#vil schoenheit fluff

[cloudcountry]

kiss me more (book six spoilers)

SUMMARY: Vil wonders why the Prefect has been avoiding him lately, only to find that the answer is very interesting.

CHARACTER: Vil Schoenheit.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: who else freaked the fuck out when vil kissed their cheek in game? i am raising my hand. i was so freaked out that i had to brain dump and now this exists. vil stans come eat.

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Vil doesn’t quite understand what’s gotten into the Prefect ever since they returned from Styx. Whenever he is in their general vicinity, they make a run for it with a panicked look on their face. It’s starting to get irritating, because he can’t even confront behavior with how good they’ve gotten at avoiding him.

And so he hunts them down. They’re almost certainly at Ramshackle at this hour, and if this is what it takes for them to give him the explanation he wants, he will corner them on their own turf.

Vil knocks on the door and receives a quiet  “I’m coming!” from inside. Footsteps follow, and when he hears the door unlocking he braces for their inevitable escape attempt.

Attempt, because they aren’t getting away again.

The second the door opens, he catches it with his hand. He doesn't force himself in, he’s not a brute. He just stands there and watches their expression shift from panic to guilt.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, voice level and calm, “Have I done something to offend you?”

“Um-! I mean, no…” they murmur, looking anywhere but him, “You’re better off just not knowing, okay? I’m sorry-”

“I want to know.” he says, unrelenting as he narrows his eyes at them.

“I…It’s so embarrassing-! Please don’t laugh at me, okay?” they cover their face with their hands as they speak, and he hears the whispery scream that follows.

“Why in Twisted Wonderland would I laugh at you?” he shakes his head and sighs, “I’m not here to judge you. I just want an explanation.”

“I can’t stop thinking about what you did at Tartarus!” they blurt out, “Every time I think about you kissing my cheek I die! I can’t be around you after that, I would fumble and trip all over myself and be a nuisance! It would be embarrassing!”

Vil stands in shock as they cover their face again, clearly flustered beyond belief. Oh, this is so entertaining. He really should be kinder, but he has half a mind to tease them right now.

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

“Oh, is that right?” he chuckles, reaching out and peeling their hands away from their very warm face, “If you wanted another one, all you had to do was ask.”

“W…What?!” they shriek, hands trembling fiercely in his gentle grasp, “What are you talking about?! You can’t just-!”

“Oh, but I can. Will you allow me?” he hums, letting go of their hands in order to cup their face, “It would be a pleasure.”

“I…I…I…” their mouth moves but no words come out, and Vil can’t help but think they’re just downright adorable right now.

He tilts their head and leans in, giving them the room they need to pull away if this is not what they want.

They don’t move.

He holds them reverently as he presses a kiss to their cheek, letting it linger before he pulls away. He can practically feel how warm their face is from his teasing, and it fills him with a smug satisfaction. Who else could make them this speechless?

“What was that for?!” they shriek, frantically waving their hands around their neck and face, “You-! You can’t just do that-!”

“I do hope you’ll stop ignoring me now.” Vil smiles smugly as he stares at them adoringly.

They’re still babbling, attempting to regain their thought process, but he knows they understand.

And if not, he’ll just have to teach them again.

[trappolia]

BEAUTIFUL BOY (OH, WHAT ENVY) ── vil schoenheit + gn!reader, 588

"beautiful boy."

praise whispered by millions across the lands who have bore witness to his likeness in fashion magazines, movies, plays, commercials ─ it all echoed in your mind like a mantra; a religion to bring you down to your knees, to surrender all material possessions and then some, maybe a limb or an eye or a heart.

such weakness was easy when it came to vil schoenheit; as cruel as he may be, giving you that coy smile upholding such arrogance, befitting of some beloved prince.

"tell me something i don't know," he mused, dragging his fingers through the nonexistent knots in his hair. fair-haired prince, dipped in lavender and ambrosia.

you could, maybe. tell him something he doesn't know, that is. you, at the very least, knew vil in a manner that bordered on intimacy. the younger students called him cold and sharp, like the bitter chill of a mid-winter afternoon, but you could say with suspicious certainty that he was cold in a literal sense, the prim digits of his fingers freezing enough to send shivers down your spine when he tucked a wayward strand back behind your ear. and there was also those things you classified as "other"; such things that even the hunter's eye could not surmise. blissful sighs against your collarbone, sweet lips against the apples of your cheeks, the flush of his cheeks, ears and chest (not from the cold).

in those moments, you could almost think you loved him more than you envied him.

almost.

in retrospect, you were indeed in love with him. or some odd, twisted semblance of the world; warped by comments on social media, hollered jeers of the paparazzi and whispers immortalised in the ink of magazines and the digital world of news articles and gossip blogs. it was easy to love vil as a fan, as an admirer; not so much when you were alike in dignity and pride, held on the same pedestal by the same bloodthirsty others that sought your blood, sweat and tears. for someone of your standings, it was all the more difficult to see each other eye to eye, to perhaps witness something in that unfiltered, unbidden gaze of the other and have everything collapse around you.

and yet─

"i think i do love you," you whispered, arms wrapped around his slim torso, he was laid out beneath you, reminiscent of a renaissance painting or an old photoshoot he'd done months ago, and it was perhaps a trick of your eye when you caught his ribs flutter against pale skin, like a jump of a pulse, a butterfly's wings against the crumpled white linen.

vil dared to smile, and instead of his ribs (cage to his heart, wretched thing that was) you were drawn to the shine of his hair in the lamplight, that twinkle in his eye. "you think i don't know that?"

"do you?" you exhaled, holding him like a lover would. or should?

"hm," vil's sharp, prim fingers (cold, cold, cold) grasped your jaw and tilted his mouth upwards to yours, velvet lips pushing against your chapped ones, and you belatedly thought that this was how he did it, how he put you under his spell and made you forget your envy, your bitter jealousy, in favour of whatever you called this ─ and then there was a quick brush of tongue, and you were bleeding to death in his arms, the world collapsing around you.

oh.

you'd forgotten that this was how people fall in love.

© trappolia 2024

[angelltheninth]

Hi! Could I request Vil, Deuce, and Jamil being kissed by their fem! s/o in public at VDC because she was so proud of their performance?

Love adorable requests like these, keep them coming!

Pairing: Deuce Spade, Jamil Viper, Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader

Tags: fluff, established relationship, kissing, public display of affection, blushing, teasing, hugging

A/N: A little fluff in luau of all the smut from today.

DEUCE

He was more then happy to receive your congratulatory kisses and even give you his own. He's never been short on affection when it comes to you, he likes seeing you smile right before he takes that smile with his own lips. The only time where he might he a little shy is if you're being really loud about declaring your affection, but if you're just coming up to him and giving him a big kiss then he's more then happy to get as many as you'll give him.

JAMIL

He's used to Kalim being the loud one and the one who usually puts his arm around him to drag him places, so your affections don't come as that big of a surprise, and way less of an annoyance to him. Most of the time he'll take a kiss on the cheek but for proper kisses on the lips he would like to keep them more private. Unless it's to show others that both of you are off limits, them it's alright but not too much of them.

VIL

He welcomes your kiss with a hug and a kiss of his own. He will never not take the chance to show off how much he loves you or how great of a couple the two of you are. A dreamy smile spreads across his lips when he sees you approaching, he almost wants to run to you, but he waits until you get close, and lifts you up and then down into a dip as you kiss him. Yes, he is dramatic, he knows that, you know that, and everyone who sees the kiss knows it too.

[cvlutos]

“A Natural Purple Suits You Best”

| 02.23.2022 | 1.2K | Mature Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader

| Characters 18+ | Suggestive | Vil in Lingerie | Implied Dom!Vil | Heels | Etc | Proceed with Caution, Dearest.

Summary: Vil works a lot, you know that cause you work for him. But it seems that even the man you work for has his own little secrets. [Pre-read and Idea From: @v-anrouge & my friend, Coco]

Work. Work. Work.

You’ve come to terms that Vil Schoenheit will always, always be a busy man. One who’s has several meetings, several photo shoots, several movie scenes, always moving and always working. Most of those things don’t pertain to you, you simply manage his wardrobe. He tells you the exact outfit needed and you have to prepare it. Make sure that his large walk in closet is organized and categorized correctly, that his clothes get washed perfectly and each item ironed. It’s a taxing job, always having to make sure he’s closet is in order when it seems he buys clothes every single day.

