#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟
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@aristarchos said: [WATER KISS] // leovil siren verse if you're up for it <3
( BEACH/POOL STARTERS )
[WATER KISS] - our muses share an underwater kiss
Wysteria eyes watched from his place among the reef as the shadow of the row boat glided over the surface of the water. Even from that alone he knew who it was. The carved mark on the bottom of the boat just helped distinguish it from any other who might brave the waves in a small ship. No one ever did. Only one brutish idiot ever dared such tasks.
Vil pushed up with a powerful thrust of his tail to breach the surface and latched onto the side of the boat with clawed hands. Sure enough , there was that pirate captain sitting there with an arrogant smirk that often temped Vil’s desire to drown him. He might not do that , but he could do the next best thing.
“ Take a breath , brute. “ He remarks , grabbing the front of Leona’s shirt and hoisting him up and over the side of the boat. There he pulled Leona down beneath the glittering waves , his long tail swirling around them. Here fish darted like little jewels and the world was quieter in some ways - certainly muffled to someone like Leona as opposed to Vil. His hands moved up to the captain’s face , admiring the brilliant green eyes that stared back at him.
Then Vil leaned down as he saw the bubbles of air escape and pressed their lips together , drawing him into a deep kiss as well as supplying him with more air. It’d been so long since they’d last seen each other. There was a possessiveness in Vil’s grasp , a rare territorial side that flared as he pressed his form and tail against Leona’s body. It’d crossed his mind that one day , maybe Leona wouldn’t come back. But he had.
His hands moved , reacquainting with the lion’s strong jawline and over the skin and muscles. As much as he enjoyed this kiss , there was only so much before Leona would need more air than he could give. He tapped twice , a warning before he pulled away and brought them to the surface again , to both boat and the nearby little island few knew of. “ It’s been a while. “ He finally says while fixing the wet mane of the lion and easily continued to support him while they floated.
#aristarchos#<3 here you go#i had to for them#vil: i didn't miss you :/#also vil doing this HGJDFG#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟#〉the secret gem of the ocean〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil siren verse⌟#〉relations: (leona & vil) : keeping a secret sealed with a kiss 〈 — ⌼
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SR Vil Schoenheit Beans Camo Voice Lines
Summon Line: Do you think I fear those Monsters simply because I am on the Farmer team? Anyone foolish enough to take me on will be in for a bitter lesson.
Groooovy!!: I find you learn more about your teammates when fighting beside each other. You're doing quite well, despite everything.
Home: I'll win this with style.
Home Idle 1: Strategy and deception are a huge part of the Beans Day... But if they wish to pull one over on me, they'll have to find some first rate actors.
Home Idle 2: Once, a long time ago, my father and I celebrated Beans Day in between movie shoots... That is a memory that I'll never forget.
Home Idle 3: Usually, every morning, I drink a smoothie made with ingredients that I carefully select myself, but today smoothie was made with beans. I made it specifically for this event.
Home Idle - Login: I don't mind getting dirty if it means my victory. I'll show everyone that I am more than just a beautiful man.
Home Idle - Groovy: This event not only has you utilize your stamina, but also your intelligence, and self-growth capabilities... Now that you've heard that, what will you do?
Home Tap 1: Would Rook go easy on me? Of course not. He absolutely knows that I loathe those that will not strive earnestly for victory.
Home Tap 2: Perhaps the Film Research Club's next movie will be a survival film. After the experience I'll glean here, I might be able to actually portray a character who is fighting to survive in a harsh circumstance.
Home Tap 3: It's true that any battle outside would also be a battle against UV rays... What, did you think I would resign myself to my fate in these battles simply because of that?
Home Tap 4: Those that never show their innermost feelings are the ones who can develop the nastiest plots. ...I need to keep an eye on Jamil.
Home Tap 5: While wearing camouflage, dirt and damage become more of an attractive sight. It shows just how seriously you are taking these fights.
Home Tap - Groovy: Well now, don't you move fairly gracefully. But, don't let my praises inflate your ego. We need to stay focused.
Requested by Anonymous.
#twisted wonderland#twst#vil schoenheit#twst vil#twst translation#twst beans day#mention: rook#mention: jamil
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I have too many Twisted Oc... I decided why not add some funny moments about them to this blog.
I labeled my characters ✌️ Also, there may be mistakes, because English is not my first language. I'm so sorry. Good reading~
Warnings: Fem! characters, mistakes, platonic or romantic relationships.
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Riddle:- Anyway, I've got a list of your negative traits.
Jester (My Oc):- You didn't get lazy~ Come on, sweetie pie, shine~
Riddle:- Point one: Irresponsibility. Point two: frivolity. Point three... What did you call me?!
Jester:- Ha-ha-ha-ha! How many points are on that list?
Riddle:- Three hundred and twenty.
Jester:- Do you want a joke, Riddle? If you add up our height, it's less than points~
Riddle: /Angry dwarf./
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Laryal (my Oc):- Aren't you tired of annoying me?
Jade:-I thought you were asleep.
Larial:- I can't sleep when you're around.
Jade:-Oya-oya...
Larial:- That's not a compliment.
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Coralie (my Oc):- Do me a favour, don't be violent.
Floyd: But no violence is boring!
Coralie: Floyd.
Floyd: - Bo-o-o-oring~
Coralie:- Then I won't hug you!
Floyd:- Uh... Did you get the meaning of words?
Coralie nonchalantly:-I know it won't stop you, but it doesn't bother me. I'll think something else later.
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Yaran (my Oc):-We should all acknowledge that Jack is not a bully, but a real good bo... A-a-amm... Man. That's what the great Professor Cruell said!
Jack:- That's not what he said.
Yaran:- Do you want me to say like he did? No questions! As Professor Cruell said, Jack...
Jack:- Yaran, shut up.
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Katifa (my OC):- ... What do you want, Jamil? I'm terrible at housekeeping.. Okay, also with cooking...
Jamil: - With this you also have problems.
Katifa: - Exactly! When I see a broom, I think: "The great seven with this bug! So it goes and goes, who prevents it?
Jamil: - Me...
Katifa: - Right, no one! Maybe he's going to the bathroom, I'm not going to distract him!"
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Idia:/Rolling in his chair./
Panni (my Oc):- And here we see the interim leader of S.T.Y.X. You can be sure that he will be the last leader, because then our organisation will simply disintegrate after his actions.
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Lilia- I liked you at first sight.
Lilith (my Oc):-Well, yes. Considering we tried to kill each other for a while, then you were the one who sent me into exile, depriving me of my magic, and then became a Malleus's guardian with me... Leaving some things aside, I also liked you at first sight.
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Bridget (my Oc):- Ah. Well, when you, Azul, with your genius mind, strive for self-improvement, stretching your capitalist tentacles to all things new, mastering the unknown... And maybe even the known fraudulent strategies, then when you get mad at my innocent taunts, I'm sure it's just me in your head at that moment~
Azul:- Fantastic... There's only one thing to understand from all this... You like conversations whose topic is yourself.
Bridget:- And about money!
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/Vil and Verity (My Oc) answering the question, "Who's the prettiest?"
Verity:- Vil.
Vil:- Verity.
Verity:- Why didn't you write yourself?
Vil:- Why did I have to write myself?
Verity:- You remind everyone every day how beautiful you are.
Vil:- Have you ever seen me say, "Good morning. I'm handsome."
Verity:- No. You talk about yourself in the third person.
Wil: "Morning. He's handsome." Right?
Verity:- No, that's quite strange. You say: "You all, Potatoes, need to be beautiful, like the famous model Vil Schoenheit."
You can read my other stories if you enjoyed it. Thank you for reading!
