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diasomnia-dreams · 2 years

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Now Begin Thy Magic Spell: Vil Schoenheit character anthology story

warning: contains mild descriptions of blood and stabbing ‼️

Not really canon to storyline, just my own personal story I wrote…

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He gasped and jolted upwards, his slender and cleanly shaven legs tangled in the freshly heated blankets--courtesy of Pomefiore's Vice-housewarden. Beneath his body were damp and sweaty sheets which also remained cold from the sweat he just woke up in.

He shouldn't be awake. He had thirty minutes left on the alarm. His beauty rest required the full amount of time otherwise the process would remain futile! The eighteen year old housewarden only prayed that he did not awaken his dear freshman, Epel, who was next door with his outburst. Being that the walls were hardly thick enough to contain his light caterwaul. And if Rook wasn't busy hunting down Leona Kingscholar, the Vil was sure he would have came running to his aid.

Vil Schoenheit was having these awful dreams lately. Dreams that were kept confidential only because of his pride. Having to trouble someone else about your problems is not how a queen should behave in the slightest. A queen prefers to handle her own ordeals..solving them and keeping them concealed within. To ensure those around are not burdened. Not only that but Vil had no true solution to why the nightmares came, and why they wont go away.

His breath trembled and he allowed himself a moment of solace. He reached the edge of his canopy bed which was once beautifully and neatly made, now with purple velvet blankets and comforters sprawled across the mattress. Running his slender fingers which were freshly painted with violet and delicate golden gems adorning his middle finger nail. Standing from his spot on his bed, Vil practiced his breathing techniques he acquired from his private Yoga lessons that he managed to get Ignihyde's Idia Shroud to attend with him.

Vil thought that at the time, it would help improve Idia's anxiousness and steady his speech pattern. Stammering was NOT beautiful, Vil believed.

Each time Vil believed his nightmares were over, he would hear remnants of what he heard while in his sleep. The voice that echoed through his mind rang as loudly as the chandelier above his bed jingled, causing an eerie sound to seep through the third year's ears. The dream was trickling deep into his subconciousness and he wanted it dead. So he listened attenivley to what the voice in the dream said to him.

It was a man's voice. That much he knew. It sounded very familiar to that of the Dark Mirror, so often Vil associated the dream to perhaps his fate as housewarden of his beloved Pomefiore. The voice of the dark mirror was strong and steady and sent chills down his bones. Hearing the booming voice of said mirror reminded Vil of the Orientation and initiation of his soul into Night Raven college. His freshman year. He was sworn into the school and it all happened so fast. He remembered the chilling day all too well. The smell of magic was suffocating and the musky smell of the cashmere ceremonial robes that each student wore, he could hardly see with the hood covering his eyes, the chamber had a distinct aroma that only he could pinpoint. 'Sandalwood..vanilla...and the musk of each student's sweat as they awaited which dorm the Dark Mirror promised them.

Often the mirror sealed the fate of many. Many of the fates that the mirror revealed led to the demise and utter doom among many. Vil feared he shall be next. Why else would the mirror appear in his dreams.

He also remembered the second voice which was featured in the nightmare, the voice belonged to a woman. Her voice boomed through the dark chamber which she stood in front of the Dark Mirror and she was as regal as Vil. In fact, if Vil didnt know any better perhaps the woman within his dreams was the Fairest Queen--her tenacity was as radiant and true as the lifeless stoned statue which stood proud and tall within Night Raven's school courtyard.

In fact , her voice sounded so realistic, Vil could have sworn he heard her voice speak to him in this very room.

"Rise my reincarnation! For I shall lead you to the Promised Land." Vil jolted but immediatley relaxed and kept his composure, for showing any sign of fear was not beautiful at all. "Just a mere hallucination..that's all." Vil's hands trembled and he dared not to scream, but the body of a tall woman dressed in purple robes and a golden crown placed flat on her head emmerged from the golden vanity mirror to the right of his bed.

"Tis' not a dream! But reality, stand." Vil's heart raced and he managed to keep his composure, only the Great Seven themselves knew how he managed to do it. For the tenacity of the spirit standing before him only allowed him to replicate it and do the same. It was a moment of awe for the housewarden to say the least. How often does one get a close encounter with one of the Great Seven? Especially the one with whom your entire dorm was made on behalf of?

Vil Schoenheit could feel the tension immediately rise because once the queen fully came through the mirror and stood face to face with him, it was like a queenly face off. The two of them were both regal and elegant in their own respective way. Vil was still dressed in his night clothing, a violet lace v-neck shirt which was made up of the finest cotton and matching red satin pants which were the color of blood which he faintly remembers ordering one of his many managers to ensure that the hue of the pants were such.

"This is impossible--how are you here, your majesty?" Vil curtly bowed his head for more than three seconds because around Pomefiore's dorm..he was the queen.

