#yan!vil x you

[parad-ice-lostandfound]

Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook

Genre: Yandere

TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.

AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^

You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.

"(Name), remove your shoes."

" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.

" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.

"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.

He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.

"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.

"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"

"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.

Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.

"Would you like me to kill them for you?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)

"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.

"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"

"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.

Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."

Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.

Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.

"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."

His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?

You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.

"It's alright Rook."

"You nearly gave us away, Rook."

Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.

"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.

Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.

"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."

Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.

"As you wish, my dear queen."

[shiny-jr]

soft vil for the alphabet maybe? congratulations on (nearly) 3k followers btw!! that's huge!!!

Warning: Yandere thing. Gender-neutral reader.

Characters: Vil Schoenheit.

Note: Thank you very much, anon! I knew someone would request him. I thought some people may request him at the same time, and multiple people did. But I didn't expect it to be literally the first one. I find it amusing how y'all scramble for the soft yan Vil content. Whenever I drop the slightest mention of soft yan Vil, I just imagine y'all like this. And I’m thinking to myself, you know what? Let’s just do one with the whole alphabet. I know some people follow me just because of how I write this guy. So here you go. Go crazy. 

Letters: A - Z

➸ Affection. How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

     ➳ Vil once said he despises those who spoil others. Well... he's guilty of just that. Although he doesn't exactly refer to it as "spoiling" you. To him, he's simply rewarding you for being such a lovely darling (pretty much rewarding you for being yourself and giving him attention). It's safe to say that gift giving is his love language. Even if he appears cold and aloof, especially to others (never to you), he showers you with gifts galore. Examples: Oh? You liked that drink you tried? Well, it's healthy, so he'll order a dozen more to take home for you later. That plushie or other obscure item you were eyeing? It ends up in your room. Those shoes you wanted a few months ago but never told him until now? Consider them yours, and in multiple colors!

     ➳ Of course, he also displays physical affection, but it's largely behind closed doors. Honestly, sometimes you prefer being in public because you have some breathing room. You've spent so much time around Vil that you can tell when he's yearning for some love. When his grip tightens around your hand, when he's glancing at you more often, when his arm around your waist is guiding you towards a private room, these are all signs that he’s needy for some attention. And you know that as soon as those doors close, leaving only you and him, there’s no getting him off you. That’s when his elegant and refined composure crumbles as he becomes clingy and over affectionate, peppering kisses all over your face, leaning incredibly close so your bodies are practically against each other, and if you give him a smooch back or compliment/praise him? Good luck getting him off you for the next few hours. 

➸ Blood. How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

    ➳ Not at all really, he has his own way of handling troublesome matters. But of course, never handling them within his darling’s sight. In fact, he will never get his hands dirty, because it simply isn’t necessary when he has other methods. But that isn’t to say he wouldn’t get messy if he absolutely had to. It’s just that his other ways are so much more effective. 

   ➳ That director that made a snide remark about you? Vil is threatening the company in charge of the film to fire that insolent old man or else he will refuse to play any part in the film. That director quickly loses his credibility and this major job, since the company can’t risk losing the Vil Schoenheit. A jealous woman working in the makeup department keeps glaring at you and not-so-subtly trying to make a move on him? He’s demanding a new makeup artist, all the while making such venomous insults towards the woman so she was on the verge of tears. One of the security guards he hired for your safety is getting too close to comfort, hm? Where did he go, you ask? Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. He will not be bothering you ever again. 

➸ Cruelty. How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them? 

   ➳ I’d like to think that Vil wouldn’t really kidnap his darling. It’s more like he’s holding them against their will. Or is it against their will? When you stay at his family’s home, he keeps convincing you to stay for longer each time you even think of leaving. Oh no, he won’t mock you at all. In fact, if you even attempt to leave, he’s very upset. Paired with the reasons and excuses he gives each time you make an attempt, not to mention how loving he is and how much he spoils you, it’s hard to actual step through the doors.

  ➳ You want to go visit your silly friends in the Queendom of Roses? He’ll just invite them here so you won’t have to go. You’re thinking of returning to the Ramshackle dorm? Perish the thought. That old crow will run you ragged in exchange for you to stay in that old dorm. Just stay here, is that so much to ask for? 

➸ Darling. Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling’s will? 

   ➳ That depends. Does changing your mind beforehand count? Vil is nothing but gentle and patient with you. He’ll ease you into things you might’ve not liked before (here) such as heels or makeup or other things. He’ll ease you more into healthy meals, exercising with him, etcetera. So it’s actually very difficult to find something he would do against your will, since he manages to ease you or convince you in nearly all things. However, if there’s something you’re adamantly against, then he won’t force you. After all, your happiness is extremely important to him. 

➸ Exposed. How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling? 

   ➳ Almost his entire heart is bared to you. Everyday when you’re alone with him, you see a side of Vil Schoenheit that the world has never seen before. Only you see this vulnerable side of him. Everyone sees Vil as someone that’s nearly the embodiment of perfection. He’s elegant, he’s intelligent, he’s beautiful. Yet he seems too perfect to even approach with his cold exterior, his regal mannerisms, and his strict code. He radiates confidence, he’s like the rarest diamond. But only you see him at his lows and his highs. When he’s crying and has mascara running down his face, when he’s initiating intimate moments with you, when he’s so happy that he’s squealing! Only you see these parts of him. But keep in mind, in the beginning I said he bares almost his entire heart to you. There’s a small part of himself that he tucks away, afraid that you will never consider him truly perfect enough for you.  

➸ Fight. How would they feel if their darling fought back? 

  ➳ Absolutely heartbroken. I imagine that you finally realize what he’s doing, you finally see that he’s being manipulative in some ways, you notice that he’s hurting others just to keep you happy and comfortable, and that is genuinely unhealthy in many aspects. When you not only begin to avoid his affections but also confront him, he feels his heart stop. This was it. The moment he always feared. You thought he was inadequate. He had not yet achieved perfection. He wasn’t good enough for you, he never was–– Did you think he was ugly? Do you find his actions disgusting? Why are you looking at him like that?! All his confidence shatters as he feels empty. If you didn’t want him, if he wasn’t good enough for you, then what now? He can’t be without you, he refuses to––! Ah... then he’ll just have to work harder so you won’t reject him again. He’ll polish himself to a brilliant shine, he’ll improve himself, all for you. 

➸ Game. Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape? 

  ➳ It isn’t a game to him. These are important matters to him! He doesn’t enjoy seeing you try to leave at all! Each time you mention leaving, he immediately begins to worry as he gives you a reason to stay. Each time you even consider leaving, he’s immediately questioning where we went wrong. Was it something he said? Something he did? He carefully reflects on everything he did the last few days that could’ve potentially prompted you to consider leaving, and he immediately corrects himself. All your attempts to leave are blocked by him as he gives you reasons and excuses as to why you should stay. 

➸ Hell. What would be their darling’s worst experience with them? 

  ➳ Maybe you might find his clinginess and affection annoying and suffocating at some point. But perhaps the worst experience is not even something that happened directly to you. If you linger or hide, you might be able to eavesdrop on Vil as he snaps–– with a matter related to you. Most likely more jealous fans, or rude employers or assistants, something happened and they insulted you. 

  ➳ You hid in a closet of a room where the only other person in the vicinity was Vil. You didn’t mean to hide, you just happened to be in the closet when he came in and slammed the door harshly behind him. He was pacing, struggling to keep his breath even as he dials a number on his phone. You don’t know who exactly he’s talking to on the phone, but it has to be a higher up. It’s scary because you’ve never seen this side of Vil so extreme. He was angry, practically yelling at the person on the other end of the line. He was seething the most vile insults about the one who offended you, he wanted them ruined, and he would not stop until they regret what they did to you. It could even be an offhand remark that didn’t mean much but that made you uncomfortable, it doesn’t matter. They still offended you. It was frightening to see the sweet and loving Vil you knew was actually doing things like this behind your back, and it was unnerving to see how enraged he got because of a simple offense. 

➸ Ideals. What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling? 

   ➳ At least once he would love to act in a movie with you. A romantic lovely movie. He doesn’t care about the ratings, or the other cast, all he cares about is making this film with you. Dancing in the rain, creating those cheesy romantic scenes, sharing a kiss or two, things like that. Perhaps later on he would like to be a father, but at the same time he also wouldn’t mind if it were only him and you. All he wants is for you to spare him attention and affection. Is he not number one on your list? 

    ➳ Oh, but if you became a director, or makeup artist, or anything along those lines, he’ll request you work with him at every job. Wherever he goes, he wants to go with you beside him. Being a top power couple in Twisted Wonderland’s version of Hollywood doesn’t sound so bad, does it~? 

➸ Jealousy. Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

   ➳ Yes, Vil gets very jealous but he manages to keep it under wraps all the time. At least until you’re alone, then his need for affection is much worse. However, your affection is how he reassures himself that you chose him. It’s how he copes. The worst you’ve seen him is when the actor and model Neige happened to be at the same photoshoot one day. As Neige kindly introduced himself to you, eager to meet his dear friend Vil’s significant other, you noticed the said blonde behind the young man. His eye twitched in annoyance, his sharp painted nails dug into the cloth of his sides as he resisted the temptation to practically strangle the angelic young man, but he doesn’t lash out. Surprisingly. Although later on when alone with you, Vil does need a lot more reassurance that you still prefer him over Neige. 

➸ Kisses. How do they act around or with their darling? 

   ➳ Sweet and loving. Most of the time he’d appear so normal, that it would be very difficult to ever imagine that his sanity practically depended on your approval/opinion of him. We’ve already talked about how he’s like in private, but let’s talk about in public now. In the public eye, he does keep up appearance. Remaining composed, regal, etcetera, just like normal. Except it’s normal to see him standing very close to you, right beside you, with an arm around your waist or your arm interlocked with his. And his smiles are a lot more common. As long as you’re around and you’re treated well, he’ll be in a good mood. Which is why his manager begs you to come with him every time he’s taking a job. You don’t know how much trouble you save her from. 

➸ Love letters. How would they go about courting or approaching their darling? 

   ➳ As mentioned once before, Vil actually greatly wishes that he was the one confessed to. Not the other way around. Putting more effort into his makeup, spraying on perfume you liked, wearing additional accessories he knows are to your liking. He makes little changes in his appearance just to appeal to you more. Now at first he isn’t overly kind, he wouldn’t wish to creep you out. But he isn’t as cold as he normally can be. Meeting him is always a delight. This good impression is how he lures you closer. I’ve sort of gone over already how it might go if he were forced to do the confessing (and eventually get rejected) here. However, for the sake of more content, let’s consider the situation if you were to actually confess to him (because you didn’t know he was so obsessed with you). Yes, he gracefully accepts your confession with a sweet smile and warm blush on his cheeks. Then, he gifts you a gentle kiss on your forehead. But in private when he’s finally alone after the confession? Oh boy. He’s so overjoyed that he’s squealing/shrieking(?) and throwing himself backwards onto his bed as he clutches the flowers you gave him to his heart. 

➸ Mask. Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else? 

   ➳ Yes. There are some things that he does or says that he isn’t completely content with. And additionally, let’s remember that he does become quite easy to anger whenever his sweet darling isn’t there to put him in a good mood. Why do you think his manager always pleads with you to come? Not to mention, the way he treats those that disrespect you, especially when you’re not looking, is downright vile. Vil does not want you to see this ugly side of him, so he does hide it. 

➸ Naughty. How would they punish their darling? 

   ➳ Him? Punish you? No, never! Vil wouldn’t dare! 

➸ Oppression. How many rights would they take away from their darling? 

    ➳ None really. As stated before, Vil greatly prioritizes your happiness. Taking away your rights and freedoms would only lead to disaster, he knows that. Besides, he wishes for you to come to love him more and more by your own devices. Not by punishments that include stripping you of your rights. The most he’ll do, again as mentioned before, is restrict your freedom by persuasion just because he wants you to live in the same space as him. But then again, he isn’t forcing it upon you. 

➸ Patience. How patient are they with their darling? 

    ➳ If you’re already dating him, he’s very patient and gentle with you. However, for more of content’s sake, let’s just say you aren’t dating yet and no one has confessed yet. As the days turn into weeks, weeks turn into months, he becomes more and more impatient. Why haven’t you confessed yet? Are you hesitating for some reason? Is something wrong? Can’t you see he even wore his best lipstick today because he thought you were finally confessing?! As more and more time goes by, he seriously contemplates being the one to confess to you. Or perhaps... did you not like him in that manner at all? Despite his efforts to appeal to you more, was he not what you were looking for? The longer he goes without receiving a confession from you, the more anxious and insecure he becomes. 

➸ Quit. If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

   ➳ It’s very unlikely you would die or escape in this situation, the most likely option seems to just leave. If you do leave, and by leave I mean not only move out of his house but also break-up with him, he’s having a complete meltdown. Yet despite all the tears and sobs, he doesn’t dare contact you yet. Your sudden choice to sever your relationship has made one thing clear: he was lacking. In Vil’s mind, the break-up was because he was lacking. The only solution seems to continue to improve himself. There is always room for improvement to get closer and closer to perfection. Although it’s much harder for him to focus on self-improvement when you’re stuck in his mind in every waking and sleeping hour. While your leave has left him in shambles, he still is determined to be better. So that soon, he can proudly approach you, he can reach out and plead ask for another chance. 

➸ Regret. Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

   ➳ Of course not! After all, he didn’t abduct you. You came here by your own will, and you stayed with a bit of persuasion on his end. There’s no need to go. He takes such good care of you too. If you’re so set on contributing, you can work for him and earn your own keep. 

➸ Stigma. What brought about this side of them?

   ➳ Honestly, it really depends on the au. So I cannot give a definite answer to this question. 

➸ Tears. How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

   ➳ It breaks his heart to see his dearest in this state. Yes, he knows he was not the cause, but still, he cannot help but feel as if he did something wrong. Immediately he’s dropping everything. Everything is canceled! His schedule is cleared and he’s tossing aside the items in his hands as he takes the spot beside you, comforting you and speaking to you softly, as if afraid of scaring you. Once you’ve calmed down to a degree and with your permission, he’ll hold you close in his arms. His hand is slowly moving along your head, patting it gently as he quietly hums to you. He’ll ask if you want to speak about it (heavens have mercy if some poor soul caused you to be like this). If you tell him, he’ll listen attentively without interrupting you before promising to deal with the matter personally. If you don’t want to talk about, he’ll wait and simply continue to be a comforting presence as he dabs away your tears. 

➸ Unique. Would they do anything different from the classic yandere? 

   ➳ Well, Vil is a lot softer of a yandere (the note literally has “soft yan Vil” so what did you expect?). While most yanderes would be willing to harm their darling to a degree or force them to do something against their will, Vil would never. This might be why he would be much more successful than most yanderes in securing a “happy ending” that can resemble a normal relationship with his dearest. 

➸ Vice. What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

   ➳ There isn’t really any need for “escape.” However, in general, you can exploit two things. First off is your happiness. As we’ve established, Vil prioritizes your happiness. If you’re truly miserable about something and there’s no easing you into it, then that’s exploitable. He will always prioritize your joy above his own. Always. Secondly, another thing you can exploit is your opinion on him. If you simply voice your disapproval of something he does or says, that’s an easy weakness of his to exploit. After all, if you say something is wrong about him, then it must be true and all that’s left is to fix it.

➸ Wit’s end. Would they ever hurt their darling? 

   ➳ No! Although he may grow frustrated or angry, he will never direct those negative feelings towards you. Instead, he will deflect them towards himself or others. You will never be on the opposing end of his wrath. 

➸ Xoanon. How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

   ➳ Oh, a lot. Your opinion of him is absolute, it is as you say. The real question is, what wouldn’t he do to win you over? He’s willing to slowly change his habits and place on a bit of an act just for your affections. Although he would greatly prefer if you loved him as he was, but that doesn’t mean he won’t change himself for you. Beauty comes in many forms. If you view beauty a certain way by looks, or mannerisms, or speech, then he wants to emulate that form of beauty. 

➸ Yearn. How long do they pine after their darling before they snap? 

   ➳ Again, he doesn’t snap. Maybe by snap here it means his patience dwindles to zero and he finally has enough of waiting so he just confesses his love to you. The most he’ll wait is about three to four months, that’s how long he’s attempted to make you fall for him.

➸ Zenith. Would they ever break their darling? 

   ➳ Can one be mentally broken by this beautiful blonde man who only wishes to spoil you and smother you in affection? This is the same man who places your happiness first. Is it really possible when he’s fretting over you constantly and always worried for your physical health, emotional health, and mental health? 

[demonichikikomori]

My Queen’s Command

BIRTHDAY REQUEST

Yan!S!Vil x Yan!M!Fem!Reader Word Count: 2.7k+

Art is by MAKA on Pixiv!

I apologize severely to my sweetest @raven-tales ! This is a late birthday gift with some Vil lovin'! I did mark reader as a Yandere, but... She's more just super obsessed in this versus Vil who is... You'll see... Please forgive me for such a long wait, and I hope you had a Hellishly Happy Birthday!