#twisted wonderland#twst x oc#twst#riddle rosehearts#jade leech#floyd leech#jamil viper#idia shroud#azul ashengrotto#lilia vanrouge#vil schoenheit
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Time for the 3rd installment of our Valentine’s Event with none other than, Vil Schoenheit and the word: Kiss requested by @twstdaydreamer
This was very fun to write and I hope all of you enjoy this as much as I did.
CW: Alternate Universe: Cinderella and The Beast, OOC, Dark past, and discussion of the death of a loved one.
This ficlet features characters singing certain songs so links will be provided for added experience.
While some lyrics are gendered, the reader still remains gender-neutral.
Word count: 7843
Other works: Chocolate Feat. Jade, Cards Feat. Floyd
A Heart from Me to You
There once was a house as beautiful as those who lived in it. Its Lord and Lady produced a beautiful heir who, at a young age, strived for beauty unequaled to anyone in the mortal plane but at the price of the beauty of his own heart. One day, an old woman with a face aged approached the manor to seek shelter from the blistering snow…Only to be turned away with looks of disgust. This angered the lady, removing her form to reveal herself as a powerful goddess who cursed all who lived in that house with an enchanted rose.
This selfishness was what brought upon the family’s curse that when night fell should the family follow. The beautiful boy suffered from the curse the most, in his transformation did he end up killing those loved.
Now, cursed and alone, the beautiful boy lived in a husk of his own home waiting the days for the earth to take him whole.
“How tragic.” You whisper, sitting by the fire with a book on your lap. You enjoyed break times by the fire and being able to read by your lonesome especially when the winters became bitter in Pyroxene. You closed the book just as the head maid came in.
“Oh look at you, you’ve got cinder marks in your uniform. Come here. You must be careful, dear. The cinder marks are harder to wash off than you think.” She said and wiping the still fresh marks off your sleeves. “It was getting cold,” You explained. “But I’ll be careful next time, I promise.”
“Please and thank you.” She smiled at you the way a mother would to her child. “Come along, Vil will be coming home soon. We should go ahead and greet him.” You follow her towards the door just as you thought about Vil. His father was a famous actor that traveled but it wasn’t often that the two of them were in the same house at the same time.
“Welcome back, Vil.” Said the maid and you, bowing your head. “How was the trip?
Vil Schoenheit stood before you, his winter coat shining with fresh snowflakes and noise a sore red. “It went as it should. May I ask for some hot tea with honey?” You could hear the pulled-back shiver in his voice. “Bring it to me in the bath.” His footsteps were quick even in those high-heeled shoes.
“Can I leave it to you?” The head maid asked. “I still need to finish cooking dinner.”
You nod your head and smoothing out your uniform, ready to take on another task as well as the scrutinizing eye of one Vil Schoenheit.
Three knocks on the door and Vil halted in his actions. “Come in.” You opened the door, pushing the tray carrying tea and small biscuits carefully into the warm room. Vil had already exited the tub and dressed in a robe. Just as you had been taught, you poured a cup of tea mixed with honey and presented it to him.
“Thank you.”
Vil was a beautiful being, he really was. The way his body was sculpted and toned made you think he was carved out of fine marble by the finest artisans. His gaze towards you made you realized you were staring too long. “I-I’ll be on my way, Mister Vil. Please enjoy the night.”
“You’re the new one here, aren’t you?”
Vil set down the cup and stood up, the robe seemed to act like a flowing dress that flowed at the floor as he drew closer and closer to you. “I believe you’re the one whose mother passed last autumn.” You nodded your head with a sigh, remembering the stressful days after your mother was laid to rest.
Times were hard for you and your family, after the sudden passing of your mother, all of you had to make ends meet whenever and wherever possible. Your step-father, Mozus Trein, got a position as a professor in a known school while your step-brothers, Angelo and Donovan, set for the Rose Kingdom.
Angelo became a baker’s apprentice while Donovan became a tailor for an apparel shop. You stayed behind in Pyroxene, snagging yourself as a position as part of the staff of the well-known Schoenheit family. While the pay was good, appearances needed to be kept at all times thus why the head maid was often uppity with you especially on your first days.
“Yes.”
“I offer my condolences to you and your family.”
“Thank you…” You say and you look down at your shoes, your chest feeling heavy and empty at the same time. “But the tears have already been shed. All I want to do now is take care of my father and help my brothers.”
There was a smile on his face and he reached over, patting your shoulder with a damp hand. Up close he smelled of clean soap with a hint of citrus. “You have a strong foundation to keep yourself stable. That’s what I want in the people who work here.” He pats your shoulder again with eyes of judgment. “But these marks on your uniform…”
Ah, crap.
“I stay by the fire during my break times.” You admit quickly and Vil only shakes his head. “It would do you good to stay further away. These cinder marks are unsightly.”
“I will keep that in mind, sir.”
He pulled back his arms and turned around as you were about to take your leave. “By the way, I would like to reiterate something while you’re here because I know the other staff will neglect to tell you this one important detail.”
The mirror before him reflected his serious expression, you gulped feeling as if you broke a rule. “When the sun begins to set. Don’t go to the second floor.”
“What’s so special about the second floor?”
All of you ate on a table, the head maid serving up some warm cream stew. “Ah, that.” You gave your bowl to ask for seconds and she much obliged you. The old lady smiled to herself. “Nighttime is the only time Vil can rest,” She explained. “He’s quite the light sleeper so even the softest of sounds will wake him up.”
The look in her eyes was distant and smile knowing as she handed the bowl back to you. “Do you need anything else? We still have some sweet corn and roasted chicken,” she asked, pushing some more food for you to take. You sip at the hot morsel of food after shaking your head. “No, I’m fine.”
The howling winter winds that rattled your window was something you could never shut out of your mind. For as long as you could remember, you had always sought refuge in the beds of your family whether it be your annoyed yet caring brothers or the understanding tiredness of your parents.
Your mother was the best at calming you, though. She always knew exactly what to do…She was your first teacher, your first friend, your primary protector after the split and she became all the more lively after meeting Mozus, your step-father. And while life adjusted itself perfectly for you and your new family, it didn’t hesitate to strike tragedy at the calmest of times.
Your mother, after all the years she had been fighting and keeping her sickness at bay, succumbed one day in front of your step-father. Even with all the magic remedies and medicines in the world to keep her alive, there was no reversing what had already been done.
“I love you.” She said on her death bed, Trein’s hand never leaving his wife’s. “I love all of you very much. I’m sorry I had to leave so early.”
You and your brothers dealt with the grief differently, all three of them going off to their little corners for days and never showing their faces to you. It was days after the funeral when you saw your father cry, holding a picture of your mother close to his chest.
Since then, you and your brothers always needed to remind each other that they needed to be strong for their father’s sake. Angelo and Donovan spared no time in snatching every opportunity that they could while you stayed behind.
Vil’s words to you repeated like a record in your head, reminding you of how he viewed you. “You have a strong foundation to keep yourself stable.” The winds rattled and you brought your knees to your chest. Was your resolve, your foundation as strong as Vil saw??
Cutlery colliding against each other broke you out of your thoughts and startling you back to reality. Slipping out of bed and into your shoes, you made your way into the kitchen with your hands holding your coat tightly for warmth. The plates clattered amongst themselves and you hear the tap opening and closing.
You listen in the dark, waiting for the next noises. The footsteps were erratic and almost cobbled, the clicking of plates loud and sudden as if something was trying to walk. Had someone tried to break in? You hear the door to the living room open and shut and you poise yourself to follow but grabbing a nearby frying pan to defend yourself.
Opening the door, you hear the pair of footsteps climb up the stairs and you begin to panic. Vil’s room was up there! Whoever it was, was targeting Vil. Your movements hesitated, remembering the rule Vil himself told you.
“When the sun begins to set. Don’t go to the second floor.”
