#vil x y/n

[jazjelspen]

leaving on wild charted waters [pt.3]

(what if our mc just got tired of Night Raven College and it's inhabitants?)

(how would some of our NRC students react to this?...)

(includes each house leader +ace and deuce! as requested!<3)

(also includes lots of angst!/mention of blood but not a lot/ angst angst angst angst angst--/not proofread/may be ooc and inconsistent in some places(in both the second part and this part) my apologies!! T-T/mention of book7 overblot/did I mention angst?)

it's been over two weeks now, two weeks in RSA.

so far you've met the headmaster of the school, Ambrose LXIII, with the guidance of Rielle. the headmaster understood your circumstances and talked to you about how he'll try his best to find a way back home for you, and to ease up any of your doubts and concerns he even said he'll promptly ask a student to hand you a report from him of any progress he's made to ensure a safe passage back home for you!

even without having to be an official student or enroll they let you stay in the same dorm as Rielle with your own dorm room as a temporary stay here... and your dorm room was actually nice and well set up! like a hotel room... you were relieved you didn't have to worry about the ceiling cracking and falling on your face for the rest of your nights here.

and to your amazement the headmaster kept his word, unlike Crowley. any report of progress was mostly driven by research but he did mention a lot of Twisted Wonderland's history to connect to any potential gateways back to your world... and this felt way better than whatever Crowley was doing so it was like a breath of fresh air.

finally for the first time ever you've been able to feel like you’re several steps closer to seeing your friends and family back home!... every time you'd think about it you'd get goosebumps of excitement.

during these past few days you've met an enormous amount of friends! most of them being Rielle's while others were outside of the inner social circle but still all of them were friendly or just got along in some way or form, it seemed almost magical. aside from Rielle one of your other closest friends was this boy of green eyes and long, and I mean long blonde hair that usually either dragged behind him or was in a huge braid, he was actually the one who healed your broken arm and wounds with his magical healing powers from his hair! and now you're able to be more active again!

Raps is his name, and he was usually always called upon and under strict supervision by his father whom was a professor there... but you weren't sure if they are related by blood or not since the professor had dark black curls and grey eyes rather than the yellow haired boy's more bright features, but you never really bothered to ask or wonder much. in the end you two got along well and actually had a bit in common! mostly due to the fact that you both can relate to the feeling of being trapped, restrained.

in the end you absolutely loved your temporary stay here so far, you hoped no overblots would ruin your experience... so you never really let your guard down but nonetheless it was relaxing.

we wouldn't be able to say the same for Night Raven College and everyone you left behind though!

Meanwhile in Night Raven College....

it was after classes ended on this cold and grey day when five particular freshmen and a student robot of NRC have been grouping up after school for the past week for one particular reason only...

"where could they be?? we've searched everywhere! the halls, the classrooms, the garden, forest, the shore... it's like they disappeared from thin air!" exclaimed the ace, Ace Trappola to be exact.

"we've looked everywhere Ace, what also irks me is that even Vil has been harsher on the entire dorm since they disappeared." the apple of the group, Epel Felmier, sighed in frustration on the brink of snapping.

"...but could they have been taken, kidnapped?... I'm sure Grim would've heard of any struggle but we haven't even heard from the cat." spoke the wolf of the group, Jack Howl.

"no.. Grim has been avoiding us like the plague and even managed to sneak away from us several times. not sure where he could be hiding now aside from the old ramshackle dorm but-- even yet he always manages to slip through our hands!..." the spade spoke worryingly, Deuce Spade was deeply concerned for your safety and confused over Grim's actions.

"that human!! they've been driving the young master mad! all he's been talking about is where they could be and if they are alright!!... and every time I come back to him it's like the sky and his excellence himself just keeps getting worse and worse!.." the loudest knight of Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, exclaimed loudly with worry for both the prefect and his young master... but more worried about the young master's train of thought with how worse the clouds have been getting with the most terrible rain and thunder when each day goes by.

"my big brother hasn't been sleeping at all.. way worse than when he has his game marathons. he's constantly looking for any digital footprint they could've left or even trying to hack into their location but it always overrides somehow... it always says that the device is dead or nonexistent." the younger of the shroud brothers, Ortho Shroud, is seen stressing over you and his big brother, Idia Shroud. "with the amount of information my big brother has been trying to look through it could possibly even make me short circuit."

the entire group was at a frustrating dead end for any clue of your disappearance aside from all your everyday items being left behind and your last known scent to be in the ramshackle dorm and at the very edge of the sea. other than that no one has much of a clue.

well they have been hearing from students that a ship appeared as quickly as it disappeared in the night/very early morning before anyone was up, and that one rumor caused other different kinds of rumors to spread like wildfire. some say you were abducted by pirates, stolen by mischievous pixies, suddenly teleported back into your world without warning, or even... that you have finally left on your own. everyone acknowledged the rumors but they didn't want to think about the reality, the cold hard truth, that you really could've left.

if only they knew how terrible their house leaders took it too.

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(requested characters)

Ace: the ace, one of the first people you've met. he's always been a funny and childish friend, sometimes he made you laugh and cry of joy from his terrible yet funny jokes and antics while other times said antics would get you in trouble. he didn't want to accept that he could be part of the reason why you're gone, which is why he tried to convince himself and everyone else around that you were taken instead of leaving voluntarily... he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and heartbreak to accept that you truly left. he loved you, he truly cared for you and your well-being-- he knew he had a hard time to express these feelings but you were his best friend! of course he cared for your health! but... he couldn't handle the fact that maybe just maybe... he wasn't there for you enough to stay with them a little longer.

he could still remember the first day that you were gone, you weren't in any of your classes-- the teachers didn't even call your name when taking attendance anymore. it was utterly bizarre. Grim was still in his classes yet he sat far away from any students that knew you and disappeared after every class ended.. it was as if he was hiding something. and he was, but Ace and Deuce had no idea what it could be aside that they knew it was about you.

in the end, Ace is left heartbroken knowing that he didn't make sure to do enough to help you even when you asked for it from them. he knew that all he and deuce gave you was pure and utter trouble.

and he couldn't accept the fact, so now here he is having his friends look for you when he knew that you were long gone without even saying goodbye.

Deuce: the spade, one of the first people you've met alongside the ace, a passionate yet slow boy with a heart of gold. as much as he cared for you too the way Ace did he knew that even he wasn't helping either. he knew they should've done more or at least what you asked of them. but now you're gone, and just like Ace it seems as if he too is in denial about their part in your disappearance. he truly wants to believe that you didn't leave on your own even if all evidence was starting to slowly point to that possibility.

unlike Ace though, he seemed to be accepting it faster than him. he still followed along with the story that you were taken but he knew that after all the trouble, all the overblots, all your injuries-- he knew you just couldn't handle it anymore. after all it was clearly written on your face the day when you awoke from losing consciousness in the last overblot that you were ready to move on and make proper progress to get home.

he just...truly wishes that at least wherever you are that you are at least taking care of yourself with more helpful and reliable friends by your side, something he knew that he and Ace weren't able to do.

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(your dorm leaders)

Riddle

inside of the dorm with pampered red roses adorning every corner was the queen of hearts of the Heartslabyul dorm completely and utterly tearing his dorm room into shreds in pure red rage. 