When the Fairest Queen lifted a corner of her red lips into a slight smirk, she folded her arms up to her chest to seemingly size Vil up to which he never stood down from a challenge, especially when it came to beauty. He was ready at a moment’s notice. Vil was still as fairest as all of the other students in his school he liked to think, and even in his pajamas he was serving face and a domestic royal aesthetic.

Vil was also taller than the Fairest Queen, which she admired greatly, the queen had an eye for beauty and Housewarden Vil was exactly it. From the way his eyes slanted to stare her down to the way his feet were propped on the floors of his bedroom calmly, not backing down from whatever this was.

“I’m liking what I see…” The Queen circled around the handsome student and tapped her pale chin. “You’re perfection…the perfected successor, the perfect reincarnation, I approve.” The queen ran her slender fingers down Vil’s chiseled jaw which could easily break diamonds and Schoenheit rolled his eyes.

“Was there ever a doubt…your majesty?” He rested his right hand on his hip and stared at her with genuine curiosity. “What is your spirit doing here anyways? If I’m not mistaken…I believe you were in my dreams.”

“Right you are. I have been speaking to you via the dream world. The mirror gave me access to your consciousness and I merely invaded it for a while..” Vil folded his arms at that statement. Unsure if the queen was slowly becoming a threat to his own tenacity.

“My nightmares are the mirror’s gate to the dead, my pupil.” The queen gave a lowly chuckle as Vil rose a bleach blonde eyebrow. His thoughts told him that this was another dream, but for some reason it no longer seemed that way once the Queen reached for his hand.

Her fingernails felt like mini daggers, cold and sharp in which they dug into Vil’s clear and soft skin. He winced as she drew blood and the dark red sanguine oozed from the small scar she left. Vil pulled his arm away from the queen an reached for his magic pen. “And what was that for?!” His composure regrettably dropped for five measly seconds.

“Relax my child. For I am about to change your life completely. There is something I must reveal to you…the secret to your sucess.” At this, Vil could not help but become intrigued by the queen’s words.

Up close, you could for sure understand that the stories of the Fairest Queen, rang true. She was beautiful and walked with a fierceness wherever she went. Vil appreciated all things beauty, and beholding the Queen in his own time was a great privilege that he could not wait to tell Rook about later on. That is, if he’d stop chasing after Leona Kingscholar wherever they went.

“The secret…to my success?” Vil repeated, as if he was practicing a new language on his tongue. He tucked a strand of highlighted purple behind his ear. “I’m successful enough, what is this that you speak of?” He folded his arms as the Queen tightened her grasp on the housewarden causing him to wince and dare not grind his teeth together although her nails were for sure bruising him. Vil’s workout routine made the situation slightly better.

Exiting out of his bedroom with the queen, they trudged elegantly down the Pomefiore hallways. Both of them walked with the same elegance and grace, both heads held high and both had the mindset that they were fairest of them all.

“I’ll explain as soon as we get there. Now where do you keep your spells? Where’s the apothecary, my child?” The Fairest Queen urged, Vil was surprised none of his dormmates woke up from her voice. He realized she was referencing their private lab under the dorm.

“Ah…you mean the lab. That’s where I practice my private magic lessons. If you’re delighted to see what I’ve been conjuring up, I suppose I can show you.” Vil smirked, this time freeing his arm from her grasp easily and taking the older woman’s instead.

The queen liked Vil’s attitude. If only Snow White were this way. Wicked and mature. A face of regality and demands an audience wherever they went. She was charmed that her ‘reincarnation’, was everything she wanted.

“Please, if you don’t mind.” She followed Vil closely behind. Her demeanor was nothing like how Vil imagined. Maybe he was so used to seeing her as that stone statue in the courtyard. Actually interacting with the spirit was another.

Thinking about how almost impossible this whole ordeal was, Vil then pushed pass a curtain of purple drapes and revealed a secret gilded golden lever.

Once Vil pulled the secret lever, this allowed him to reveal a secret doorway that led to another room. He quickly closed it behind the Fairest Queen and hisself, only to ensure that sniveling dormmates could not enter—better yet, Yuu.

Now in the darkened chamber, he stepped up onto the platform at its center and grabbed hold of the queen, helping the older woman up to the platform, at this he pushed pass the curtains of what to his confusion the Queen’s most prized possession.

Almost dumbfounded, Vil could not understand how the Dark Mirror managed to make it’s way down to the secret room. It’s not like he took it from the chamber of mirrors from Crowley and placed it down here. No. The Evil Queen smirked at Vil and pushed past him.

“It’s quite alright my dear. This is not the Dark Mirror from your school. No, this is the exact mirror from my time period. The one which revealed to me the name of that wretched girl.” The Evil Queen’s eye makeup did not falter as she twitched her left eye in an annoyed fashion. She took a deep breath and flattened her gown before beckoning Vil to join her in front of said mirror.