The dead of night had already come and everything around you was dark save for the lamps that provided little help in the snowstorm. You hesitated to move, weighing the options and their potential consequences. Should you stay and let Vil rest knowing a thief was roaming the halls or should you break the rules and protect him with all you had?
You bolted up the stairs without a second thought and the frying pan clutched tight, panting as you got to the top and looking wildly and trying to listen for the familiar intermittent footsteps. You turn to your side with you hear another door opening and closing and suddenly all the lessons you’ve learned grappling with your stepbrothers come back to you in a flash.
You inch towards the room in the door, turning the knob to open the door with a soft creek that makes your insides cringe. In the middle of the room was a floating flower protected by a glass dome, it was red-pink petals shimmering and lightings its vicinity in the same color.
It was mesmerizing to look at.
Setting the pan down to your side, you walked towards it with your hand stretching out to touch the dome that protected it. You dropped the pan entirely to take the dome off the rose, its glow, even more, hypnotizing up close. Just as your finger touched its soft petals, the window to your side blew open in a torrent of cold wind and unfurling the curtains that moved like the waves of a dark sea.
“I wouldn’t touch that if I were you.”
From the darkness within the room, a pair of purple orbs glowed and a growl preceded a warning voice. The intermittent footsteps of a convulsing mannequin were not far off and its happy face brought a lick of terror to your heart.
The creature of the night crawled forwards, its sharp teeth jutting out of its mouth and form menacing and mangled. The windows were soon closed and the curtains dropped to the ground with your foot stepping on the soft fabric.
“Give me the dome.” The monster’s long claws reached out for you and before you stepped back, you slipped; hitting your head on the soft material behind you, the howling winds and the piercing orbs fading to black.
“…I told you not to come in here.”
You stood by the door of your step-father’s study with eyes facing the floor. Angelo and Donovan standing on either side of you. The yellow light gave off a sleepy and exhausted feeling in the realm of books and writing materials. In the very center was a diorama of your family, toys he wanted to surprise the kids with.
And now, the surprise was ruined.
You could feel shame boil in you, it had been only a few months since your mother remarried and you had new brothers to play with…And now your new dad was upset with you. “Come here.” He said, the man suddenly on one knee, your brothers coming over to him in a hug and you followed soon after.
“All of you, such curious little mice.” He said, patting each one of you on the back. “Next time, I want you to ask for permission before you enter the study, alright?” There was a laugh behind you, your mother smiling to herself while she leaned against the doorframe with a blanket over her shoulders. She never got used to the cold she was born in.
“Promise me that.”
“Yes, daddy.” All the children say.
And as you relished the warmth of your new father, something wet trickled down your cheek. Your brother, Angelo, was always the sensitive one of your step-siblings and would not hesitate to stop the sibling tomfoolery the moment things go awry. He held you close, his tears accidentally running down your cheek when you moved, while Donovan sat in the corner with shoulders hunched over. What was once your father’s sleepy study was now the empty hallway of a hospital.
The wind rattled against the windows of the hospital, your mother had succumbed to the sickness on a cold day. And your father was getting everything ready for the eventual end.
“Kids.”
Trein came out of the room, looking older than you remembered. “Your mother would like to talk to you.”
When you turned away from your brother’s embrace, you were seated on the side of your mother’s bed. Her body was sickly and the cold messed with what life remained in her. She smiled at all of you and your eyes began to sting.
“I love you.” She says, her eyes looking so tired. “I love you all very much.” And soon the tears began to fall from her face. I’m sorry I had to leave so early.” You blinked at the hand you held, your mother’s hand soon replaced with Donovan’s as he pulled you from your seat. In his suit, he looked more solemn and his usually long and wild hair was tied back with a ribbon.
“Let’s say goodbye.” He told you and tugged you to the coffin where your mother laid. “Where’s dad?” You turned your head, your hand now vacant and the space behind you a void of nothingness. The door of your father’s study slightly ajar and the familiar yellow light spilling through.
Your steps were echoed and slow, approaching the room slowly. When you were by the door, you peaked through the cracks; your father kneeling on the carpet and holding a figure to his chest. The diorama you once played with in your youth was set up on his table, your mother’s figurine nowhere in sight. There was a held back sob, Trein’s body shaking under his mourning robes.
You took a step back, letting him grieve in his own time.
You knew better than to come in there without permission.
You woke up with a start and a sudden sting to the back of your head. Above you was a chandelier you had no memory of seeing in your quarters and a bed your hands never recognized. Your chest heaved when you pushed yourself up the bed only to be pushed down by the head maid.
“Stay down.” She says, holding your shoulders. The light of the new day filtered through the large window of Vil’s room. Vil stood by the rose with his back facing you, holding the dome to himself just as your breathing leveled and normalized. “You hit your head pretty bad last night,” She explained and felt for the bump that made you hiss.
Last night…
“Was last night real?” You asked, your sudden burst of energy was off-putting especially when you remembered the events leading to the memories you wished to never relish again. “That rose. Was it really glowing? A-and that monster—!”
The dome was placed onto the rose with a loud clack, the glass roughly hitting the marble surface. “T-that’s beside the point!” The maid scolded. “Vil warned you never go to the second floor after the sunsets! Not only did you disobey one of the rules given to you, you hit your head while doing so.”
You bit back a hiss of guilt and opened your mouth to try to retort at your apparent rebellion.
“Elena.”
Vil’s voice was soft yet strict, eyes calm yet sharp. He regarded you for a moment while leaning against the marble table. “Let them be for the day, they’ve hit their head too hard.” You felt yourself shrink under his gaze. “See to it that they have little heavy activities as possible and prioritize that the bump is given care immediately.”
Elena bowed her head, her upset anger still very much apparent.
“Yes, sir.”
Elena’s nimble hands making quick work of dirty dishes. Your head had been bandaged with a compress pressed to where you hit your head. You stared at your meal with little appetite before poking at the grilled fish. “Miss Elena, why does that rose glow?”
The clattering of cutlery stopped and the head maid only sighed, shaking his head. “Always the curious one, aren’t you?” She turned around, leaning against the sink with arms crossed. “That’s one of Vil’s most treasured possessions. An heirloom that came directly from his grandfather then to his father then to him.”
Elena’s eyes looked to the side as if to remember. “I should know. I was there for every passing down. Vil is highly protective of it.”
It might have just been a coincidence, you thought to yourself, that the story you read by the fire had mentioned a rose but that was all there was to it. You ate your breakfast quicker after that. “I’m sorry for my behavior.”
“Next time, listen to your instructions.” She said, taking the plates from you before you could even move an inch to help her.
The feather duster slid against the books, your toes tipping to reach up for the shelves above your head. From there, you took your damp rag and swiped it across the polished wooden table. Yup, this was pretty much not so labor-intensive but it would get painfully boring unless you had some entertainment to go with you so you sang a small song taught to you in your youth.
“A dream is a wish your heart makes when you’re fast asleep.” Your mother loved to sing this song to you and soon, to your new family. Trein especially loved it when they danced together in the living room when the children were ‘seemingly’ asleep. “In dreams, you will lose your heartaches. Whatever you wish for, you keep.” You closed your eyes, feeling the memories of the past come with the melody of your song. You remember the first time you snuck out of bed with your brothers to see your parents slow dancing together. “Have faith in your dreams and someday your rainbow will come smiling through.”
You’ve never seen your mother smile so peacefully nor did you ever see her hug someone so intimately before Trein, in fact, you’ve never seen her do any of those things with your old dad. She was happy. “No matter how your heart is grieving...”
You only wished to see that happiness last longer than it should have. If only things stayed the way they did. “If you keep on believing…”
You envisioned your mother holding you close, singing to you one last time. Just like how she did when could still hold you to your chest. Just one last time…
“The dream that you wish…will come true.”