Riddle Rosehearts was fuming, heartbroken, and betrayed on so many levels that he hasn't felt in a good while. hearing from Cater and Trey about your disappearance and then hearing from other of his dorm students about the ship that sailed here as quickly as it left in the late hours of the night/very early hours of the morning.

he immediately assumed that you were kidnapped and in danger! he even marched to the headmaster's office to report your disappearance with other dorm leaders!... well actually-- surprisingly they all came at the same time without planning. but in the end when approaching Crowley with this question of 'where is the prefect?', the headmaster was calm, horrifyingly calm, and said a phrase that shook him on many levels with his fellow dorm leaders beside him.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left."

"but they will be coming back to say goodbye before they go back home-- if they find a way back home... right?" spoke the leader of Ignihyde, for the first time out of his room.

"unlikely!" exclaimed the headmaster with a smile.

that one first phrase that headmaster Crowley told them was all that he needed to hear, in the moment of processing what he's heard everything was basically fading away as he also slowly but quickly ran back to his dorm room, in tears.

he was so angry, so furious, so emotional, so... he felt as if his own heart had been grabbed and thrown out of his chest. 'why couldn't you at least say goodbye??' he'd think.

he has never thrown so many books, ripped up so many letters he's written for you from himself that he never dared to send or give, and cut up then stepped on so many bouquets of roses in his room with your name on the tags.

wait...

oh, those roses. 

he stopped dead in his tracks with tears streaming down his face as he pathetically dropped down to his knees at the sight of all the five sad 'bouquets' of fresh red roses he planned to give you, now all had their petals and stems broken, torn, shredded, and crushed.

he then realized he didn't have his gloves on anymore... his palms had small yet prominent holes that were dripping red, red as the roses he destroyed. seems like the roses had thorns. 

ahh..he remembers now... 

those roses were meant just for you. 

Leona:

"what do you mean you still haven't found the herbivore yet?..." spoke the ruthless Kingscholar lion of Savannaclaw in a low yet snarly tone "I doubt they could've swam themselves out of here with waters like the ones this place has anyway. you all are likely not even looking right." he huffed as he closed his eyes with his body on the ground of the botanical garden facing away from the hyena gasping for air due to all the running that he had to do to bring the news to Leona.

Ruggie took a few deep breathes and quick pants before speaking "...we've already got twelve other students including the Ignihyde dorm leader's younger brother and the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore, a robot and a hunter, looking around and no one's found them! Howl already tried to sniff them out and all we came up with was nothing much but just a faint smell of them from the shore." he huffed and panted in exhaustion.

Leona just scoffed "as I mentioned before, you're all still probably not looking in the right places."

Ruggie tried to intercept but knew that even if he did it'd be fruitless and gain nothing from trying to correct Leona, yet he was frustrated too and wanted to know where you could be as well.

but unlike the freshmen at least Ruggie has been starting to accept the possibility that you really have left, forever. Ruggie was about to turn and leave to continue the search and try to sniff out any information from other students until---

"Bucchi." Leona broke the short silence with a throaty command for his attention which he certainly achieved with both of Ruggie's ears poking up to hear his next set of words.

"keep participating in the search for the prefect. If all continues to come up dry, then I'll just have to take this into my own hands."

and this time without trying to speak a single word back he nodded with a quick and stern 'mhm' before scurrying off to help the rest of the students. once the hyena was gone Leona then had his eyes look up through one of the many windows in the garden that are presenting the sky's ever growing storm. oh how much he was longing for you.

he could still remember as if it was yesterday, when Crowley told all of the house leaders the news after they all abruptly showed up at the same time.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home!"

that phrase.. he remembered how taken aback he was.

Leona slammed his fists on the headmaster's table "parted. ways?? as in they left NRC?!" a low growl came from inside his throat as Headmaster Crowley contained his eerily calm smile on his face.

"Sir Kingscholar I must insist you to control your temper." he spoke in his usual annoying and irritating voice "It's what they decided and were set on, end of story."

Leona couldn't remember much else after that blow out since all he did right after that was back away and stayed stuck in his thoughts until finally he just left the room suddenly. He didn't listen to any conversations that happened after that since all he could think was 'why not at least say goodbye?'

he finished recounting the moment before he mumbled to himself "I still have too much to say to you.",

but really he hoped that somehow somewhere you could still hear him. even if you probably left them for good.

Azul:

The sea witch of the Octavinelle dorm was pacing back and forth in every corner across his office in the Mostro Lounge. He's tried his best to squeeze out any information out of any of his dorm students or employees about the prefect with the help of his left and right hand eels ,Jade and Floyd Leech, with Floyd being the most productive yet not catching much information aside from the students he's squeezed the air out of exclaiming about some ship that has left in the midst of the night way pass midnight but too early to be morning. It intrigued all three yet it made our octopus pop a few nerves with how panicky he's been.

when he first heard this rumor it made him run to the headmaster's office with the immense fear that you could've been taken. he could remember his glasses slipping off at every bounce he made with each step of his run. he could remember the moment he opened the door to the headmaster's office along with the sudden appearance of all of his fellow house leaders in the same room..(excluding Malleus as usual) he could still feel the sweat dripping down his face, the crazy and misplaced strands of hair from his usual look, his glasses lopsided, and the scarf of his uniform threatening to fall off his shoulder-- of course he attempted to fix every one of these details on the spot to look somewhat presentable.

yet the answer he got from the headmaster was nothing short of soul-crushing for him. he asked a continuous amounts of questions as to why and how but all were dodged by the headmaster and answered with a short,

"it's just what they decided."

now he's just back into his office now diving head first into his work and school. much to his dismay it only kept him distracted for a temporary amount of time and in the dark of night under his covers all he could think about is you, just you.

he truly wished he could've been a part of your world.

Kalim:

the generous sultan of the Scarabia dorm was sulking in his room with his friend Jamil sitting by his side. Kalim was heartbroken over your disappearance and he remembers how worried sick he was at first. he like many assumed you were kidnapped and he was even waiting for some kind of ransom note to appear and he would've paid full price and more... but when he and other dorm leaders came to talk their concerns all they got was the news that you left voluntarily.

he was one of very few that felt that in their hearts you'd come back. one way or another Kalim felt in his broken heart that you'd appear as suddenly as you disappeared and unlike other dorm leaders he wouldn't put it against you to the slightest. he wouldn't hold grudges or be mad at you if you ever came back, in fact he understood why you'd leave and he was all up for making everything ten times better than before just so you'd never leave him again.

"you have to be realistic here, Kalim. for all we know maybe they found a way home faster than they did here, or they found a place where they don't have to worry about the next overblot or what their next meal will be." Jamil tried to be straightforward and blunt with Kalim, he didn't want him to have hope that you'd come back and then actually never coming back. "we don't know and may never know unless some kind of obvious sign shows that they will actually come back... but just don't keep your hopes up. for your sake." Jamil stood up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the exit of the room "I'll be back, I have to make dinner so you won't go to sleep starving."

With Jamil leaving Kalim then jumped out of his bed to open his window, the sky still not clear of the grey clouds and still not dark enough for the second star of the right to show up but still hoped that his message would still be received by the wishing star.

the platinum blonde boy held his hands together under his lips "please please please please.. please.." Kalim mumbled, wishing with all his heart.

"please, may _____ be safe, sound, and happy... wherever they are.."

Vil:

in the dorm of the fairest queen was the dorm leader watching from up above behind the tallest window of his room. clenching both of the red velvet curtains in his hands as he watched a group of freshman and a robot, including one of his own, group up and talk hectically and stressfully to each other. Vil Schoenheit knew very well why this particular group of students were talking in such an exaggerating manner, after all... with what Rook has told him and what he's heard from various students around the school it was most definitely about you.

as collected and uncaring as he tried to seem right now he could definitely feel worry and a kind of anger bubble up inside him. 