Today, is no different.

Your knees ache from resting on them, organized his multiple pairs of shoes, in alphabetical order, shoe type, and brand. Making sure each are visible and clean. You move easily, having done this job several times before, yet as your placing his newest pairs of heels on a low rack, you accidentally knock over a thick box. All the contents spilling out and scattering across the closet marble floor. Cursing under your breathe, you move to pick clean it all up, before your eyes land on a unfolded deep red lace material. You pick it up, completely unfolding it, it was a lingerie corset, with two flimsy satin straps.

You automatically check the size, and it matches with Vil’s. Your eyes nearly bulge out of your head, staring from the corset to the other items. Black garter belts, sheer black stockings, and lacy panties. You knew that Vil had not problem wearing women’s clothing, but to this extent.

You nearly jump out your skin when you hear a familiar voice clearing their throat. Your neck nearly snapping to look at your boss, towering over you with a deep scowl. No words need to be exchanged, simply giving a ‘what on earth are you doing in my stuff’, he’s still clearly on the phone and makes no effort you speak, only ordering you to clean it up with a wave of his finger and leaving his closet speaking to his manager.

You wish you could say that was the last time. But it wasn’t.

From a simple accidental secret to now, a weird common occurrence. Him making no effort to his newest shopping habit. Always making sure you knew how to clean them and maintain his new collect of lingerie. It was embarrassing, the mere thought of Vil trying on the clothes in private, right before bed to do lords knows what.

He calls your name, sending your flying from your thoughts as your stare blankly at his collections of shirts. Having been trying to put on the same button up on the same hanger for the last 10 minutes. You glance at your watch, it’s late, only 9pm and you’ve spent the majority of your day organizing. You hang the shirt up and stiffen a yawn, slipping out the closet into Vil’s bedroom. You don’t look in his direction, blindly answering him as your stack your arms with more shirts that need to be hung up.

“You agree that this looks well.”

“That wha—” Youre voice trails off, staring wide at through the large floor length mirror. Dressed in a lacy deep purple once peice, that clipped at the base of his neck and revealed the entirety of his back, stopping right above his ass. With long thigh length stockings, with frilly skin tight ends that dug lightly into his flesh, kept up by black garter belts that wrapped around his waist. His hair is down, grazing lightly over his shoulders, with a stray stand resting across his face. You’re sure it was purposeful.

“Well?” He turns to face you, waiting for you to answer, and when you can’t find the words, but also can’t look away he takes it as a good sign. “That’s all. You can finish up.” A lazy dismissal as he fiddles with his outfit, making adjustments as your waddle back into the closet.

How are you supposed to work after that.

You don’t.

That’s the answer you settle with, face burning as your try and focus on the straps along his ankles, he seemed lost in thought, leaning against his cushioned chair, with his black heel dig into your thigh as your fingers grazed against his ankles, fixing and adjusting the small silver buckles. You feel like fainitng, even as his own personal fashion, closet caretaker, whatever your damn job is, it has never been this—intimate. Sometimes your do the rare back zipper, maybe do his buttons while he’s focused on something else. But.. to be kneeling before him. You keep your head down, hands dropping your side, mummering a soft ‘done’. Vil doesn’t respond. Merely clicking his tongue, using the toe of his heel to lift your chin, gently forcing your you to look up at him.

“I don’t like when you mumble. Speak clearly.” A shiver runs down your spine, suddenly hyper aware of your own breathe as Vil leans back, hands gently resting along the arms of his hair, and legs crossed, a silk robe covering his body, but loose around his shoulders, revealing his collarbone and a portion of his chest, and with his legs crossed, you could see his bare thighs amd where it meets the skin tight black lingerie. Your eyes shift back to his, and he told his head. Waiting for you to speak.

“I’m done.”

Your voice is shaky, and you feel his shoe leave behind a searing touch as he moves away, ushering you up as he stands. Leading you towards his mirror, his hands gliding over your lower back to where you stood infront of him. Hands clasped together and trying to keep your breathing under control, he stands slightly behind you, eyes moving over your form, inspecting you, before deciding he liked whatever he saw. “I’m certain you’d look amazing in red and black, maybe white,” He’s speaking to himself, his elegant fingers graze over your arms, before moving to place them on your waist, the edges of his fingers, pulling at the ends of your shirt, slipping beneath it.

“Maybe a more natural purple?” There’s a teasing edge, and your sure he doesn’t mean any piece of clothing in his extensive wardrobe. You hold back a hot gasp, eyes flutter as he creeps higher, before resting on your chest. “Is that alright.”

…. Of course it is.

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[revasserium]

pomefiore #1 - truth

vil.

the truth is — he doesn’t know what to make of you, and it isn’t like it’s the first time he’s felt stumped by something, though he’d rather give up his favorite tinted moisturizer than to admit it but… there’s something about you. you, in all your unassuming beauty — the kind that begs no attention but your own, and yet leaves no one unchanged in its wake. the first time he sees you, he is held still by the sight, the quiet weight of your presence, and the first time you smiled, he’d found himself breathless, held still by his hummingbird heartbeat, the stitch and stagger of his lungs as he fights for the air that he knows he needs and yet. “you’re staring,” you’d said to him once, long after he’d admitted to you how he felt, and not so long after you’d admitted to him that you’re not quite sure what this is but you’re willing to try. “i know,” he says, offering you nothing more than a painted porcelain smile, his eyes never leaving yours. “you can take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you tease, feeling a blush as it warms your cheeks, but vil only shakes his head, “a picture could never do you justice… what a preposterous thought.” and he says this was if it were an obvious thing, reaching out to brush a stray strand of hair from your cheek, “and why would i bother with a picture when i could spend my time admiring the real thing?”

rook.

the truth is — he’s been a gone man since the moment he saw you, and suddenly, everything he’s ever thought he knew of falling in love, of being swept off one’s feet, of happily-ever-afters, seems shallow in the face of this — whatever this is. because he’s certain that there isn’t a word big enough for it yet, this thing inside him whenever you deign to look his way, whenever you cast him a shy glance or a smile, whenever he hears the sound of your crystalline laughter, ringing through him like so many church bells, tolling the coming of something heavenly indeed. “the descent of an angel,” he proclaims, sweeping into a too-low bow the first time you ask him what he thinks of you being here, crash-landing the way you did into the entrance ceremony. you’d laughed again, then said, “c’mon, i’m being serious!” to which he’d pressed a hand to his chest, his eyes going wide as he insists, “i’m being nothing but! do you think i’d make jest of such a momentous occasion?” and when you’d pursed your lips, blushing hard, looking anywhere but at him, he’d reached out to tilt your chin back up took at him, only to say, “i mean… what else am i supposed to think? when someone like you falls from the sky? if that’s not a blessing, then truly, i don’t know what is.”

epel.

the truth is — he’s never felt more at home that he does with you, and not because you remind him of home, the soft, lilting accent of your voice so much more melodious than his own, but when you’d told him that you like his accent, he’d gone quiet for almost a full ten minutes, trying to think of something perfect to say. he comes up blank, but by then, you’d gone back to your book, humming as if you hadn’t just shattered his entire world with a single sentence and gone about your day. so he lets himself sink into the summer-like warmth of your presence, the sweet and tang of your teasing eyes, your daring laughter, the way your tongue darts out over your apple-red lips when you’re thinking too hard. and he wonders, god does he wonder — what those lips might taste like, what they might feel like. if they’re just as sweet as he thinks they are, or if they, like you, carry a sharpness inside like a hidden knife, if they might split him open if he were to one day press his own lips to yours, for just the quickest taste. maybe someday, he’ll try, but for today, he contents himself with watching your eyes flicker back and forth over the pages of the book, and he thinks maybe someday, but tomorrow is someday too, isn’t it?

[bnuuys-writing]

Chapter One. The Castle Within The Fog.

HERE YOU GO VIL SIMPS! The first chapter of Howl's Moving Castle Vil x F!Reader!!

I am having fun making this, it was a little hard to start but WE GOT THIS! I hope you enjoy reading the first chapter!

TW: Creepy men, self image issues

-Bnuuy Out!