SUMMARY:

It was pathetic, sickening even… How desperate you were for Vil to give you the smallest sliver of attention. You even went as far as to dig in the garbage for failed tests to beg him to tutor you. And tutor you he did.

Tags: Reader is an M/Also She's Super Pathetic/But In A Yandere Way/Slight Choking/The D in Devil is For Dark Content

“Speak.”

The voice was powerful, elegant, and always placed you beneath its spell. You stood in the doorway to Vil’s bedroom, gripping tightly to a small stack of papers with a pale purple coat of paint on your fingernails. Dressed in the smallest, pleated denim skirt you owned, the thinnest white blouse with puffy mesh sleeves you owned, the fluffiest pair of white bunny slippers you owned, and the tiniest pair of silk purple panties you owned, you prepared to enact your desperate plan for Vil to spare you a single glance. 

In your hands were old tests you had stolen from the trash after classes had ended for the day. But the man sitting at his large and extravagant vanity had no idea. By erasing the names on top to replace them with your own, he had no reason to look over it further. After all, the tests in your hands were all flunked. Large red marker ink circled numbers below forty percent, some of the grades didn’t even make it into the double digits. “Um-“ A pale, perfectly manicured finger was lifted. Instructing you to stop speaking before you had the chance to even start. “Come in. Close the door.” He commanded again, not even honoring your existence with his sharp amethyst gaze. His blond hair was wrapped up in a braided bun as he looked himself over in the large mirror. Seeking out imperfections that no one else could see but him. 

You did as he asked. Obedient as always to please him in any way possible. People always referred to Rook as obsessive, but you were far worse. 

You had come to this world from your own, and once your presence was graced with that of Vil Schoenheit... You had changed. You abandoned Ramshackle and its inhabitants, pleading and begging to be transferred to Pomefiore without Grim tagging along. You changed the way you dressed based on the fashion magazines you found when raiding his room. You begged Crowley to adjust your schedule so you could attend all of the classes Vil took. You memorized his daily routine, his lifestyle, his habits. You knew everything about him. He knew this. And he was absolutely ecstatic to see your dedication to your queen. No matter how poorly he treated you, you were like putty in his beautiful hands. It amused him how desperate for his attention you were. He enabled your pathetic behaviors, and you always crawled back for more.

From an outside perspective, you were like a filthy stray who followed him around in hopes of being pet. And when Vil was in the mood? You were given what you craved. 

“You’re disturbing me. What is it that you need that requires you to come to me directly? Is Rook not in the dorm?” He demanded an answer, sounding agitated by your mere existence. You were swift to give the answer he needed as you looked down at the flooring tiles. You could feel your inner thighs becoming wet from excitement. “Rook is watching Leona right now. And since he’s not here… I was hoping you could tell me where I went wrong on these papers? I guess… I failed.” You struggled to remain calm, your heart was throbbing as things continued going according to plan. You knew where Rook was because you had orchestrated this entire situation. You informed Rook of Leona’s location, knowing he would head there immediately to admire the royal beast. 

You needed him out of your way for a while. He was too close to Vil too often for your liking. 

Vil glanced at you through the glass of his vanity mirror. His expression was stone, and he didn’t look at you longer than two seconds. But anything from the Housewarden was enough. “Kneel.” He commanded and slowly stood from his fluffy stool. You sank quickly to your knees and fought back your overjoyed smile. He sauntered up to you slowly and you could feel your face becoming hot, your heart threatening to explode in your ribcage. His apple red heels clicked against the floor, and he sighed in annoyance with his arms crossed over his firm chest. A white silk shirt, black dress pants… Even the plainest of clothes looked amazing on him. You kept your eyes lowered to the floor as he stopped in front of you. The tips of his rounded heels only inches away from your knees. He tapped his heel against the floor impatiently as you raised your arms to show him the failed scores. 

You swallowed excitedly as he took them carefully, shuffling through the papers with a disappointed hum. “Honestly… Trying to fool me like this? Are you testing my intellect? Or was this an honest attempt to get a rise out of me? Perhaps you’re looking into comedy?” He asked teasingly as the papers went fluttering carelessly into the air. Vil didn’t buy it. You had a feeling he wouldn’t. But no one can say you weren’t creative for trying. “What is this about? Wasting my time with this prank?” He asked, demanding another answer as you nervously looked up at him. Your eyes met his, and his gaze was far more lustful than you expected. 

But that was the relationship you both had built the longer you followed him day-in and day-out. The humiliator and the humiliated. And neither of you would prefer to have it any other way. 

Before you could speak, his heeled foot pressed into your chest. Rough and hard. You were now pinned to the bedroom door with a ‘thud’ that knocked the air from your lungs. “I asked for an answer, I didn’t say you could look at me.” He snapped, even more agitated by your behavior as a smirk appeared on his face. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at the shiny red heel digging into the center of your chest cavity. Your reflection revealed your pathetic expression and the smile spreading across your burning face. “I wanted to see you… I haven’t been in your room since last month.” You admitted sheepishly as he pushed harder into your chest. Like you were an insect he was trying to crush. “So, instead of being honest about what you want… You dug in the trash like some heathen and brought me random test papers? Thinking you could fool me into believing you're this idiotic to score a seven percent in Magic Pharmacology? Someone, rescue me from second-hand embarrassment.” He scoffed with a laugh following. 

You made him laugh, he thought your idea was laughable. “This was your most pathetic attempt yet. I’ll give you a three out of five for trying. The two points are docked simply because you assumed I would be dumb enough to believe the class I am best in, you’ve failed.” Vil’s voice smoothed out as he pulled his heel from your chest. “I suppose I have time for you since Rook is busy.” The Vil Schoenheit had time for you today. And you couldn’t be more grateful. “Hands and knees, and follow me.” Vil instructed gently as you quickly got to your hands and knees. “What do you say?” He asked as you looked down at the test paper in front of you. A small face was drawn in the corner beside a heart and a small cartoon crab holding a basketball. 

It represented someone who’s name you couldn’t be bothered to remember before erasing. “Thank you Vil for paying attention to me. I’m very grateful!” You barked with your eyes now watching his red heels. The blond chuckled in amusement as he walked slowly around the room. He looked back to watch you crawl after him on your hands and knees. The Housewarden could only compare you to a lowly animal in heat. Your skin scraping against the carpet and the floor as he hummed with his arms crossed. “Such a good pet you are. Do you like following me around like this? Do you like when I give you attention?” He asked and you nodded vigorously, your panties growing wet and soaked with arousal the longer you followed after him. Wishing that he would speak to you more. To give you more and more of his attention. “I love following you! I love when you pay attention to me!” You chirped, nearing a state of breathless excitement as he sat on the edge of his expensive chaise longue. His legs were spread as you awaited the next set of instructions. “Is that the skirt from one of my magazines?” Vil asked and you nodded, feeling your chest flutter knowing he remembered. “It fits wonderfully on you.” He complimented as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. Attention and praise? You must’ve seriously amused him with your idea. 

“I’ll allow you to ride me today. Don’t bother undressing, once we’re finished, you are excused. Do you understand me?” Vil watched your face grow redder and redder in shade as you nodded happily. “Yes Vil, thank you Vil.” He was so kind and thoughtful towards you. Maybe he would cum inside this time if you asked? You wouldn’t mind walking back to your room with his cum deep inside of you, keeping you warm and filled with a reminder that he still cared for your existence in his tight knit orbit. “Stand.” The blond commanded and you were swift to respond. You looked down at him patiently with your hands curled into fists at your side. You couldn’t keep your thighs from rubbing together, your body was starved for affection. Vil’s affection. 

You could see how hard he was, how much the both of you really wanted one another. With his hands tugging you closer with his hips and your hands relaxing against his shoulders, you felt truly rewarded with the skin on skin contact. Your bunny slippers dangled from your feet as you sat in his lap, your knees dug into the expensive velvet of the imported chair. Shyly looking up at Vil, you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You were trained well, no need to look down for this part. One of Vil’s hands left your hip to relax around your throat once you pulled his member free and began slowly stroking him. “Who do you love the most? Speak.” He instructed as you refused to break your gaze from his. He was finally looking into your eyes. “I love Vil Schoenheit the most.” You whispered honestly as he tilted his head, his eyes shifting as he accepted your response. The purple in his eyes seemed to darken as he asked you another question. “And your friends?” He spoke softly, curiously, as always he was demanding an answer as you blinked in surprise. “What friends?” You asked with honesty, curious as to what he meant. What answer were you supposed to give? You didn’t have friends. No one ever stood out to you enough to care about. None of them were Vil.

His hand squeezed your neck experimentally as he smiled. “That’s right. ‘What friends?’ is the answer.” Vil cooed happily as you felt your lungs grow tight from the new restriction to your airflow. You loved it. “You have no one but me. No one will ever love you more than me. Isn’t that right?” He whispered your name as if it was the name of his favorite candy. You nodded, carefully bobbing your head as your hands stroked his throbbing cock with a slowed rhythm. “Good. Very good. Now, up on your knees. You may ride me until I cum. When I’m finished,” Vil’s grip tightened suddenly. The lack of air led to blood rushing to your brain as his lips grazed yours. “get out of my sight. And I don’t want to see you for the rest of the week. A little punishment for your stunt today.” His voice was graveled as your heart stuttered in your chest. You won’t be allowed to show your face around him for a few days… But after that you could admire him once again. 

He was so fair when it came to discipline. 

You pressed your knees into the expensive chair, tugging your panties to the side as your thighs trembled. His hand relaxed around your throat as he looked up at you, watching your face twist with struggle as you rubbed the mushroom shaped tip of his cock against your hardened clit. He didn’t say you couldn’t. And the way his hips jerked upwards told you the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed. As you rested your hands on his shoulders, you slowly sank down on his length. Your expression twisted with pain from the intrusion and you gasped from the fullness you felt. Without any real preparation, it was a painful struggle you forced yourself to endure. All for the sake of feeling Vil inside of you. For pleasing him. For pleasing yourself. You held back the sounds that threatened to escape your lips as his member throbbed and pulsed deep inside of you. The rounded tip bumping into a soft and spongy bundle of nerves that he hit each time you had sex. Even after a month of no attention, he was always a perfect fit for your body. Your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock as you shook from the stretching. You couldn’t move, your body was already too sensitive. 

“What are you waiting for? Do you need me to give you instructions for everything?” Vil asked as he grew annoyed from your lack of action. “If I needed a cockwarmer, I would’ve said that. What did I tell you to do?” He asked and you struggled to form a sentence. You felt like you might cum already. “You… You said…” You trailed off, a whine slipping out of your mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, rough and quick as his hand on your hip tightened. “Clearly you are useless without my guidance. This is why you cannot live without me. You would die on your own. Am I wrong?” Vil snapped as your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly. Your brain turned off as you struggled to answer. Nothing coherent came up anyway. 

His hands left you for a moment before he hugged you against his body. His hold so crushing you were forced to sob and moan against the sensitive skin of his ear as he snapped his hips up into yours. The wet smacks and lewd sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and deeper inside of you made you cry out with pleasure. Vil was giving you the attention you wanted. The attention you worked hard to earn. When the crown of his cock smacked into your cervix a choked sound left your throat as you shook your head and thrashed. If he hits it again you would cum. And you knew he wouldn’t stop until he came next. “Is that how you thank me, whore? Apologize and I’ll spare you.” He growled as his thrusts stopped. You let out a weak string of apologies for him to allow you to hang on a little longer. For the sex to last longer. To feel him against your body longer. 

“Pathetic. You can do better.” He whispered and rammed his hips into yours. Your cervix was hit again as tears spilled down your cheeks from the pain you loved. Vil did it again. And again. And again. You gushed around him, crying out and whimpering for him to ‘stop’ and ‘slow down’ but you never used the safe-word. Because you loved the painful feeling of overstimulation. How he used your body to feel good, how he moaned and grunted in your ear from the pleasure your body gave him. The rhythm Vil held soon grew erratic and with a familiar hiss, he slowed to a stop as your pussy was filled with thick cum. Hot, sticky, and messy, the semen trickled out of you as you fell limp against Vil’s chest. He held you tightly to keep you from falling over with a soft sigh.“Next time… Just see me when Rook isn’t busy. You’re ridiculous.” He scoffed in your ear as you smiled. Coming up with excuses was way more fun.

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[mellowwillowy]

"Stop the wedding!!"

So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)

All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.

"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!

"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?" "Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.

"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.

"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"

"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added. "White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.

"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.

"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"

"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.

"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it." "And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"

"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.

"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.

"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.

"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.

"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.

"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?" "You haven't finished, Ace?!"

And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.

"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.

"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest." Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!

Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.

And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could. "Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"

The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!

--

"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)

Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."

"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"

"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well." "Well, brother said that-" "N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.

"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert. "No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!" "Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"

--

Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"

The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.

Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)

"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.

Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.

Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :( And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.

[qierxing]

A/N: An interpreted continuation of @shiny-jr wonderful fic. This is one of the longest fics I’ve written…..carried by my love for Heartslabyul. Been chipping away at this every so often until now. I would strongly recommend reading Shiny’s part first, or else a good part of this will not make sense. Part two will be something that will be floating in the future.

TW/CW: Graphic descriptions of PTSD & panic attack symptoms, self-harm from bad coping habits, dissociation, dismemberment, references to Alice in Wonderland, made up lore LOL

I. II. | Isekai AU | Yan! Heartslabyul x Reader

"So she sat on, with closed eyes, and half believed herself in Wonderland, though she knew she had but to open them again, and all would change to dull reality…"

– Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, by Lewis Caroll

i. Cremation

Ramshackle's mailbox is a pitiful thing.

It sits right in front of the small graveyard near forgotten covered in tangled vines and weeds. Unlike its surroundings which shine from recent renovations and repairs, the hinges still squeak loudly when the latch is opened and the outer parts are scratched and dented. On bright sunny days, it sticks out like a sore thumb.

And today, it's even more obvious.

The box now is in danger of tilting off its support pole, filled with the weight of lumpy letters, spilling out envelopes upon the dirt. Around it sits various colorful wrapped boxes and packages that are piled haphazardly across each other. You swear it gets larger each passing day.

“How many does this make?” 

A battered top hat pops into existence next to you, one of the resident Ramshackle ghosts who's been helping you around lately. (He had said you remind him of his siblings when he was alive. You're still unsure whether that was a good or bad thing.)

You let out a sigh through your nose. There's nothing to say about the situation in front of you. You wish they could disappear the minute you wish for it, yet the colorful wrappings and the various envelopes scattered around your feet don’t vanish the more you stare. 

“I’m really sorry about all this.” 

The ghost shakes his head, frowning at your apology.

“It’s not your fault, prefect.” 

The words are reassuring, but they don’t make the gross feeling go away when you crouch down and start picking up letters that have fallen out of the mailbox. 

From: Azul Ashengrotto 

Sender: Vil Schoenheit

Sent by: Riddle Rosehearts

All of them are addressed to you, of course. You can already imagine their contents: filled to the brim with regret and guilt, blotted words begging for forgiveness for the wrongs they’ve done. When you told the Headmaster that you didn’t want anyone visiting Ramshackle, that wasn’t an invitation for them to flood you with unwanted mail. Then again, perhaps you should have foreseen that they would do this. All of them are stubborn to a fault. It wasn't like your phone was any better until you’ve blocked all numbers making it go off endlessly like a shrieking parrot.

The resulting letters alone are thick enough to rival the textbooks Professor Trein assigns students. Pressing your lips together, you turn around to start heading back to your temporary home.The rest of the bulky packages can wait. The ghost helps swing the door open and Grim perks up from his seat in the living room as you set down the letters.

“Grim, can you get a fire going?”

“Now?”

He eyes the thick pile of letters with wary slit pupils and asks, “Aren’t ya…gonna read ‘em?”

You did. For the first few ones, at least. They were barely discernible, their apologies blurring by as they begged for your grace and mercy. That they would do anything to right their wrongs. If you didn’t know any better, you would say their reverence was akin to a cult. 

It makes your skin crawl.

After that, you stopped bothering to even  skim through. What is the point of continuing to make sense of lunatics? Of cruel games and intrepid players?

"We have the wood, and the house is a bit chilly, so why not?" You reply. Grim scrunches his eyebrows but doesn't object as heavy wooden logs are dumped into the grate. He takes a deep breath and blows upon the letters scattered on the wood, encasing everything in familiar neon blue flames.

You settle into the armchair next to Grim, staring into flickering blue flames. Grim curls up next to you, purring contentedly. All too easily, your eyes lull close to the sound of crackling flames consuming paper.

–

When you step out onto the front porch the next morning, you're overtaken by an overwhelming fragrance.

There's crimson red petals floating through the air. Fluttering in the crisp morning wind, they fall in your hair and the rest end up crushed under your feet. You'd feel bad if it wasn't so pungent; the very air feels like it's infused with the scent of roses. 