'could you really have left?' he thinks.

remembering what the headmaster said and all the bits of evidence he and Rook have picked up it seemed that it was certainly the case.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left." spoke the headmaster.

you really did leave without saying goodbye.

he couldn't completely blame you, as silent and busy as he was he obviously knew that his and the rest of the overblots and people that surrounded you were bringing you down. it's why he invited you at times for make-overs, spa days, and everything in between to at least brighten up your spirits whenever he could.

"I suppose all of that wasn't enough for you." Vil mumbled to himself as he aggressively thrashed both curtains he held in each hand inward to close off the view of the storm clouds from the sky, to stop those clouds from taunting him any longer.

that and because he couldn't let anyone from out his window see the mascara dripping down his face.

"Roi de Poison?..." his hunter spoke in a calm and hesitant voice, noting that this isn't exactly the time to try to make conversation.

and he was right "Rook!--" Vil seemed to have jumped, immediately yet carefully wiping his mascara-filled tears with a handkerchief on him. "what is so important that you had to come in without knocking??" he exclaimed as he has yet to face his hunter.

"Roi de Posion... there is something your eyes must see to believe." he seemed to take out his phone with an image on his screen.

"Well get on with it then!" Vil exclaimed before he finally turned to face Rook in dramatic motion, eyes still a bit bloodshot even from the few tears he had.

Rook carefully approached Vil, phone in hand, once he took one last look on the screen to make sure it showed what he wanted to show the hunter then finally faced the screen towards his dorm leader with hesitance.

it was a Magicam account, someone's most recent post...from yesterday..

it was Neige.

but.. wait... that person by his side.. it couldn't be--

why were you in Neige's Magicam post?

Idia:

dorm leader of the underworld Ignihyde, has not been sleeping as much as he should be. of course he's never slept well in the first place but it's just been getting worse since the ramshackle prefect has left.

currently Idia Shroud was looking for any digital footprints he could find, trying to track your location, trying to figure out where you could be. in the end it was all for naught since for the past week or two he's found nothing and basically has given up at this point.

he leaned back against his gaming chair and with a sigh of disappointment, he didn't want to accept what Crowley told all of the house leaders in his office. he knew that there's some kind of trace of you out there somewhere, he felt like it was up to him to find the person who bothered to give him the time of day and attention that he'd never thought he'd get.

the light from his screens were causing his eyes to become dry and almost bloodshot, each blink hurting his mind and his focus. that was until a notification came from his phone.

that's strange.. no one ever sends him messages unless it's in game.

he grabbed his phone beside his keyboard to read the message. how odd, it was from the noob Rook Hunt. what would the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore want anything with him? nonetheless Idia was slightly intrigued yet annoyed, he pressed on the notification to lead him straight to the new chat with the hunter, it said:

"Roi de Ta Chambre, I do hope this finds you well. A little bird told me that you too have been wondering about the safety and whereabouts of our beloved missing prefect. I may have the answer to your worries here."

below the message was a link to a Magicam post under the name of Neige Leblanc. he's heard of the name but was never interested in the petty and do-gooder lives of any of the RSA students. he cautiously pressed on the link to show a photo, a photo of said Neige Leblanc posing with a familiar face... a familiar face that he now wished he didn't see.

it was you, you were with an RSA student...

"tch..." Idia grumbled as he threw his phone back on his desk before he stepped back out of his chair and walked over to his bed "why did i even bother."

he fell face first into his bed and hugged one of his long yet soft pillows tightly, tears quietly falling down on their own slowly, he didn't dare make a sound in case Ortho would come barging in. he continued to cry quietly now acknowleging that you truly did leave without a goodbye, and left with RSA students no less, and with how you treated him before you left-- he dreamed that he might've had a chance with you.

but he should've known, dreams are for rookies.

Malleus:

the dragon prince of Diasomnia was a strange case, unlike every one of his fellow dorm leaders he actually knew that you left by ship. where to though he had no clue.

he remembers that he came to visit you at late hours of the night at the ramshackle dorm like he usually does except he saw you sneak out with nothing but Grim on your back. he followed you walking down to the shore to see a large ship awaiting for a passenger and what shook him a bit more was that the headmaster was there beside the ship, expecting... you. Malleus watched in confusion as you gave your beloved fiery feline a huge and long hug and some shared words with the headmaster. he was about to teleport himself right in front of you when he saw you walk up the gangplank of the ship to hop aboard but he stopped himself when he remembered about your cast.

ahh yes, how could he forget. he gave you the broken arm, the cuts and wounds, he gave them all to you when he overblotted. he knew that you said you had a chance of going back home but he didn't think it'd have you to go by ship.. and without saying goodbye.

in the end he just watched you and the ship disappear, watched Grim slowly walk back to ramshackle, and watched the headmaster disappear on the spot.

for the next few days that passed he's been mourning the loss of your presence, he's almost casted spells to take himself to you-- to retrieve you and hide you in a tower with nothing but him to protect you... to right all the wrongs he's made. he'd bring you fresh flowers every day and make sure to keep you healthy and happy, he'd do anything to have you back.

but he should've held back, every other person who's overblot you had to deal with should've held back. the headmaster should've done his job. then maybe just maybe you would've been able to be in his arms that night when you left.

in the end he was the only one who didn't ever visit the headmaster for any information about you. he had no reason after all he saw you leave.

after he gets a grip on himself though, he will confront Headmaster Crowley for any information as to 'why' he let you leave.

right now all he could ask is why... why why??.. the more he felt stuck in his thoughts the more the storm outside worsened. at this point everyone could see how he's feeling, his entourage of three tried their best to comfort him but it was no use. the prince of thorns was stuck sulking, and he didn't know how else to stop unless you were back into his arms.

he's also been taking way too many naps now, strange to his three knights yet he knew he did this because every time in every one of his dreams he had you in his arms and walked beside you. he had you all to himself in his dreams.

he saw that this was a better solution than being awake.

(THIS IS SUPER LONG and I might've messed up here and there T-T hope it broke a few hearts tho! I tried my very best in each one of their reactions!<3)

[madamvanrouge]

Vil Schoenheit As Your Boyfriend

↠ When you started dating Vil, everyone's treatment of you is bound to change. You're now treated as a celebrity as well, and Cater hounds you for pictures.

↠Vil already knew you would get popular on dating him, and helps set clear boundaries so people don't overstep their familiarity with you or use you in any way to get closer to Vil.

↠Don't worry, Vil, being the perfect embodiment of the Evil Queen's spirit of tenacity, will be there at your side. Someone asks for too many selfies from you? Someone's getting too close for comfort? He'll be at your side in an instant and tell the person rude enough to disturb his partner to get lost in an instant.

↠Vil's love language [giving] is quality time and acts of service. He loves spending time with his partner, making memories that are bound to last a lifetime. He has a busy schedule? Don't worry, he'll still take some time off to see you. If he's too busy, he might ask you to come help him with work or atleast join him for a meal. He's attached to you too much, don't blame him. He will make time for you no matter how busy he is. You are his first priority [mostly]. Vil loves providing for his partner with acts of service. Expect the spa treatment whenever Vil gets his hands on you and a nice, relaxing movie date while you snuggle together with hot chocolate in your matching cups. (<3)

↠Vil's love languages [receiving] are words of affirmation and acts of service. The queen loves being told of his beauty, not just from his followers and admirers, but especially from you. The words you give Vil are so much more precious to his heart than any other, so be sure to praise him and do his hair for him gently (don't worry, he'll teach you how if you don't know) while letting him know how well he's done, how proud you are of him. Even if you just bring him a simple lunch or drink after he's had a long day, the queen of Pomefiore will become eager to wrap you in his affection, wishing to shower you with kisses and hugs.