The fog was dense upon the hills, rolling over shepherds and their sheep, edging them back home towards their farmhouses as something waltzed within its secure density. Hissing, thumping and whirring could be heard through the fog, for it could only hide but not mute the sounds of a moving castle. Specifically, Vil Schoenheit’s moving castle. For everyone knew about the Sorcerer’s moving castle, and wondered where his loyalties were during these troubling times. Yet, no one could ever tell the proper story of Vil’s Moving Castle, only rumors fluttered about him and his mysterious ways.

You sighed as you looked out the window, watching plumes of black smoke roll past your window as a train passed by your quaint little shop. Or at least the shop you work in currently, weaving and decorating hats for the world to buy. A single wish always being pushed into the hat by your words, of how beautiful it will be, or that the owner will love said hat forever, or even in some cases; that whoever purchases this hat will find their true love. You always thought pushing these little wishes onto the hat would make the owner a little more happier with life, for you were certainly lacking a bit.

“Y/n! We closed up the shop a little early! Why don't you come to the festival with us?” One of your coworkers piped up, looking into your little room filled with hats and decorations. A small smile was on her face as she looked you up and down from where you were sitting and tilted her head. Of course, all these women were absolutely beautiful, having grown within their respective middle aged lives, and they seemed as if they hadn't had a care in the world; As if, they themselves, had no insecurities for who they are or what they looked like.

“No, thank you though. I should probably stay here and finish this hat. You go on and have fun.” You replied, smiling at her as you returned your gaze back to the hat within your hands. It was the perfect shade of pink, with a violet ribbon wrapping around the middle of it, where you were sowing in red berries with a few leafs upon it, and one beautiful pinecone. Whoever purchases this hat will be the finest lady come wintertime. You could hear all the voices of your coworkers speaking, how they were all ready to go and how excited they were until one piped up about seeing Vil’s castle within the rolling hills, hidden beneath the fog.

You gaze tore away from the hat once more as you looked outside your window. No more black smoke clouding your gaze as you looked off into the hills that were encased in mountains behind them and within those hills; There it was. Vil’s Moving Castle. So far and small, you could barely see it within the fog but with certainty, you could see its spindly legs moving back into the fog to hide away from the warplanes flying above. Although you tried to ignore it, you could hear your coworkers speaking about Vil Schoenheit.

“Did you hear about Fartha, the girl from South Haven? They say Vil tore her heart out!” 

“Now I’m too scared to go out!” 

“What? Well don't worry! They say he only preys on pretty girls!” 

You could hear their giggling and you could only sigh, rolling your eyes as you returned to the hat within your hands. WIthin the next minute, you could hear the bell at the front door ring, then a click. Signaling that the women of the shop have all left to go out and have some fun within the parade, the festival, the goodest of all times for there was tension peace between the two countries. One wrong move and there will be a whole war breaking out. You only sighed as you looked down at the hat in your hands, wondering what else could be placed upon the lonesome looking hat before shaking your head. You had plans that you needed to follow through on. 

Grabbing your hat and making your way to the nearest mirror, you tried smiling, flaunting off the pale hat with only a few buttons on the top, draped in a pink ribbon, yet nothing seemed to work. A part of you telling you it wasn't worth it, that you didn't look pretty nor good enough. You hated this part of yourself, as you seemed to cover your eyes with the hat, having pulled it down hard over your head as you began to make your way out, adjusting the hat as needed. It wouldn't matter anyway, because you didn't want to get stuck within the crowd, you traversed into the empty alleyways of the streets. 

You could hear the loud fanfares of the trumpets, of the drums and the marching of the soldiers, the cheering crowd, and the humming engine of the tanks rolling by while the warplanes flew overhead, bearing the flag of your country. Yet, you refused to be out there within the crowd. Holding a piece of paper of where you were destined to go, you looked up every once and a while just to stop and see street signs, passing the occasional guard as well and ever seeming to rush by them with a startled gasp. You never wanted to be left alone with a guard, and you wished that your luck would deliver you unto the cafe you were supposed to meet your sister at. 

Yet, your luck couldn't have been any worse.

Glancing up from the paper, you immediately took a step back as you looked up a little higher just to see a guard leaning on the wall, effectively blocking your way from passing forward. Alarms began to ring within your head as you stared up at the unfamiliar man who just seemed to smile down at you, something behind his eyes screaming interest towards you.

“Hey, it seems like a little mouse has lost its way.” He started out, trying his best to act suave towards you. Yet, you were not having it as you became more uncomfortable by the fact of this man keeping you here within this lonesome alleyway. 

“Oh no, I'm not lost.” Your voice wavered slightly as you took another step back, trying to keep yourself distanced from the guard leaning on the wall only for another to appear at his side. 

“This little mouse looks thirsty, we should take her for a cup of tea.” By now, the two guards have completely blocked your pathway, both smiling down at your form as you seemed to become even more unnerved. There was no one to hear your cries for help if you did even try. 

“No thanks, my sister is expecting me.” You lowered your head slightly, trying to keep the fear within your eyes hidden as you just stared at the wall behind them. You didn't dare try to meet their gaze again as the other guard seemed to lean over just to inspect you, getting close and personal. 

“She’s pretty cute for a mouse…” He spoke out, smiling at you as you disregarded any eye contact with him as well. 

“How old are you even? Do you live around here?” The first guard spoke once more as they both took a step forward to get closer to you, in which you could only respond by taking a step backwards, pulling your arms closer to your chest as you kept your head down. 

“Leave me alone!” You blurted out, trying to sound like stone. You tried to save yourself from the misery of this ending right here. You needed to escape, or just to run, there was no one to hear you.

“You see,” The first guard spoke up, laughing over at his buddy. “Even your mustache scares all the girls.” 

“So? I think she’s even cuter when she is scared!” As the both of them turned their gazes back to you, evil glints within their eyes as you knew you were a goner now.

“There you are sweetheart, sorry I'm late. I was looking everywhere for you.” Almost like a calling from the divine, a gentle grasp wrapped around you as if you were being wrapped up within a warm blanket. Something- No, Someone, was here to save you! Feeling the hand on your shoulder, and you being pulled closer to the chest of the man saving your life, you could only tense up with your shoulders rising and a look of shock spreading on your face.

“Hey, hey! We were busy here!” The first guard spoke up, clearly irritated by the fact that this stranger appeared out of nowhere only to interrupt the time with you. The hand slid off of your shoulder as now the forearm was resting on it, for whoever this stranger was; they seemed to make it look exactly like he knew you. You were grateful for the help to get these goons away from you but now you had another issue at hand. How were you going to repay this man for the help he is offering you? 

“Are you really? It seemed to me that the two of you were just leaving.” With the hand that was once resting on your shoulder, and with a flick of the finger. The two guards seemed to straighten out and with another flick from this mysterious man's finger, they began to march away from the two of you as the man dragged his hand off of you and into the direction that the guards were going. Then, once more, his hand returned to your shoulder. Relief seemed to sap its way into your muscles, for the fact that this man had saved you from two people that most definitely shouldn't be guards. The man finally spoke up once more as you glanced up at him finally. “Don't hold it against them, they’re actually not all that bad. Where to? I’ll be your escort this evening.”

By the heavens above, this man was gorgeous. With beautiful blond hair that faded into a lilac purple, let loose and letting those beautiful locks rest against his shoulders. Clearly, this man was not from here by the way he dressed, yet he did have a taste in fashion. What you couldn't deny were his beautiful lilac eyes that seemed ever happy to see you, as if they had a secret within them that you had yet to discover.

“Oh! I'm just… Uhm- Going to the bakery…” You answered out, baffled about how gorgeous this man looked in front of you. As the man leaned a tiny bit closer to you, you could only lean backwards slightly to avoid any accidents that could have possibly happened.

“Don't be alarmed, but I'm being followed. Act normal.” What was normal when such a handsome man just saved you and is now escorting you to the bakery you were going to meet your sister at? With one hand cradled to your chest, and the other now wrapping around the man's arm as he gently led you down the alleyways to the bakery. Unbeknownst to you, black slimy goop figures began to appear out from the walls, yet the strangest thing is that they were all wearing hats! 

More began to appear behind you and then in front of you, as they seemed to look at your general direction and follow the both of you. Fear bubbled up within your stomach yet this stranger seemed ever so calm! How could he be so calm?!