Even though the Queen had seen the mirror so many times back in her old life, she had to admit…it’s been quite a while. To this very day, she was still in awe and amazement by how beautiful it was crafted. It’s m oval silhouette, the mirror took up almost an entire wall. Its frame—made of ebony and intricately gilded—was magnificent enough, but it was the snakelike gold rope wrapped around the frame that had first drawn her eye when she’d found the mirror hidden in her master’s shop. The rope lay smooth on the lower half of the mirror, but became more erratic and vine-like near the mirror’s top, where it seemed to breathe out of two serpents’ mouths like tongues.

The jewels that adorned the mirror, too, were worth more than any of the diamonds in the kingdom’s mines, which were now nothing but ruins. Ruins that previously, were said to have held the legendary Magestone, which aids in the school’s magic supply.

“I still dont quite understand.” Vil said to the Queen. “There are two Mirrors. One in our school and one that belongs to you. It is said that our mirror—the Dark Mirror does not lie. However, I am not sure about yours.” Vil tapped his chin. “Perhaps, one of them is, which is why your fate was sealed with such a tragedy.”

The Queen’s eyes lit up, her faith in his knowledge growing larger by the second. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, fairest. First I must awaken it. Then it shall reveal the root of your problems…chances are, they shall sound similar to mine.”

At that, the Queen closed her eyes, raised her arms, and heard the thunder and wind that were summoned with greater ease with each passing year. Lightning illuminated the room as she began to speak.

“Slave in the magic mirror, come from the farthest space,” The Queen’s voice did not falter or tremble in the slightest. For sure presented herself with a great dominance and grace a true queen should have. At least, that’s what Vil thought. And he couldn’t believe his eyes for what he was about to see.

. “Through wind and darkness I summon thee. Speak! Let me see thy face.” The mirror began to fog and an image began to take it’s form before Vil and the queen. Sometimes it came through rather smoky, or so fuzzy she felt like she was looking at it through a distorted piece of glass.

The same chilling mask of a face appeared before them. Vil once again remembered his first day at NRC.

“What wouldst thou know, my queen?” asked the mirror, sounding steady and strong. The mirror’s voice always had a profound effect on her, perhaps because she knew it was always right. There was also a smug satisfaction that came from knowing the mirror still bowed to her every whim.

She stood to the side and pointed towards the mirror and fanned Vil over towards her. “I’d like you to do the honors, Vil.” The Queen stood to the side and gave her signature wicked sneer but deep down, she was hella tired.

“Magic Mirror on the wall, who is the fairest one of all?” Vil waited for the answer. And yet . . . “Famed is thy beauty, young Schoenheit. But, hold, a lovely young man I see,” the mirror replied. “School uniform cannot hide his gentle grace. Alas, he is more fair than thee.” Vil’s blood ran cold. The nerve this mirror had. The nerve that the Queen had to bring him there, he tried to remain calm, but the answer had rattled him.

Before the queen could say anything, Vil clenched his fists, and harshly strikes against the side of the mirror, careful not the shatter the glass. Yet he feels that soon it shall become s possibility.

Before he demanded to hear this so called ‘fairest’ name, he already had an idea of who it was. “Reveal his name,” he demanded, understanding this was only delaying the inevitable. “Lips red as the rose, hair lavender as the flower from which it was grow , skin white as snow . . .” he didn’t wait for the mirror to finish.

“EPEL?!,” he gasped. Vil felt like all the air was being sucked out of his lungs. He tried to steady himself, exhaling slowly. Practicing his yoga techniques but this happened too fast. He was expecting that disgusting, sorry excuse of an influencer, Neige LeBlanch. Not that young potato, Epel. He although was tough to track and care for, Vil was slowly warming up to him. But now was not the time to warm up, he felt a twinge of wickedness in his heart, and not only because the student body deemed Epel more beautiful,

“So you see the error of my ways, child? I failed to do a way with the very thing vexing my soul…Had I done it earlier, quicker and on my own, I’d be known for more than my tenacity!” Her voice hitched at the end, her body ached and she could taste iron and within her own mind she relived her death. She did this often while in the sleeping death. She lived the moment when those seven meddling dwarfs and the woodland creatures chased her all throughout the glades and woodlands. The rain dropping like a sobbing maiden as her demise met her at the edge of Vulture’s cliff. The boulders squashing in her as the buzzards made dinner off of her remaining flesh.

“With me here, I shall prevent the same to occur to you. I know the error of my ways, don’t you see!” For once, the fairest Queen felt hope. Something in Vil’s violet eyes told her that there was a new era and it rested within Pomefiore. She grasped both of his hands into her older more experienced ones, this time she was gentle with him. Holding both hands into her own as if she was handling a baby, Vil was now seen as precious to her. He was the key to undoing her wrongs.

“What is it…that I must do?” Vil’s voice held the betrayal and shakiness that he never thought he could feel. Jealousy.