↠Vil will definitely take you to meet his dad during the dating period. Vil's dad is really chill and supportive. He's glad Vil found someone he can share his life with, and only wishes the best for you two. He sees you as another child, and takes you and Vil out for fun family outings whenever your schedules manage to match.

↠Vil isn't averse to cuddling, he mostly prefers cuddling at night because during the day, it might give his clothes wrinkles or make his hair messy, which is not something he prefers. Of course, if you're going through a rough spot, morals be damned, he'll cuddle you for hours if needed, get Rook to prepare you a bath and your favourite drink, and massage you himself as you tell him what happened.

↠Vil is not very jealous as a partner. He's very self assured but if he spots you getting too physically friendly with someone (or if he sees you with Neige), he'll immediately intervene with a professional smile, pull you towards him and change the subject if necessary. Later, he'll sulk about it and demand for kisses.

↠Vil will hug his phone like a highschool girl after mushy, fluffy texts. He also has a tendency to scream like a highschool girl in private if you agree for a date or if he's super happy that you planned something together. Bless Rook's ears, he's always listening.

↠ Vil's kisses are usually slow and gentle, the type that leave you with a lingering feeling of euphoria long after the kiss has been broken. His lips are always soft and hued with lipstick, which you might have to fix for him if it gets smudged after a kiss.

↠Vil's hugs are long-lasting in private, he loves embracing you and feeling you in his arms, as you relax together. In public, he refrains from anything more than holding hands or cheek kisses.

↠Epel is now your and Vil's gremlin child who will constantly seek your protection when Vil is out for his blood. Good luck.

[veliana]

𝓜𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓣𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓭 𝓦𝓸𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓭

🎀 : Headcanons 🌙 : Fiction (by fiction, I mean writings, whether one-shot or in multiple parts)

𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬

• His girlfriend snuck into his bed overnight🎀

𝐋𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫

• Watching a Disney movie 🎀

𝐑𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐞 𝐁𝐮𝐜𝐜𝐡𝐢

•Taking care of his sick s/o 🎀

𝐀𝐳𝐮𝐥 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐨

•Hug 🎀

• Watching a Disney movie 🎀

• Taking care of his sick s/o 🎀

𝐉𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

• General headcanons with a male reader 🎀

• Hug 🎀

𝐅𝐥𝐨𝐲𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐞𝐜𝐡

• Hug 🎀

• His girlfriend snuck into his bed overnight 🎀

𝐕𝐢𝐥 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

• Watchin a horror movie 🎀

• Vil sister in a relationship with Idia 🎀

• Yandere!Vil and a beautiful s/o 🎀

• A tomboy reader 🎀

𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐇𝐮𝐧𝐭

• Yandere!Rook and a beautiful s/o 🎀

𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐀𝐥-𝐀𝐬𝐢𝐦

• His girlfriend snuck into his bed overnight 🎀

𝐉𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥 𝐕𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐫

• Watching a horror movie 🎀

𝐈𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐝

• A shy reader 🎀

𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚

• Watching a Disney movie 🎀

• His girlfriend snuck into his bed overnight🎀

• Reader is interested in dragons 🌙

• Firefly's glow : A nighttime tale 🌙

• When the dream ended 🌙

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞

•General headcanons 🎀

If some characters are not present, it's not because I don't write for them. It's because I haven't written about them yet. The only characters I'm not writing romantically about are Ortho and Grimm :)

[flmer]

OH NO! IT'S THE BABY APOCALYPSE!

character/s. riddle, leona, azul, & vil.

cw. baby poop.

includes. gn!reader + fluff!

note. next will be idia, malleus, kalim, and jamil hehe also ooc? idk but I got my taglist open! if you wanna be tagged please put a comment/reply on my pinned post and which character you only wanna be tagged for!

riddle.

I imagine riddle being scared of parenthood but also confused because he didn't exactly have the best experiences as a child so he's clueless on how to treat the child and that's what scares him.

he's afraid of accidentally hurting the baby that's why he always looks hesitant whenever you ask him to hold the baby but all his nervousness wipes away when he sees eyes similar to his own- staring with sparkling eyes at him and he just melts.

you wake up sometimes in the middle of the night to the sound of humming coming from riddle and you always see him cradling the baby close to his chest as he gently rocks them back to sleep with a gentle relaxed look on his eyes and a soft smile on his face as he looks at the baby with warmth swirling on his grey orbs.

whenever riddle has some free time he always makes sure that you relax and he'll be the one taking care of the baby while you rest, after all he can't have his rose to get burnt out <3

“they're... ” he couldn't continue his words because of the tears that quickly came out from his eyes as he held the baby close to his chest as he smiled down at them “hello there my little rose petal...”

leona.

leona is the type of dad who sleeps everywhere and he's always seen cuddling his child on his chest while both of them. he always has his arms wrapped around his child protectively because to him it feels like he might lose them. (he does this to you too and you're glad you aren't the only one suffering his sweet gesture of choking you to death/exaggerating)

even if he isn't the king he still has his prince duties to do and he's often not physically present due to this but he always makes sure to make it up to both you and your child. he makes sure to call your child and you whenever he's travelling somewhere and when he finally arrives back home he always have tons of gifts to give to your child and of course for you too.

the moments that leona adores the most is whenever you and his child are safe in his arms with joyful smiles on both of your faces, it always makes him smile a little bit.

arguments are bound to happen but leona always makes sure to avoid making your child see the both of you arguing but whenever he knows he's in a bad mood he always takes a nap to avoid accidentally letting his anger out on you. there's also the playful argument that your child sees but it's mostly leona teasing you while you fume at him and he finds that hilarious. he also makes your child join in on the teasing and now you have two menaces in your life)

“awwe look at your momma, little beast. they're pouting again” - your menace husband leona

“momma why're you so mad? hehe we're only teasing ya!” -your menace of a child

azul.

azul loves to spoil his child i don't care what you say. this man will spoil his child just like how his mom did to him and it's honestly entertaining to watch because his child would be looking at something and the next thing you know your child has that exact thing on their chubby little hands.

despite azul's bad childhood and his experience with body shaming he actually doesn't mind it if his child is getting chubby, in fact he loves it! he loves his child's squishy chubby cheeks and their little soft tummy <3

despite azul letting his child eat to their own stomach's content he does know the limits and how unhealthy food or eating too much could affect his child that's why he always keeps an eye out for his child whenever Floyd and jade are hanging around. (jade have tried to feed azul's child mushrooms, i just know it.)

FAMILY OUTINGS!! this man is a businessman and that means he needs to hop from place to place because of his business and his only motivation to keep on working is you and your child. that's why he makes sure the both of you always come with him whenever he travels around! (one time his secretary convinced him to leave you and your child back at home because ‘both you and the child might need a break from the constant travelling’ so he left you both and when it strikes midnight he cried because he misses the baby wailing sounds that can always be heard at night and the feeling of you wrapped around his arms with the baby in the middle of you two.)