“Sorry, looks like you’re involved.” This man whispered out to you as you could only gasp in alarm, clinging tighter onto the man's arm as you two ducked into a separate alleyway, causing the two opposing forces of goop men to slam into each other. Though, with reinforced goop men in front of you and more behind you, they began to charge forward to where you stood with this mysterious man. Yet, you were now running with this man towards the figures at the end of this alleyway.

“Hold on!” Within seconds, you felt an arm wrap around your upper waist and at the last second before you two were smashed into the goop figures, you both seemed to jump as you were now soaring through the air. Anxiety and filled with fear, you clung onto the man who could only smile down at you, one of his hands holding onto yours while the other still held you close to him by your upper waist. “Now straighten your legs and start walking.” His voice was so smooth as you did as he told you to do. You… You were flying! Floating? Walking on air?! You didn't care, you were above the crowd and you were walking through the sky!

Delight, yet fear bubbled through your system as you couldn't believe it! Both hands clasped around his own, you were left in a state of surprise you didn't know how to even react to this moment! Who was this person, and how could they have such great magical talents?!

“See? Not so hard, is it?” The man spoke out once more, chuckling at your surprised reaction as you continued to walk with him through the sky. With a synchronized step, you both stepped on top of a pointed roof that was in the shape of a ball, and propelled yourselves forward. “You are a natural.” He stated out, looking at you with a pleased expression in which you could only look back at him and smile, a feeling of reassurance flooding your system as you were no longer feeling anxious. 

The crowd didnt even seem to give you two a glance as they continued their merry way of parading through the festival. Though, the bakery was coming in sight as the strange man landed on the hand railing as he lifted you up ever so slightly just to sweetly and delicately place you onto the balcony. Everything seemed so surreal, that you could only just stare up at him in a mix of awe and confusion, your cheeks dusted pink as you were also a bit sheepish to have been escorted in such a way by a strange, magical, not to mention; a very handsome man.

“I’ll make sure to draw them off. But wait a bit before you head back outside.” He smiled down at you as he slowly slid his hand out from holding yours as you could only stare up at him with that same expression. One filled with so much awe, and you could feel your heartbeat pounding against your chest. With a nod of your head, a small ‘okay’ coming from your mouth, he seemed ever pleased by your reaction.

“That's my girl.” 

With that, the man jumped backwards off the railing, floating downwards into the mass of a crowd. Yet, when you looked over the railing to try and find him again, he was no longer there. As if he were a figment of your imagination. 

[fa1rysugar]

Sweet Dreams

Girl I did not know what to name this 😭😭😭

Vil Schoenheit x Gn!Reader. Fluff.

Trigger Warnings: Heavy Language, Fluff, Use of pet names (love and darling), bad writing, and cuddling.

Requests are open! If you request using Anon you can pick an emoji and you can be that Anon.

I'm so tired of people making him mean he would be so sweet to his S/O.

You were laying on his chest. His breath steady as he scrolled threw the comments on his recent post. His eyes sharp as he read them. His other hand in your hair mindlessly stroking it. With a sigh he put his phone down.

"Darling? Are you still awake?" He asked looking down at you. You nodded. He smiled at you twirling a peice of of your hair in his fingers.

"How was your day?" He asked his hair tied up. God, you were so in love with him.

"It was okay." You said looking up at him smiling.

"That's great. Ready to go to bed love?" He asked looking down at you. You nodded. He smiled wrapping his arms around hyou kissing your forehead. Closing his eyes.

English is not my first language spelling and grammar mistakes might occur. I apologize for the inconvenience.

A/N: I'm moving right now so I might not post everyday! Sorry!

Any form of interaction makes me very happy and helps my block!

[loverofazul]

𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.5

-Ｐｏｍｅｆｉｏｒｅ Ｄｏｒｍ-

Vil hummed, running his fingers through your hair, detangling it. His eyes were closed as he held you close. He couldn't help but kiss your forehead as you began to slowly drift to sleep.

"I love you so much, My Sweet Potato" He mumbled against their forehead.

Head burying into the male's chest, mumbling back. "Love you....too....My Flower......"

Epel held back a yawn as he snuggled into your side after a long day. His hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled. He struggled to stay awake as his mind told him to rest. His energy gone from memorizing everything for the test the next day.

"Love...you...Apple..." He mumbled, gripping onto your shirt as he fell in and out of consciousness.

A kiss on his head was the last thing he felt before he fell asleep. "Love you too, My Man"

Rook buried his nose into your hair as he took in your scent. It was an all too familiar scent. One he was in love with so much. His kisses went from your forehead to your nose then your lips. A soft delicate kiss to your smiling lips.

"Love you so much, Mon Lapin" He mumbled against your lips, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

"And I love you, My Hunter" You mumbled back against his lips.

Mon Lapin -> My Bunny in French (I used google translate, so please do tell me if it's wrong!)

Requests are Open!

[travellingarmy]

Hiii I was wondering if you have any time could you write a brother’s friend trope where reader is the little sibling of Kalim and while she’s visiting during the VDC she meets Vil and falls in love with him all while being really shy. Of course if it’s to much trouble you don’t have to

Have a wonderful day <3

║Vil Schoenhit║ Brother, I’m in Love!

Reader: She/her pronouns + titles. 

Warning(s): Slight changes to canon.

All rights reserved. Do not steal/copy and paste it anywhere else.

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“Jaaaamil!” 

The sun is just barely peeking out when Scarabia’s dorm is making a huge ruckus. If the seven dorms were any closer, it’s a sure that Crowley will be receiving noise complaints day in and day out. They were rowdy, sure, but that is just the energy that the dorm always has.

The same, slightly high-pitched voice screams for Jamil further down Scarabia’s dorm hall and by the sounds of it, it was drawing ever the nearer with every second. “Jaaamil!”

The voice stops short right at the entrance of the kitchen. “Oh, Jamil! I knew I’d find you here, hehe.” White hair as bright as the moon and red eyes brighter than the gems who share the same colour skips inside the kitchen with glee, snickering excitedly. “Anyway, Jamil, Jamil—“ 

“Just spit it out, Kalim! Stop screaming my name for Seven’s sake!” Jamil rubs the bridge of his nose, showing how annoyed he was. His head had been ringing all day long but it’s only still early in the morning; just a quarter to seven. This is what was meant when the other dormitories would be annoyed to be hearing ruckus from Scarabia, especially Savanaclaw and their lazy, always-seem-to-be-sleeping dorm leader. Ah, but there’s also Pomfiore. Can’t forget Pomfiore students who prioritize their “beauty” sleep. Maybe Diasomnia will forgive them.. Their dorm leader and vice dorm leader are nocturnal creatures anyway. 

“Have you prepared it? Have you? Have you?” Kalim’s eyes turned into stars as he waited for the answer, his words were vague but nothing that Jamil couldn’t understand. Jamil could only sigh at his master’s silliness, “It’ll come later today, but still today just as requested. The item is particularly rare so delivery is taking a longer route to avoid the item being stolen.” He crossed his arms. 

“Haha, I knew I could count on you, Jamil!” The white-haired male grins and pats Jamil’s back proudly. As annoying he is being right now, Jamil felt that he was slightly restless before. He understands where this is coming from. After all, the one he cherishes the most is coming tomorrow and Jamil knew that Kalim wants nothing but the best of gifts. 

“Hehe, I can’t wait for the VDC tomorrow!”

— 

Both the old and new alike, all sorts of transportation vehicles from modern cars to carriages were entering through the school’s gate one at a time. Of course, there’s those who walked and others who flew (or just straight up teleported there). 

VDC is usually packed with all sorts of people and this year was no different. Giants, faes, humans.. All walks of life were gathered in one place to see what this year has in store for their hunger for some entertainment.. Aaand there were also those agents scouting for talents. 

“Do you see her? Do you? Do you?” Kalim scans over the ocean of heads excitedly, looking for a particular head that he knew O’ so well from one of the school’s balconies. “Calm down. She’ll come so stop yapping, will you?” Jamil crosses his arms and leans back on the wall adjacent to the railings. Kalim looks behind him at his companion and slightly pout. “But what if she doesn’t come?”

“She will. She said in her letter and you know she doesn’t lie,” he says confidently, but secretly still praying anyway that she really does show up and nothing bad has happened along the way. 