Sighing, you leaned against your broom saddened by what you made yourself remember. “Oh, I’ll never get my work done at this rate.” You say, taking your equipment with you and almost running out the library with a huff. Next to the fireplace, Vil lay on one of the long couches away from sight. It was only when you went out that he rose from his seat and hunched forward to let his hair cover his face.
He stayed silent, relishing the sound of your voice in his head.
During your break time, you decided to stay outside with a group of mice that decided to keep you company. You never understood why but the small animals around your area always seemed to be kind and almost human-like. When one mouse decided to sit by you while nibbling a small piece of leftover cookies did you begin to speak your thoughts.
“Is there something being hidden from me? Or am I being too nosey?”
One mouse approached you, listening to you at your feet. “I know last night wasn’t a dream, I know what I saw.” You say then feeling for the bump on his head. “It was real, I just know it.” There was a small squeak, one of the female mice touched your hand with her small paw as if to say words of reminder.
‘You’re stressing yourself out.’
Grimacing, you pushed yourself up and patting your uniform off the crumbs and dust. “I know.” You tell them and the mice look up to you in curiosity and concern in their beady little eyes. “I’ll be fine, don’t you worry. I’m a strong mouse just like you! I’m sure I can get to the bottom of this, I just…Need to find a better opportunity.”
The mice squeak in affirmation which makes you giggle. “Ahah, I’ll have to figure it out as I go along.” You tell them and look to the house, knowing that you had to get back in quickly. “I should get going, I’ll come back with some good food tomorrow.” You wave at the mice who give sounds of greeting as you leave.
What you saw on the second floor was real. You know it is. And you were going to prove it. You stopped by one of the mirrors, fixing your appearance quickly. “Huh?” Your hand touches the surface, small cracks brushed by your tips as if someone had driven something sharp into it. Looking up at the sky, you smelled frost in the air. Strong winds would accompany the night again, it seems.
The accompanying snowstorm was as fitting as it ever gave you a feeling of stealth. You always wanted to be a kind of spy when you were younger and here you are living the dream, though some nice gear and some goggles would have helped greatly. The wind blows and rattles the windows harshly when you brought yourself up the stairs.
“Tale as old as time, true as it can be. Barely even friends then somebody bends unexpectedly.”
You walk to the door you saw the beast. Placing a hand on the door to listen. “Just a little change. Small, to say the least. Both a little scared Neither one prepared. Beauty and The Beasy” Hesitantly, you open to turn the door to hear more of the beautiful voice. The room was dark and only the glowing rose giving light to the room around it.
“Ever just the same, ever a surprise,”
A mannequin hunches over a familiar huddle of fur and purple light. The movements of both almost unearthly yet the voice passionate and real…And so familiar. “Ever as before and ever just as sure as the sun will rise.”
The winds rattle harshly again and the beast bundles into a ball in Vil’s bed, the mannequin’s hands shakenly placing its hand on the shivering being. “Tale as old as time, tune as old as song. Bittersweet and strange, finding you can change; learning you were wrong.”
You open the door a little wider and watch the scene unfold. Somehow, it wasn’t your place to interfere at such a moment so vulnerable. “Certain as the sun rising in the east, tale as old as time, song as old as rhyme. Beauty and the Beast ”
The shaking beast’s form calmed itself and the mannequin leaned down, its monotonous face pressing against the mass of fur. A kiss goodnight. The cold of the wind blew through, the mannequin looking at you with its painted eyes. The silence was light and your eyes never leaving each other. Taking a step back, you pulled the door with you until it was shut. Everything was finally coming together.
Vil was the beast.
Breakfast was quiet and the wraps on your head were taken off. Elena made no move or sound to acknowledge you as you ate. “So the beautiful boy cursed by the goddess.” You could hear her hand grip the wet plates tightly and you knew what was coming but, at this point, you didn’t care if you got scolded. “It was Vil, wasn’t it?”
“You were given specific instructions never to go up there at night.” She said sternly.
“It’s him, wasn’t it?” You press again.
“Why are you so pressed on this? What good will it do for you?”
“The mannequin was you, wasn’t it? You were singing to that beast.” Elena fuming, slammed her hand onto the table and that was what made you pull back. “Don’t call him that.” She says and sighs, pulling away from you and straightening her back. “The next time I see you on the second floor, you are out of this house. Do you understand me?”
She takes your empty plates and splashes them into the water. Her breath was harsh and her skin almost sickly looking. A cough leaves her lips and her shoulders shiver. “Would you like some tea?” You ask softly and her shoulders hunch over.
“Yes, dear. Please.”
Just as you took the teapot from the cabinet, she spoke to you again. “Please follow that rule this time. Don’t make this harder for Vil than it has to be.”
You open the kettle and reach for the leaves, hearing the old lady cough.
You were back in the library before the sun began to set and adding wood into the fire for warmth. The snowstorm hadn’t let up since the last night and you were afraid that your quarters was not enough to warm you through the night. Using the heating pair of tongs, you adjust the wood in a way that it would burn properly and not caring if the cinders would cling to your uniform.
During the coldest of nights, you and your mother would love to cuddle by the fire and sleep until the morning. It only became a festive event with the addition of your brothers and your father. She loved the heat, the sleeping feeling it gave her and she loved it the most when Trein held her close.
Your shoulders sag, that was probably the only time you’ve ever seen him at peace. After that…Shaking your head, you push those memories away. You had to be strong, you had to be for the sake of your family. Reaching up, you swat the tears from your face. Your tears had already been wept the day she was buried.
“Stay too close to the fire and your uniform will get singed.”
Vil stood behind the couch, a warm blanket over his shoulders and hair despite being messy made him look immaculate. “I have a request.”
“What is it?”
“You can sing, correct? And sing well.” Ah, you’re not sure if you could answer that one wholeheartedly. Gulping, you nod your head. “I can sing, yes, but well, not really—.” Vil’s huff was hard and eyebrows furrowed. “Do not hide what good you have. It will not grow unless you expose it.”
“O-of course.” You nod your head and Vil closes his eyes. You noticed bags, his skin slightly paled. “Are you here because of the storm, Vil?” Nodding his head, Vil sank down next to you with a sigh. “The windows become too loud at night…I don’t like the sound of it.”
“I understand. I’m not much a fan of it myself.”
“We’re veering off-topic.” He looks to you, “Can you sing for me? At least for a moment.” The windows rattle and he closes his eyes again. You move, patting your lap for him to rest on and he gives you a look. “My mother used to do this to me. It beats having to lay down on flat ground.”
He is hesitant at first but follows after a few minutes of pondering. He lays on your lap, getting himself comfortable and you adjust the blanket on top of him. “Any requests?”
“Anything that will help me sleep.”
The winds rattle and his shoulders hunch. “Alright.”
“Oh, sing sweet nightingale. Sing sweet nightingale high above me.”
Vil’s eyes open ever so slightly, his violet eyes staring in the fire. Any moment, he would transform into the beast of the night. A curse passed down from generation to the next and yet, you stayed to sing. “Sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale high above.”
Elena had not been feeling well recently, her old age and the blistering cold made for one bad fever that she needed rest for. And while Vil was understanding of that, the winds that rattled the windows never ceased to let him sleep.
“Oh, sing sweet nightingale, sing sweet nightingale.”
But that soon changed when he heard you sing in this very library. It reminded him of the soft coo of a dove and the warmth of a wool blanket. “Oh, sing sweet nightingale sing…” His eyes felt heavy and soon his body became weightless, he yearned for the days he could walk out in the sun without fear of the night that was to come.
He yearned for the day he would no longer be afraid…
He yearned deep within his heart.
“Sing sweet nightingale…”
A black beast laid in the place where Vil once was, its gnarly teeth the same purple as Vil’s eyes. Your hands brushed the black fur as the fire crackled and spat cinders from within. The beast, no, Vil’s body laying peacefully on your lap. You move, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek and his body only moving to keep warm against you.