“Is it okay if you and our little pearl come to me? I've been missing the two of you...”

vil.

despite vil caring a lot about his beauty sleep he will always make sure to wake up to get a new bottle of milk for the baby or if they need changing he can always change their diapers! although the smell really disgusts him.. vil wouldn't mind sacrificing a few minutes of his beauty sleep if he gets to see his little pretty dardar's peaceful sleeping face that always manages to make him feel as if he's glowing. (yes pretty dardar is what he calls his child. dardar stands for darling)

vil wouldn't force his child to pursue acting or make his child into a model because vil doesn't want his child to grow up feeling trapped and forced. he wants his child to grow up happily without worrying about how society thinks of them.

vil's quality time with his child would consist of doing skincare and other self-care routines because he doesn't want his child to experience getting bullied because of their looks! he isn't saying that his child is ugly but no matter how beautiful you look on the inside people will always point out your flaws on the outside. his child most likely will grow up with the softest and clearest skin because of him

vil would take his child to work and he always keeps an eye out for his child because he knows how some workers here react to a baby and it's not really a positive reaction. he also posts both you and your child on his magicam whenever the three of you go out or just cuddle and watch movies that starr's vil and people often gets jealous of how domestic the three of you look.

Vil looks at the newborn baby on his arms with a blank look on his face and you started to grow nervous because of his reaction. does he not like how the baby looks? would he divorce you? would he- your thoughts went to an abrupt stop when vil started sobbing as he gently caressed the baby's face while cooing sweet things to his child “oh my, aren't you the prettiest little darling I've ever laid my eyes on? I wouldn't mind losing the most beautiful title to you, my little dardar.”

[diejager]

hmm I think you are the one to write this idea, if possible I would like a one shot about smut vil schoenheit with a fem s/o who has mommy issues, like she feels comforting with the care, the concern of vil because this feels like a "mother" (lit vil is the mother of pomefiore ) well~ but mc is in denial because she is ashamed to admit that, although vil already noticed xd, In resumen a mc with mommy issue in denial and vil who realized that can have fun with it, that would be all thank yuu \^^/

Mommy

Pairing : Vil Schoenheit x fem!reader

Cw: smut, nsfw, mommy kink, dom/sub, unsafe sex, creampie, fluff, tell me if I missed any. Wc: 941

“Oh, let it out, Schatz,” he cooed, his tone soft and tender like a mother speaking to her crying child. “Do it for mutter, hmm?”

Your face burned when he called himself mommy, he knew what it did to you and what it would make you do. His charming, yet feminine appearance and tender voice made him irresistible, a drug to your soul when he pressed his body against yours, hands holding yours as he rocked his hips. He would groan into your ears, whisper sweet words and even sweeter compliments to you, pushing your buttons to make you crumble - melt - under him and his hungry gaze. 

Each thrust was delicately made, graceful and intentional to leave you mewling, asking for more but saying it’s too much. You couldn’t make up your mind when Vil pushed you into this haze, mind numb on lust and body reactive to his touch. He was beautiful and calm, even with his golden hair sticking to his forehead and his makeup botched by your clumsy kisses. 

“You can do it, can’t you?” Vil smiled, his nose brushing your teary cheek, nodded lilacs staring into your soul. He kissed you, slow and loving, moving your lips to match the curve of his rosy Cupid’s bow. He devoured you gently, picking you up from the edge before driving you over it with pleasure and hunger. “Say it, calm me, Schatz.”

You gasped when your lips parted, swollen and red. You squealed when he hit your g-spot, pumping his cock slowly into you, dragging his head over your back wall until it slammed into your cervix. They were slow and methodical, near edging, but he always let you come twice or thrice before finding his end. 

“Mo-“ your words died before you could speak them, the sheer embarrassment of calling his mommy made you want to die, to bury yourself in the deepest hole you could dig alone. You were too ashamed of it, your issues dragging into this world as well.

“You can do it,” Vil encouraged you, fingers skimming the softness of your hips, his beautifully painted nails careful not to bruise your flushed skin, red and damp with pleasure. 

“Please, mommy-” you keened, arching into his slim figure. 

You reached for him, arms wrapped around his neck and asking with a dazed pout for a kiss. He chuckled, smiling at your unbridled hunger, the deep ache for him inside and around you, this addiction you had of him as he had of you. His lips met yours, swallowing your mewls and cries, tongue laving your bottom lip for entrance.

His thrusts were as sensual as his tongue, skilled and sharp. His tongue stole your breath away, curling around yours and moving it to his whim. You panted, searching for his hands, wanting to hold them in yours.

He happily held you, peppering your face and neck with loving pecks. He simply oozed of love and care, like a mother doting on her baby. Like the mother you never had; that was rarely caring or loving. And Vil knew that.

He teased and played, whispering obscenities into your ears when you were in public, a sly smirk curling on his lips. He was dotting and very much so Pomefiore's "mother hen", as much as he was the Prefect. He made sure you looked pretty and proper, your makeup meticulous and your hair perfect. He assured himself that your uniform and clothes were well ironed, your posture straight and your studies high.

Within the walls of his room, he liked to ruin you, his whispers becoming your reality. Bent over his dresser, staring at both your reflection while he ravaged you, hips snapping, his hands wandering your naked skin and your neck caked with his marks. Even then, he'd whisper confessions, poems of his affection. His song spilled from his tongue as he brought you to your end, cooing at you and praising you.

"Come for me, " he rasped, pushing into you, shuddering when your walls tightened around him.

You clutched his hands, fingers digging into his flesh, and your ankles locked behind him. He pressed into you, thrusting sloppily as he smothered you in kisses, locking lips until you had to breathe, letting out rattled and warm puffs.

He mumbled encouragements, telling you to come, to unravel around him as he held you through your peak. He would care for you, ride it out until you stopped twitching, string you long and high. He kissed you, swallowing your wanton cries for more.

Everything felt amazing: his body, his words and his love, his care and attention made everything so much better. It filled your senses with raw pleasure, pushing you closer to your end. You clung to him, hips bucking to match his pace, mesmerized by the sounds you both made, his balls slapping your wet ass, the squelching when fucked you slow and deep and the noise that left your swollen lips.

"Good girl," he hushed, moaning praises into your ears, dragging out your orgasms with a few thrusts, chasing his own. Heat pooled from your navel, his hot cum gushing from his raging slit, spraying ropes to cover your walls. He bucked unto you, shaft still twitching to a small drizzle.

You bloated, shivers wracking your body as his cum leaked from the sides of his softening cock. You were tired, limbs exhausted and mind dazed, but you still clung onto him, descending from your high.

"Thank you, mommy..."

Taglist : @stygianoir

[schoenht]

First off, CONGRATS ON 1K!!! I just finished the Jamil smau finally (i didn’t realize it was finished so I had some catching UP to do) and the ending had me 🥺💖

N E WAYS, could I request “muffin man” with Vil and Lilia? :0

↝ muffin man

characters: vil schoenheit, lilia vanrouge

note: OKAY THIS WAS FUN i cannot remember if i did lilia twice but oh well, here we are <3 i hope you enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing !!!

EVENT IS CLOSED!

[cyath]

My first time drawing Vil, any suggestions on who to draw next?

[crozaqe]

his dedicated assistant.

[anmiruzu]

Hioi! I hope you’re doing well. May I request romantic Vil Schoenheit headcanons with a reader who’s also an actor just like him just reader prefers to play villains unlike Vil.

🥀anon

vil schonenheit w/ an actor! reader who unlike him prefers to play the villain

a/n hihi! i’m doing well! ty for asking and for requesting again, my dear anon. i hope you enjoy \( ᐖ)/  (i'm also still taking requests for my halloween event in case anyone's interested; only 11/30 slots taken)

-vil and you met while filming a movie. for once vil was not chosen to play the role of a villain but the role of a hero; something he had always wanted and preferred over playing the antagonist. while you, you were chosen to play the role of the villain and opposite of him you adored playing the villain. but because of your innocent and sweet looks you were normally chosen to be the hero, the protagonist of the story. 