Your nose crinkles as you pick up the impossibly huge bouquet that is wrapped in silk and ribbons. It's certainly beautiful, you'll give it that. Yet this scent doesn't bring back good memories. It only brings vivid flashbacks of being lost among rose bushes, covered in dirt and scratches, trying so frantically to find a way out. When every single crack and snap was a possible life threat. 

You don't realize you're crushing the bouquet until something trickles down your fingers. It doesn't feel like blood pooling between your skin. Relaxing your grip ever so slightly, you find pin sharp thorns running down the stems where you were gripping. The fleshy meat of your palm is punctured cleanly in the shapes of the thorns. Was it left unclipped on purpose?

The card is the next thing you find with bloodied fingers, rumpling white cardstock and soiling it without a care.

To our beloved player,

We deeply apologize for the pain we have caused you and beg for your forgiveness. We will make sure to atone for our sins of harming you.

~H

The initial and the bouquet is too obvious of who it's from. Riddle must've penned it, because none of the card soldiers would ever write this formally. But it must've been Cater's idea to send the bouquet–Trey nor Riddle would've come up with such a sentimental and sappy idea. And Ace and Deuce would rather die than do such a cringey thing. 

The door opens again behind you. You turn to see a half-awake Grim groggily yawning. He stops once his blue eyes land on the bouquet in your hands.

"Whazz that?" He points a paw at the rumpled roses, and you hastily shove them behind your back. 

"Nothing." You say.

Grim makes a face before finally breaking the awkward silence with, "Do ya want me to go tell 'em off–"

"No." 

The answer is rushed and makes Grim's eyes widen. It's crazy, you know. But to have Grim try to solve the problem for you doesn't sit well with you. It's not like it's his fault for what you went through.

And maybe, deep down, you couldn't bear the thought of telling them nasty insults and curses to make them hate you more.

"I'll take care of it." You add, trying to reassure Grim, who only stares impassively. He shakes his head.

"Am I making another fire?"

"...if you can, please."

ii. The Morgue

It’s been a couple of weeks since you’ve been brought to Twisted Wonderland. 

Yuu’s…body has been moved to another room. It freaks you out more than you would like to admit. It’s familiar, yet it’s not. It’s carved to your image, but with none of your personality. There’s something wrong with the way its eyes are tilted, the dip of its cheeks, the curve of the chin. An idealistic, dreamy mirror of yourself.

Still. You’ve seen many dolls in your lifetime, and even you cannot deny the life like artisanship. The seams of the joints are cleverly hidden and the skin is smooth and unfettered without any misshapen resin(or clay?)–these are marks of a true doll-maker.

“It’s your vessel.” Grim had said with a matter of fact tone. As if you weren't looking at an unmoving human body. “Everyone was freakin’ out cuz’ it just shut down outta nowhere.”

It must’ve been because you were brought here at that moment. The hypothesis doesn’t really make you feel any better. You should know better than to blame an inanimate shell of a vessel, but... 

You jerk awake, cold sweat running down your neck and face. It takes a second for you to realize you're not being encased in burning scarlet flames and it's not claustrophobic verdant green hedges surrounding you. The bed sheets are tangled, wrapped in a chokehold around your legs and torso. Instead of translucent leaves, the bed canopy curtain shields you from the moonlight pouring in. The soft snores of Grim sync with your ragged breaths in time.

Tonight's nightmare had been recurring for a while. Every single time you thought you had shaken it off, it comes back like a bad omen.

Instinctively, your hand runs over the bumpy raise of scars running down your back and neck. Most of them had faded with magical treatment and time, but there are some that still have rough skin that has hardened like scales on a dragon. 

Your fingertips curve inward and dig. 

You thought you were safe. The rose maze is large and encompassing: hiding would be the best move. You breath in–

– and you were face to face with the Crimson Tyrant himself.

His face contains no humanity, his eyes only reflect dark, dark anger and resentment. You thought you were staring into a never ending abyss. Something inky black catches your eye, and you realize with horror that blot is trapping your feet and leaving stains upon your skin.

"Stop right there, imposter!"

Your nails scrabble at the bumps and raises, tearing through them with obsessive speed. Faster, faster–it doesn't feel right, you have to scrub your skin clean of those foreign textures.

Adrenaline is the only thing keeping your legs from collapsing to the blot climbing its way up. You have to do something–

–something wraps around your neck and torso, and all air leaves you as it squeezes and knife sharp needles gnaw into bone.

Your breathing grows more hoarse as your nails scratch faster and faster, desperate to remove more of those vile clumps of impurities. 

"You will suffer as Yuu did." The verdict is declared with deranged gleeful vengeance. The tyrant points his scepter at your fallen body covered in thorny vines reminiscent of roses. Blot swallows your form and screams whole–

It's only when the familiar smell of iron registers in your mind, that you finally snap back to your senses. When you finally draw your hand back to view, it's covered in clotted blood and torn skin, both dead and fresh, all clogged under your nails. The open cold air now makes your neck and back sting sharply as blood trickles out of reopened wounds.

It's with a heavy heart that you quietly leave the bedroom entirely to wash away the blood in the kitchen sink. Crimson dyes the white ceramic for a brief moment before swirling away down the drain. 

The wounds sting and ache, but you can barely be bothered to tend to them as you resign yourself to the living room couch with a thin blanket. You think of Grim sleeping unaware upstairs and close your eyes. The old weathered grandfather clock in the corner ticks on and on with each second.

No, you can't blame a puppet for functioning for its purpose.

But you could tear its limbs out of its sockets so it could never walk anywhere again. If you plucked out its fingers and eyes, it wouldn't be able to find its way around anymore. Sewing the mouth shut would seal the deal.

Then it would truly know how it felt to have no choice.

–

Working as Sam's assistant helps take the mind off things. Crowley had begged you to resume classes as Grim's 'beast tamer', but something in you screamed at the thought of having to shed your feelings aside to return to what normalcy was. As if this world didn't run on the giant malicious cogwheels of fate and lines of code.

How painfully obvious it is that your mere presence is just a substitute. 

"Ah!" 

You look up from sorting products on the shelves to a surprised looking Riddle Rosehearts. No no no no–

You take in his sunken gray eyes and pale skin, before going back to shelving products. It takes strength to play dumb. Your shaking hands betray the fear growing within as they sort through stationary merchandise. Finally, the products are lined up neatly and you're trying to bustle away as quickly as you can–

"W-wait!" You try to ignore the half whispered plea, moving behind the counter with an unnatural speed. 

"Please, wait, I need something!" You do stop, because unfortunately, you can't completely ignore a customer in need. So you take a deep breath and grit your teeth, turning around with a polite smile. Stare straight ahead. Think not of smoldering flames and knife like rose thorns–

"What can I help you with?" He stares into your eyes, frantic and desperate. It's clear with the way his mouth opens and closes that he wasn't sure how to continue his case.

"If you aren't sure, take your time to browse, dear customer." The grin was starting to wear on your cheeks already with how much you struggle to keep it in place. 

Please just leave, you internally beg. You settle behind the counter, watching as Riddle bows his head and disappears among the shelves for his items. A tired sigh leaves your nose. 

Your hands keep shaking no matter how hard you clench and unclench them. 

He can't hurt me here. 

Sam is just a yell away and there's mace and a knife in your bag underneath the counter. 

It'll be fine. It's not the Tyrant.

A clink of glass catches your attention, as some ink bottles are pushed on the counter. 

"I've finished." Riddle's smoldering eyes choke you under their hues.

"I'll ring that up, then." 

The exchange happens quietly yet as you hand him the bottles, he pauses, looking down. "What happened to your hand?" 

Shit. There were still obvious swollen scratches and puncture holes imprinted on your hand. You completely forgot about bandages after Grim caught you with the bouquet the other day. You quickly hide your hand in your pocket. "I don't know what you're talking about."

He seems to want to say more, but is cut off when someone else comes up behind him, waiting to pay for their items. He only swallows hard and nods, setting out with only a guilty look back.

You finally breathe out a long sigh of relief when the door chimes echo behind him.

-

"That'll be ten thaumarks and thirty madols." 

This is the fifth time Riddle's shown up during your shift and bought ink. This time, it's a deep crimson color not unlike the shade that saturates his dorm. It reminds you of torn skin on nails from that night, and it takes a minute to shake those thoughts off as you pick up the bottles.

"Prefect, could I talk to you after your shift ends?" You turn to fix him with an incredulous stare, and he grimaces.

"I promise I won't harm you! Did you not get our letters?" But how can I trust you? On this cracked chessboard you are forced to play upon, you don't know where to place Riddle at all. He is too much of an unstable bomb that could blow up in your face at the wrong impression.

"Fine." He definitely won't back down until you agree to hear him out, and it's best to let him state his case once and for all. "My shift ends in an hour. I'll meet you outside."

"Excellent. I shall wait for you then, prefect." He takes his bag and leaves with a small bow.

The time passes all too quickly. Sam shoos you out before you can try to coax some overtime hours from him. And much to your annoyance, Riddle is waiting for you promptly as you step outside.

He looks nervous as he bows his head in acknowledgement of your presence. You'd almost feel bad, if it weren't for the fact that he nearly beheaded you at first sight.

"Have you received our recent letter and flowers?" A long silence follows, before you reluctantly nod. Your hand throbs as you open and close it out of habit. You just removed the bandages this morning, but the unbearable itch to reopen the scars is too tempting. Steel eyes are immediately drawn to the movement. "I see. Then I won't drag this out. Prefect, could we prove to you our sincerity to make amends?"

"What do you mean?"

"Exactly as I said. Please let our dorm express to you our sincerity to mend our relationship." The intensity of his eyes makes you sick to your stomach.

"You've apologized enough, Housewarden Rosehearts. I'm sure your card soldiers have too." Subconsciously, your hand drifts toward your neck.

He winces. No doubt it must be a sting to his pride that his numerous penned letters weren't acknowledged. "It's not just about apologies. We want to start over–turn over a new leaf, if you will, for our relationship. It would be a disgrace to the Queen of Hearts herself if I could not atone for what I've done."

Always with the rules. You're not entirely sure what Riddle means when he says 'mending your relationship', but it seems he's already set his mind to it. It would be hard pressing to get him to change his mind now.

"...sure." You reluctantly acquiesce. The tips of your nails brush against scarred skin before drawing back. You shouldn't. It took so long for the wounds to close again, for sinew to piece itself together, and for skin to finally grow back. You don't want another lecture by Crewel or Trein.

He brightens considerably with a look of relief. "Good. Then, please wait for our call." 

You watch in confusion as he trots off hurriedly after another deep bow. Wait for our call? What does that–

Something buzzes, and you realize it's your phone, lighting up with a notification from Magicam. You frown, tapping on the icon. A message? 

cay4cay sent a message request

The second you processed the username and profile picture, you instantly hit the block button. With a frustrated scowl, you shove the phone into your pocket. You deleted Yuu's account and only had a burner account for info purposes. How the hell did that social butterfly find your handle?

You groan. This is all too much.

iii. Paying Respects

A letter arrives, but not by mail.

A jarring commotion rudely rips you from sleep's embrace. You groggily sit up, blinking once, twice, before realizing the noises were very much real and still happening. Who is this loud on a Sunday morning? Grim continues to snooze right next to you, unperturbed by the disturbances. You debate whether it's worth it to get out of the comfy covers. Then another yell echoes up to the room and you groan in annoyance. 

You slam the entrance doors open, ready to give the lecture of a lifetime before you stop in your tracks. 

Deuce Spade looks like he wants the ground to swallow him up whole. Even Ace Trappola, haughty asshole that he is, looks thoroughly ashamed to be caught in a compromising pose. The scene is so familiar that you can't seem to be confused. It takes a second of awkward staring from all three of you before you realize that you're still standing in your thin pajamas, out front in the public entryway in the cold.

"...May I help you?" The distant polite inquiry has them both flinching. They scramble to their feet, brushing off dirt and debris from their fist fight. 

"We're very sorry!" Deuce bows deeply, while Ace scoffs and looks away.

"Housewarden Riddle told us to give you this, so…" Ace shoves a white envelope with a seal boasting a crown insignia into your hands. The Queen of Hearts. You exhale through your nose. So this is what Riddle meant earlier.

You open the envelope gingerly, carefully inspecting it as if it were some kind of trap.

"We're going to have a party soon." Ace is still determinedly avoiding your eyes. "You can come…if you want."

You hold back a sardonic chuckle. Even after everything that's happened, he's trying to act like some kind of cool, suave guy. Your eyes drop down again and you open up the flap to reveal the elegant crimson cursive that decorates the paper.

You're cordially invited to Heartslabyul's monthly tea party. Please send your response ASAP.

Date: XX/05

Time: 14:00 - 17:00

A silence lingers in the air, heavy as a rock. You can tell without looking that the two were holding bated breaths waiting for your reply.

This certainly was out of the blue. But. It was Ace and Deuce. Riddle may have issued the order, but they must've taken initiative in delivering her majesty's decree. Stubborn and tenacious, yet they were still endearing with their loyal friendship. Who in this world would run across a whole desert for you?

That wasn't for you though. The intrusive thought immediately makes your lips thin. The card soldiers shift at the subtle expression change, nervousness painted all over their faces.

You would be lying if you said you weren't curious. Why an invitation to a tea party? It was rather unlike Heartslabyul–or at least most of them–to be indirect like this.

"Sure. I'll be there. I can bring Grim, right?" You flip over the card and envelope, raising an eyebrow at their stunned faces.

"Wait, you serious?" Ace stutters. His ruby eyes blink rapidly as his mouth gapes open. It’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to actually say yes.

"Why would I waste my time lying to you?" You sigh, crossing your arms. Granted, you never did send any response back to that ostentatious bouquet, but you were already preoccupied with the hundred of other letters and packages flooding your mailbox. 

"In that case, of course Grim can come!" Deuce says, looking like he's been released from an entire burden off his chest. It was no doubt plaguing him on what your answer would be.

"Great." You wave a careless hand, turning to close the door. You're so ready to go back under soft bed covers. "You can give my answer to your housewarden. See you then."

A hand grabs at your arm and tugs you back suddenly. You turn and open your mouth–

"You! You're the one that caused Yuu to shut down!!"

Wind blasts past you, leaving a thin trickle of blood down your cheek. Eyes wide, all you can do is stare at furious crimson eyes glaring you down.

"-Hey!" 

Those eyes. It's the same bloody crimson. The same sharp glint of raw bloodlust. Your right cheek aches terribly. Cold sweat runs down your back. Try as you might, you cannot suppress the reactive instinct to flee.

"Don't touch me." Your terse response has Ace retracting his own hand immediately. 

"S-sorry, sorry–" He’s scrambling to get past his mistake. If you were in a better state of mind, you would've laughed at his genuinely flustered state. "I–I didn't mean to grab you like that, it’s just that–"

"We also have something else.” Deuce cuts in, trying to cover for Ace’s blunder. He shoves something warm under your nose, and it takes a hot minute to process what you’re smelling. 

Lavender. The cookies within his hands are simple and aren’t decorated, but the buttery floral aroma they emit leaves you salivating. You slowly take it from his hands, staring at the carefully packaged bag. 

“...From Trey,” Deuce offers hesitantly after seeing your surprised expression. His tight expression and stiff posture betrays the way he is attempting to look respectable. “He's wanted to send you something for a while now.”

For a while? His dorm mates were all clambering to get any crumb of response from you. He might've had the manners then to understand that you wouldn't be delighted to hear from someone who only watched from the sidelines as you were being attacked. Did he only wait because his beloved housewarden didn't move yet? How typical.

“Tell him thanks for me.” The two of them shuffle their feet while exchanging glances at your freezing cold tone. 

"Don't mind us, prefect." Deuce elbows Ace, causing the red head to click his tongue and glare back. "Sorry for bothering you like this–we'll get going now!"

The two actually leave without more fuss, leaving you to twirl the invitation in trepidation.

When you look down again, the flowy calligraphy has been smudged by your fingers, ink blooming on your skin like blood.

–

"What does one wear to a tea party, Sam?" 

The question slips out before you know it, making the store keeper turn around and raise an eyebrow at you.

"And why is our little imp curious?" He teases. At your unamused face, his face splits into a garish grin.

"Perhaps you should ask Professor Crewel. After all, he does have quite the fashion sense." Sam strokes his chin in thought. "While we do have some outfits here, it might be best to get advice from someone who has been to these kinds of events."

And so, you find yourself standing in front of an indifferent Divus Crewel, who takes one look at you and takes another drag from his fashionable cigarette holder. He continues to shuffle through papers, all the while shaking his head.

“I should’ve known Sam would be the one to send you.” His voice sounds annoyed, yet carries no weight of anger. Much like how his bark is worse than his bite, Crewel isn’t one to heartlessly turn you away. “A tea party, you said?”

“Sam recommended that I go to you since you have more experience in this sort of thing.” Crewel does another critical once over of you, no doubt estimating your measurements for the look he’s thinking of. As expected of a former Pomefiore housewarden. He seems to already have an idea of what outfit would be best.

“I’ll help you, but you’re running some errands for me first, pup.” 