“High above me…”
The enchanted rose glowed dimly, its first petals beginning to fall to the countertop beneath it.
Your eyes open and the wood that once fueled the fire was reduced to ashes. Elena stood over you while Vil, in his human form, slept peacefully on your lap. The two of you shared glances and you immediately opened your mouth.
“I didn’t go upstairs this time.”
She knelt, adjusting the blanket over the sleeping boy’s long figure. You noticed how his body looked in this position, not too lanky and not too toned…but skin so pale from the days he never went out. Come to think of it, he never usually went out unless he needed to. And when he came back, he would stay in for long periods before taking his leave again.
Suddenly, you thought about his parents and wondering if they knew of his situation. Where were they? What happened to them??
Were they affected by the curse as well?
“I’ll bring the breakfast here,” Elena says. “You stay here and watch over Vil.”
Vil had no qualms about eating in the library, given that the fire was warm and the meal was hot. It helped after the bad snowstorm that passed the house for days. You noticed he had a small appetite and a big penchant for drinking lots of fluids. Well, he is a model so you don’t blame him for following the strict regimens.
“You have a nice voice,” Vil says, putting down his cup. “Thank you for last night. I hope that my beastly form wasn’t much of a problem to you.”
Shaking your head, you quickly swallow the stew you were eating. “No, no, it’s quite alright. I’m happy you think that but…About that form.” You feel Elena’s gaze on you and you force yourself to bite back a lingering question.
Vil himself was also silent. “If they’re going to stay here then they should know.” Elena’s shoulders relaxed but her expression remained unsure. “Vil, are you—.”
“I know a person with ulterior motives when I see it.” He looks over to you with a small smirk and boy does it match the messy hair and too droopy clothing. “What we have with us is nothing more than a curious little mouse.”
And you don’t whether that was an insult or a compliment but your squinting eyes only fueled his laughter, those shoulders of his bopping under the protective blanket. “Then what I saw…”
“Everything you saw was real, down to the very last petal of the rose.”
You knew it! You were right!! A smile graced your lips and you sat back against the chair you sat on. Vil took a sip and proceeded to ask more questions, some of which you didn’t have a direct answer to. “Now that you have all the information you need, what will you do with it?”
You looked down at your plate, mulling it over. “Nothing.” You answer. “You called me a curious mouse with no ulterior motive so I’ll do nothing with it.”
Vil hid his smile behind the cup of tea and Elena only sighed, a small burden lifting from her shoulders as the two of you spoke casually.
Vil was moved to the second floor, letting him rest on a real bed. You look around the room, seeing it with proper lighting for the first time. All the mirrors were covered in cloth, some cracked. The paintings that hung on the wall looked immaculate, beautifully painted…Except for one figure whose face was splashed with black. Your brows furrowed, trying to identify who this person was.
“I assume you still have more questions, little mouse.”
Vil sat up, motioning you forward to sit on the edge. “Who is he?” The family’s portrait hung as a centerpiece, you could identify a baby Vil, and his parents sitting across from each other…But that one person standing over them; you couldn’t make heads or tails of it with all the black paint in the way.
“My grandfather.”
A long sigh left Vil, his finger tucking a hair behind his ear. “Before my father went into acting, he was part of the family business led by my grandfather.” He closed his eyes, imagining the warm shop that housed many items and the many people coming in and out to buy supplies. A small Eric would clumsily put grocery items into a paper bag and wrap it, his father looming over him as he collected payments.
“He was strict when needed but his anger knew no bounds when it was released.” Vil slid down onto his bed. “Running a business is difficult, I understand that, but these fits were often quite scary to witness.” Staring into the rose’s glow, the light formed shadows of a figure hunching over a screaming beast. “It led him down a path of ruin, they went out of business and struggled during the bad brunt of the storm season.”
“He wasn’t the best at controlling his emotions, was he?” Vil shook his head at your question. “Not by a long shot. That was the very same anger that led to all this in the first place.” He looked up at the painting with contempt as if the painting stared back at him the same way. “Try as he may, my father could never outrun the curse…Even after I saw born.”
You remembered the book, the story you read by the fire. “Then…”
Vil’s hummed a laugh, eyes blinking slowly. The shadows formed by the glow of the rose moved to a scared family and a shaking figure holding a shadow of the rose. “He yelled at the wrong people, made enemies of those with magic far stronger than anyone could ever imagine.”
The shadows drew dimmer, the beastly form taking shape, roaring at the rose with all its fury and behind it was a weeping family. It all dissipated like a breaking film tape under Vil’s sigh.
Now, cursed and alone, the beautiful boy lived in a husk of his own home waiting the days for the earth to take him whole.
Your heart felt heavy, remembering the last line of the story. “I’m sorry.” That was all you could say to him but he hunched his shoulders with a dismissiveness. “What happened has passed. As you said before: the tears have already been shed.” The rose’s petals fall to the floor below it.
“Is there a way to reverse this?”
“An open heart.” he looked over to you with a smile unable to be read. “That’s all.”
You hung your head, unable to say anything. Vil only wraps his blanket around himself tighter while you stare at the glowing rose until its ethereal color was seared into your memory.
There was a splash of water, Vil sits in the tub with you preparing his robe and other items. “The snow should have receded by now. We could take a walk if you’d like.” As days passed through the house, you and Vil had grown closer. Now that either of you had nothing to hide, the tension that once felt between you was almost nonexistent.
“It has been a while since I’ve gone out. Some sunlight would do all of us good.” He said, leaning back on the tub with eyes closed. “A day in the sun…”
“Indeed. It would be nice to feel some warmth.” You learned that you and he weren’t very different. Both of you loved music, loved the theatre, just anything to dance to. And you also found out that Vil himself had a wonderful singing voice, almost like velvet.
“All those days in the sun, what I’d give to relive just one. Undo what’s done and bring back the light.”
You found out that his mother passed when he was young and his father, Eric, raised him all on his own after his mother was out of the picture. He was Vil’s first teacher, first friend, his support clutch in understanding why he was the way he was. “Days in the sun will return. We must believe—.”
“As lovers do…”
Your voices mingled together and while embarrassed to admit it, you had listened to it to his movies while cleaning. He may have caught you a few times, though. “That days in the sun…Will come shining…Through…” His deep beautiful voice echoed through the chamber, you imagined hearing it in a large theatre. Oh, you were certain Vil would love to do that.
“I always wondered why you never tried theatre.” You didn’t need to turn around to know his expression. “Do you think I’ll make it there, little mouse?”
“You’re Vil Schoenheit, son of Eric Venue. Of course, you will!”
A comfortable silence followed his laugh while you continued to face away from him. The Zen between you two almost unbreakable in the warm bathing room. The flower’s glow dimmed in the emptiness and losing more petals that piled beneath it.
With the music playing in the back, Vil watched from the balcony after getting his fair share of sunlight after the storm had passed. The voice of his father was rich and melodious as his role of a man finally falling in love after years of isolation.
He watched as you trudged around the snow before going back to his room, not once looking at the dimming rose and straight to his television. “I was the one who had it all,” His father sang. “I was the master of my fate. I never needed anybody in my life. I learned the truth too late.” The first time he had transformed into the beast he knew today, he had scared the recently hired help.
“I’ll never shake away the pain.” They were very cruel with their words, to the point that it was Elena, of all people, who told them to leave the house. Though the terror had left, it left Vil with uncertainty and fear of his appearance.
Eric’s character peered out the window just as the heroine pulls out a horse, the determination not hidden from even the viewer. “I close my eyes but she’s still there. I let her steal into my melancholy heart, it’s more than I can bear.” And now you took that place. From the get-go, Vil knew you have gone through hardships of your own. He could see it just by looking at your steeled expression and the aura you held on your shoulders.