-you reminded him of neige, your sweet looks, innocent smile, and that bright personality irritated him. but… seeing your enthusiasm for your role, he felt… conflicted? he didn’t understand how you would enjoy playing the villain, the one who always loses in the end with no glory or fame unlike the hero. but your enthusiasm, passion, and determination he saw throughout the filming made him feel something for you. he immediately knew what it was, but he didn’t want to believe it. you were basically neige after all just… different in a way.

-while you two were filming you often reached out to him, he is the vil schonenhit after all, often chatting about your roles and the story the movie is based on. you were really passionate about your role, having already read the book making you all the more enthusiastic about being the antagonist of the story, your favorite character. the two of you would go sit in the garden or in a small cafe chatting about the film while trying your best to avoid both of you guys fans.

-these small rendezvouses of yours slowly became more regular with more conversation not just about the film but about more day to day life. along with some deep conversations about characters and acting. which is where vil finds out why you prefer to play the villain and not the hero, whether that’s because you have fun with playing the villain or just simply love being the antagonist. he knows now, either laughing at the simplicity or thinking seriously at the complicated reason.

-then on one of the days the two of you decide to meet up at a garden, he would ask you out, very straightforwardly while offering you a rose; simply saying “will you go out with me?” you of course accepted and the two of you started dating. nothing really changed at first, you two were mostly normal, the only difference was that you two became more affectionate of course only behind closed doors, you can’t risk any of your fans finding out after all.  

{twisted wonderland masterlist}

[it-happened-one-fic]

Ink and Magic - The Beautiful Oppressor

Author Notes: Part 5 of this sort of halfway non canon compliant what if with the overblots and their aftermath! A lot of what I said for part 1 counts for this section too. This isn't exactly romantic. in fact, I would say it counts as more platonic, but it certainly can be taken as shippy. This will also be a series, though the Diasomnia section won't come out until that entire matter is resolved in game. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Spoilers for Book 5: Beautiful Oppressor!

[Heartslabyul] [Savanaclaw] [Octavinelle] [Scarabia] [Pomefiore: You're Here!] [Ignihyde] [Diasomnia: to be released!]

Type: Gender-neutral reader/ fic series/ Can be platonic or romantic/ fluff/ angst/ comfort/ Spoilers for Pomefiore overblot.

Word count: 2045

The glossy ink slowly slid across the ground, reflecting the toxic green fog that Vil had created and making for a truly gruesome pairing that promised pain should one linger here too long.

But then, in the middle of all that hideousness, stood Vil. Crowned with a halo of gold feathers, from which hung a black veil, and dressed in dark robes that faded from a brilliant purple that spoke of royalty to a dark black, dotted with golden stars. 

The cloth draped around him in a way that, despite its tattered seams, spoke of the very elegance that Vil always carried and held himself with.

 Over the young man loomed the blot monster that reminded me of an old hag. The monster let out a raspy, howling scream as Deuce’s signature spell slammed into it, obliterating it almost immediately in a shower of black ink that rained over the stage in dark cloud.

Deuce stumbled, letting out a grin as he saw the poisonous fog begin to dissipate before he froze, staring at the end of Vil’s overblot.

The young man, who up until now had stood tall, snuck to his knees. Rich cloth puddling around him as he trembled, staring at his gloved hands that were tipped with golden claws that slowly began to fade from existence,  “I will be…”

He looked up as the violet flame that had been over his left eye vanished and his amethyst gaze found my wide-eyed, heartbroken stare, “The fairest….” 

His eyelids began to flutter, threatening close as he wavered, swaying and catching himself with wobbly arms that would not and could not support the weight of his weary form for long.

I scrambled to my feet, skidding slightly as I took off from a crouch, and desperately rushed towards Vil as he breathed out his final words, his eyes flickering shut in a way that somehow only made me more desperate to reach him as I raced past Deuce and barely caught Vil’s final whisper, “Of them all…”

Rook shouted my name, his voice raw with fearful concern, and I could hear Epel shouting angrily at Jamil to let him go so that he could stop me as my knees hit the ground hard.

I almost hissed at the stinging sensation of the cracked wood splintering against my knees and legs, but I still wrapped my arms around Vil’s slumped form. Catching him before he fell completely against what remained of the once grand stage.

Gone were the decadent clothes that had revealed his status as overblotted. He had returned to the Pomefiore housewarden, who’d been staying at Ramshackle dorm with the rest of the NRC Tribe for the past few weeks and who’d been striving this entire time to be his very best until he broke at the last second. 

Exhaustion swept over me in a wave as I grasped his limp form, and I swayed as I strained to stay awake before I exhaled, surrendering to the overwhelming fatigue that washed over me as I fell sideways against the stage. Still holding Vil tightly in my arms as the world went dark.

But the world did not remain dark long before I was greeted with an image. The first of many as I now knew. 

This first scene that greeted me was that of an unfamiliar living room through which a young Vil ran, hurrying over to an adult man and holding up a paper excitedly as he spoke.

 “Dad, listen to this! I passed the audition! I’m going to be in a musical school drama!”

The child’s eyes were bright, glistening in a way that reminded me of jewels as he was congratulated. But then his face fell once his father asked what role he’d gotten.

The star’s rival. Another mean villain, as he put it.

Almost immediately, I recalled the phone call Vil had gotten that day at Ramshackle dorm and how frustrated he’d seemed at being offered the role of a villain.

It seemed that his plight of being typecast was nothing new. Though I couldn’t understand why he was always typecast as a villain.

The child before me was the perfect picture of a young prince, so full of life and possibility, just like how Vil as I knew him looked like a flawless male lead, ready to sweep a princess off her feet the very instant she needed him.

I watched in silence as Vil’s father comforted his son, a smile on the man’s face as he rubbed his son’s head.

“Sometimes productions are more selective about their villain casting than their hero casting. You should be proud.”

A smile appeared on the child-version of Vil’s face as he nodded just as the image faded out. 

“But...villains never stay on stage for the whole play. Once their role is finished, all they do is watch from the shadows as the happy ending plays out. What I want is to stay on the stage longer than anyone else.”

I tensed as Vil’s familiar voice came from somewhere beside me even though, just as with the others, I could not see him in the darkness that surrounded us.

I could listen to him, though.

So that was what I did. I listened to Vil’s narration and watched the memories that slowly told me the story of Vil’s life. His rise to fame and how he was always entrapped by the role of the villain. 

What initially seemed like something unfortunate began to worsen as others began to judge him for his roles.

“Hey, look! That’s the guy who was bullying the hero on the TV show last night!”

“How can anyone be so mean? He must be pretty messed up.”

I frowned as the scene played out right in front of me but left me unable to step in and help the child I knew would become a powerful young mage.

I felt myself smile, almost smugly, when a young Jack stepped in to ward off the bullies. Even if Vil told him it wasn’t necessary, I knew it was the beginning of a friendship between these two.

But I couldn’t help but wonder how often such things had been said about Vil? 

It wasn’t hard to figure out how many children perceived him solely based on his acting roles.

He always played the villain, so he must be horrible, right? It was obvious that was what they thought. Especially since I’d heard more mature versions of the exact same thought at NRC, though I had never realized exactly how harmful they could be. Not until now. But as I watched Vil’s life continue to play out in front of me like a tragedy from the theater, it got steadily worse.

Any praise that Vil received was always met with someone else who had something else to say and took that praise and muddied it. 

And it only became worse as Neige came onto the scene, giving the people someone to compare Vil to.