A wicked aura engulfed him it felt like and with a single swipe of the mirror, the once Fairest-turned Evil Queen revealed a dark room full of magic curses and spells and jars of ingredients to mix potions that man cannot even yet to fathom.

“We shall conjure the greatest potion. my child.” The Evil Queen strutted towards the wooden table and snatched from the bookshelf, her favorite tome. Quickly turning through each page, the book on the brink of falling apart due to how old it is, she had a eureka moment and excitedly pushed the book into Vil’s face.

“The Sleeping death.” He read out loud. It seemed like that spell was mostly for the experienced in magic and he was pretty up there in that department, especially because he is Housewarden, he is proud to say he conjured the most poison apple—resulting into a sleeping death curse.

Vil scoffed to himself, it was a wicked one. No matter how boyish and scruffy Epel attempted to make himself look, no matter how hard he tried to stray away from Pomefiore’s practices…he still remained fairest. Far more fair than Vil and it was driving him mad. What was the point? The point of all of these photoshoots, followers on Magicam and admirers if the mirror itself reveals the true nature of the world?

“This is only the first step my child, into the world of cruelty. The betrayal of it all. These subjects—these followers…” The Queen whispered into Vil’s ear but it was loud enough to not even be considered a whisper. She circled around Vil as she watched him use his magic pen to materialize something far more fitting for the occasion to wear. It looked similar to his dorm uniform, however the sleeves draped longer and it resembled the Fairest Queen’s outfit more, with a long drape veil with beautiful purple lace designs on the front of it, his face concealed from the world until he carried out his desired mission.

“They all claim to love you. To follow you to the ends of the earth as you start your conquest in beauty. They admire you from afar.” She filled his head with these thoughts. “As if they love you.”

Vil turned facing the mirror which the being trapped inside the mirror no longer was there but instead Vil’s own reflection. If only he could remember how beautiful he truly is.

Gripping the ends of the veil, he lifted it over her head. He glared, flinching away from his own beautiful reflection. The world didn’t deserve to see Vil Schoenheit at his best. Why give them his best when his best wasn’t good at all?

“They don’t love you Vil. I do. And I’m here to show you, prepare you for this wretched world…provide you the necessary feelings involved in growing your beauty empire. I wont let you make the same mistake I win…allowing these wolves in sheep’s clothing to take what’s yours. What’s rightfully yours. You gave your all, and now you’ve got nothing left.”

Vil felt the familiar drip of cold liquid against his back, against his neck and forehead. He also felt the sharp scratches of the queen’s dagger like nails as they dug into his wrists again, drawing even more blood than before. “You’ve got nothing left, fairest.” She whispered as Vil felt his body react negatively, he began to sweat and he felt suffocated, he couldn’t breathe and the cool of the liquid was replaced by heat.

His voice became hoarse as he tried to scream for the veil to be removed, unsure of how it got on his head before. He tried to reach for it but was gripped away by the Fairest Queen. He thrashed back and forth until he made hisself dizzy, he grasped onto the queen’s violet gown, hoping for some leverage but he collapsed onto the hard cobblestone ground. Until he opened his eyes.

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He finally let out a shriek and grasped for the body standing next to the bed. Vil looked up at the person standing next him which was none other than Leona Kingscholar. The housewarden of Savannahclaw. His emerald green eyes staring down at the Pomefiore housewarden with so many mixed emotions that Vil was too tired to read.

Vil’s body was drenched in sweat and his face smeared with eyeshadow, liner and tears. He felt against his jaw and forehead for the veil he could’ve sworn he was wearing but such a thing did not even exist.

“Tch…finally, you’re awake.” Leona folded his arms. “Listen, I’ve been waitin’ for you to get up for a while now. And I thought I was a heavy sleeper…” The lion beastman gently pushed Vil closer to the left side of the bed as he climbed in next to Vil. Ignoring the sweat which sprawled against the sheets.

“Why’re you here Leona? Where’s the queen!?“ Vil shot up from the bed but was immediately pushed back down by Leona.

“Just chill for a bit…yeah?” The Lion didn’t even sound annoyed as he usually does with Schoenheit. Perhaps he heard a few things as he was dreaming. Watching Vil cry and wriggle in his sleep tugged at Leona in a way he refused to expand on.

“How’d you get in here?” Vil’s voice was hoarse, he felt disgusted in himself. Embarrassed. How could he let Kingscholar see him like this? But at this point, after what happened in that dream, Vil couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Hunt let me in, after he stalked me for quite a damn bit…what a damn nuisance.” Leona shook his head. “But we were supposed to practice for the Fairy Gala remember? There was something you wanted to show me because my struts weren’t Vil approved.”

Vil completely forgot about the Fairy Gala.

“Something tells me you’d rather stay here though, and I ain’t complaining…” Leona yawned loudly and stretched onto the bed as Vil stared down at him. He then managed to get out of bed and reach his private bathroom, where he stared at himself in the mirror and admittedly cried to hisself for a decent few seconds until he collected himself. He cleaned his face and applied fresh makeup and tended to his hair. He later washed up to clean off the sweat and felt like new.