You shouldn’t have expected anything less from the alchemy professor. Now you’re stuck picking out ingredients in the botanical garden while you’re waiting for him to get the materials together for your outfit. 

Of all the botanical zones, it just had to be the tropical zone. The harsh artificial lights shine down as you lean down to pick herbs. While the temperature is bearable, you don't know how much more sweat your outfit can take before it gets soaked completely. The humidity is choking, and you feel dizzy from both the moisture and heat clouding your senses.

“Prefect?” 

You look up wearily from basil plants to see Cater Diamond in his labwear, with a face that mirrors your stunned expression.

Give me a break. Immediately, your awkward customer service smile falls in place. First her Majesty, then Tweedle Dee and Dum, and now the March Hare? But Cater knows how to read the room. Maybe he'll know to let it go–

Your hopes are dashed as he immediately bounces up to you with a grin. “Didn't think I'd run into ya like this. Whatcha doing here?”

“Er, Crewel wanted my help with getting him ingredients…” This conversation was quickly swerving into awkward territory. “Why are you here?”

“Ah, you know…” Cater chuckles sheepishly, “I got assigned to water the plants…”

You take notice of the steel watering can in his gloved hands, then the long green hose by his boots. “Ah.” 

“Guess that means we’ll be working together!” He chirps cheerfully and you cringe. Seven, anything but that! You quickly turn back to your basket and begin to pick up the pace in harvesting the basil. The quicker you finish, the faster you can get out of this deathly awkward situation.

“By the way, Acey and Deucey wouldn’t stop chatting about you accepting our invitation!” You flinch as Cater idles up next to you, using the hose to spray a generous amount of water over the patch of herbs. “It was pretty cute to see, y’know.”

“R-really?”

"Trey was also glad too. He and Riddle have been planning to make it the best tea party ever," he mock emphasizes. "They've been running the dorm ragged over the party deets. Cay Cay's been so busy with planning stuff!"

"That's not really necessary…" A feeling of guilt worms into your guts for a moment. You squash it. What Riddle and the others do is none of your business and no obligation of yours. 

"Right? That's what I said too!" Is he implying that you're the reason there's more work than usual? How shameless is he?

After a good minute of dead silence, Cater pipes up again.

"Sooo, prefect, whatcha been up to lately?"

You can't take it anymore. 

“Why are you talking like I have a gun to your head?” 

Ever since he made his presence known, he's adopted a high pitched cheery tone that grates on your ears. It was akin to a customer service voice, but you know Cater. That's his influencer speak.

Cater's chipper smile vanishes instantly.

"Whaaaat?!" You catch a glimpse of his snaggle tooth in his exclamation. He quickly turns and moves to water a patch of sprouts further away, "Like, what are you even talking about? You know ol' Cay Cay's just trying to lighten the mood!"

More like he's desperately trying to appeal to you. He knows which attitude will get him the most views, and the best expressions to rake in likes and comments. You often thought that trait was endearing in its own way when you saw him as a fictional character. Now that you're dealing with him as a human being, it just pisses you off to no end. How could he? You know Cater isn't known for his genuineness but….you thought he would at least act his usual aloof casual self. Then you would know that it wouldn't matter if you offended him.

The straw basket is finally filled with everything Crewel asked you for. It's with dirtied skin and sore muscles that you turn towards the exit without sparing Cater a glance.

"If you say so, Diamond." You hurl the words like a molotov cocktail, and it's very effective. Cater's eyebrows twitch and his hands clench around the watering can. It's one thing to call him by his last name, it's another to completely blow off the nickname he blatantly shoves onto you. "See you later at the party."

“Wait, wait, time out for a second!! Can you at least unblock me on Magicam?” The last sentence makes you freeze in your tracks.

When you turn around, Cater’s somehow still smiling that insincere smile of his. Your neck prickles with dread.

You trust me now, right? His crinkled lime green eyes gleam.

You're not fooled. He is desperate to appeal to you not from genuine adoration, but rather guilty obligation. Although he tried to scrub it from his Magicam profile, you saw the blurry reels and pictures of you fleeing for your life. The detailed descriptions underneath. Each one boasting deliberate timestamps meant for best exposure. He put a bounty on your head with his own hands.

Two can play at that game.

"Block you? I don't have a Magicam account," is your dry response. Cater continues to smile as his eyes close.

"Really? I swear that it was you…" His lips jut out in an insincere pout, tilting his head. You shrug apathetically, hoping the conversation runs itself dead.

"Well, if you do make one, hit me up okay?" Cater calls out after your retreating back.

Once you're in the school corridors and catching your breath, you dig your phone out with shaky hands and pull up Magicam.

Hitting delete account has never felt more relieving.

–

The outfit, in your quiet opinion, was not worth the mental gymnastics you had to do in the botanical garden. Not that you were going to say anything to the very teacher who has been known to treat his students like barking dogs.

"It should fit just fine," Crewel smooths out the crinkles in the fabric before handing it to you. "Go on now. Try it on."

A simple white with a red ribbon bow tie and black slacks. It was rather simple, which is just fine. You didn't need or want to stand out in this party. But you certainly didn't want to end up looking like a slob either. This suit your needs quite nicely.

Smoothing down your shirt, you give a spin as Crewel looks on unimpressed. He waves you off with a dry "Don't expect me to do any more favors for you, pup." You mischievously grin and wave him goodbye as you trot off with your clothes in tow.

The last rays of the sun sets the hallway ablaze with orange and yellow hues. You hum as you take the familiar pathway back to Ramshackle. With everything crazy that’s been going on lately, it gets too easy to be swept up in the moment. As you watch the shadows flicker between the stone pillars, you slow down to observe the scenery for a bit.

The sunset catches a glint and reflects bright white for a moment. You blink and it’s gone when you focus. You stop, confused at the intrusion. 

A loud click echoes behind you, but when you whip around, there’s nothing but the empty hallways.

You stand for a moment in place, waiting and listening apprehensively. Nothing else happens, and it’s with cautious paranoia that you turn around and start speed walking.

iiii. Funeral

It would be impolite to show up to a party without something.

But now as you're standing before the mirror leading to Heartslabyul, you're having second thoughts.

What if it isn't good? You glance down at your box containing the simple custard puddings you were able to make just last night. You didn't really have the skills to make complicated sweets and the puddings only took three ingredients. And your outfit, what if it isn't up to the Queen of Hearts' rules–

"C'mon, [First]! Or else the food will be gone by the time we get there!"

You breathe out a giggle. "I don't think anyone can beat you on your eating speed, Grim."

"You don't know that!" He hops up and down impatiently, waiting for you to adjust the box in your hands.

Right, who cares about any of that?

You follow your companion through the warped glass.

The fresh spring breeze graces you first, then the refreshing scent of flora, and finally, the warmth of the sun on your skin. When you open your eyes, the stretch of viridian green pastures and vibrant flowers greets you. The land of Heartslabyul is as picturesque as you remembered on screen. It feels unreal.

And waiting for you at the end of the path is the very first dorm you've befriended.

"Weird. Where's everyone at?" Grim grumbles, ears twitching in irritation.

The entrance is completely devoid of any human presence. You don’t sense anyone in the building either, which is completely strange. 

Grim's right. Where is everyone? For an incoming tea party, wouldn’t there be various students rushing in and out for the preparations?

“Perhaps they’re in the maze?” You glance warily over to the tall hedges that bloom with beautiful roses. “Should we wait?”

“Ugh, that’s so rude of ‘em to keep us hangin’ though! I say we go lookin’ for them. Who knows how long we gotta stand out here!” Grim shakes his head, distraught at the thought of having to wait for his food. "Let's go to the kitchen!"

"You just want to see if you can eat something." You tut at Grim's scheming face. 

"Mya, so what?!" He yowls. "I'm going and you can't stop me!"

"Grim, wait–" You call anxiously, but your companion is already scampering off into the dorm. You're left with no choice but to take a deep steadying breath and press on. 

But the kitchen room is also empty when the two of you pop in. However, it seems like it was used recently, if not for the smell, then the sight of various dishes laid out on the counter would have clued you in. You sneakily compare your puddings to the spread laid out before you and wonder again if it isn't too late to put them away in a dark corner.

"What do you have there, prefect?" A low voice breathes in your ear. 

You and Grim shriek in tandem, with you almost fumbling and dropping your box and Grim’s signature sharp nails digging into your shins.

The looming presence behind you is revealed to be Trey Clover, who has an apologetic face after spooking the two of you. At least he is conscientious. 

"My bad, my bad," he chuckles, "I should've been more obvious about my arrival." He places a steady hovering hand behind your back. Just barely touching, yet close enough to feel its heat. Embarrassingly, the feeling is soothing enough that you can't find it in yourself to pull away.

"Sheesh, for real! You took some of my life with that, y'know Trey!" Grim hisses, detaching his claws from your poor legs. Trey only laughs and ruffles his head.

"I’m sorry about that Grim. Anyway, you guys came just in time," Trey begins to transfer the dishes onto a wheeled cart. "Food just needs to be carried out and the tea party can begin—but you have something, don't you?"

Regret seeps in when you think of your sad puddings next to all these gorgeous pastries and appetizers. 

“Uhm, I don’t think it’s really needed since you got all this,” you laugh sheepishly as your hands automatically hide the box behind your back.

“No way.” Trey’s smile is warm but firm. When he gently guides your hands to give up the box, you can’t find it in yourself to protest. “It can’t be that bad, since you made it.”

You're struck silent, and Trey immediately takes advantage of your state to press his hand to your back to usher you forward. His fingertips graze your side, and for a second, you swear his lips quirk into a smirk.

You follow alongside Trey as he pushes the cart out through the door.

"By the way, I'm happy to hear you liked the lavender cookies." You look over to see the baker smile warmly. "I would've tried something with the candied violets I had, but I ran out just as I was making them." He sighs as he shakes his head.

Something with the way he's worded it makes it sound like there was more to the story, but you don't care enough to pry further. Trey's golden orbs slide to meet yours discreetly, and you realize he's waiting for you to respond. You murmur an apathetic response back, and he visibly droops.

It's a long, quiet walk through the rose maze.

It seems your arrival with Trey threw everyone off guard. You don't know why they look so alarmed: the venue looks absolutely resplendent. Colorful lanterns dot the tree lines, swinging back and forth cheerily with brightly colored flags. The long table is draped with fine cloth embroidered with intricate lace patterns. There's not a single wrinkle to be seen in the fabric. And the rose bushes, blooming with both red and white roses, are pruned cleanly, not a leaf or branch out of place.

It is a tea party fit for the Queen of Hearts.

"And the guest of honor is finally here!" Easygoing as ever, Cater calls out jauntily to you both. He seems to be the only one not visibly panicking. "Trey, what took ya so long?"

"Had to get the dishes here, you know." He shoots a knowing glare at Cater, who flinches with a sheepish smile. "Someone was supposed to help me, which would've made it a lot faster."

Ah. Cater giggles nervously while twirling his hair. Ace and Deuce exchange disbelieving looks before shaking their heads. 

“Welcome, prefect.” Riddle greets you with a stiff bow. "And Grim." He hastily adds, seeing your companion’s face twist sulkily. The action makes you smile, if only for a moment.

“We’ve been waiting forever for you, Yuu—” Deuce jabs an elbow sharply into Ace’s side, making him cough and sputter mid sentence, but the damage has already been done. Another awkward silence reigns as everyone’s fearful faces are directed at you, trying to figure out how to best traverse the conversational minefield. 

“W-What Acey meant to say is–” Cater is cut off immediately.

"Uh, er, come to think of it, what's your actual name?" Deuce is the one who pushes forward despite everyone else’s horrified looks. As if he had uttered a profane exclamation.

"My…name?" You echo back. 

Right. Since all they knew was the puppet, they didn't know your true name. Heavy silence hovers in the air, even Grim was looking at you in anticipation.

"My name is…" Something chokes your throat. Reluctance? Or fear? 

"[First]. [First] [Last]."

They mutter it among themselves, tasting the syllables and weaving the rhythms of the letters. How strange. With sugar coated lips, their voices ring like church bells for prayer. You're born anew, for the way they look at you is enough to make your heart soar for several fleeting seconds. 

For a brief moment, you could believe that you were with your Heartslabyul again.

The tea party begins like a baby animal: slow, unsure, and always in danger of stumbling to the ground. But it’s Heartslabyul, and who else would know how to best host a party for its guests?

By the time the tea is being poured into your cups, a steady conversation has started naturally flowing between all of you.

“Is there something the matter?” Riddle asks for the nth time as he worriedly gazes at the way your eyes stray to the hedges and whimsical decorations beyond the table.

"Oh uhm…” You hesitate, still not meeting Riddle’s worried face. “Why are the roses both red and white? I thought one of your rules is that tea parties always have white roses." 

Riddle exchanges a look with Trey at your question. 

"That is true, [First], however…" He pauses, before continuing with a determined look. "Red and white roses are customary for parties celebrating with new friends."

“New…friends?” Your hand is frozen at your teacup.

Something fiercely warm fills your chest. There's cautious hope glimmering in Riddle and Trey's eyes. That wasn’t fair. How could they say something like that and not expect you to react? 

The party ends on a light note unlike its stiff beginning. The soldiers gather to see you and Grim off, but once Grim scampers off with his leftovers in paw, her Majesty moves to your side.

“Prefect–no, [First], would you come again?” He asks. His hands are trembling, tugging at your sleeve timidly like a young child again. “F-For an Unbirthday party, of course!”

It’s a request that’s not selfish, you note. Her Majesty’s card soldiers look on expectantly behind their monarch, and it takes everything within you to not collapse. 

“Of course. I can’t wait for it already.”

Your heart weighs heavy. They do not know that the promise is an empty white lie. Though you cherish them, you do not wish to act the role of a doll whose purpose is to play house. 

When they looked at you with those pleading eyes, who did they see? 

Yuu, the puppet they adored for its safe default responses and supportive words?

Or you, the player who has their own flaws and biased personality?

It's okay, you reason.

They won't be able to tell the difference between clay and flesh.

v. Burial

You have a hunch about Yuu.

Only a guess based on many hypotheticals, but better than nothing.

If the puppet stopped working when you arrived, then shouldn't it go without saying that if you left this world, that it would return back to life?

The wooden door creaks open, stirring up dust and sending it flying into the air. You cough and sneeze, waving your hand to disperse the irritant. Serves you right. After all, you refused to step into this room since Yuu's body was hauled here. Didn't even dare to come clean the room. The dust settles and you can finally make out the puppet's silhouette from the waning light rays of the window.

It still adorns its proper NRC uniform, wrinkled in the spots where you had lifted it. It hasn't moved at all from its sprawled pose on the sofa. You remember the dread at realizing the only fitting school uniform you could possibly wear was on this puppet. It only cemented your resolve to break away from the puppet's image. Even if you had to resort to clearing out ancient closets and haggling with faculty, you'd rather take the raggedy shawls and worn flannel over the crisp blazer and button up the puppet wore. 

Its skin has become ashen gray, drained of any life. Old joints creaked in agony when you adjusted it to a sitting position for better examination. For a while, the both of you stare at each other.

Despair tugs at your mind. How long will you be trapped in this world? Has the Headmaster even done anything to help you get home? You snort. He couldn’t even bother doing anything when it was just the vessel. Why would that change now? 

Can you hear me?

The voice, so quiet yet clear, makes you whip your head around. No one's in the room. Are you finally going crazy?

You can hear me, right?

Is one of the ghosts playing a prank on you? You can't pinpoint the source of the voice at all.

I'm here–look!

With dread and fear pooling in your heart, your head turns slowly to meet the doll's eyes; whose pupils are now fixated on you.

The urge to scream and push away the doll is overwhelming. But in a world where the supernatural is natural, you suppose that dolls that can speak are the least impossible thing out there.

I can help you find your way home.

You swallow thickly. Pursing your lips, your grip on its arms tightens as you lean in. Something stirs, and it’s crazy, but you swear it hums in pleasure.

Listen to what I say carefully…

-

Decorations? Check. Refreshments? Check.

Outfits? Check.

So why does it feel like there's something missing?

"What's wrong, Riddle?" He turns to see Trey's concerned face. He gives an awkward smile back.

"I'm not quite sure, but something feels amiss." He explains, rubbing his neck. It's obvious enough to make him feel the familiar slivers of irritation slither through him. 

He tries to will it away. It's a good day, and there was nothing to be angry about. The player–no, [First]–had decided to give them a chance and agreed to come over to celebrate an Unbirthday party with them. Ace and Deuce are behaving as good, law-abiding card soldiers should be. The roses were saturated with dripping red, the dormouse had its nose smeared with jam–so what is this itch that won't go away?

"We can do a double check of everything again," Trey offers gently. “It shouldn’t take too long.”

Riddle shakes his head. “It’s almost time for them to arrive. I will not have them waiting on something that isn’t even a problem.”

“Housewarden~!” Speak of the devil. He turns with a frown at Ace’s loud shout, but it fades to a small smile when he sees you trailing after Ace.