“Now I know she’ll never leave me even as she runs away.” Not only had you defied the rule twice, your curiosity only spurred you further on with your investigation. And even when you had all the information you needed and cracked the code, you did nothing with it. “She will torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me…Come what may.”
Vil stands up just as Eric’s character runs up the stairs, the spiraling staircase almost hypnotic from above. “Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door.” He comes back to the balcony and opens the door, seeing you and Elena hauling in the bag of chestnuts. “I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in…” The two of you catch each other’s line of sight.
“And be with me for evermore.”
As the two of you smiled at each other, the rose begins to wilt and hunch over with each petal falling from the stem. The smell of spring drew close, Vil took a deep breath in then sighed it out. When he closes his eyes, all he ever sees are the days he’ll spend with you.
And the envisioning of a grand theatre, the same one he first saw his father in. He begins humming a small tune, thinking of the harmonizing violins, the beautiful costumes, and designs. The rose wilts more, only one petal remains on its dying stem.
The days had passed all so quickly, the winter giving its way to spring them to summer. You stood in front of the theatre, your family next to you. Trein takes you by the hand “Shall we?” entering the grand theatre, you and your sibling marveled at the beautifully crafted designs, the plush seating, and the long curtains.
“It’s beautiful.” Said your father, his smile soft. “Thank you for bringing us here.”
Angelo and Donovan pushed along, overly excited for the play. “Come on, come on.” One of them says. “It’s about to begin! Let’s sit down.”
The lights dim and the curtains open, droves of characters coming in their beautifully crafted costumes. You see Vil in his costume, waltzing with another character in yellow. The horns placed onto him were just as beautiful as him yet, after seeing his breast-like form…It never stood a chance.
The stage dimmed when he took the stage, a single rose in hand. His voice was loud, pure, perfect as he sang the song of a man who found love after years of isolation. His expression perfectly encapsulating the sadness he had felt.
“I rage against the trials of love. I curse the fading of the light.”
You remember the very first moment he bore his heart to you, the moment he asked you to sing for the very first time. “Though she’s already flown so far beyond my reach, she’s never out of sight.” Gone were the days he hid within the confines of his room and gone were the days he needed to hide out of fear.
“Now I know she’ll never leave me even if she fades from view!”
He twirls, his eyes searching the crowd until he finds yours in the crowd. “She will still inspire me, be a part of everything I do.” The background behind him changes, the spiraling staircase he walks one moved at his every move until he reaches the balcony, leaning his hands to sing his heart out with a hopeful look. The both of you stare at each other as he sings his heart out, saying the words he wanted everyone to hear with a voice he no longer feared. “Wasting in my lonely tower, waiting by an open door.”
He breathes, the wind and strings instruments beginning their strong ascend in a crescendo of harmonizing and accenting melody. “I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in.”
The rose glows in his hand and he hunched his back, readying himself. “And as the long, long nights begin.”
Vil looks up into the light, his expression one of pure passion and love. “I’ll think of all that might have been.” And the grip on the rose tightens but only for a moment.
“Waiting here…For ever—.”
Vil lets the rose float out of his hand and ascends up to the center of the room.
“—More!” The flower burst into a rain of petals that add to his last note and accompaniment of the instruments.
The last petal of the glowing rose falls, the stem falling on a pile of dried rose petals following the applause of the crowd. Vil regains his breathing, his eyes listless as he stares up at the ceiling when the music ends, the curtains fall, and the lights go out.
You pass through the crowds of colors and thrills, looking for the familiar mop of blond and purple hair. “Vil!” You yell out to him just as he comes to view in the sea of people. His arms are ready to take it in, “You were amazing out there!”
The sun begins to set during the embrace, Vil’s face continued to smile at you and soon giving a solemn bow to your father and brothers. “Mr. Schoenheit, it’s a pleasure to meet you. That was a wonderful performance.” He says, smiling at him with eyes trained to your hands holding the actor’s. Ah, gets it.
“Thank you, Mr. Trein. I’m glad you liked it.”
“Vil Schoenheit, you’re needed for a picture.” Says one of the stage crew and Vil reluctantly pulls away. “Coming. I’ll see you later?” He asks you and you tip your toes to him, pressing a light kiss to his lips. “I’ll wait outside. Bye Vil.”
You run out of backstage and yet he had a feeling that finding you won’t be that much of a problem. He touches his lips. “So this is love…” He whispered to himself and made his way to his troop, readying himself for the pictures.
#works from the typewriter#twisted wonderland#vil schoenheit#vil schoenheit x reader#g/n reader#valentines event
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Warning(s): female reader, mentions of anxiety, slow burn (I think), 17K word count, self-indulgence, Vivi’s Vil brain rot with no plot, not proofread
Summary: There was this monster inside your head. It went by the name of Anxiety. To you, it was, and always be, more so of a parasite you couldn’t live with, but you also couldn’t live without. It looked after you in the strangest of times. For the most part, it was a hindrance, cluttering your mind with dark and bitter thoughts, assuming the worst in people you’ve never met before, jumping to conclusions, and crying over the smallest things. It made you extremely aware of yourself and others, for better or for worse. That was Anxiety, the monster in your head. The exact moment in time when it nestled instead into your mind is unknown to this day, festering in the back of your mind. Then there was Vil Schoenheit, your lover, your soulmate, and most importantly, your pillar of support who cheered you on in his own way. He taught you how to tame Anxiety. But alas, a monster will always be a monster.
A/N: It’s my birthdayyyyyy~ so I made a very, very, very self-indulgent fic for myself. While I did write it as a reader insert, it pertains to my mental health, particularly my anxiety, and there may be aspects of it that you may not understand. That is okay. I wanted some feels with Vil on my birthday because I have a case of Malleus syndrome;;;
A/N²: To clear things up, the reader in this fic is female. She is not Yuu (I usually write the reader as Yuu and yes, I’m aware they can be two separate entities). She likes to scrapbook, bake, and wear lolita clothing. She also attends NRC though her dorm is left pretty open-ended. However, it might not make sense if you’re in Pomefiore. This might not work if your birthday is in March either. I’m sorry asdfghjkl;
Disclaimer: Please note that this is not a fanfic that romanticizes mental illnesses. A significant other cannot solve everything. They shouldn’t solve everything. They aren’t meant to fix you; they’re there to bring out the best in you and be by your side when you need them to be. By no means, is it their job to help your completely overcome your mental illnesses. It’s a common trope in fanfiction and gives off mixed signals to me. This self-indulgent fanfic of mine is not meant to give anyone false hope. It is simply a love story that I always wanted to experience. Think of it as my own anxiety story. The only thing real about this is some events like the presentation meltdown though my partner eventually turned into my middle school bully so I just replaced him with Vil because Vil>>>>>>
[ Present Day, Vil’s Bedroom ]
Fwip!
You flinched. You looked up. Vil had flicked your forehead. His eyes were filled with worry, brows creased and his lips strung in a frown.
“Fairest, is something on your mind?” he asked.
“No. Not at all.”
“Hold still for a minute. This lip tint is watery,” he said in a stern tone, tilting your chin upwards
He lined your lips in red and handed you a small mirror.
“Beautiful, my love.”
You stared at your expression. Vil was right. You were beautiful, all dolled up in this getup. You were prettier than usual, that’s for sure. However, the look isn’t for you or your hollow eyes. He snapped his fingers.
“Fairest,” he paused, sitting down on his bed, patting the space next to him, “Come here.”
You obliged.
“Now, talk to me. Don’t deny it. Something is on your mind. You’ve been zoning out all day. If you need a break just say so.”
“No, no, it’s not that. I was just thinking…”
“Thinking?”
“Yes. About the past and whatnot. Trivial things! No matter,” you dismissed, leaning onto his shoulder.