Truthfully, Vil’s dream did teach him a valuable lesson. The lesson will soon become relevant within his life when he least expects it but for now he was able to answer the question on everybody’s mind regarding the queen’s comment about love. That no one loves him just the idea of his beauty which is fleeting.

love in itself is a phase. its a cruel game on those clinging onto the idea that someone finds them desirable.

Vil wanted the world to desire him and although it was just a dream it felt so real to him. So real that he decided to ensure he is loved forever. He didnt want to give them the chance. The chance to make him feel loveless, so he’ll build upon their love. Remove the things in his life that could tarnish the world’s love for him. Starting with his darling potato, Epel.

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©Diasomnia-Dreams

dedicated to Jen Calonita and Marissa Meyer .thank you for the inspiration behind the Evil Queen and the amazing quotes.

thanks for reading everyone. This is only part one in a series of anthology stories im writing for my favorite Twst characters💗

hope you enjoyed. btw, this takes place in the middle of the Fairy Gala event (steal the show) if you’re wondering.

sorry for the out of character, i was practicing on my characterization for Vil and Leona. I’m still getting there :)

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kalims · 3 months

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he's a ten but he...

premise. sometimes certain bad habits of theirs make their overall rating just a tad bit lower—besides the fact that they keep doing it.

characters. dorm leaders

content. gender neutral reader

malleus (doesn't have a sense of space)

"look beastie, that flower is a native of ours,"

"I agree mal, but I didn't think you taking up the entirety of my seat will make me see it better,"

he blinks, then shrugs.

like i said, has NO sense of space.

if an average person would make an excuse to constantly be in physical contact with who they admire, then malleus is the complete opposite. well, not entirely but he doesn't even bother to construct an explanation as to why he's literally sat over your seat when you coincidentally get put in a table together.

if you start questioning him about it the most you'll get in a very outright 'because he wanted to.' it's not even one of those sarcastic replies he's 100% serious!

cause he believes there's no use in lying about things to be honest.. to further emphasize that, if he ever acts like he does hold fondness for you that surpasses the platonic meter but doesn't mention it he probably hasn't realized yet.

if he did he'd already walk over and bluntly tell you about it.

(I wish I could be that unbothered.)

lilia thinks it's the cutest thing though. you swear you see flashes of light for a split second from the ceiling but when you look up there's only a suspicious swinging chandelier.

^ totally has his own album full of pictures.

if malleus ever discovers it he won't even be disturbed, probably would ask for a copy 💯

since human lives, and their bodies are so fragile he'd taken it upon himself to protect you from harm. even if it means trailing behind you everywhere way too close for comfort, or standing a bees wing away.

while he is respectful most of the time, he's encouraged if you don't comment. if anything, he seems pleased you dont seem to be bothered! (and it'll get harder to tell him to stop when he's so happy the more you let it happen..)

"child of man, have you slept?"

*starts leaning his body forward, to squint at your eyes.* practically right in front of your face.

"WTF."

not even a warning or anything! but atleast he's concerned?

idia (won't even show up for anything and insists a 'virtual' date is better.')

user: where tf r u??

ghoul666: WDYM? at the dorm?

user: IVE BEEN WAITING HERE FOR 20 MINUTES

unintentionally stood you up 💀

you literally have to tell him that you're waiting for him to arrive at the specified area you discussed where your date would take place but would end up vastly irritated when he questions if you guys even did.

ghoul666: we do??

user: I'm taking my minecraft bed away from urs.

ghoul666: NO PLS

ghoul666: HELLO????

next time you log in minecraft it's probably because he begged you to play, you WILL end up seeing some kind of structure that probably took days to make. that's not even the entire thing cause the inside is entirely decorated to your taste.

in short: he constructed some kind of venue for a wedding.. even changed his skin to wear a tuxedo 😭

though he has sparked your pettiness, hence the ignoring him period. even you have got to admit that it's freaking adorable...

big sign, emphasis on please: Im sorry pls put ur minecraft bed back I can't sleep w/o u and I have to wait entire days for it to turn into morning :(

with what he's built you're sure it's 65% true.

if you do end up forgiving him, few weeks later attempting to schedule another date will only end up in naught.

ghoul666: can we not go there

user: 😐

user: you are testing my patience love

ghoul666: 😓 (he is screeching about the term of endearment part btw KABSJAJSAJA ortho would enter his room very concerned.)

ghoul666: how abt

ghoul666: mimic together? call

user: sighs

user: I'm only agreeing cause I want to spend time with you

queue more screeching from his end that you're completely oblivious to.

the only screeching you're gonna hear though is when you guys do get into call as you play, and it's mainly out of terror when his soul gets sent to the void ascending when the entity pops out of a corner and starts chasing him.

