AU
Word Count: 681
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I felt bad for Epel. While West Coast swing wasn’t exactly the most difficult dance of the classes provided, impressing Vil and Sam was. Crewel had been incredibly clear when he’d been teaching me. Sam was murder to impress when it came to any sort of swing dancing. As such, Crewel had been especially careful in teaching me.
But Epel didn’t have to impress just the judges. Knowing his ongoing disagreement with Vil, he’d be determined to impress Vil and force his housewarden to say he was a good dancer. Which meant he had double the pressure on him.
Which was why I’d been surprised when he’d chosen, of all things, an upbeat disco/funk tune to dance to.
While there was nothing wrong with his choice, West Coast swing was typically danced to slower more bluesy tunes, with faster songs usually only used by the very best of dancers.
When I’d questioned his choice the young man met my gaze with a unique determination that I was positive was grounded in his eternal beef with Vil, “Absolutely.”
I had taken the time to question Epel as to why he had brought Vil into his dance classes and had immediately been met with a mocking sound similar to a scoff that Vil might do, “He told me to be sure I paid attention in class since swing dancing was apparently difficult and not something that had come naturally to him.”
My eyebrows lifted, at his words. So Vil had already tried to learn swing dancing.
With that knowledge, I normally would have advised my friend to ask for tutoring, but that would have been a horrible idea. Epel would never do that. Not when he’d apparently vowed to one-up his housewarden.
And I couldn’t deny that after practicing with him, I wondered if he could actually pull it off. He’d mastered the slippery nature of West Coast swing to a tee, and it was genuinely fun to dance with him since, in true Epel fashion, I never knew exactly what he was going to do.
I could practically feel Sam’s eyes one us the entire performance as I slid to and fro along an invisible line on the floor with Epel. The relaxed nature of the dance allowed us to occasionally glance around and even sing along with the song as we pranced in quick, light steps across the floor. 
Despite the considerably high-level of our dance, Epel led me smoothly, even executing a few trick-like motions himself that had him practically smirking since he knew good and well Vil was watching. What he didn’t know was that the housewarden and vice housewarden were both watching with a smile each, almost like proud parents.
Even as we were performing I could still feel myself amused by the fact by how much the choreography was perfect for someone as young as Epel. Crewel had somehow managed to put the dance together in such a way that even though my hand remained in Epel’s we were hardly ever in closed hold for a lengthy period of time. 
Instead we remained smoothly gliding across the floor with two hands joined and the other two free. And it suited the occasionally awkward boy who wanted to seem manly at all times and might have viewed other forms of dance as too dainty for his taste.
I  turned, grinning at the judges as Sam sat back, a rather pleased smile on his face that had my hopes for Epel steadily rising. I already knew that Epel had succeeded in impressing Vil. The only remaining concern was Sam.
Those concerns faded quickly though as we approached the teacher’s table and Sam started speaking, “I was surprised that you picked a faster song considering the generally relaxed nature of the dance. But you pulled it off.”
Despite how harsh he’d been on some of the other’s performances, may Ace’s name never be forgotten, that was all Sam said to us. And that was enough.
Because when you danced swing, getting Sam’s approval was practically enough to guarantee you passed.
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