… 

“AH!” Kalim slams his hands on the concrete rails which alerted Jamil. “What? Hey, don’t just suddenly scream like that, you idiot!” He uncrosses his arms and lectures him. “Wait, hey— What are you doing!? Hey—!!” Before he knew it, Kalim threw himself over the rails over a height that could kill a person on impact. Jamil runs towards the rails and looks down, stomach churning at the possible thought of seeing his body around a pool of blood and on VDC of all days too! And before anyone knew it, the event would have shut down before it even started all because of this fool—

“Hehe!” Just below, Kalim sits atop a magic carpet and heads in a particular direction. “You idiot!” Jamil’s teeth grinding on each other. He nearly had a heart attack because of him for Seven’s sake! “My life has been shortened..” He says as he feels a part of his soul leaving him.

“[Naaame]!” Kalim shouts from over the heads of many, causing onlookers to look up in curiosity. 

You were standing at one of the stalls, looking on with sparkly eyes just before someone had yelled out your name. You blink, registering that it wasn’t just your head messing with you and wiped away the drool pooling at the corner of your mouth. The aroma of the corndogs is making it too hard to resist for your never satisfied stomach. 

Nevertheless, your head looks around for the source of the voice. 

“[Naaame]!” This time, your heads were drawn to the sky at a speedily approaching figure. “Is that.. EH!? Kalim, wait! You’re going to— BONK!” He collided with you head first and sent both of you toppling down on the ground. 

“Urgh.. Kalim..” You push yourself up with your arms and rub a growing pain on your forehead. “What was—“

“Hehe! [Name], [Name]! You really came!” Kalim pushes himself up (though still on top of you) and grins an all too familiar grin. Seeing him again and that familiar of a smile, whatever lecture you were about to spew died on your tongue.

Even though he was older out of the two of you, he was much like the younger sibling than you did. He acted more excitable like that of a young child rather than a young adult that he is. Nevertheless, you loved him as his sibling. “Of course I’d come,” you say softly, so soft that it could be considered a whisper. “Why, did you think I wouldn’t show up?” 

He got up and extended a hand out for you, that signature grin still smeared on his face. “Hehe, I knew you’d come!” He says cheerfully. You returned a smile of your own. You looked around and over his shoulder, noticing that something was amiss. “Oh, Kalim, where is–” “Kalim!” Before you could proceed with your sentence, a shrieking voice drew ever the near quickly. 

Pushing people aside, Jamil parts a wall of bodies until he got to where you both were. “Do you have any idea how reckless of a stunt that was!? Have you gone mad!!?” There was Jamil with a scolding on his lips. “Hehe, sorry! I saw [Name] so I went up to her!” He laughs. 

“Went up to her, how!? You threw yourself off the balcony and nearly gave me a heart attack!” He had so many things to say which you found it to be something to laugh at; how Jamil acts is like a mother hen to her chicks and you found it endearing. 

“Ah, [Name], it’s good to see you here,” Jamil finally says, now acknowledging your presence. “Sorry about that outburst.” You giggled with a smile, “It’s fine. I’m sure Kalim has given you a handful of problems leading up to today.” 

He rests his hands on his hips and sighs deeply, shaking his head with a defeated look. “You wouldn’t believe..” 

Kalim butts in with an elated look and pumping both of his fists up and down in front of his chest. “Ah! [Name], [Name]! I got you something!” he said and looked toward Jamil with a look of expectancy. “Oh right..” You just now noticed that Jamil had been holding a small, rectangular box when he extended his hand out to you. 

You look at both men– Kalim was bouncing excitedly on the spot and Jamil nodded– before taking the gift. Inside was a necklace with a huge orb and two slightly smaller ones on each side. It had the colour of the desert– a raging, orange fire. There was some gold too that held the entire piece beautifully and would rattle like coins in a pouch. 

“These are the eyes of a queen scorpion that have been torched into glass,” Jamil said. “It was difficult to find but Kalim wouldn’t stop nudging me.” Kalim gives a toothy laugh and you couldn’t help but smile even more. “Thank you both.” 

“Aww, [Name]!!” Kalim sees the adorable smile on your face and couldn’t help but pull you into a bone crushing hug. “See, Jamil! I knew it would be worth it! Did you see how cute she was?” He rubs his cheeks against yours as if he can’t get enough of your physical touch.

It was like that for a while until an announcement came on that the main event would start soon. “Ah! Kalim, hurry up! We have to go or else Vil will have our heads.” 

“Hm? Where are you guys going?” You asked. “Ah, [Name], it was going to be a surprise but you see, Kalim and I are one of the performers,” he quickly explains, already grabbing onto Kalim’s arm to pry him off of you. “Oh, I see! Good luck to you two!” Were the only things you said so that you wouldn’t keep them too long. 

“You’ll come watch us, right, [Name]?” Kalim asks, although probably already knowing the answer. You nod and smile. “Of course, I will!” 

–

Now by yourself in a massive crowd, it was pretty easy to push you around without Jamil or Kalim. “Excuse me.. Excuse– oh!” Amidst the pushing and shoving, you were pushed all the way to an archway that led inside the school building. One more forceful shove and you lost your balance. 

Your eyes closed shut and were expecting pain in your butt that would send straight up your head but however, you didn’t. Your eyes opened and blinked a few times. You were halfway your fall when firm arms hooked underneath your armpits so now you were in that awkward position. 

“Are you alright?” A voice drew your attention over your shoulders and thereupon you felt you’ve been deprived of oxygen as you held your breath at the sigh of a man. The word ‘beautiful’ couldn’t even hold a candle to him. And it seems like he was awe-struck too with how his eyes widened slightly and eyebrows raised a bit, but you didn’t need to know that. 

He asks again if you were okay and this time, you push yourself on your feet, a growing blush dusting your cheeks. “A-ah yes.. I, I’m okay!” You smile awkwardly and hope you didn’t stare too long and eye him like a candy. 

He nods and was about to say something until a voice the became louder as it came closer drew his attention away. “Roi du poison! Oh how I had searched for you, roi du poison!” Now, a blonde man wearing a hat entered the conversation- if it could have been called that. “Roi du poison, i had worried you had been taken or worse, suddenly getting the blue and thus cannot perform anymore!” 

“As if I’d lose the opportunity to outshine Neige,” the beautiful man was now having a full conversion with his friend and you just stood there awkwardly. Just as they began to turn to leave, he stopped and looked back at you, now just remembering he had helped somebody. You straighten your back which he found silly. “Pfft.” He contains a laugh, disguising it as a cough behind a hand. “I hope to see you around.” He smiles one last time before joining his friend that awaited him just a little bit away from you two. 

You were left there in a confused state all the while your face being flushed pink. You were repeating the last thing he said to you and deep down,  you were silently praying that you’d get to meet him. Was it a spell that he casted, to make anyone be enthralled by him? 

The speakers came again, snapping you out of a daze. You once again joined the crowd– that was fortunately and unfortunately less crowded– and sat at the furthest row from the seat since the front rows were very much full. 

Like the rest, you were excited but more so to see Kalim perform. But what you weren’t expecting to see when he did come on was that the man from earlier was also on stage alongside him. “Ah.” Suddenly remembering the moment that just passed, you did recall him wearing the school’s uniform. Well, what were you expecting? It’s not like someone like him who possibly could be a supermodel to not go to such a prestigious school. 

Safe to say that your attention had been diverted away from Kalim. 

–

“[Name], [Name]! Did you like my dance?” Kalim now joins you by the hip after the performances have been finished. Jamil was there too, standing close by. “Hm? Oh, yes, I did!” You smiled and chuckled a bit. You sweatdrop at the thought that he knew that you hadn’t been paying attention to him at all and thus would make him pout. 

“Ah, that performance is making me hungry.. Let’s go eat, [Name]!” Kalim drags you by the wrist and Jamil follows. He sure is energetic despite him being hungry and probably tired from the performance. “Ooh! Look, look! Shawarmas!” Kalim halted in his steps when he was parallel to a food stall selling shawarmas. There were stars in his eyes as he eyes them. 

“Let’s get some, [Name]!” He says and turns his head towards Jamil since he forgot to bring money. Jamil sighs, fishing out a pouch of coins. “Just 2, and some packet of hot sauce,” Jamil says to the vendor. “Hm? You’re not getting any, Jamil?” You ask. He shook his head, saying that he’s not hungry and he doesn’t have a big appetite unlike Kalim. 

“Hehe, these are so good!” After getting your food, Kalim was the first to take a big bite out of his. You look on fondly at his childlike manner before taking a bite out of yours. 