"Hello, Riddle." You smile warmly at him, and his cheeks flush pink.

Wait. He stops. Have you ever called his name? He doesn’t have time to ponder this before he’s interrupted by Trey and Cater bringing in the food.

When everyone is seated and the party is in swing, he notices something.

“Is the food not to your liking, [First]?” He inquires as politely as possible, softening his tone to make it sound less accusatory.

You fluster, waving a hand. “Not at all. I’m just not that hungry right now.”

He decides to leave it, because it’s not as if it’s wrong, per se, if the guest wasn’t eating. He recalls Ace’s previous words to him.

“Housewarden, you really should loosen up a bit! Otherwise you’re gonna end up being a killjoy!”

He may be many things, but he is not a killjoy! Just because he was particular about certain things doesn’t mean he didn’t know how to let go.

But something feels off.

Then he realizes that while the conversation is flowing as usual, you are hardly speaking at all. You only speak when directly spoken to, and even then, it’s short, clipped responses.

He watches incredulously as you pour yourself a cup of tea and then drink it.

The golden scepter materializes in his hand as easily as breathing.

Everyone else reacts explosively, looking alarmed at the scene unfolding. Meanwhile, you merely stare blankly at the end of the scepter nearly several inches from your nose.

"Riddle, hold the phone, what are you doing?!" He barely hears Cater's frantic voice to his left. He's too focused on the way that…that thing is not reacting at all. 

"You. Where is [First]?"

It's silent for a moment, and then a disturbing crooked grin breaks out from its poker face. It starts cackling loudly and it makes his blood start boiling. 

"Start speaking or it's off with your head!" He screeches, scepter shaking uncontrollably in his hands.

"Boo, I was hoping you guys were stupid enough to fall for it.” The thing taunts, leaning back in their chair. 

Red fills his vision. How dare this thing use your visage and breath such vile words? Before he could register it, his arm swipes across. By the time his eyes clear and his breathing steadies, he's staring at a decapitated body that is mangled beyond repair. 

It takes another moment to realize he is not the only one who has raised their magical pen.

Trey is at his right, golden eyes dark as Riddle realizes he positioned himself to shield him. Cater mirrors Trey, but his arms are visibly shaking and his eyes keep switching from him to the broken body on the trimmed lawn. Ace and Deuce had positioned themselves to the backside, but they too, barely seem to be holding themselves together, clenched fists at the ready for physical blows.

“What…” he breathes, “is going on?”

The only answer he gets is the wind whistling through the grass blades.

He collapses to his knees as he fumbles with a body that has been torn asunder, but instead of flesh and bones, he only finds clay and chipped resin.

“What have we done?”

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

AHHHHHHH ME LOVE ELYSIA READERER SO CUTIEEE PIEEE YIPEEEE

B-But can you do headcanons Yan!Malleus x Elysia Reader ? It's alright if you don't want! Until then thankiesss

Pink Elf Elysia Reader(2) | Yandere Twisted Wonderland

Vil Schoenheit

“Here Vil, say cheese!”

“(Y/n)--”

“Its for my private story~!”

“You know how I feel about that.”

“How about…hmmm I owe you a kiss then?”

“...Fine that should be enough.”

Easily gains your favor with his focus on beauty 

He happily has you listen to all of his instructions

You’ll want your skin to glisten won’t you

And don’t bother commenting on the weird tingly feeling you have for him while putting it  on

Its all apart of the routine

Malleus Draconia

“Now now Tsunotaro this is how you post!”

“This is very confusing.”

“Aww I know, but just keep trying for me won’t you?”

“...I will.”

You’re so popular and beautiful and perfect

And his 

Buy t in order to defeat the rivals in this little box called a phone

He’d have to learn the space

[ghostieyanyan]

~Yandere Regrets~

Yan!Ruggie x mc

Yan!Silver x mc

Yan!Cater x mc

Yan!Vil x mc

i thought of this a while ago so hehe.. what does a yandere regret? where's the line for yanderes? hurting their darling? punishment? threats??

Warnings: death, hinted of child birth (its still gender neutral but if you feel uncomfortable with it, you can just say its yandere delusions ^^), sleep spell, manipulation, self-loathing, death threats, hate mail(?), mind break, kinda creeping

~~~~~

Ruggie

you were supposed to be fine.. this wasn't how it suppose to be... you and him were supposed to grow old and die together. but no. Life always had to spit in his face.

He was stupid.. you were so different from him and he didn't even think about what your body was strong or weak against. the cold in the slums was easy for him to handle, duh, he grew up there... but you were different...

he should have given you vaccines or something to protect you from the slums sicknesses. he should have slowly eased you into the slums with his family... to build up your immune system.

he couldn't get mad at anyone... only himself..

Ruggie wanted you to be part of his life so badly, he took you to the slums in the dead of night and never looked bad at NRC.

Crowley found the way to your world and you just had a week to say your goodbyes... he didn't want you to leave! he didn't want to say goodbye!

the timing was awful... if it was around the end of the year, he could have graduated and then he'll get a good job to support his family, you, and the family he'd like to make with you..

but he was impassion and scared he'll lose you forever.. and he ultimately lost you in the most cruelest ways.

in the slums, everyone knows that you have to be very careful to not get sick. cuts are even worst. sickness means you need medicine, medicine cost money, which they don't have...

it was supposed to just be a common cold...

it was winter time, the snow was starting to fall and covered the slums in a thin layer of snow. it'll likely go away in the morning but it was still cold out. even in sunset savanna.

Most of the kids stayed inside because of the cold. some, who can handle the cold, were playing outside.

Ruggie was with his grandma making you soup. you had a pretty nasty cough and they insisted on something warm in you system would help.

how did his grandma take him bringing you home..? he promised her some great grandkids and she was down for it.. and to say she scared you more than ruggie's threats on if you were to ran away was an understatement. she was living proof on how scary female hyenas could be..

you were supposed to be fine.. the soup was supposed to make you feel better.. he always got better after the soup. but you were different, unique, one of a kind... that's why he fell in love with you..

he knew you didn't love him. he wasn't a good man. he took you away from your home, not just from the mirror, but NRC. he knew you loved being a part of NRC. helping out, even when Crowley forced you, you still enjoyed it...

he thought you could learn to love him and you two would work hard to provide for your family in the slums... and one day work hard enough to better the slums, or everyone.

instead... you died that winter.. because of that stupid cough. and he's now alone... the one thing he didn't want...

he had to say goodbye..

~~~~~

Silver

When silver was a kid, his father would tell him all the stories he knows, which were a lot. his favorites, as a kid, were the stories where the prince or knight characters protects their home and loved ones.

he told his father that when he grows up, he wants to be strong enough to protect everyone he loves. his father told him at he should train and eat a lot to grow strong and maybe he'll find his "royal stuck in their tower~" or "royal stuck in a death like sleep~"

Silver felt that his father always had his head in the clouds for these, "cheesy" scenarios. he personal didn't mind it though. he, himself, didn't know if he'll find his other half but he's not the type that will roll around in his sleep about it...

he thought..

when silver first heard about you, it came from the news of "a newcomer with no magic and a wild monster came to the school ceremony and caused mayhem." but how Lilia described it was "an excited turn of events." silver didn't mind it too much.

he only hear more about you when malleus was telling him, sebek, and Lilia about the child of man staying in the abandoned dorm and how you invited him to this event, not knowing who he is. with how malleus spoke so highly of you, made him curious of this perfect.

he also over heard how you always finding yourself into a bunch of overblot situations. he hasn't even met you and you already sound amazing. kinda like the princes or knights of those old stories...

to say he was charmed by the mysteriousness of you was an understatement. he wanted to go out and just meet you to understand you better but he was always busy. school, clubs, protect malleus, naps, theres a lot on his plate but what can you do.

when he finally met you, from school events or school trips, each time you were with him it felt so warm and comforting. you were so calm and gentle with him, not like he need that but it was a nice feeling. whenever he fell asleep, he'll either wake up to you stering him or with his head resting in your lap. he never want this feeling to end. Silver wants to keep waking up besides you, for the rest of his life.

when he told Lilia about it, how he should confess to you and all. Lilia told him that he over heard you and your first year friends talking about making a break through about you going home, so this confess better be big...

he grew silent, which is normal for him but this was a different silent and lilia could tell..

"how about you show them how much you love them? that your love has no bounds. from twisted wonderland to other realms out there~"

even with lilia cheesy rometic preaching, he had a point. but how..? he wants to show you that you were important to him and that he'll protect you. he'll be your prince to... wake you...

silver stopped by your dorm late, you were just about to go to bed but he asked for time and how it was really important. you agreed and you both decided to talk outside. he started to tell you about his childhood and his love your fairy tale stories his father use to tell him. he told you how he loved you and wanted to show you that both of you were meant to be. he held your hand and pulled out a needle from his pocket.

you started to get scared and tried to pull away but it was untimely useless. silver just over powered you so easily. with one prike from the needle, you stared to feel dizzy and felt like your head ached. you fell into silver's chest which is arms snaked around you.

"it'll be okay.. ill wake you up.. and you'll understand that we were meant to be~"

he picked you up and gave you a sweet soft kiss on your lips.

he waited... and waited... and gave you a kiss again... and waited..

you didnt open your eyes.

~~~~~

Cater

Cater hated being with his family... his dad wasn't there when he needed him, his sisters treated him like an object or play thing, and his mom enables his sisters... if his friends invites him to any family related events, he'll take it in a heartbeat just to be away from his family. he'd rather die than admit that his sisters didn't have an influence on his behavior as a kid and even now that he's older.

when he first saw you, he thought you were the cutest thing in all of twisted wonderland. Cute little perfect, lost in an unknown world and at the mercy of everyone here. like a little animal that lost their way and that doesn't know better, but he'll help this cute lost animal.

it definitely helped his case, with how much ace and deuce brings you around. plus they often leave you to your lonesome because they cause some trouble and drag grim along too. what his luck~

At first he didn't mind sharing you with Trey, you all often spent time together watching trey bake and talking about any drama or rumors from school, trey didn't really mind the drama but he enjoyed the company.

the more Cater spent time with you, the more he fell for you. and when you come to him for anything, his heart skips a beat. you're just too precious in his eyes.

You both made it a thing that he'll come to you to online shop, mainly browsing because you couldn't effort anything. but every time you pointed something you liked, he always had something to say about it.

"i don't know about that... i think this one will match you better~! you'll look so cute in it~"

you didn't really mind, it wasn't like you took it personal... you shouldn't.. right?

sometimes Cater will stop by the Ramshackle dorm and bring you a "goodie bag." it was either the stuff he said you would look good in or some other cute stuff. pins, hair clips, hair ties, accessories, plushies, etc. some of the things weren't in your wheel house of interests but telling Cater you didn't like them when he looks so happy didn't feel right...

so you just allowed him to do whatever he liked.. it wasn't hurting anyone right..?

it wasn't-... it didn't hurt anymore. his teases that felt like hard jabs into your looks and insecurities, didn't hurt as badly anymore. without you realizing it, Cater was the one to dress you up and tell you what to do, eat, and how to think. you thought about it, why didn't you say anything..? well.. cater will be upset. every time you tell him you had a problem with how he treats you, he gets really sad and you just didn't like it one bit... it was too much to keep fighting it.. you were tired... you were drained..

cater and his "helpful inputs" just made you feel insecure of yourself. maybe you really need cater's help. you don't want to be a sore thumb to the people you care for, right?

"hey, what do you think about this? pref-?"

cater looked at you and he froze... he knows that look in your eyes. the pain.. the hurt.. the empty look.. the helplessness..

he's being the monster of his sisters.. to you...

~~~~~

Vil

Vil is a highly respected figure in twisted wonderland. his looks and his voice, his mere presences is a blessing for some people (his fans-). he has to be perfect, he only expects himself to be perfect. with the people around him, he tries his best to not being so strict about them being perfect but as long as they work for that goal, he cant complain too much.

when he met you, he cant say much or you might get crunched under all his critiques. but he admires how hard working you are, whether you like to be or not. to say vil enjoyed your clumsy potato charm was an understatement. the more he watched you, the more he was charmed~

he tired not to be too harsh on you, you are doing your best with the hand you have been delt, but still do you always have to slouch like that?

Whenever you see Vil, he always gives you "advice" whether if they are convention advice, with vil statures and position, you couldn't really say no...

without you realizing it, you find vil appearing more into your life. when you pass your classes, when your getting any paper work for Crowley, even when you are heading back to your dorm..! Vil requested Rook to get your weekly scheule...

at this rate, you'll see vil more than your friends, the only time you see your friends were in class and lunch.

you confronted vil, asking him if something was wrong.

oh boy~ he loves how you could stand up to him~

likely for him, being a great actor comes into his favor when he has to convince you that he's not creeping on you.

"i just like to check up on you. even if your aren't part of the main dorms. i cant let you make a joke out of NRC just because you are magicless"

he lend into you, reaching his hands to your face-!!

"your uniform is also messed up, potato. do i have to do everything for you!"

"o-oh..."

he starts to fix up your uniform and takes his leave. leaving you to process what happened..?

meanwhile someone with a certain hat took a picture and shared it on magicam. news broke out and rumors like "Vil isn't single anymore?!?!" and "who is this mysterious person?!" broke out like wild fire. you only hear about it from Cater who was upset that you didn't say you were in a relationship, much less, to vil!

but with rumors and a big following of vil's fans, comes lots of hate. you don't even have Magicam but you hear all the hate from your friends, classmates, and even classmates that weren't in your class or grade!! they were all getting concerned..

you're address got leaked and you were sent hate mail and death threats everyday! one person even sent pictures of you when you were out on a school event. it wasn't safe for you anymore. this took such a mental tole on you that Crowley had to asked a favor from Ambrose LXIII and have you transfer to RSA...

you didn't want to leave.. but you didn't have a chose anymore..