"I GOT THIS. ILL CARRY U THIS IS FINE" *screams again* but really wants to impress you so he pushes through.

unsurprisingly does carry you.

asks to match avatars right after (idia love languange)

vil (frets over you way too much.)

"vil, did you see the chocolate in the freezer?"

"oh, that? I noticed that you've already gone through the ideal number of bars this week so I took it upon myself to make sure you don't go sick on me,"

"I love you but please give it back—"

"I love you too, and no."

disclaimer: he does this for your own good 😜 (average mom excuse.)

looks out for you more than he does for his own dorm residents. everyone is wondering where he ran off to after class, especially since he's the one that scheduled the pomefiore meeting every fridays!

and to think he was the one getting irritated over the more newer first years for being late..

*shows up literally half an hour in*

why you ask? you simply shouldn't have texted him about abandoning your daily walk together through the gardens in favor of catching sleep since you called in sick (you're suspicious if crewel really did go in to check for proof, and not concern.)

vil's really feeling the absolute regret of not checking his phone during classes.. well, he only saw the message which was coincidentally sent like somehow ONE minute after the lecture started and he's only seeing it 59 minutes later.

oh you poor thing!! though the lunch break is short, he has about 5 minutes for a trip to the mirror chamber..

you'd think the 'seen' icon below your message was a weird omen for something you're not sure but it must be doom cause vil is right at the front porch of your crappy dorm. at his own expense?! looking more disheveled than you've seen him before.

if a few stray hairs was disheveled at all. more importantly, he still looked drop dead gorgeous!

you probably looked quite terrible with the blanket draped around your shoulders looking like you just crawled out of your grave, because he looked absolutely mortified at your state.

"oh great sevens.." he looked like he was faint, huffing and fanning himself with his hand. "look at you, why didn't you tell me sooner, darling?"

you blink, swallowing to make your throat less dry but your voice still comes out raspy. "I did, like an hour ago—" without your invitation whatsoever, he steps in. promptly shutting the door behind him (which surprisingly still stands sturdy.)

vil takes a hold of your shoulders before reaching his hands upwards to tilt your face around. "you should have sent earlier," he says. you keep in the comment that you were sleeping during it, and you told him about it during second period so.. "your face is so pale."

you sigh.

"yeah, I just saw. I know, I look hideous right now."

vil frowns at you, stopping to angle your face at him. "don't ever say that. I always find you beautiful even if you are.." he glances at you from face to toe, then back up. "sickly."

"... I feel offended."

"hmph, shush now. let me draw you a bath then I know something that will boost your system."

after much coaxing in his end, you reluctantly take a warm bath in the hopefully hygienic bathroom. true to his word, vil did... concoct something. though it looked pretty the random steam that flew from it was really suspicious.

the residents don't dare to question, except rook of course. who already knew what transpired! :)

epel: 😃 (atleast vil wasn't around.)

"roi du poison~ tell me, tell me! is the trickster well? have you cured them with your love?"

"rook, you have 5 seconds to get out of my face."

rook giggles away.

kalim (thinks money will buy anything, including your forgiveness.)

"here!" there's a suspiciously bright smile on his face as he hands you.. some keys?

you deadpan, jingling it in your hands. it weighs heavy than the average, probably because of the fact that it's literally made of gold. "... kalim what is this?" you emit a sigh, from suspicion and concern.

"a gift!"

"wait why does it say lot 111--"

as you can already, that was an actual, literal house. which you imagine would probably be a lots more grand, and new compared to your old baby ramshackle.

but you do love it despite it's love for falling apart at the most inconvenient of times..

fighting with kalim was rare but it was hard to even argue with him because the notion of disagreements are so bizarre to him that he unintentionally doesn't treat you seriously with your concerns, accidentally downplaying them aaaand now you're upset.

after the ranting to jamil about how you must be busy with a lot, since you haven't even talked to him in the past 2 days. all it took was a side glance to his friend in denial and jamil immediately knew.

"what do you mean they're mad!? D:"

"just.. go apologize, I don't want to get caught up in this."

if his definition of an apology is buying you an entire house...

( ^ it is btw.)

kalim really doesn't mean any harm. he just really wants to sate whatever anger you held for him <- maybe he's overthinking it but it's kalim so he's 99% sure it's his fault! even though it hasn't even been confirmed from your end he'd probably accept it whole heartedly.

he wanted you to talk to him again so badly that he wouldn’t mind showering you with houses... since your living situation doesn't live up to your kindness (sorry ramshackle love u xx)

you know what. he wouldn't even notice he's the reason you're upset at first even though he's been asking around on who put you in that mood. despite himself being the perpetrator but he didn't really know that did he?

the only reason he does is because he assumed you were just because you avoided him like some sort of.. cockroach! (he dislikes those.) and he couldn't take it anymore.

was probably 1 sec away from barging into your dorm which wouldn't take a lot of effort since one ram to the door would probably break it.

bless jamil for jailing all the carpets so kalim doesn't find them.

even if said carpets fling him off when he's riding them.