Vil crossed his legs, “How could I help you if you give me such a vague answer?”
Had he truly forgotten your special day, the only day you were willing to break out of your shell and be showered in compliments and praise without feeling like an alien? While you didn’t have a cake to share and you were certain that he wouldn’t want to eat it either, you expected he would remember the date as your lover of seven months now. So far, he only asked you to drop by his room for makeup practice as he just landed a part-time job as a makeup artist. Not that you minded of course. He made you feel beautiful, one of the many reasons you loved him.
“I don’t think it’s something you can help me with. I was thinking about middle school and—”
“Don’t waste your time with those fools.”
“I told you it was trivial.”
You nuzzled against his shoulders.
“It’s been hard lately, you know? I’ve been overthinking again. About silly things. Group projects, you know? Presentations too. Ah, there was this one person who told me to shut up because of a misunderstanding and everyone laughed and I felt— But you mustn’t hurt them!”
You clutched his arm. His posture had stiffened. He gave you a blank expression though his eyes told the whole story.
“I felt a little out of place. Things were going fine until they showed up. It’s not their fault, don’t worry. I was excited to talk to them, but it ended up going downhill. I felt like I was overstepping my boundaries. It was embarrassing,” you continued.
“I know you don’t like it when I say this but it’s not as bad as you think it is. Know that you made progress compared to your pot– first year self,” Vil said, squeeze your hand, “If you want help with your presentations, then I’m here for you— as always.”
Straightforward as always. He never tolerated things he deems piffling, but you were glad he didn’t pity you, not one bit.
“I’m sorry for bothering—”
He placed the tip of his index finger on your nose.
“What do we say instead of apologizing for something we cannot control?”
“T-Thank you.”
“Go on now.”
“...for listening to me.”
“My pleasure, Fairest.”
His finger shifted as he cupped your cheek with one hand, leaning in to kiss your forehead. He must’ve forgotten your birthday, but you mustn’t going to ruin the mood. You watched his back as he gathered his makeup brushes. Vil was a busy man though that was something you were used to as his lover.
[ Two Years Prior, Alchemy Classroom ]
“Are you just going to sit there while everyone picks their partners, little potato?”
You flinched at the sudden comment. Potato? You had a name. Did you do something to be labeled in such a way? Moreover, what was the Vil Schoenheit doing standing in front of your desk? You prayed for the conversation to be brief. Part of you also prayed for him to ask to be partners.
“What are you staring at? Answer.”
You shook your head. This was bad. You were staring at him for too long. While you were dying from embarrassment, you let your gaze linger for a little longer. He was gorgeous. You loved how his blonde hair transitioned into a pale lavender, complimenting his violet eyes, eye makeup, and fair complexion.
Vil snapped his fingers before your field of vision.
“I know you aren’t mute. Answer.”
“Probably…” you said.
“Hah? That won’t do, potato. I’ll be your partner then.”
“Pardon?”
“I said, ‘I’ll be your partner’. Now, move over. We’re in direct sunlight here and it won’t do any good for our skin if we sit there everyday for so long even if we are indoors.”
You nodded, sliding one seat over. He sat down next to you, arms and legs crossed. He seems mad, concerned with something, something else. His body language didn't match his facial expressions though he wasn’t hard to read.
“Why me?”
You bit your lip, cringing at your own inquiry.
“You seem responsible enough to be my partner for this project,” he said, propping his head on his elbow, turning to face the blackboard.
What did he mean by that? Sure, you were responsible, but were you worth noting of? You were decent, not the best but not the worse either. Failing a class meant coming the topic of conversation when a teacher asks you to stay after class for a brief checkup or tutoring sessions. Excelling in a class meant being called out on your exemplary work by teachers. Anxiety was not equipped for either circumstances therefore it tried to help you maintain your grades discreetly. But Vil noticed, indicating that you were overachieving. Perhaps you should purposefully miss a few questions on the next quiz. You got a perfect score last time. It wouldn’t hurt. However, you were partnered with Vil, someone who strived for perfection, someone who stood out against a crowd. The phrase goes “...like a sore thumb”, but Vil stood out like a well polished and manicured appendage. He was beautiful, so beautiful that one had to stop for a moment to admire his beauty.
That was Vil, your partner. You could feel heavy stares in your direction. They were directed at Vil, but you couldn’t help feeling nervous. You fiddled with the ends of your hair, fixating your eyes onto your textbook.
You flinched when Vil pushed your back lightly. You shot him a widened stare, opening your mouth to ask him why he touched you. He placed a finger on your lips.
“Bad posture isn’t good for you. Straighten up and pay attention.”
Heat rose to your face as you adjusted your posture.
[ Library ]
“Mind telling me what this is, potato?” Vil said, throwing a stack of papers onto the table.
Your shoulders tensed. You set your textbook down, avoiding eye contact.
“It’s our project.”
“No. It’s your project.”
“I wrote your name on it too so don’t worry about it. I don’t mind sharing the credit.”
“It’s not about the credit. It’s about the integrity. I dropped by Crewel’s office hours today with a question about this project and he told me that we had already turned it in. Fortunately for you, I’m good at improvising so we’re off the hook. I got our project back so we can work on it together. Scoot over so we can get started. I’m assuming you also did the slideshow, but I–”
As usual, you complied to his demands, allowing him to sit next to you. He was a bit too close for comfort. Your peers could manage with this proximity so you probably could too if you took deep breaths every now and then.
“We only have a day left, you know.”
“I know.”
“So why bother?”
Vil clicked his tongue, throwing his French braid over his shoulder as he slid the stool closer to the desk, “I bother because we’re a team.”
He paused, pondering, “I don’t like things being handed to me either.”
“That’s gold especially since this is coming from someone who’s always too busy to even reply to my texts,” you replied.
As soon as those words left your mouth, you bit your tongue. Was that too much? Should you have just listened to him? Kept quite? How will he react? Will he shame you on social media? Spread rumors? Tell Crewel?
“Listen here, potato. I work various part-time jobs and I run a club. I apologize for my poor time management, but I am here now. You, on the other hand, have only sent me one text pertaining to scheduling and this assignment during the three weeks we had to do it. We are both at fault, got that?”
“Yes,” you murmured, pulling out your laptop.
“Wonderful. You won’t have to rewrite everything. Just subtracting here and adding some words there for smoother transitions. It’ll sound better.”
You bit your lip. You were hoping that because you made the entire presentation, Vil would take up the speaking part out of guilt. Unfortunately for you, he was too self-righteous to give in. He can’t be persuaded either. His eyes were glued onto his own laptop, typing the evening away.
You’ll have to make due.
[ Presentation Day, Alchemy Classroom ]
From the brief time you’ve interacted with him, you knew that Vil was meant to be in the spotlight. He shined brightly, you could feel his charisma even from the back from the classroom. His performance was worthy of a standing ovation. You could never compete with him, let alone get through a single presentation. You had made it through all of your slides, but every time Vil spoke, you felt out of place. Your hands were shaking and you were on the brink of tears. Your peers must think you were incompetent. Their intense stares were unbearable. Did they pity you? Or Vil?
“It’s your turn,” Vil whispered.
You refused. His hand twitched as he grabbed your shoulders. This exchange was awkward enough yet your silent plea for help didn’t reach him.
“Go, potato.”
“No.”
He enunciated his words, “It’s. Your. Turn”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can.”
“You couldn’t possibly understand,” you cried.
Vil’s expression softened. He reached for you and you braced yourself yet it never came. He huffed and proceeded with the rest of the slides.
Ah… crying in the first semester as a first year in high school? Because of a presentation overwhelming you? Wonderful. You’ll never be able to live that down. Should you transfer to RSA then? No, that won’t do. They had mandatory choir classes or so you heard. Maybe an ordinary high school from your hometown then? But what if the headmaster disapproved?