~

the picture was suppose to lead you to him... you were suppose to run to him, crying in his arms to protect you. Vil was suppose to be your knight in shining armor...

~~~~~

[dilvuc]

Alright, thank you for the info!

I was wonder if I can request male!reader and Malleus learning that they are yanderes for each other? Thinking like how one of them caught the other doing something bad (Stealing something of theirs to be mild as possible, since I don't want to too intense) only to be happy that they mutual love each other.

I hope that this is good! Thank you.

❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 10: ❝WE ARE MEANT TO BE❞

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff

𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male

𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 10: WE ARE MEANT TO BE

𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: yan!malleus x yan!m!reader

𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none

𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: i was wonder if i can request male!reader and malleus learning that they are yanderes for each other? thinking like how one of them caught the other doing something bad (stealing something of theirs to be mild as possible, since i don't want to too intense) only to be happy that they mutual love each other.

don't you think it's crazy? crazy that there's two who're crazy for each other without even realizing that they feel the same way for each other. they're yanderes for each other. what a…rare occasion…

the two have been stalking one another, taking pictures, stealing belongings without realizing that they're having feelings for each other. it's crazy how…something like this even happened. they're just secretly obsessed with each other.

“Malleus, aren't you going too far with the whole romance thing?” lilia asked the raven haired fae, who's hanging up a photo of [y] on his bed tester. “I support you, but this is getting way out of hand.”

“Why? I couldn't handle it. I just somehow have this feeling to do so.” malleus mumbled after finishing hanging the photo. lilia sweatdropped at how many photos malleus has been taking, “Did you hang them up just to…think about him?”

“Indeed…” malleus nodded, plopping down in the bed and stared up at the photos.

“...Whatever makes you happy…” lilia sighed as he was about to leave, but malleus stopped him to ask a question. He asked, “Lilia, some of my clothes have been missing lately. Do you happen to know about that…?”

“Oh? Not really…”

“Hm…”

“You're taking this stalking to a whole new level. Here I thought Rook was a bizarre one…” vil sweatdropped. Concerning him, a whole gallery of photos of malleus are hanging from the wall to the ceiling. it's kinda worrying and creepy. “Do you…need help…?”

“I'm fine~ I just can't stop myself from loving Malleus. I just wish he recognized my feelings.” [y] sighed.

“I don't think Malleus will love a creepy stalker who stole his belongings or took photos of him. You're making Rook look normal.” the housewaren huffed while placing his hands on his hips.

“That’s fine. I'll just continue to do what I can do best.” [y] brushes off vil's words before pushing him out of the room. “It's getting late~ Have a goodnight ~”

night hit, malleus has broken into [y]’s room to grab something to add in his collection by going into the male's drawer.

“Ah. This is his T-shirt…” malleus mumbled while holding up your t-shirt. the raven haired fae checks his surroundings before pressing the t-shirt against his muzzle, sniffing it. “It smells just like him…”

he jumped when the lights flicked on. malleus looks over his shoulder to see [y]. malleus flinched, “[Y]...!”

“Malleus…?” [y] blinked bewilderingly before his eyes landed on the t-shirt in his hands. “Is that…my shirt?”

malleus panicked, “I-it's not what it looks like—” he paused when he noticed his clothing in [y]’s hands. “Those are…my clothes…?”

the raven haired fae then realized his pictures were hanging on the wall and ceiling. [y] sweatdropped, “It's not what it look like—”

“D-do you love me…?” malleus blushed, feeling overjoyed that someone he likes actually has a crush on him. “It was you?!”

“Ah. Yes. I didn't have the courage to tell you how I feel.” [y] scratches the back of his head with a soft blush. the raven haired male awed and stepped closer to the male and expressed, “I feel the same way about you…! Do you love me?”

[y] gasped, “Of course, I love you! Do you feel the same way?!”

“Yes, I love you!” malleus confessed with excitement. “We are meant to be together, do we…?”

“We must've been blessed by the Seven.” [y] chuckled. malleus holds his arms out, “C…can I kiss you…?”

“S…sure.” [y] nodded. as the two about to kiss, an exhausted vil barged into the bedroom, “Quit your yelling! We're all trying to have our beauty sleep! You two love each other?! Then take that romance shit somewhere else!”

“Sorry…”

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[rainbowsillz]

Hi, I really loved your overblot!riddle fox and I was wondering if you would write something similar for another dorm leader

Maybe Vil, Malleus or Leona

(Also i love your writing, so glad I found your blog)

“ I'd rather be hated than allow for you to go. ”

FT. Yan! Overblot Malleus X GN! Reader.

Tags: Delusional behavior, obsession, toxic, etc.

CW: Yandere.

You can't return to Earth, not when he denied you of this.

Your open-mindedness was what welcoming, for you— who radiated like the sun itself to him.

Malleus was fond of you and that's no secret.

For a magicless student, you were bold, granted that you didn't know who he was. He can tell, it wouldn't be what deterred you away from him.

You were quick-witted, determined, nobody can frighten you. You don't let anyone stomp over you. And you cherished his friendship with you!

It was surreal.

This feels.. more of a mirage.

He'd give the universe to you had you asked him, his passion extends than you'd imagine it.

You had become what he cannot live without.

I mean if I were him, I wouldn't want you to choose your home too, so it sits on his chest, billion of thoughts visiting inside his head.

And like a blade through his heart, it's undoubtedly that you'll pick your family.

Twisted Wonderland wasn't a place where you'll reside forever at, and you trusted him too much that you told him of what you planned to do once the headmaster could send you back over.

He looked calm externally.

You noticed the shift in the atmosphere and decided that you shouldn't have said that.

For a close acquaintance, he'll probably be affected by this, so you didn't bring it up twice.

Hopefully, he'll forget about that.

Malleus didn't. Why would a housewarden like him wouldn't recall this? That's ridiculous.

After that, nothing changed in your relationship and he didn't say anything that indicated about it. Time was fleeting, it continues on, despite the heaviness and the graveness it was for him..

Maybe he was childish because he was hurt.

And a lot of months flew by.

So— karma happened to you it seems.

It started out like any other until this.

It was sudden, for a person who managed to turn the tide around every time where overblots came, this was impossible. Attempts met with reality of him snuffing out everyone's work.

It didn't take an hour, it didn't last for long, thorns wriggled across marble floors, if you turn to the window you'd see that outside weren't much different from the interior carved in.

A prison by yours truly.

You were awake, not because you were a superhuman or that you have an immunity.

It was due to Malleus has to speak to you.

You were a nervous wreck, weren't you? You should be, considering the things he do.

How curious.

Malleus has read stories that good always prevailed, while evil served to make them more memorable and beloved in society's eyes.

So, if you were the hero, what's to be his role?

When you didn't response to him, he wasn't offended by that, an attentive smile fixated on.

“Why do you resist? ..I have neither intention of harming you nor anyone in our college.”

And he was true to his word.

“Jesus Christ, Tsunotarou, this is crazy, you are out of your mind. You can't use magic at us!”

Well, he can but that wasn't your point, okay?

“Crazy? I am that for you, aren't I?”

He mumbled to himself, having him in front of you was less reassuring than you anticipated.

“....Yeah.”

What does he expect you to say?

His hand, tainted with ink, takes hold your chin.

Green pupils misted with turbulence, there was no malice in him, to your surprise, there was sorrow. Malleus was in grief, you assumed.

“Whether it's you or Lilia, I'll be left alone again. Isn't this how I should have it be?”

Your mouth was dry, unable to reply.

He can convince you, he shall, and until then? A slumber was what would befallen upon you.

[twstgarden]

✰ ❝ 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗿𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲? ❞

━ yan! malleus draconia, yan! vil schoenheit x gn! reader (reader can either be yuu or an oc/twstsona) ━ it seems you have caught the eye of a certain dorm leader(s) in night raven college, but it doesn't seem like he'll let you run off and not be his. you have no choice but to marry him, and you have no choice but to be his perfect lover.

cw: (including but not limited to) yandere themes, mentions of kidnapping, slight dollification, non-consensual drug use, possessive behaviour, unhealthy relationships, mentions of forced marriage

requested by: anonymous request type: oneshot requester’s message: Hello mina!! Can i please request a yandere vil or malleus one-shot any pronouns is good hehe and i really really LOVE your dévouement like when there's an update to the main story i always thought your story first tbh im more excited to your story than the main hehe that's all sorry for the rant thank you po have a great day!!♡´･ᴗ･`♡ florist’s note: hello po, dévouement reader! <3 i'm really glad you love the book! i have dropped an update on that a few days ago~ as for your request, i'll do both vil and malleus, thank you for your request!

might include spoilers for chp 6 and 7! f/n means first name. do not steal or translate without my permission.

— 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙪𝙨 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙞𝙖 —

the silence was deafening in this godforsaken room. you were not even certain if you are locked up in the main castle of the dormitory or in the other area connected to it on the right side of diasomnia's map. you have been here for days, or was it weeks? months? you do not know.

all you knew is you missed a lot of classes now and you have no idea if your friends are searching for you at this very moment.

it has been way too quiet for a while now, it was starting to drive you mad.

you want to be free from this room, you want to speak to another living being, you want to take in the scent of fresh air, you want to be away from him.

everything was fine at the start, or so you thought. you had no idea what you did wrong for him to kidnap you in your sleep and lock you up in this room. you had no chains or ropes tied to your wrists and ankles. in fact, you were not even tied to anything at all! you can freely jump off the window to escape if you wish to.

oh, please. of course, you have tried that. and where did you end up? still in this room. it seems like he used some sort of magic in this room to make it hard for you to escape.

it was a huge disadvantage that you had to be kidnapped by one of the most powerful mages in the world.

'click.'

a noise.

finally. the silence was starting to drive you mad already. your eyes widened as you watched the door slightly open ajar before a tall figure entered the room, closing the door behind him as he approached you. he sat on the corner of the bed and smiled gently at you as if he did not just abduct you and lock you up in this room.

"my dear..."

his voice was deep and tender, clearly lovestruck by you as he caressed your cheek gently with the back of his hands. however, your eyes remained on the door, thinking of ways to escape and run away from here.

he seemed to have noticed your lingering gaze on the exit door, which made him frown as he placed his finger under your chin and pulled your face up to look at him.

and once your eyes met his pained gaze, his finger stroked your cheek as he whispered, "please don't look at the door. i don't want to feel like you're trying to run away from me."

"then set me free."

you demanded softly, wanting to keep that slightly peaceful conversation going, not wanting to piss him off as you still wish to go to sleep with all four limbs intact. his pained gaze turned even sadder as he sat closer to you, "but why? i give you everything you could possibly need. we are to be wed soon, my love. you'll have all the riches you need, you'll have the finest jewellery and clothes in the world, you'll live in my palace and be royalty..."

it might sound like a dream, but it isn't what you desire. you don't even see him in a romantic way either. you wanted to tear up as you imagined your future the moment he mentions marriage, "...i don't want those. i want to go back... i want to see my friends... i don't want to get married, i don't want to become a royal consort with no freedom..."

your words seemed to make him upset. who would reject his offer? he's giving you everything that he thinks would make you happy! his eyes narrowed as he looked at you and huffed, "why would you choose that? all they do is take you away from me."

"i was never yours to begin with!" you argued as tears started to prickle at the corner of your eyes, growing desperate to be free and be away from him and anyone associated with him.

after your little outburst, it was uncomfortably silent in the room, only your soft sniffles and breathing were heard as he sat before you with an unreadable expression, but you knew he was pissed as hell now.

he suddenly stood up and turned his back on you, walking away from the bed and heading to the door. the last thing you heard from him before he left your room and locked the door made you want to sob even more.

"we are getting married whether you like it or not. you do not have a choice."

— 𝙫𝙞𝙡 𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙚𝙣𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙩 —

the lights of pomefiore's bedrooms normally appear aesthetically pleasing to you, but right now, it served as a frustrating reminder that you have been in the same room for more than 24 hours now, staring at the same objects over and over again, unable to move your limbs to run away from this wretched room.

the brush tickling your cheeks, as it applied a red hue to them, felt like thorns brushing and scratching your skin despite its softness. it was unbearable. you have been sitting on this vanity chair for far too long now, not even sure of how you look like with how you've been tickled and dabbed with makeup brushes and sponges all day long.

a pair of amethyst eyes carefully watched as his hands did all the work on dolling up your face. once he was satisfied, he turned the vanity chair around to make you face the mirror.

you look like a fashion doll.

at least it was better than looking like a clown caked with makeup.

you had to admit, his skills were good. the makeup suits you perfectly and the outfit he made you wear looks gorgeous on you, but it would have been better if he did not paralyze you in the first place with his unique magic by cursing your drink.

you could not respond. you could not even move your hand to touch your face, but he seemed very pleased with himself as he caressed your cheek with the back of his hand.

"you look perfect."

perfect.

perfect.

perfect.

you were nothing but perfect in his eyes right after he dolls you up every time. you felt like you were just a mannequin for him to beautify and show off to everyone, claiming you were his darling lover, that you would forever be the love of his life.

even if you were paralyzed, your eyes filled up with tears. you wanted nothing more than to run away from this place and hide. vil clicked his tongue at the sight of your tears prickling at the corners of your eyes.

"if you dare mess up my work with your tears, i'm cursing your drink again and i'll redo everything."

you wished you could stop, but his threats sent your heart throbbing with fear as you could not hold it in anymore. tears started to roll down your cheeks as the fear in your heart grew, wishing you could just disappear in the blink of an eye, but alas, you were not blessed with magic, unlike everyone else in this prestigious academy.

vil groaned and harshly held your face by your cheeks, messing up the makeup with your tears and making you look at the mirror as he glared at your reflection, "look what you've done."

and as if the gods have heard your plea, you can suddenly move again. it has been past the time limit of when his unique magic's conditions are met, and once you regained your mobility, you held onto his wrist and tried to pull his hand away from your face.

"please, stop! i'm sorry, i'll fix it!" you pleaded, sobbing even more as vil pulled his hand away from your face and landed a slap on your cheek before making you look at him again. "fix? you're not even good enough to apply makeup on your own," hissed the man harshly as he glared at you.

he sighed as he stood straight, closing his eyes and placing his fingers on his temple to show how stressed he was. the pomefiore dorm leader looked at you with a glare before grabbing your cup on his bedside table, refilling it with your drink of choice and casting his unique magic on it.

this time, his conditions included a longer time limit than earlier.

vil stood before you with the cursed or drugged drink and held your face with one hand to try and pry your mouth open. he brought the glass to your lips, forcing you to drink the beverage as you started hitting his arm and struggling, hoping he would stop forcing the cursed drink down your throat, but his strength was overwhelming. his grip on your cheeks made it feel like your face was about to break if he gripped you a little harder.

you struggled to push him away as he forced the drink down your throat, and once he was finished, he placed the cup on his desk and made you sit properly, leaving you paralyzed in that same position once again.

tears continued to stream down your cheeks as you sobbed and pleaded for him to stop. at least this time, his conditions did not include taking away your ability to speak. vil leaned down to look at you right into your fearful eyes as he whispered, "stop looking so frightened when i'm around."

vil gave you a small smile before placing a tender kiss on your forehead. it felt patronising, as if he was taking any ounce of authority you have left in you and taking full control of your life. he leaned his cheek on your head as you both looked into your reflections in the mirror, seeing his endearing smile after doing something drastic to you made you sick to your stomach.

how could he smile after treating you so harshly?

"i'm only doing this out of love, my darling. you have to look perfect before we go out for dinner, no?"

© twstgarden 2023 || please do not steal, translate without my permission, or use this to train a.i.

[dotster001]

Twisted Wonderland

Masterlist 2

Return Home? Yes

Dot's friend code: Pn8CT4dH

Heartslaybul

Riddle

Soulmate Mark- Riddle x reader. Riddle has never met his soulmate, but he wishes it could be you.

Ace

The Shadow- Ace x reader. Ace tries to keep the student shadowing him away from you.

The Couch- Ace makes you sleep on the couch.

Mystery Date- ? X reader. The prefect is secretly dating someone, and Deuce and Ace have to figure out who.

Deuce

Mystery Date- ? X reader. The prefect is secretly dating someone, and Deuce and Ace have to figure out who.

Trey

On Love and War- Trey x Reader. Trey was a jerk on beans day. You get revenge.

QOUR-100- Trey x reader. While tutoring you in the language, Trey takes you to his family's bakery to practice.

Cater

Stay-yan!Cater x Reader. Fake dating to lovers trope but it ends badly.

Savannaclaw

Leona

When the Lion Disappears- Leona x reader. It's a bad sign when your boyfriend "vanishes"

Kitty Cat- Leona x reader. Leona didn't realize that a portal that could take you back and forth would mean he'd have another cat to compete with

Tsum Leona- Leona x reader. What happens when his tsum gives you a gift?

Ruggie

Soon

Jack

Soon

Octavinelle

Azul

Kiss the Shrimp- Azul x reader. You taught the twins "Kiss the Girl", and now they are adapting it for their own needs.

My Drowning Heart- Azul x reader. Azul helps you through a depressive episode

Elder God-Now bound to Azul, and given three days to get affairs in order, you turn to your neighbor Idia for help escaping Part Two Part Three Lore

Study Me- Azul x reader. Azul doesn't believe you when you confess

Floyd

The Other Shrimp- Floyd x reader. Floyd's ex is a shrimp mer, and you get jealous.

The Other...Goldfish?- Sequel to The Other Shrimp. You have a chat with a goldfish.

Floyd's Birthday Gift- Floyd x reader. Jade "asks" you to help with Floyd's present.

Message in a Bottle- Floyd x reader after Floyd's graduation, you are destined to be separated by the sea

Scientific- Floyd x reader Jade has caught a human to study in his lab. You only seem to react well to Floyd. Chapters One Two Three

Jade

Slippery Eel- Jade x reader. Jade plays hard to get and Floyd is his wingman

Leech Vs. Morality- Jade x reader. You debate the morality of love potions.

Scarabia

Kalim

Bad Boi- Kalim x gn!reader.Kalim becomes a bad boy to win your heart.

Jamil

Hidden Desire: Jamil x reader. Jamil thinks you are the key to restoring his reputation. Chapters: Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six

Pomefiore

Vil

Enemies to Lovers- Vil x reader An enemies to lovers route with Vil. Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Epilogue

Of Lavender and Apples- Vil comforts you through a depressive episode.

Rook

A real Fairytale-MDNI Yan!rook x reader. A fairytale, and what actually happened

Lover- Rook x reader. It's time to break up with rook, for the sake of your heart

Beloved- happy ending to Lover

Le Chasseur d'Amour- Rook x Reader. You're transported back to earth, but Rook is still able to trace you with his SS. Chapters: One Two Three Four Five

The Guardian of Love- Rook x ace!reader Rook defends you from a toxic flirt

Does Teamwork make the dreamwork?- Rook x gn!reader You're getting too close to Rook. Malleus and Leona have to stop this before it's too late.

Epel

On my way to Somewhere- Epel x reader. After you break up with Vil, Epel takes you on a road trip to clear your head

Ignihyde

Idia

Idia with a Reader who is touchy and gives kisses as a cultural greeting

Ortho

Soon

Diasomnia

Malleus

How to Befriend a Demon King- yan!Malleus x reader. You didn't realize your coffee shop friend was a demon.

Ace's like Dragons- Malleus x Ace reader. You're asexual, and Malleus is a dragon.