“Hm? Kalim, do you know her?” Just then, a voice steps in to join the small group and you turn your head to see the same person that had saved you from a fall and you began to choke on the food. “[Name]!” Jamil was quick to aid you and grab a bottle of water to down the food. 

“Hm, of course!” Kalim grins and rests an arm around your shoulder. “She’s my little sister, [Name]!” 

“Little sister?” His eyebrows raised but quickly returned to its natural, resting  position. “Roi du poison, isn’t this the little maiden from earlier?” his companion was there too. “I must apologize for not having the chance to introduce myself and swiftly taking him away from you earlier.” He takes off his hat and places it on top of his heart and dips down slightly. So elegant, you thought. 

“Hmm? You know them, [Name]? Your brother looked at you and you nodded. “Well, not really.. He was there when I was about to fall and helped me..” You corrected. 

“In that case, why don’t I introduce you to my friends!” Kalim beams with excitement, so happy that you’d be getting to know more students from NRC. “This is Rook,” he points to the one with the hat first, “And this is Vil!” He points to the one whom you have been enchanted to meet. So his name is Vil, you thought, your face slightly feeling warm.

“Hehe, and this is [Name]!” Kalim hugs you tightly, making you embarrassed how he babies you so much. You were telling Kalim to stop but you overheard the soft mention of your name, drawing your attention to Vil. “[Name].. It’s a beautiful name,” he says and looks at you with soft eyes. “It’s been a pleasure to meet you and I’m sorry to cut this short but I have to go now.”

“O-oh.. Okay..” You were disappointed at just how brief the moment was, but at least you got to know his name.

Later that evening, when you returned home, what you didn’t expect to see on your phone the moment you got to relax was a notification– a notification that Vil had followed your Magicam account. Suddenly remembering him, your cheeks became the colour of a rose. 

You opened the app in order to follow him back but was surprised at the huge number of followers he had. “Oh wow..!” You followed him back and began to stalk his page. The pictures were all well polished as if he was someone super popular. “He might be..” You mumbled. Just then, a notification popped up that someone had messaged you– it was Vil. 

You panicked, not sure what to do but before you could do any of that, you first checked what he even sent. 

I hope to know more about you. Let’s talk some time. It reads. You became giddy that you had possibly gain the attention of someone so beautiful. With a smile that no one could ever see, you began to type away.

~♡~

If you noticed I got lazy at the end, no you didn’t. 

[astelren]

TWST being given a bouquet

ೃ⁀➷ TW/CW: Fluff, Gender Neutral Reader, A little bit of angst on Leona but nothing too much, Broken English, Rook is there, Save Ruggie, I say two words in french and they are prob wrong, let me know if I need to add more TW/Tags ♡ Minors please interact with me only by liking or reblogs. ➳ Pair: Leona Kingscholar x Reader, Vil Schoenheit x Reader (Twisted Wonderland) Words Count: 995

⤠ Relationship HCs (Lilia) ⤟ TWST Masterlist (soon!) ⤠ Reaction to you crying (Leona, Jack) ⤟

@/jackies-wonderland requested: Hello innocent little flower! Since we are talking about flowers, how about Leona and Vil who are pissed or sad for some reason (you know what expressions they do), with a s/o that gives them a colorful bouquet of wildflowers: "I took them for you but you have to smile, okay? " You decide how to write it, you're the writer right? Good luck, thank you!

This brings me back memories, I don't remember if I posted this before or after TWST first release but it was my first ever post about twst. Lets not talk about how bad my writing/english was at the time... - This is a rewriting of my old work, originally posted on @/severnrsstuff (now severnr0ses).

✧˚ · . Leona Kingscholar

Even if Leona acts like he doesn’t care about anything, in reality, it’s pretty obvious that it’s simply not true; he cares about a lot of things and people, but he has been too hurt to show the truth of his feelings. You know that very well. Leona rather than showing any “weakness”, as he calls it, would probably prefer to die. You also knew that very well.

But you also knew how to understand him, how to catch those little moments when Leona would show his real feelings; his eyes going dull for mere seconds, showing how much sadness he has inside deep inside of him, and every time you catch those time your heart drops.

You didn’t quite know what happened this time; did he remember something about his brother or family? Maybe he had a fight with them? You weren’t fully aware of what happened in Leona’s past, only what Ruggie had told you once, but you wanted to hear the whole story from Leona himself. You wanted him to be happy, so you had an idea. Finding Leona is always hard; whenever he discovers a new place to sleep he would take a nap there and not respond to anyone for hours, leaving you to worry and search for him with Ruggie more often than you would like to admit. So you had no idea where he could be, all you could do was either ask people or search all around the school like always, hoping to find him soon. After what felt like hours, you were finally able to find him and, strangely, he wasn’t sleeping but he was looking at the sky. 

“Leona?” you call him with a soft voice, getting closer to him hiding the bouquet behind you, although you knew that it was useless due to his strong nose.

“What is it no-“ Leona starts already annoyed and with a grunt on his face, only to get interrupted by your little surprise.

A bouquet showed up right in his face, all the different fragrances of the flowers on his nose probably annoy him a little bit. Leona watches you with surprise all written on his face, clearly confused at your gift.

“I took them for you but you have to smile, okay?” it’s all you said before giving the bouquet to him, watching as Leona took the flowers in his hands with surprising care, and you could almost swear he had an almost invisible smile on his face. For quite a while he didn’t say anything, making you worry that you somehow managed to anger him, but Leona just pats you on your head and gets up, muttering something about being hungry. The next day you heard Ruggie asking very confused and almost worried why Leona had some flowers in his room, ordering Ruggie to take care of them.

✧˚ · . Vil Schoenheit

Today wasn’t a good one for Vil: he was trying to make a new make-up, but a first-year somehow ruined it. You hoped the best for the first year, Vil could be very cruel when he wanted to, especially if you mess up with very important stuff, but maybe with a first year, he was going to be more… Merciful. Now you had to deal with a very angry dorm leader, and you didn’t quite know what to do.

Vil was really picky about anything, only wanting the very best, but he was even worse with gifts. You had to be extremely careful about every little detail, in hopes that his mood may improve having him in such a bad mood wasn’t ideal, and you wanted to see his smile. Searching on your phone for a few minutes you read a good idea: bouquets! It’s a simple idea, you weren’t sure if it was going to work, but one that could be very beautiful. You happily pick up the flowers, only choosing the most beautiful one and carefully searching their meaning, knowing how Vil was going to check for those (if he doesn’t already know), and you only wanted the best for Vil after all. Luckily for you, finding the most beautiful flowers wasn’t so hard not so long, you were able to find enough flowers to make a beautiful and outstanding bouquet, one that could only be at least fair to Vil's beauty. You make sure to make the bouquet as perfect as it can be, glaring at it multiple times during your walk to meet up with Vil as you two planned before, your mind full of anxiety and fear of rejection.

Before you could actually think of changing the gift you arrive at your meeting place for your date with Vil, that was talking with Rook about something you couldn’t catch on. As soon as the hunter sees you a big smile appears on his face, eyes full of curiosity at your bouquet in your hand.

“Ufufu” he laughs, glaring back at Vil “It was a wonderful talk Roi de Poison, but it seems I have to go. Au revoir!” Rook leaves waving at you both, clearly amused by this whole situation.

“Hello, my love” Vil greets you, calm and loving as always, but you could tell that he was still in a bad mood. He looks at the bouquet in your hand with a confused look on his face, then with a small but happy smile probably realizing why you did it. “Are those for me?” he adds, and you nod.

“I took them for you but you have to smile, okay?” you give to Vil the bouquet, and his smile gets wilder and softer.

“Thank you my love, it’s a beautiful bouquet.” he says, kissing your forehead and squeezing your hand. The date goes as planned and your gift managed to uplift Vil's mood completely, which the first year thank you deeply for, but now in Vil's room, there is a new decoration that he cares for every day.

This work belongs to @/astelren, do not repost, translate, copy, rewrite or share on tiktok without my permission. Reblogs are appreciated and encouraged♡

[cloudcountry]

Congrats on the milestone! Your writing definitely deserves the praise! Thank you for sharing it with us!

You don't have to choose this but if you decide to I would love to see something with Vil or Rook being protective?