“Neige is just incredible. That friendly charm and wholesome vibe comes naturally to him.”

“Vil is pretty impressive as the villain, himself. He carries himself with real dignity. You’d never guess he was only twelve years old. He’s gonna be the hero one of these days.”

“The thing about Vil is, he’s TOO perfect. His beauty is otherworldly. Vil is too special to play the part of a regular teen that viewers can relate to. Without that relatability, I don’t think he’ll ever pull off playing a hero.”

Too perfect. Too special. Unrelatable. I couldn’t help but frown at the way the people described him. 

It was bad enough that they had literally just said he could never have the lead role, no matter how talented he was. But special… I’d never realized what a condemning word it could be until I’d come to this school and become ‘special’ myself.

Special meant you weren’t like others, and it meant others would always look at you differently. Special meant that no matter how many people you befriended, you’d always stand slightly apart in a lonely beam of a spotlight reserved for those deemed ‘special.’

And unrelatable? That was just cruel. Saying people couldn’t relate to him was all but saying he wouldn’t ever find someone he could truly be friends with. They might as well have said that no one would ever understand him, so no one would ever side with him. And if no one sides with you… Well, of course you’re the villain. Because for better or worse, the majority usually wins, and the winner is always the hero because that is how history will portray it. 

I grimaced as the world went black around me, leaving me with just Vil’s now frustrated voice that cracked with emotion that he normally kept controlled. 

“Why? Why is it never me?! All I want is to stay on the stage until the end of the show.”

To stay on stage until the end of the show…. To be the hero that people love and relate to…

To not be singled out as special and put in a special slot. To not bear the weight of being ‘special’ amongst others your age.

I opened my eyes to find that I’d curled almost protectively around Vil, cradling him to me just as I had the others when no one interfered.

“Y/n?” Epel’s voice wavered just from behind me, and I slowly relaxed my hold on Vil without fully releasing him as I attempted to roll over, only to be held in place by the actor who clung to me. But even then, I could see the others.

Our friends were all around us, kneeling with expressions of shared concern. Proof that even despite what others had said, Vil had worked hard and found friends who didn’t deem him as just ‘special.’

Ace sighed, shaking his head slightly, “We already explained it all to Rook and Epel, but…. You did it again, didn't you?”

I nodded, still feeling worn out, as I swallowed thickly and pasted a tired smile onto my face that had Ace shaking his head at me. His expression one of fond exasperation.

“How are you feeling? Is the poison still affecting you?” Jamil’s voice came from just above my head. 

I tilted my head in an attempt to look at him, eliciting a chuckle from the young man whose hand reached out and pressed against my head, gently stopping me as he spoke, “Don’t bother; just wait until Vil wakes up. You know you won’t be able to move until then.”

About that time, I saw Rook from my peripheral lean down, the worry on his face clear as he quietly spoke to Vil’s sleeping form, “Vil… Oh, fair Vil. Please wake up.”

There was a quiet groan, and Vil’s grasp on me tightened ever so slightly as he pressed himself closer to me before he at last relaxed and opened his eyes, looking at me with a gaze that was still hazy from everything that had just happened.

He blinked a few times, his eyes slowly clearing, before looking around in confusion as he slowly released me with a frown on his face, “How am I…?”

He didn’t get to finish the question as both Rook and Kalim launched themselves at him, landing on either side of us so that they could tightly embrace the young man.

I smiled at their exuberance, which at first seemed to confuse Vil before his memories slowly came trickling back in and he looked towards me.

I gazed back at him as his eyes widened with realization, “You….. Did you…?”

I hesitantly nodded, rubbing my arm slightly and letting Jamil step in with an explanation as Deuce wrapped an arm around me to help me to my feet, “Yes, they saw your memories and heard your thoughts. They’ve done that with every single person who has overblotted, including myself.”

Jamil paused, looking my way before frowning, and continuing, “We don’t know why or how they do it, but….”

He trailed off and I shrugged, “Let’s talk about it later….” I glanced around the ruined stage I’d been stretched out on this entire time and frowned, “We’ve got bigger issues anyway.”

[michelletsw]

Hello,

I love your "The second year's replying to "I want a baby" " It was so fun and cute. And perfectly written.

If you are still taking request, could you do it with the third years? If it is too much, could you please do Leona, Vil, Malleus.

Thank you!

2nd years, 3rd years

3rd years replying to I want a baby

Here you go loves!

[dreamofjoys]

𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝟐𝟎 ‒ 𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐜 , 𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐭

scenario: for someone that is naive like you, you would never dare to harbor any doubts towards your upper classmen - and that's precisely why vil took an advantage towards you. surely, you wouldn't doubt the contents of the handmade smoothie that he had specially made for you, right?

tw: drugging, fingering, dubcon

back to kinktober's 2022 masterlist

"what's this?" you eyed at the drink that vil handed to you. “a handmade berry smoothie made by me. potatoes like you should drink this to get one step closer to beauty.”

you rolled your eyes and laugh at vil’s comment, to which vil frowned at your behaviour. you accepted the drink from him, thanking him for his hard work as you take a sip.

“mhmm, it’s delicious!”

“really? i’m glad that it suits your taste. do drink all of it.”

vil’s lavender eyes gazed onto your lips, watching your throat moving up and down as you gulp down the smoothie.

seconds after finishing it, your vision started blur as you felt a wave of dizziness hits you. if it wasn't for vil holding onto you, you might have already fallen on the ground.

"let me escort you back to your room." vil offered, and you agreed, feeling weird that you are suddenly feeling weak.

"s-so hot." you whined, and vil only shush you as he lays you on your bed. "y/n, i will be removing your clothes now, okay?" you thought that vil would apply cold towels on your hot body, instead, he peeled off all your clothes, leaving you bare naked body on display.

"vi-vil?"

"im just helping you. now, stay still and don't move."

vil sat on the bed, one hand travelling down to part your thighs and inserting a finger into your pussy. you let out a moan, feeling the heat in your core subsidizing. vil smirked when your pussy gushes all over his finger, leaving it wet with your essence. he inserts another finger in, and then another, till he's four fingers are knuckles deep inside you, feeling your walls clenching around him.

through your hazy state, you wanted to close your thighs and tell vil to stop. but the heat was unbearable, it makes you wanna spread your legs even wider so that something bigger can fit inside you.

squeezing your eyes shut, you pant and hold onto vil's free hand, silently asking for more.

with the way your little hole is opening up more and the wet squelching sound of his fingers thrusting into you, how can he not get turn on and fuck you right there and then?

[rayisalive]

you know what this is about and we talked about it so

there's no way any of us wouldn't say it

headcanons for whatever ones you wanna write for when yuu says that they looked amazing in their overblot form

everyone knows it

if you don't put vil in this i am blocking you

Scared Fabulous

|→ A/N: I am 100% putting Vil in this how could I not along with Azul.

|→ Includes: GN reader, Azul and Vil x reader, spoilers for book 3 and 5

|→ Tag.List: @yinenovica @snek-disappearedagain

|→ More works here

As the area cleared you opened your eyes to be met with a giant figure.