"kalim, why would you buy a literal house... and you also got a rare address paid--"

"for them! ;D"

"... you do know they'd be more offended by the fact that you'd try to replace that.., ahem. dorm, right?"

"oh... should I buy them a vehicle then?"

you only promise to forgive him once he takes back the keys, and the house entirely...

(grim begged you to keep it, 'house for him apparently.')

azul (keeps trying to offer you discounts thinking it's a good excuse to have you over.)

"I assure you. you'll find no deal better than this."

"I'm not even that hungry for sea food, actually I'm craving some--"

"you're in luck then! ahem, it's 26% off due to a special event for today."

pro tip: keep insisting to eat at other places cause he's gonna keep increasing the discount by 2% until you eventually relent. once, you made him go to the point of 75% off, it's almost hilarious if not for the fact it only worked once.

now he won't go last 50!

ahem. if you look closely you can almost spot tiny cracks accumulating with each denial you respond with, and each increase of his discount. he's grown to be wary about the bullshit 'lucky' promos you just happen to stumble on.

last time you did he practically lost a week's worth of the presumed income he's predicted cause you actually went around and told your first year friends about it... who.. in turn told some, other friends of theirs about it and you could guess.

love must hurt.. and unfortunately it's his wallet wailing.

but azul is not so easily swayed by this! for you have swayed him first! *wink wonk*

but azul has another trick up his sleeve... keeping on roping jade and floyd into it; whom are far too enthusiastic cause finally— something fun to do! someone to bother! not only have you got the most stubborn octopus having frequent suspicious 'deals' but here are his equally suspicious lackeys.

who keeps.. talking about fried octopus..

yeah, you're not sure if preaching about azul’s species is the job they were assigned.

they're fairly easy to point in the right direction anyways. the tweels have always associated you with the word 'fun' so just a little, friendly suggestion from and they were off to their merry way. mortifying every single person you come across with their sudden attachment.

one of their tricks? following you around. and just somehow, every single place you enter is just mysteriously full even though you peered inside and there was like 7 tables empty. what are they hosting? ghosts? spirits?

...

they do look like they've seen some though..

jade rn: "a shame indeed, you must be hungry. why don't we escort you back to monstro lounge?" :)

long story short you can't even reply cause the sleek eel is already guiding you around by the use of his hands on your shoulders. just to make sure you don't stray away from the destination, he says.

"didn't you say that yesterday's promo was like, a one day thing?" you quirk a brow, and you almost fool yourself into thinking he flinched.

azul clears his throat. "well—today is.. the month before you've graced octavinelle with your assistance—"

he praises himself for his quick thinking.

COME ON! it doesn't matter if you're sick of eating stir fried shrimp, or the butter one, or every single dish they serve that includes shrimp! (also do not mention that you ate somewhere else before you just decide to visit his dorm because that establishment just mysteriously got filed a non-legal business report.)

then you've got floyd chasing you around with a fork. which is more terrifying because he's holding it in a notion that would seem like he'd just stab down at you when he catches up with your little goose chase.

it's just.. you're not sure if your stomach could take another bite of the poor food he stabbed into, and is now chasing you around with.

you screech. "JADE PLEASE."

the man shrugs. "it's a free taste."

"AZUL."

"... only on a condition of course."

frankly. it took all the balls he had to actually sputter out the most simplest sentence ever, cause during the time he rehearsed that in front of his mirror it just plagued him with embarrassment but he's getting desperate.

'I'd like to take you out to dinner, somewhere else of course.'

actually, maybe obliterating any possible craving for the food of his lounge just might've been part of his plans to ask you out..?

leona (prevents you from actually being productive via dragging you down to 'nap' every. single. time.)

"I will literally fail if you don't let go of me right now."

"hmph. so what? it's not like failing a grade killed anyone."

"leona just because you've lived through a lot of fails doesn't mean I have to, we're not all rich enough to not finish school."

to which he'd retaliate that all you'd need is to marry him and you'd be set for life.

there is no winning an argument with leona when it comes to his naps. if he states that you're to be next to him as he sleeps, its final. no buts, no retaliations, cause apparently they're all invalid according to him even if you drag him to court.

rhetorically of course, that if its a comical court scene his only statements are; 'well you're wrong', 'who cares', and 'i dont care'. one way or another he's still gonna win you over and now you're fit snugly in his arms, lamenting.

and if crowley chastises you for not doing the errands (via leona's common interference.) the only thing you need to honestly do is to complain to leona about it and suddenly crowley has the kindness to forgive you for your 'laziness' then says something about enjoying your time together?

leona's work no doubt.

you suppose he does has its perks. even if most of it isn't exactly ideal.

if you're being smart then you should give him an ultimatum or something, or bribe him. but... that really has no guarantee to work either cause you're ending up defeated, or just defeated and flustered since he's somehow unconsciously flirty.

at the end of the day you can't really hate him cause the following day you find out he sent an already sleep deprived ruggie to do your work. 'so you can shut your fussing up and let me enjoy you.' he says, and you quote.

it goes something like;

"if i finish my work i'll stick by you all day."

a stready flow of confidence keeps your voice firm as you glower down at the blank-faced leona sat on the grass. he merely tilts his head, raising a brow at you and seemingly pondering from the way his eyes fly to the sky.

you'd think that maybe your plan actually worked but he merely grunts and flops backwards, holding the back of his head with his palms as he laid. and! he ignores you.