Sugar Baby- Malleus x reader. Malleus doesn't understand how to use the term sugar baby.

Halloween Lovers- Malleus x reader Malleus wants to have a romantic Halloween with you.

And I would Walk 500 miles- Malleus x reader. Malleus is a tall fae who walks too fast for you.

Protective Charms- Malleus x reader. After an argument, you and Mal have fun with Fae lore.

Defense Against Overblot- Malleus x reader. You worry your boyfriend is the next one to overblot

The Ruler of the Abyss- sequel to Defence Against Overblot

From this Slumber You Shall Wake-part three in the overblot series

The Spell Shall Break-Part four/finale in the series

To Prove A point- Malleus x reader. You get him a cake for his birthday

Malleus x gn! Crow s/o HC's

Lilia

Single Parent- Lillia x Reader. Lillia has a son. 😱

Trick With Treat-Teaching Lilia an enstars song about bats was a wonderful idea.

A Feast for a Prefect and Belle- Lilia x reader and Clavis x au!reader. Ikemen Prince twisted wonderland crossover involving the culinary crucible... You're screwed.

Found- Lilia x reader. You've returned to him in every lifetime. Until now. Chapter Two

A Lesson in Humanity- Lilia x reader. Lovers to enemies

Lilia x clingy s/o head canons

Silver

Where Did I Come From- Silver x reader. After explaining his heritage to you, he finally wants to know where he came from.

Sebek

Pass the Test- Sebek x reader. Sebek wants you to prove that you are worthy of Malleus; you want to prove you're worthy of Sebek.

Ramshackle

Grim

Unresolved- You and Grim get stuck in a time loop. The question is why?

Staff

Crowley

Drunk Crowley Request - Crowley x reader. You need Crowley for something, but mans is plastered.

Crow(ley) Brain- Crowley x reader your love language is thievery, and guess who you love

Crewel

Courting HC'S for Crewel

Trein

HC's for if Trein Dated Your Mom- Fem! Reader

Sam

Soon

Vargas

Soon

Non NRC

Chen'ya

Soon

Neige

Soon

Rollo

Soon

Eric Venue

Eric Venue- Vil never realized he'd have to compete with his dilf of a dad. Technically, Vil x reader .

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500 Followers Event Masterlist

1k followers event

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Zodiac Series

Twisted Earth Literary Universe

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[twisted-gremlin]

So uhhh

Twisted Wonderland Yandere Purge AU

The ideas here stem from @yanderemommabean and @blughxreader for the og creator and some excellent world biulding- so here I am- just adding this to a gay ass mobile game

Yan Twst students x Reader

Twisted Wonderland, is a... odd world. Filled with magic, odd creatures, and the sort. It's the perfect place for a loner nerd like yourself to be!

The school and the land in itself feels so nostalgic to you. Things that you learn about each town, city, and country, just make all sorts of sence to you.

Then... you got 22 red letters. Grabbing one at random you open it to read the contents of what's inside.

Dear Shrimpy♡

Here we have this thing called the Purge. It's comes from the rose place, so we also do it here since teens tend to often get someone they adore so much that they just rip out the troats of whoever they talk to♡

Whops~ I said the quiet part out loud~

Do wait nicely for me when the day comes, it be soon♡ I can't wait to squeeze you tightly and keep you close forever♡

Love,

Your favorite Eel♡

Ok- the purge. In this fuckin Disney ass world?- do they even own that- I guess they own half of all media so MAYBE- (nope, it's own by Universal)

Opening the other letters there was more talking about this purge, and how that they are going to keep you here forever and keep you safe.

What the fuck?-

Grim was in the corner happily snacking on 22 tuna cans.

"Grim"

"What is it henchman, can't you see I'm haveibg the feast if a lifetime!"

"Uh-huh- and- do tell me- who gave you all that tuna?"

"You know- all the guys that we helped out and kicked the asses of"

"..."

"Yeah- along with Ace and Deuce. They seemed to be getting along- witch was odd'

"Crap they are teaming up- oh no- that means-" others are probably teaming up too-

Not good not good-

Let's see here so it's people that I know-

We have Floyd as 'your favorite Eel' and he called me Shrimpy so obvious giveaway-

Fuck Tsunataro also signed it in his Nickname and called me child of man. He dosent know much about this, so thar could be either safe or very dangerous

Two your queens- oddly enough- but probably Vil and Riddle

One that called me Waifu/Husabando/Spouseu signed by Gloomurai

A big sis/bro/sib from someone, seemingly young so maybe ortho- witch isn't at all good

Two knights, one calling me their dream

One written in shakespirian for whatever reason

... I just realized this one has feathers and a shit ton of money in it and called me their jewl

One of the more scaryer ones just says I'm comeing, dont fight it

And more oddities.

Well, might aswell use that cash that, maybe Kalim? Sent me to get some defense. Or maybe bribe Azul- scraych that, Floyd and Jade are after me.

I don't want to hide in town and get them hurt...

Oh what to do- what to do-

Knock

Knock

Knock

"Child of man?"

[azulsluver]

I have an idea! Based on a fandom one of the kingdoms have smth called paramour, which is an unofficial lover x sugar baby kind of relationship which focuses on money and physical affection but not on emotional bond. Imagine the yans crushing on you, but they found out that you're a paramour of a student from an influential old money family in NRC (bc rich kids = got the money for dates and physical affection) or worse, a royal. Going on dates and giving physical affection for cash ? Yes please

Sugar daddy!au who? I'm just gonna say this takes place in a college. Bills are high and you gotta pay them somehow! Because there are so many handsome and beautiful men on campus how could you choose? The reader has to have a good schedule when meeting up, changing their attitude to fit the yandere's desire.

So maybe Monday for Riddle, having tea with him as he tells you his success in his major, your praises are to die for. I see him being new in having a sugar baby and most definitely will fall hard.

Tuesday would be for Malleus, he has a lot of free time yet you sadden him by spending with him on Tuesdays. Taking long walks in his private garden, his conversations are a little random but you get paid well. Out of all the sugar babies he’s had you stayed the longest.

Leona would take any day, so you schedule with him on Wednesday. And let's be real here, Leona probably has plenty of sugar babies but you're his favorite. He loves spoiling pretty things like you, a smooch would be a nice thank you.

You’re favorite out of the most would be Kalim, putting little effort to dress up every Thursday since you’ll mostly be wasted at his parties. Kalim would give you anything you wanted as long as you give him the pleasure of your attention. And he pays quite a big tip.

You get to have a free discount every Friday at the lounge! Lucky you, everything is free as long as you abide Azul’s rules. You’d be the prettiest/handsomest thing to spoil, anything you can every want would be granted for a fair price of course. And you get to sit on his lap while he does paper work or have talks with clients!

On Saturday’s is where you constantly check your phone, Idia would spam your messages; telling you where to meet up and what outfit you should exactly wear. For a shut-in he has good taste, most of your hours with Idia are left sitting and looking at a screen, you’ll leave with a couple of kisses to reward his in game victory. 

You have to have Sunday with Vil, it’s a must need. You’re pampered like a doll and have a personal collection of designer bags and clothes. Fawning over your hair, makeup and clothes, you do regular photo shoots with Vil in secret. (Rook is the photographer btw) Vil regularly tells you how grateful you should be, he doesn’t spoil just anyone.

And them finding out about you being a paramour to not them but many others?! Oh the horror! Some will point their fingers at you and some will see it as competition. How foolish of them to fall for you, you’d sigh as some come close to strangle the other, one on his knees and pleading for you to choose. The event won’t end until you make a decision, it would’ve been best if none found out about the whole ordeal. 

[demonichikikomori]

Proper Training

COMMISSION

Yan!Vil Schoenheit x Yan!Fem!Reader x Leona Kingscholar Word Count: 5k+

Art is by eb_hua on Twitter!

Hey, hey, heyyyy! I'm back with a finished commission! So, this one is actually based on the fic My Queen's Command that I wrote as a birthday gift! The wonderful devil @genuinelydisappointed asked that I write... Kinda like a spin off? But they aren't connected. If you do want a general vibe of what this piece may entail... Feel free to read that then come back! I hope you like it!~!

SUMMARY:

Leona has reminded you plenty that Vil wants nothing to do with you. Why? Simply because you are unskilled. With a bit of help and training, you feel as though you can finally please the one you adore the most! However... Vil doesn't seem very happy finding out that you've been spending time with someone else...

Tags: Leona is Here Kinda/Yandere x Yandere/Reader is a Casual Stalker/Nipple Play

Your head bobbed slowly as the hand in your hair roughly tugged as a silent demand for more. You were getting better, but you were often reminded by Vil that it wasn’t good enough. That it would never be good enough until you worked harder. Until you showed that you were willing to improve for the sake of pleasuring your Queen. 

“Come on Herbivore, you can do way better than this. Is this what you did for Vil? No wonder he ignores your ass.” Leona scowled from his seat at the edge of the bed. The beast gave a languid and strong roll of his hips against your face. The force of his mushroomy tip smashed into the back of your throat as you relaxed your jaw around him and worked on not gagging. His soft groans indicated that you were doing well, but you knew it wasn’t enough yet. Not until he painted the back of your velvety throat with semen.

You were indifferent to the scenario you had put yourself in with Leona Kingscholar. With Vil always treating you so cold, you chalked it up to your abilities to bring pleasure were seen as inadequate to your queen whom you adored. Last Friday you spent sulking during school hours as you watched Vil from afar (in one of your many hiding spots). He was speaking with a student you couldn’t be bothered to remember the name of about an upcoming assignment. The sight left you with a pit of anxiety. What if he gave up on you? What if he chose someone else to please him? Someone that he deemed better than you? The sound of footsteps from behind you made you stop and look back at the person approaching. With his strong tan colored arms crossed over his chest and a raised brow, Leona Kingscholar caught you in the middle of ‘admiring’ Vil. The king of beasts was suave, and you never bothered to pay him any mind before. He was like charcoal beside your diamond of a queen. But when he kneeled beside you with a smirk and made a deal with you that was sure to win you Vil’s affections; you agreed without hesitation. 

He and Vil had some history as close friends, and Leona knew what a man would like when receiving service. So you allowed him to ‘tutor’ you on the weekends and after school. This would be the second week of hard work between you and Leona. 

You attempted to apologize for your lack of skill as you grunted and whined around Leona with furrowed brows as you bobbed your head quickly. You could feel him throbbing against your tongue. Oral sex was as far as you would allow Leona to take things. You promised your body to Vil, but you desperately needed the practice. And since you usually shut your eyes, you could easily block out the beast man and imagine Vil praising you and petting you from above. You felt your cheeks become hot as a hand rested on your head, and your wild imagination turned it from the beasts, into the queens. 

You wanted Vil to pet your head.

Leona gasped as he came without warning. His rough, clawed nails scraped into your scalp as he pulled your head closer into his crotch. Your nose flush against the base and buried into the dark curly hairs of his pubes. His hips rutted against your face as your expression twisted into a cringe and your eyes fluttered open. Right, tutoring would end here with Leona. 

“You’re not that bad actually, Herbivore.” He huffed as he retracted his hand from its resting place. It allowed you to slowly pull away from his softening cock with a soft ‘pop’ sound. The semen that coated the inside of your mouth always had a bitter and salty taste, stringy and thick as it mixed with your drool and coated Leona’s cock. It wasn’t exactly unpleasant in taste and texture, but it was a stark contrast to the addictive citrusy flavor and silky smoothness of Vil’s seed. When being tutored by Leona, you were always told to swallow even when you didn’t really want to. All men would find it attractive. Even your precious Vil would be thrilled that you drank up his sperm with a content expression. With a quiet gulp and a gasp of disgust, Leona flopped back on his cushiony bed with a content hum. “I think we should take a break on our visits. I’ve been having this bad feeling recently.” He expressed with a disinterested tone that there may be a bad omen in the air. 

With the two of you meeting up added into your usual routine of rushing back to Pomfiore to spy on Vil, there may be some curious eyes looking for you to see what caused the change. You rose to your feet as Leona lazily peeled away his uniform to toss among the other scattered clothes on the floor. “Your toothbrush is in the bathroom. Clean up before you go.” He instructed as he propped himself up on an elbow to grab a tissue box from his night stand. 

When Leona was completely naked and spent… You couldn’t help but to throw a few glances his way when it was time for you to return to Pomfiore. The dips and hills of his muscles and how they flexed with his lazy movements, the bright green of his tired eyes, the waves and coils of his chocolate colored hair, how his dark skin shimmered in the hot sun when he laid in the light. How his ears flattened, how his tail flicked, how he would slide his tongue over his cuspids when he had the energy to hump into your face. It was nice that he allowed you to practice with him. It was nice that he offered in the first place.

As you rubbed at your wet lips with the back of your hand you headed to the bathroom with a small frown. This would be the end for a while. But, you learned a lot with the sessions you shared with the beast king. “Do you need someone to walk you out? I can get Ruggie to go with you.” He asked through a yawn as he cleaned himself off and you shook your head slowly. “I can go by myself again.” You assured as you vanished into the bathroom to brush your teeth and he discarded the stained tissue to the floor as well.

~-+-~

You left the scorching sun behind as you returned to the hall of mirrors with your purse adjusted onto your shoulder. Your spare toothbrush had been packed away to return with you to Pomfiore since your lessons with Leona would be momentarily halted until this ‘bad feeling’ went away. 

“Reine du Poison!” 

An annoying voice called out to you from beside the stone mirror of the gorgeous campus of Pomfiore. The owner of the voice had his eyes shut with the corners creased. He smiled softly with his hat tilted in greeting as you stared at him with murky eyes. Rook gave you the nickname to honor you and your loyalty to Vil. You didn’t usually pay too much attention to someone like him, and you usually didn’t need to since he allowed you to get close and comfortable with the Queen in your own way. “Roi du Poison has called for you! Where have you been?” He asked with an upbeat chirp and a light tilt of his head. His hat began to slide and hid his bright green eyes as you adjusted the strap of your purse onto your shoulder with an agitated frown as he adjusted his hat as well. The crinkles that formed in the corners of his eyes deepened as he patiently waited for you to respond. 

But you knew that he already had the answer to his own question. “I was out with Leona.” You answered honestly as you approached the mirror, paying little to no mind towards the surveillance camera on legs. “Can I see Vil now?” You asked as you stared into the glass separating you from the Housewarden you ached to see. The castle styled dorm was on the other side, and you could feel your face starting to grow hot with excitement shaking your body. “Of course, he asked me to escort you from here to there.” Rook opened his eyes as you began to walk through the glass without him. Not bothering to return any dialogue with the bob cut bodyguard. You did not need an escort of any kind. You knew your way to Vil’s chamber the same way you knew the entirety of his weekly routine. The destination was etched into your heart along with many other details on your beloved Queen. Your lack of attendance and attention after classes and on the weekends must have greatly upset Vil and you could feel guilt starting to settle in your stomach. 

But that stuff between you and Leona was just training, you were practicing to please His Majesty. You did it for him. Everything you do is for him. You had no reason to feel guilty for your actions.

Rook was close behind with his steps falling into the beat of yours. You walked across the grandiose courtyard in collective silence. Your heart was pounding in your chest as you looked up towards the windows that would take you down the hall to the Housewarden’s dorm room. And there, you saw a light brush from the thin white curtains. He was there. He must’ve been waiting for you to finally show up. Vil must have truly missed you. Your heart began to swell in your chest as a smile snuck onto your lips. You would have to put on some lip gloss before going into his room, maybe… Just maybe you’ll get a kiss from your beloved Queen! That has to be because he missed you! He’s rewarding your obedience with a kiss!

Rook walked ahead of you to open the large double doors to the castle-like dorm. “Les dames d'abord.” He sang as his eyes remained shut. It was clear that he was refusing to look at you. But that wouldn’t affect your day nor would it change how well you slept at night. Your eyebrow twitched with fleeting agitation as you were reminded that Rook was still following. His very presence was bothering you as you passed him with your nose turned up. “I can walk by myself.” You assured with venom seeping into your tone. Rook chuckled softly. Was there something amusing about your distaste? “Oh please, allow me to escort you. Roi du Poison insisted that I walk you to his chamber.” Rook purred softly as he shut the doors after the two of you entered. You could smell the lingering scent of Vil’s favorite cologne as you walked across the wine colored carpet with haste. You remained frowning as Rook stuck close behind. The two of you walked down the seemingly abandoned halls. It was unusually quiet today in Pomfiore. Especially for it to only be 3:30 in the afternoon. It could be a case that Vil needed peace and quiet and demanded all of the students keep the noise to a minimum, he’s sent out a mass text in the past so it wasn’t strange to assume. 

As you reached the outside of Vil’s door, you reached into your purse to pull out a clear gloss to slide over your lips. You needed them to be exceptionally shiny when Vil spoke to you. You smoothed out the hem of your uniform skirt and pulled out your phone to ensure not a hair was out of place as you knocked on Vil’s door. Your heart was beating against your eardrums with the anticipation of seeing Vil personally. How long has it been since he had called you to his room? 

“Enter.”

You obeyed the command with no hesitation while Rook closed the door swiftly and silently behind you. It was almost impossible to fight back your grin as you turned to face Vil’s vanity with your items tucked back into your purse and your hands pretzeled in front of you. “Kneel.” Vil commanded from his vanity, not bothering to turn around to greet you, and you dropped to your knees. You admired Vil putting on a matte, apple-red lipstick in his mirror from your new position as you removed your purse to place it beside you. Dressed in a silk robe in a royal shade of indigo, his hair was done up in a neat braided bun. With the sun pouring in through his window with his curtains parted, the scene before you was bewitching.

“You’ve been hiding from me.” Vil commented with a tone of discontent before he meshed his painted lips together and judged the color silently. His amethyst colored eyes lingered for a moment with a wave of content before they floated to the image of you kneeling in front of his door like a patient dog. “Would you like to tell me why?” He was giving you the illusion of choice. “I wasn’t hiding from you my Queen! I promise- Please let me explain!” You defended quickly as your smile fell and your emotions flipped from positive; to negative. Your worried eyes locked with his piercing amethyst gaze. An intimate heat began to pool between your thighs and your heart skipped as you struggled to find the words. He was looking at you.

“I… I was worried that maybe… I wasn’t enough for you.” You explained nervously with bashfulness blanketing over the worry you felt. “I went and practiced-” 

“Practiced?” He quipped with a brow raised and the corners of his lips downturned. “What does that mean? Practiced? You haven’t been coming to Pomfiore after classes ended. What practice are you doing outside of here?” You felt your mouth become dry and your face became hot as the guilty feeling from earlier returned. “Leona told me that you two were close friends, and he offered to tutor me since I couldn’t get your attention-” The Housewarden slammed his palms against his vanity table and stood abruptly from his cushioned stool. The tension in the air became thick as your thighs began to tremble and you rubbed your knees together from excitement. Maybe this was the beginning of a scene Vil had prepared for the two of you after a lack of intimacy for so long. He wasn’t actually angry at you, right?

Short black heels layered in velvet accompanied his silk robe as he approached you slowly with his hands tightened into fists. “Kingscholar? That’s who you’ve been seeing instead? A luxury house rug?!” The champagne blond’s lips were curled back, his jaw was tightly clenched, and his cheeks had gone red. His eyes were filled with scorn and disgust that left the soft cotton of your panties sticky. Vil nudged at your knee with the toe box of his heel. The soft velvet made you tremble as your legs began to subconsciously part and the two of you maintained eye contact. “Over a lack of attention from the one you adore?!” He snapped and you felt taken aback by his anger. He was truly upset with your actions and how you foolishly allowed yourself to be taken advantage of. The Housewarden’s heeled foot slid between your thighs and pushed until it was pressing against your clit bound beneath thin cotton fabric. “What did you do with Kingscholar? Tell me every detail, now.” Vil commanded as your hips began to slowly roll against his heeled-shoe to obtain relief for the ache between your thighs. As his hands uncurled from their fists and crossed over his chest, you gave a small nod of understanding. “I practiced my oral skills… I thought that they weren’t good enough to please you since I couldn’t ever get your attention. So… Leona offered to tutor me since the two of you are close.” You answered honestly as Vil allowed you to continue the leisurely rutting against him. 