Many would have called it a horrifying sight yet in your eyes he was the beautiful person you’ve ever seen

“You look beautiful,” you said, not realizing the situation you were in.

|→ Azul would be so confused at first, I mean who wouldn’t? Here he was about ready to let all his anger out and you just called him beautiful.

| Jade and Floyd would be confused at first but would probably just be like “that’s cool I guess to each their own.”

| Everyone else just stops before remembering that they’re supposed to be helping with the Overblot.

| Anyways back to Azul, he’s gotten compliments before from other students at NRC but when you specifically tell him that you thought he looked beautiful of all things? He is over the moon.

| He was expecting people to be afraid or disgusted by the sight of him overblotting, not finding him attractive of all things.

| He wouldn’t believe a word you’re saying until you end up just spending the entire time complimenting him.

|→ WAIT WAIT WAIT OK IK I’M NOT BEING PROFESSIONAL RN BUT LIKE IMAGINE AZUL JUST LIKE IMAGINE HEAD TILT HE'S TOTALLY CONFUSED AND INQUIRING ON WHAT YOU MEAN AND THEN YOU JUST PROCEED TO SHOWER HIM IN COMPLIMENTS AND WITHOUT EVEN KNOWING JUST MAKING HIM A CONFUSED AND FLUSTERED MESS.

| LIKE JUST THERE LIKE SOMEHOW CALMING HIM DOWN LIKE THAT-

|→ Now Vil overblotted because despite all his efforts Neige managed to beat him, believing he wasn’t good enough.

| Really he saw himself overblotting as an unsightly and hideous thing, yet somehow you had managed to believe he looked beautiful.

| That was what he needed to hear though. He just needed someone to tell him that even in a state like this that he was stunning, that he was still good enough.

| Rook would probably agree too and everyone else is just so concerned and confused on what’s wrong with y’all.

| Vil would probably continue on trying to destroy everyone yet also be questioning how you could think that, bringing it up after he recovers.

| “You look amazing,” you say as if a giant ass brick wasn’t being thrown at you and everyone else is fighting for their lives.

©rayisalive 9/16/22 None of my work is to be translated, plagiarized, or reposted without my knowledge. Reblogs are appreciated too!

[flmer]

mmh could it be... something soft for pomefiore? with a mc who likes to make them laugh maybe? :0

making them laugh

character/s. vil, rook, epel.

includes. gn!reader, fluff, corny pick up line on epel's part <3

cw. none.

note. yipeee I love me some good fluff

VIL.

He adores how hard you try just to see his real smile and not his fake and practiced smile that he shows to other people (except close people to him)

The way you find such unique ways to make him laugh is enough to set butterflies ablaze on his tummy.

whenever you mention to him how he's much more prettier and cuter when he smiles... he just... melts. (internally of course) and he believes you because how can he not when he can see your efforts just to hear his laugh?

you're lucky that vil adores you even if you make corny and lame jokes, he'll laugh at them because he doesn't want your effort to go to waste although he would tell you about it being corny....

“That was such a corny joke my dearest.”

ROOK.

If you try to make him laugh... he just chuckles and returns the favor by making you laugh instead and it always ends with some sort of fight or challenge to see who makes the other laugh more... (whenever vil sees you and rook doing this, he just shakes his head at the childish-yet-endearing-scene and continuing to walk gracefully towards wherever he's going.)

If you tell him that you love his laugh he'll make sure to laugh, chuckle, and giggle around you more and he always takes note of the fact the sides of your lips seem to twitch upwards whenever you hear his laugh.

He's very grateful for you because whenever he's in a sour mood you always manage to cheer him up with your ways of making people laugh

he makes sure to praise you for the effort you put into making his day brighter and he always makes sure to make your day 3x more brighter!

“My sweet sweet bow... why did the chicken cross the road?”

EPEL.

I like to think that whenever epel's real laugh comes out it doesn't sound 'graceful' It's like a snort but whenever you hear it, you know he isn't fake laughing at your jokes.

his cheeks become rosy like an apple whenever he smiles widely or laughs and it's so adorable and grrr (you'll have the urge to squish it but I advise you don't or he'll get mad at you >:T )

something he has in common with rook and vil is that he always appreciates it whenever he's feeling a lil insecure about his masculinity and you try to crack jokes just for him to cheer up and it always works

you guys 100% have sleepovers secretly in his dorm room and try to be quiet because it's past his bedtime curfew and you don't want rook or vil barging in on you two in the middle of a tickle fight on a awkward position....

I imagine that whenever Vil's around you try to make jokes that would surely make the farm boy wheeze so hard and he is BUT THEN HE SEES VIL AND SHOOTS YOU A SIDE EYE

he's trying so hard not to let his real laugh come out because he doesn't wanna get lectured again and waste the spare time he wants to spend with you :((

the both of you like to tell lame and cheesy pick up lines with each other and every time it gets more cheesiest and corny but that's what makes the both of you crack up and fall in love deeper with each other

“You're the epel of my eyes, applepie.”

“And you're as sweet as freshly picked epels, epel.”

[alucztive]

hello! could you do a headcanon on a male reader who is small but actually can tear the whole school down if he gets mad? I was thinking of Leona, Jack, Vil, Sebek, Epel and Idia but you can do it with whoever you want if none of them pleases you :)

Male!Reader who is small but can actually tear down the school if he gets mad

ft. Leona, Vil, Idia

my first twst request! it’s a lil short since i haven’t have time to read twst story so maybe ooc.

No warning.

Male reader : He/Him pronouns.

The male reader is often underestimated due to his small size, which he uses to his advantage when dealing with others. However, when he gets mad, he becomes a force to be reckoned with, with immense strength and magic abilities that can tear down the school.

Leona Kingscholar

• One day, the reader loses his temper and almost causes a disaster at the school. Leona witnesses the incident and is shocked by the reader's strength, but also concerned for his well-being.

• Leona initially becomes interested in him because of his strength, but he quickly realizes that there's much more to the reader than just his physical abilities.

• Leona approaches the reader after the incident and offers to help him manage his anger and strength. The reader is initially reluctant to accept his help, but eventually agrees to work with him.

• As they spend more time together, Leona and the reader grow closer. Leona helps the reader to channel his strength in a positive way, and the reader helps Leona to see the world in a new light.

• The reader's strength is not just physical, but also emotional. He have a deep well of resilience and empathy that Leona comes to admire.

• Leona and the reader's relationship is not without its challenges, but they work through them together, building a strong and lasting bond.

Vil Schoenheit

• Vil is naturally drawn to the reader's strength and finds it fascinating. He enjoys seeing the reader unleash his power and finds himself getting intrigued by it.

• When the reader gets mad, his magic abilities become unstable, causing a ripple effect that almost resulted in the destruction of the school's infrastructure. Vil finds this aspect of the reader's power thrilling and enjoys the chaos it brings.

• The reader's small stature often causes others to underestimate him, but Vil knows better than to make that mistake. He respects the reader's power and enjoys pushing him to his limits.

• Despite their power struggles, Vil and the reader share a deep connection, which neither of them can deny. They are drawn to each other like moths to a flame, and their passion for each other is undeniable.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate and clingy towards Vil. Vil finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him.

Idia Shroud

• Idia is initially wary of the reader's power, but as he gets to know him, he becomes fascinated by him. He finds the reader's strength and unpredictability thrilling and enjoys the challenge of trying to keep up with him, if he can.

• The reader's power struggles often lead to tension between him and Idia, with the latter trying to keep the former under control. However, deep down, Idia enjoys the chaos and the challenge of trying to control the reader's explosive temper.

• When the reader is not angry, he is incredibly affectionate towards Idia, with a soft spot for him. Idia finds this side of the reader endearing and enjoys indulging him, even if he knows it's a weakness.

• Despite their power struggles, Idia and the reader share a deep connection, with Idia drawn to the reader's passion and strength. He sees the reader as a kindred spirit and enjoys spending his time with him.

© @alucztive 2023, do not steal, repost, translate (w/out perms)

[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.