...this little greedy man... "why should i care whether or not you finish your work?" he huffs, like the evil, arrogant spawn he is but you can't really defend yourself cause said evil spawn bewitched you so much that you actually still like him.

"because you care about me?"

"...fine," he scowls, releasing a breath you'd mistake for irritation. "then, do you really think i need you to finish your work when i can just keep you right here?"

you sulk. "i'll do anything you want?"

he deadpans as if you said something stupid. "i don't need you to anything else but sit still and be pretty."

...

see what i mean about him eventually winning you over? yeah.

next morning there's a rebellion in savanaclaw about overworked residents and ruggie is the head of them.

"he said that he doesn't need you today." <- ruggie, steering you away.

"really?" <- you, confused

riddle (overthinks TOO HARD.)

“I'm just a little busy.”

“I understand,” riddle says.

“I'm just a little busy.” he understands.

“a little busy.” its just… a small thought…

“I'm just busy.” his mind is a hazard at this point.

for someone as supposedly maintained as riddle—you'd think his mind is as composed as it is organized. like the pens you'd perfectly align in correlation to order of colors, or the neat pile of clothing folded neatly, tucked in some corner in your closet that is farther in since it's used less.

that's just how he is, or at least seems to be. a bundle of organized thoughts, every thought connected to another. a mind too clean to be going on haywire (when he isn't in a particular mood, that is.)

you're just busy. he thinks. you said it yourself, with that agonizingly nice smile that must be sprinkled with some kind of spell from the way it just eradicated all the protests in his throat upon sight. he isn't one to question it, he wants to help but not if you don't ask.

he can only stare with resigned acceptance at your insomnia induced eyes.

but when the curtain of darkness befalls night raven college, even in the comfort of heartslabyul is he still thinking about that thought–and he can’t help but wonder; why exactly are you busy? its not that he’s suddenly hyper aware of your lack of presence since you’ve been attached to the hip the previous week and now you’re just.

…busy…

riddle likes to think of himself as a level-headed, private person. like the boy he raised himself to be and therefore proud of. but its way past 10AM. which is usually the time he sleeps, and let me tell you that he’s never once broke the cycle for years. yet here he is, a frown of frustration present on his face as he wills his mind to sleep.

somehow closing his eyes felt forced, he immediately snapped them open once his mind decides to conjure an image of you even in the darkness his lids offers.

“THIS IS ABSURD.”

and the yell promptly woke up the entire dorm from the ferocity of his scream. (and of course gave them the flashback of their year.)

that night was one of the worst he’s ever had because he woke up with red rimmed eyes and a pounding headache that ensured his bad mood the rest of the day.

everyone noted to steer clear.

and he unknowingly steered clear of yours since you were ‘busy.’

“why are you sulking?” a voice queried, spoken as though they were eating something as they asked. a reprimand rises in his throat, but it all just dies down once his sharp eyes settle on you, slipping into the seat in front of him then raising a brow and the traces of irritation practically evaporates from his eyes.

he feels the need to cough–so he does. “i’m– i’m not.” he clears his throat, avoiding your eyes but still sneaking in glances, something he notes is that you’re still looking everytime he does. (and boring an unimpressed face because he knows you don’t believe him at all.)

guilt rises in his mind, because he feels a slither of annoyance and its the presence of pettiness that bothers him. riddle knows you’re not at fault, just his mind at convincing that you just somehow decided in the span of a day that you might not like him anymore–so he can’t help the bite.

“why are you here?” a glance not intended to look mean.

“i thought you were busy.” he adds.

your brows raise, he spots your teeth holding your lips back from showing your grin and he feels warm. “what?” he hisses defensively, despite you not even having replied to him yet.

he leans backwards, straightening up in his seat when your chin leans forward, resting on your intertwined fingers. you flash him a smile.

“mr. rosehearts, are you perhaps… sulking because i’m busy?”

“no!”

silence.

“no.” he repeats, weaker.

“well,” you continue, beaming. “i heard from ace that you were awake the entire night, and that you kept him awake too. are you alright?”

he sputters. “it wasn’t because of you!”

you snort. “i didn’t even say anything about me.”

so you incline to following riddle around, poking fun at him and still trailing after the seemingly enraged red head because despite his angry protests, demanding you to go away because you’re annoying he keeps glancing back to see if you’ll follow,

so cute…….

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