“You didn’t think to consult me first?” He asked as you shook your head with your face burning from embarrassment. You trusted Leona’s word since you’ve seen the two socializing before. And everyone adores Vil. It would make sense that Leona was the same. Right? Or so you thought, seeing how gullible you were to trust someone like Leona had landed you in trouble with Vil. The Housewarden pressed his foot harder into your crotch with a disappointed ‘tut’ of his tongue. “What else?” He asked as he inched his foot back, and your hips shamelessly chased the friction. "Nothing! Only using my mouth!” You promised as his arms fell from their crossed state and his hands reached for the sash on his silk robe. “Let’s see about the work you’ve been doing then.” Vil pulled elegantly at the fabric and allowed the garment to slide from his shoulders and drape over his forearms. 

Grinding slowly against his heel as you chewed on your lower lip, you began to carefully stroke Vil’s slowly hardening erectioning. Pretty, and very eager for attention. Your attention. “I’ll be grading your performance harshly.” He warned through a soft inhale and the excitement returned. Presented before you was his erect cock, twitching in your fingertips and awaiting service. Your jaw was slack as he pressed his hand against the back of your head. Perfectly manicured nails digging into the flesh of your scalp as he guided you to take his cock into your mouth. Gliding against the plush, wet velvet of your tongue and nudging against the back of your throat. That training with Leona helped, but actually working to please Vil was far more intense. Feeling the smooth velvet skin inside of your mouth your heart skip with ecstasy. Vil was allowing you to suck him off. 

Even though Rook told him about the training sessions you had with Leona, Vil was able to forgive you.

You bobbed your head slowly, your nose bumping against the porcelain skin below his navel and the scratchy stubble where his pubes once were. Carefully sucking and hollowing your cheeks. Rubbing your tongue against the veins and sensitive slit. Massaging his balls with one hand keeping you steady with the help of his muscular thighs. “I will admit… You have improved.” The compliment sounded sour as you continued on with your heart pounding in your ears and your hips sneakily humping against his foot. You mumbled a ‘thank you’ despite your mouthful that caused the Housewarden to shudder with delight. “You’re welcome.” He whispered with a frown tugging at the corners of his mouth. He scratched gently at your scalp and his hips rolled with the rhythmic pace you set. Your tongue rolled over the tip as you slowly pulled away with a loopy grin and your eyes falling shut. You lapped up the sweet and addicting flavor of his precum, hungry for much more as you quickly deep throating the cock you desperately craved. As Vil began to twitch and throb, he suddenly pressed his hand against your forehead to halt your movements. You looked up at him with your eyes widened and you began to feel worried. Did he not like it? 

“I just don’t want to cum yet.” He sighed quietly as if he was ashamed of something. Vil’s cheeks were flushed and his usual sharp gaze had softened from the overwhelming pleasure. The only thing connecting you to his erection was a thin string of saliva that was starting to separate. “Up. Onto the bed with me.” He instructed as he stepped away so you could get to your feet. A sense of pride swelled in your chest as you slowly rose to your feet, swearing that steam was rising from your skin. He didn’t want to cum yet, and he’s allowing you to touch his expensive sheets he had imported. You watched with awe as he discarded his robe to the expensive chaise longue at the foot of his bed. As he sat on the edge of the mattress, he removed his black heels and cast a glance towards where you stood. 

“Now.”

The bite in his voice snapped you out of your thoughts as you rushed to the opposite side and slipped out of your uniform. The soft and smooth satin of the sheets smelled of Vil. You had to resist the urge to plant your face into the fabric as you threw everything haphazardly to the floor with a smile. The moment your soaked panties were discarded, you could feel his strong grip around your forearm. “Come here.” He growled and yanked on you as if you weighed nothing to him. You slid across the large mattress and against his side as he pressed a kiss against your cheek. You could feel the sticky matte wax of his lipstick stain the skin. It left you with a flutter in your chest as he kissed along your jawline, occasionally biting at the skin until he reached your throat. His tongue rubbed against your pulse point as a hand slipped between your thighs. 

You couldn’t choke back your whimper as he began to suck on the sensitive skin on your neck while massaging your clit with both his middle and pointer finger. Vil didn’t usually leave you with marks in visible places, and you were taught to follow his example. It was possessive, and this relationship between you wasn’t exactly official according to the Housewarden. You yelped softly as he nipped at the bruising mark that had formed on your skin. Nice and high where the white collar of your uniform shirt wouldn’t be able to hide it. “Did you do anything like this with Kingscholar?” He asked softly, his warm breath danced over the abused flesh and you shook your head with a shiver. 

A content hum followed as his fingers slowed to a stop and pulled away. His strong grip on your arm loosened as he then eased you into laying back against his expensive pillows. Before the daydreams could start, a squeak left your mouth and your eyes widened. With you laid against the silk sheets of his mattress you flinched as Vil’s nails pinched your hardened nipple. You struggled to swallow down your cry as your hands quickly found purchase in the expensive fabric below you. Vil narrowed his eyes down at your bare body. “What was that? Speak up. I can’t understand you.” He snapped with a snarl as he tugged at the hardened bud and your skin prickled with goosebumps. “I’m sorry.” You whispered as you squeezed your thighs tightly together as he began to massage your breast in his large palm. “You’re sorry?” You nodded as you rubbed your thighs together and choked back a whine. “I didn’t mean to make you upset…” You apologized softly as Vil looked taken aback. Eyes widened for a moment before narrowing into sharp lines. “Upset? You think that I would be upset over what you do? That ‘situation’ with Leona is over now isn’t it? I’m not upset.” The tone of his voice sounded as though he was speaking to himself and not you. But you wouldn’t comment further. He was silent as his hands slowed to a stop and rested on your chest. He was still and silent, looking at the mounds in thought as he gently began to massage your nipples with his fingers. “I forgive you.” His voice was quiet. As if the words were only for you to ever hear, and you accepted them gratefully. 

His head dipped low and he began to kiss along your collarbones. Stamping his lipstick against your skin as your nipples were pinched and teased by his elegant and skilled fingers. Your hips trembled as you grew wet with excitement, quieting your moans and whimpers in case a certain guard remained posted outside the door. But with every surprise pinch of the champagne blond’s fingers, a startled gasp would erupt from your mouth. Soon, a hand vanished from your chest and slipped between your thighs. “When I’m finished, you may shower. But you are to return to my room afterwards.” Vil instructed as you glanced down at the hand between your thighs. A moan pushed out of you as his middle and pointer finger slipped inside of your hot, wet cavern. It was tight and sensitive due to the lack of use, and you rocked your hips slowly with need. “I understand.” Your response came out in the form of a breathless exhale as your eyes fluttered shut. “I plan to cum inside. To remind you that only I have the right to do so. Aren’t I so generous?” His sultry tone and quick pumping fingers left you aching as he latched his painted lips onto your neglected nipple; and sucked. You couldn’t fight back the moans and gasps that fell from your mouth and hung shamelessly in the air. The way his teeth would nip at the sensitive bud or how his tongue would roll over the marks left behind. How his fingers would pump into you and press up into that special section of nerves he loved to abuse… You wanted more. You needed more. 

As if some higher power answered your prayers, Vil stopped and climbed on top of you. His hands wrangled you into a position with him above you, and your legs thrown over his hips. Usually you would ride him until he finished, and would be sent along your way. This was very different from the usual sexcapades you shared. You liked the difference. His hand lined his cock against your throbbing entrance as the other massaged your breast with teeth marks embedded into the skin. “Do you want me to fuck you?” He asked and you nodded. With a rough pinch to your nipple you yelped and your hips jerked up towards Vil’s shaft. “Y-Yes.” You answered as he slowly bucked against the entrance, but did not slide in. The slick that was pouring out of you coated the velvety skin as he massaged himself against the plush folds of your pussy. “Do you want me to cum deep inside you? To fill you up and remind you how much I love you?” He asked as the flutter in your chest intensified. “Yes, please?” You begged as he began to rub the tip against your opening. The slight breech left you breathless as you looked up at him. Once your gazes locked, he wordlessly began to fill you as his hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you up into his lap. Only soft moans were shared as he pushed himself deep inside and nestled the tip against that very familiar bundle of nerves inside of you. 

He began a slow and steady rhythm that rocked the bed beneath you. Your hands let go of the sheets and hesitated to reach out and touch Vil. Only when he gave you a nod as a form of ‘okay’ did you rest your hands against his strong thighs. The snap of his hips and the soft smack of skin made you overwhelmed with bliss as you allowed yourself to become boneless. To become an object of pleasure for the man you adored the most. You wanted to please him, to show him how badly you wanted to be used by him. To become nothing more than an empty headed slave he can call on whenever he wants. His thrusts had become rough as he hunched over you, his braided bun falling loose as a sheet of sweat clung to his flawless skin. His cheeks flushed, his pupils huge and dilated from lust. You could stare at the sight forever. “Do you love me?” He asked with a growl following as he leaned closer and pressed his sweaty forehead against yours. A bead of sweat trickled down his temple and kissed the space where your skin greeted his. “Of course I do.” You answered weakly, there was no other way to express the intense emotions you felt towards your Housewarden. “Say it.” Vil commanded as his amethyst eyes burned into yours. Sloppy thrusts and met your convulsing walls as you felt you and Vil reaching the euphoric high the both of you desperately craved whenever the two of you met. 

“I love you, Vil.”

The words left your lips as you lifted your hands from his thighs to carefully cup his face. The moans became louder and the sloppy snap off his hips became rougher as you came first. Your orgasm was amplified with the overstimulation of Vil continuing without you. But you never begged him to stop. You wouldn’t dare. You babbled and sobbed, hands going to pull at his hair as he shakily rut into you one final time. The flow of warmth deep into your womb made your eyes flutter shut and your body fell still. 

Vil slowed his hips to a complete stop as you laid limp against the mattress. “Don’t do that ever again.” The blond whispered, but you weren’t sure what he meant. The gold tresses of his hair that had fallen loose from his tightly braided bun and his apple red lipstick had become smeared across his cheek. “Do you understand me?” He asked with a soft growl as you weakly nodded. But again, you had no idea what he was referring to. A soft smile spread across your face as his lips brushed over yours. Your hands released his hair from your tight grip as Vil gently encased your lips in a short kiss. Chaste and sweet; you were craving more. “I’m glad we had this talk.” His voice ghosted over your skin as his soft pink tongue slid over your bottom lip next. Your eyes widened with shock as he cupped your face and eased the muscle into your mouth. Your heart was racing as your lips meshed together and your drool mixed with the Housewardens. 

His bright red lipstick stained the soft skin on your lips and smeared against your skin and his. You had entered a form of Nirvana you had always wanted to experience.

When Vil pulled away, his hands cupped the sides of your face as his nails began to dig into the burning skin of your cheeks. A smile of his own had formed as you felt your heart skipped and jumped in your chest. “If I catch you with that beast again, or anyone for that matter,” He whispered and pressed a kiss against your other cheek. The red makeup stained your skin among the many other kiss marks and saliva. The blond looked down at you, his gaze burning and searing your flesh; as if he were trying to engrave his name into your soul. “I’ll have no choice but to kill you.” His voice was lowered so only you could hear him and this promise. And you were happy to nod in complete understanding.

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[aroseformyself]

yan twst x s/o that has special blanket/stuffie mc was already kidnapped and lives with the yan

fun fact: i still hug my special blanket when i go to sleep

he would NEVER throw it away. it means so much to you and the last thing he wants to do is make you cry over a stuffed animal. they make it a game, they’ll hide your stuffed animal and if you find it, you get to keep it, if you don’t you get to hug him instead. (get jealous when you find it though)

LEONA, malleus, FLOYD, ROOK, cater, ruggie, alhaitham, AYATO, wanderer, childe

thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever and ofc he lets you keep it. he loves cuddling with you while you hug it, he might even buy another one that matches it so you can have matching ones. then if he does buy a matching one he would go “mwah” and press them together going “their in love!”

KALIM, lilia, IDIA(flustered), rook, azul, silver, deuce, VENTI, kazuha, itto, KAVEH

he thinks its endearing how you hold it close to you while you sleep, and thats it. he doesn’t get jealous nor mad that you don’t hug him while he sleeps because he knows you have no one else to love. he lets you keep it and hugs you while your sleeping to cuddle.

JAMIL, JADE, ace, vil, silver, ALBEDO, diluc, ZHONGLI, xiao(after a while), THOMA, tighnari, cyno, kaeya

plain jealous. he doesn’t like how your clinging to a stuffie but he doesn’t stop you, he would just bare with it to keep you happy. he would rather you hug a stuffie at night then you be mad at him. (even though he wants to hold you / he wants you to hold him.)

RIDDLE, jack, sebek, azul, EPEL, GOROU, kaveh, heizou, XIAO, WANDERER

[seiyasabi]

GBF

(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth. 

This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up. 

TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc.. 

Please proceed with caution!)

“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look. 

Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.

Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”

That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is! 

“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”

You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook! 

“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered? 

“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval. 

“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be? 

“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”

That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you. 

“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.” 

He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.” 

You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.” 

You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.” 

Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!” 

“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.” 

This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?! 

“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?” 

He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.” 

Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?! 

You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.” 

“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand? 

“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!” 

He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.” 

A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“ 

“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.” 

This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“ 

“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.” 

The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?” 

“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny. 

“I-what- are you threatening me?” 

“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.” 

Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“ 

“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.” 

Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more. 

“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails. 

-

You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related. 

It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence. 

The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’ 

But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat. 

Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway, 

But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence. 

And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him. 

You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention. 

“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap. 

You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.” 

His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils. 

“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease. 

“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“ 

Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.” 

You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“ 

He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.” 

When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“ 

Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly. 

“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.” 

You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“ 

“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.” 

You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself. 

“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering. 

“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.” 

“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“ 

“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents. 

You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath. 

“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain :// 

He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something. 

“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?” 

Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die! 

Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no! 

Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest. 

He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something. 

“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him. 

“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.” 

Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?” 

He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?” 

You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?” 

He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment! 

“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.” 

Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac. 

You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate. 

“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.” 

A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room. 

“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?” 

“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!” 

Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed. 

“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.” 

He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed. 

You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.” 

He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go. 

Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you. 

He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care. 

You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock. 

Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago. 

He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.  

You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,” 

Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!” 

He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it. 

“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.” 

When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it. 

“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face. 

“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny. 

“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.” 

He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit. 

Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you. 

Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing. 

“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit. 

“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him. 

“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride. 

“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.” 

Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way. 

“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.” 

You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch. 

He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.” 

You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.” 

With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.”