If not I hope you have a lot of fun for the event! Thank you for sharing everything!

thank you sm!!! :D i love the praise and i am appreciating all of it so hard rn <333

at first i had the idea of vil being jealous abt neige but that doesnt rlly fit protective so i did something else!!

i just think that vil giving you lipstick marks <3333 he would never let you keep it but we can dream SIGH

VIL SCHOENHEIT + PROTECTIVE (1k event details)

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“Isn’t NRC’s manager kinda cute?” an RSA student muses, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

“Yeah…they are.” another boy sneakers, hoving his friend in the back, “Dude, you should go ask for their number!”

“I should, shouldn’t I?” the other boy laughs, shoving his friend back, “I’ll come back here with their contact in no time. If I can get them on a date with me within the week, you owe me a soda.”

A sharp tap on his shoulder interrupts their conversation, and when the boys turn around they come face to face with Vil Schoenheit.

“I’m sorry, you were saying?” he glares, his eyes fiery and livid, “I believe I just heard you talking about my dove as though they were nothing more than a conquest.”

“Your-? Shoot, sorry man!” the boy stumbles back, “It was a joke! We didn’t mean it-”

“I should hope you don’t mean it. I will not allow anyone to disrespect them in such a way.” Vil shakes his head, staring down his nose at the two boys, “Besides, you are nothing but unruly spudlings. You are unfit for them. Maybe if you gained some maturity and didn't hold yourselves in such high regard, you would be worthy of cleaning the scum off their shoes.”

You notice Vil seems off when he returns, but when you ask him about it, he just sighs.

“It’s nothing you should worry yourself with, sweet.” he hums, kissing your cheekbone.

The lipstick mark he left speaks for itself.

[iheartmalewives]

"Is this a dream?"

Vil catching feelings for gn!reader?!?! Fluff

It has been a while since Vil felt this way.

His heart would race whenever you smile at him, cheeks clearly red as he watches you walk away.

The famous star, Vil Schoenheit, was in love.

_

At first, he shrugged it off as nothing. His pride was too high to fall in love with a simple person like you, and he knows that; but the way you started clouding his mind 24/7, proved him wrong.

Rook took notice of his actions almost instantly, the way he would slip up and stutter whenever you're around and the way he would blankly stare at his paper from time to time.

"Roi du poison, are you feeling alright?" The blonde male scooted over next to his acquaintance, his sharp eyes scanning Vil up and down.

"You're in love arent you?"

Thats when Vil snapped out of his thoughts, jolting at Rook's sudden question. "Must you always make an assumption?" He replied whilst fixing the papers in front of him in attempt to "act cool."

"i know when someone is in love, Monsieur." Rook laughed out loud and then smiled at Vil, "You dont have to hide it." He continued, placing his head on top of his palm, staring quietly at Vil Schoenheit.

"Oh, what should I do? I cant believe that.. potato.. is making me fall for them." He confessed, clicking his tongue in annoyance, wondering how out of all the people in the world, YOU were able to steal his heart.

Do you have a grudge on him or something? Did you perhaps slip in a love potion in his drink?

These questions made Vil even more frustrated than before, face flushed as he angrily stared at his own reflection. "Oh Mon Dieu! You're gonna get wrinkles if you continue making that face." Rook exclaimed.

"Oh shut it, will you?" Vil clenched his teeth in frustration before relaxing his whole face, taking a deep breath in. "I advise you to confess to them, Roi Du poison. You have to let your feelings out."

Vil sighed at Rook's suggestion, closing his eyes softly before speaking, "You're right, I do need to let these feelings out, otherwise if i keep bottling it up, it might affect me."

After that conversation; Vil planned out his confession.

He doesnt really need to prepare, after all hes confident enough to voice his feelings out. Though, he does need to make certain preparations so that no one will bother you two.

It was hard to plan this at first considering the fact that Vil had many upcoming photoshoots, but he gladly cancelled them all just for you.

When the day finally came, he was a nervous wreck. He hasnt felt THIS nervous since he entered his first movie shoot.

He was praying to the Great Sevens that he wont mess up his words and slip up a few of this and that.

When you got out of your last class, Vil instantly pulled you aside, taking you to god knows where.

"Vil?! Where are you taking me?" You exclaimed in surprise, "We need to talk, thats all."

At first, those 6 words made your body pale, out of fear, but when you two finally arrived at the venue, it was beautiful. The sun was already setting and you could feel your heart race as Vil glanced at you with soft eyes.

"I love you." He suddenly blurted out, making you jump at his sudden words. "I love you I love you I love you. I dont know HOW you made me feel this way." He looked away for a second before looking at you once more, your body was frozen like a statue.

"I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be yours."

You could've sworn someone was filming you two. It felt like you were in the movies, after all, THE Vil Schoenheit is confessing his love for you.

You couldnt believe it, the whole scene felt like a fever dream. "Am i dreaming?" You accidentally blurted out, smacking your mouth shut and internally cursing yourself for asking such a thing.

"Should I kiss you then? Maybe that will wake you up"

"Wait Vi-" Your mouth was then sealed shut as his lips pressed unto yours. You couldve sworn you felt millions of butterflies swirling in your stomach, his kiss felt so surreal.

When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock, soft smile turning into a slight smirk as he looked deeply into your eyes,

"Do you still think this is a dream?"

"No.. not anymore." You felt your cheeks redden, heat spreading across your skin. "i love you too, Vil."

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This fanfic is a gift for lorie because they are writing me good trey fanfics 💔 love u lorie poo/p

anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed reading that. Sorry if Vil is alittle ooc, IM STILL NEW TO BOOK 5.

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I HAVE A REQEUST??? So, could you write some Vil x Reader fluff? I don’t really care about what it’s about, I just really need some fluff with Vil in it :) THANK YOU SO MUCH

OMG MY FIRST REQUEST!!! and also fic-! welcome welcome lovely anon! glad to have you here :) i hope this will be alright-- if not feel free to request again if you'd like!!

What a boring evening it had been so far. Being lucky enough to be free from any upcoming tests as well as any homework, that you have finished prior, you were left with one feeling. Boredom.

That is until you had the remarkable idea to visit the Pomefiore dormitory, where you begun on your way to the none other than the housewarden's room. After greeting the familiar first year and vice dorm leader on the way you had arrived at Vil Schoenheit's room.

Without any further delay, you knocked on the door of said room, Vil opening it moments later. Judging by how quickly he had done so, you assumed he also had a fragment of free-time to spare.

"Good evening, Prefect."

Vil had greeted stepping to the side to allow you entry, you doing the same before entering his room.

After a little while of mindless chatter, catching up on how things have been in both of your separate lives, a comfortable silence had developed for the moment. Except for the dull clack of various cosmetic products being organized as Vil did just that, which just happened to spark an idea. He had gathered what you wordlessly were requesting and let out a sigh, placing the last product in its respective place.

"Instead of sitting there lost in thought, it may do you well to voice your opinion in times such as these."

Untucking a second stool and placing it beside him in front of his vanity he looked at you through the reflection of his mirror.

"Well?"

He prompted as he tapped the seat he had pulled out for you, already beginning to take out various products once more as you made your way to the stool, sitting down facing him once you did. He turned to you once he had deemed what he selected as sufficient for the time being. After examining your facial features for a short moment, he prepared the first product with a hum.

"I see you have been keeping up with your skincare I had planned for you, colour me impressed," Vil commented.

You nodded. "That I have. Wouldn't want to risk facing the wrath of a certain someone."

Vil seemingly paid no mind to the implication as he began with the first product, you could have sworn seeing his lips curving upward just slightly for a moment.

The rest of the evening went on with playful teasing and conversation, Vil eventually finishing up your look with an exception of a 'final touch' in his words. He had been so serious and diligent with his work despite this being a casual setting, and although various amusing topics have arisen, not a single laugh had occurred from the dorm leader. Well, at least for now.

Choosing yet another brush as well as a compact setting powder, he had taken a generous amount onto the brush, planning to tap the excess off on the rim of the case itself but alas, you had other plans.

"Alright, we are almost done here. Just keep your face still for one more-"

Suddenly the excess powder was blown onto Vil's face, instead of into the atmosphere, making it seem as if a baking catastrophe had occurred just moments earlier.

You couldn't help but let out a snicker at the housewarden's initial shocked expression, before choosing to stop yourself before it becomes a full-fledged laugh, in case he was in fact angered.

Turning to look at himself in the mirror of the vanity, Vil stared for a moment. His makeup was utterly ruined. Cheeks a shade far too light to even be considered 'fair', perfectly done eyelashes turned from a dark black to the clumpiest, even more pale white, the list went on. It was truly incredible what a single product could achieve. However, not a single angered tone had emitted from him. Instead the sound of laughter had taken its presumed place.

As you subconsciously joined in with the dorm leader's laughter, in mere seconds you too were sabotaged with the setting powder.

"Now look at what you've done, Prefect. Both of our makeup is ruined."

This pattern continued back and forth with several fits of laughter thrown into the mix, which carried on for the rest of both of your, no longer boring evenings.

[cvlutos]

"A Chair for You"

| 01.15.23 | 0.5 K | All Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader X Rook Hunt

| Fluff | Implied Vil x Rook | Poly | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: Literally broke my back writing this. Cause you deserve it. <3 @v-anrouge

The changing of seasons. So frequent, yet so unnoticed.

Cradling his delicate hands, slowly jogging across the campus grounds, he’ll be late. His bag tucked under his arm, and his scarf flutters in the wind. It’s unlike him to be in a hurry. To be late without proper notice. Yet he has no excuse, no proper one, then simply getting swept away in conversation. You had greeted him, asking how he slept and chatted away about what you had planned. You spoke leisurely, in no hurry to make it to class, with relaxed shoulders and a pleased, comfortable smile. He found himself enamored with how easygoing you made yourself within his presence.

A part of him liked it.

To be treated as if he was merely a friend to you. A friend. He exhales. He doesn’t regret sending the short amount of time, yet as the cold flush his cheeks red, as he slips into the school building, he’s sure to make you pay back in kind. He skips over steps gracefully, making sure no one was around before reaching the second floor. Slowing down upon seeing a familiar brown hat, with a large gleaming white feather.

“Good Morning Roi de Poison~” He can nearly roll his eyes, taking off his gloves as Rook opens the door, folding them and tucking the gloves in his bag, before removing his scarf and coat, which Rook takes eagerly, as they both move to the only open seats in the back. “I’m not late?” Vil’s eyes glance over the classroom, not spotting the teacher, which irks him a bit. He jogged for nothing.

“Did you forget we’re joining classes for the day~” There’s a slight edge to his voice, and Vil can’t help but hum in thought, slightly leaning back in his seat, still with perfect posture. His eyes scan across the room, before landing on Rook, who’s merely watching. His eyes half-lidded with his cheek in his palm, his lips pulled into a lazy smile. Vil raises a brow, to which causes the Huntsman to lean forward.

“Tu es juste magnifique~” Vil forces a neutral expression, muttering a soft ‘I know’ which only causes Rook to chuckle. Yet he doesn’t falter, grabbing the Housewarden’s hand, and placing a chaste kiss upon his knuckles, murmuring against his velvety skin.

“Tant que vous le savez, je suis heureux.” Vil opens his lips to speak, leaning closer to Rook before the sound of fresh voices broke whatever world they were in.

Grim, Ace, Deuce, and you…

Their eyes lock on you, watching you and the other students file into the classroom, taking different seats. You sit with your friends, yet you seem to search the classroom before spotting both Vil and Rook, waving at them with a smile. Lilac eyes widen for a split moment, dipping his chin to you in acknowledgment before Rook sends back a wave with a large smile, which doesn’t seem to satisfy the huntsman cause before Vil can even stop what’s happening, Rook is already halfway across the room. Scaring half the surrounding students of his sudden appearance.

He watches you talk with Rook. Whatever being said makes you laugh, and Vil can feel his lips quirk, almost as if he was there. His eyes drift over to the empty seat, one for him, one for rook, and one day—. He rises from his seat, faux annoyance on his face as he makes his way over to you and your group.

—A chair for you.

ⓒ 2023 love-thanatopsis — all rights reserved. Any sort of plagiarizing, copying, modifying, translating, editing of my works are strictly prohibited.

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hellooooo I would like to February 1- Making homemade chocolate for vil schoenheit with mc fem if possible, thanks:))

February 1st - Making Homemade Chocolate

Authors Note: This was my first time writing a full fic in a while, so I apologize if it’s not as good as you hoped. Also, I love Vil so I’m glad he got to start off my Valentine Fics.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit

Warnings: None.

F!Reader

This is all Trey's fault, yup. He’s the one who gave you the recipe but no extra comment or help. Now here you were in the Ramshackle kitchen, cocoa powder all over the counter, and milk spilled on the floor. It was a mess there. You just wanted to give your boyfriend a thoughtful gift today. It was Valentine's day, after all. He spoiled you today with flowers, teddy bears, and kisses. And you wanted to give him something big as well, even though you had no money.

You looked over at the few chocolates that were in the heart molds. The only ones good enough to give to your beautiful and perfect boyfriend, Vil Schoenheit.

You sighed in defeat and began to clean up the kitchen when there was a knock at the door. “I’ll be right there, Vil!” At least it should’ve been Vil. Who else would it be? You threw the paper towel in the trash and took the handful of chocolates and put them in a little valentine's bag, and ran to open the door.

As expected, it was the Pomefiore dorm leader who stood on the other side of the door. He walked inside as you handed over the bag of chocolate. “Happy Valentine's Day, Vil. I made you chocolate. Sorry, there’s not much, I sort of made a mess and most of them got messed up, so they wouldn’t be any good, and you deserve the-“ You were cut off by Vil kissing you.

“Thank you, Sweetheart,” Vil told you as he opened the bag and popped one of the heart-shaped candies in his mouth. Your boyfriend smiled warmly as he felt the chocolate melt on his tongue. He looked over to the kitchen, which was still a mess, even after you attempted cleaning. “They’re delicious,” Vil spoke again before kissing your forehead. “What a mess..” He chuckled.

A breath you didn't realize you were holding escaped and laughed along with Vil. “I tried cleaning up, but you got here while I was in the middle of it,” You explained to Vil as he pulled you into him and kissed your forehead again. “Let me put the leftover ingredients away, and we can cuddle and talk about stuff.”

Vil followed right behind you, “How about we make some more chocolate? You still have everything out,” the Pomefiore dorm leader suggested, and you nodded in agreement, "I'd love to, Vil.”

You grabbed a mop and mopped up the milk powder on the floor. Vil read the paper and began to measure out the ingredients. “Happy Valentine's Day, Sweetheart,” Vil told you as he kissed you again. And again, and then one more time.

“Vil, that's probably the third time you told me today,” You said laughing as you kissed Vil on his cheek. This man has spoiled you with presents and kisses all day and he still hasn’t stopped.

Vil pulled you closer and grabbed your hand as he poured the cocoa powder into the bowl, his eyes never leaving yours. “I know. And I’m going to tell you at least ten more times because I love you oh so much and I love being your valentine because I get to spoil you as much as I want. Also, you told me happy Valentine's Day when I got here, so I’m just returning the favor.”

Your boyfriend kissed you on your cheek and then on your lips. “Now, We are making chocolate,” He told you as he grabbed the milk powder and poured it with the cocoa. You chuckled as you looked over the recipe and began to help Vil.

“Once you’re done mixing that, mix it in once the coconut oil is melted and I mix the sugar in.” Vil nodded in response before he responded, “Okay, my love. You’re the boss.”

The two of you were like a team, Vil poured the cocoa and milk powder while you stirred and folded it into the mixture. You poured the chocolate extract in and finished mixing. “Done. Now pour the mix into the mold. Gently shake and tap the mold to make sure there aren’t any bubbles, Vil,” you told Vil as he nodded. You two poured all of the chocolate into the molds and put them in the refrigerator to set. The both of you let out a breath and leaned against the counter, “Have fun?” You chuckled as Vil leaned into you.

“I always have fun when I’m with you,” Vil said as he kissed you softly and rested his forehead against yours. “Happy valentines day, beautiful. Thank you for being my girlfriend.”

“You’re welcome, Vil. I love you.”

[eyreemusings]

"In the midst of the crowds, in the shapes of the clouds, I don't see nobody but you."

This line feels like making eye contact with Vil Schoenheit in one of his shows. His gaze lingers for a bit and a gentle smile blooms in his lips. You know his greatest affections are yours and yours alone in the stadium filled with people shouting their love for him.