You meekly walked up to Crewel, “I’m going to the infirmary.”
Your instructor only nodded with reluctance. Dissatisfaction was written across his face, but turning down a frantic student in tears for an unknown reason would be frowned upon. You heard him mutter something about the puppies this year being too sheltered. You gave Vil a second glance before heading out. He brushed you off and continued with the deliverable.
You were hopeless.
[ Infirmary ]
You pulled the covers closer to your face, hiding behind your hair. He was there. Why?
“(y/n),” he said.
You inched away from him. He finally called you by your name. Not by “potato”. Why were you a potato in the first place? Was it because you were beneath dirt? Were you that ugly to be beneath him?
“Are you just going to stay here forever? Curfew is soon. You should hurry and get to the mirror chamber.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same, potato.”
You were beneath him. The tears won’t stop falling. You were trembling.
“What did I do this time?” he sighed.
His voice was firm. He must’ve been irritated by today’s stunt.
“Nothing. Nothing at all. Just leave me alone... please.”
The blanket shrouded your eyes. How pathetic. How could you let him of all people see you in such a miserable state? You’ve only seen his social media profile once or twice. Was he the type to post and gossip about others?
The mattress sank as Vil sat down. You hugged your sides.
“Fine then. Be a stubborn potato.”
“... You honestly did nothing wrong. I’m the problem. I can’t function as a human being. I can’t talk to people. I can’t- Well, I can but it’s...”
“Difficult?”
“Yeah.”
“What is there to be scared of? Follow that trick where you pretend everyone is potato.”
Is that where the potato shtick came from? How reassuring. His tone was unchanging in pitch. Was he trying to comfort or criticize you?
“It's more complicated than just being shy. It’s tiring. I don’t have a clear mind. I worry too much. I spend my days in fear. I don’t really know how to explain it.”
Vil pulled the covers off your small figure. You turned to him in a haze.
“I believe the term is ‘anxiety’, potato,” he said.
“Y-Yeah. Was it obvious? It probably was. Pretty silly now that I think about it, but anyways curfew–”
“Did you think I was stuck in some era where I don’t even acknowledge mental health? And would look down on you because you have anxiety? Please. Give me more credit than that. I’m not close-minded. You’re still a person and you have feelings. So you have anxiety. What of it? Certainly no less of a person.”
Oh how your heart fluttered.
“Get up. You can stay at the Pomefiore dorms tonight. I should get you cleaned up. I can’t stand the sight of those red and puffy eyes…. Cheer up a bit, will you?”
He held out his hand. Was this his way of apologizing? It wasn’t his fault you crumbled in the first place so why? What did he want? Did he want to help you out to boost his reputation?
“Why are you helping me?”
“You clearly need help don’t you?”
“That’s not what I asked.”
“Yes or no, potato.”
“I can’t burden you more than I have,” you shook your head.
“I talked it over with Crewel. You’re fine.”
“I suppose I’m not excused either.”
You shrugged off the blankets and took Vil’s hand.
“No, you are. He seemed to be under the impression that you were actually ill,” he said, tapping his finger against his cheek.
“Then–”
“Leave it for now. We can discuss this over tea. After we clean you up though.”
“Do you pity me?”
What if you sounded desperate? What if you sounded needy? Was that needy? Would he change his mind?
You clamped a hand over your mouth. Vil squinted at you as if he was trying to inspect a stain on a fine textile. He proceeded to grab your cheeks, squeezing them. He exercised his authority.
“I. Do. Not. Remember that. I don’t stoop that low. Good grief.”
“Then... what’s the price?” you cried.
“Excuse me?”
“Your time is valuable, isn’t it? You’re clearly busy. Why are you wasting your precious time on me? Shouldn’t you be compensated for the time I’ve wasted?”
“Yes, my time is valuable, but we can talk about compensation another time.”
He let his hand go, leaving you to gasp in sheer terror. So forceful… he scared you. What did he want from you?
“You coming, (y/n)?”
“Yeah.”
[ Pomefiore Dormitory, Vil’s Bedroom ]
“Hold still. After you cleanse your skin with this superfruit cleanser, you have to apply this fir extract to exfoliate. It’ll sting, and it’s even worse when you get it in your eye, so be careful. Try not to move too much, potato.”
Vil dabbed the cotton ball on your face meticulously. You felt like a celebrity with your own hair and makeup team.
“There. All done,” he beamed.
He spun the chair around so you faced the vanity mirror.
“Beautiful. One hundred points for you.”
You gripped the hem of his shirt. He shouldn’t say things like that and expect you not to combust. What’s more was that this attire was incredibly lewd. What if someone came in and got the wrong idea? What if they spread rumors? You were wearing nothing but his shirt after all. It was long enough to reach your knees, but it was his shirt regardless.
“What do you think, potato?”
“It’s nice, I guess.”
“You guess?”
“It’s not for me?”
“Well, I think it does,” he said.
You patted your cheeks. Soft. Oh dear, you were soft.
“Ah, ah. Don’t touch,” he scolded, prying your hands away.
Goodness you were hopeless.
“Eh? Stop crying. No! Don’t rub your eyes either. Let me get you some tissues.”
Annoyance was etched into his speech, but his actions betrayed his words. He never left your side; he wiped your tears with his own thumbs. You held his wrists tenderly. His touch was like a thousand butterfly kisses.
“I’m sorry. I just… Annoying… Nobody… I’m not.. You…”
He sighed, “Don’t apologize for your feelings. You’re not that annoying as you think. Instead, why don’t you try saying thank you?”
“Thank you?”
“Yes, something like ‘thank you for listening to me’. That shouldn’t be hard for you now, is it?”
“Thank you… for not being annoyed with me.”
Vil palmed his face, “Not that bad. We’ll work on it. Twenty points for you.”
You sniffled and broke out into a small fit of laughter. He smiled too, standing up straight. He towered over you. He was a giant. You watched his back as he approached his bed, fluffing up the pillows. His heels clicked and clacked against the flooring. He was still in his school uniform. When was he going to sleep? Didn’t he say he wanted you to stay here? People would really get the wrong idea now. You tugged at his sleeves. Vil turned to you, waiting for you to speak.
“I’ll be going now.”
He grabbed your wrist, “Stay.”
You pulled away from him.
“No, not like that. I’m not going to do anything to you, potato. You really have to stop associating me with other potatoes. I meant stay for some tea. Of course, if you really feel uncomfortable then you’re free to go, but at least let me walk you back.”
“I’ll stay,” you said.
“Wonderful. Give me a moment to fix the bedding. The tea should be ready by then.”
When did he prepare the tea? When you were bathing? When you were changing into his pajamas?
“Vil, if I do stay the night, where will I be sleeping?“
“We have one spare room left over since one student never showed up to the ceremony so you can sleep there.”
You sighed, shoulders at ease.
“Did you honestly think I would let you sleep here? No, potato, I need my beauty rest.”
“No, not at all.”
“You are terrible at lying.”
“I’m not dirty minded I promise!”
“Did I say you were?” he smirked.
Vil had a frisky side to him… how unexpected. Nevertheless, you were relieved. You had insomnia already. If you had to sleep next to Vil… you would never see the dawn again.
“Potato, your tea.”
You jumped.
“Careful! It’s hot and these pajamas are made of silk. I dare you to stain them,” Vil scolded.
You nodded. He handed you a tea cup.
“I was hoping to talk some things over with you, but it’s getting late. You can take this to the spare room down the hall and relax. Self-care time if you will. Here’s a bag for you to put your dirty clothes in. You can drop it off in the morning to the ghosts for laundry. When you get the chance to change, return the top to me. Capeesh?”
“Capeesh...” you mumbled, turning to the door, fumbling with the tea cup.
“(y/n),” he said.
“Yes?”
“Don’t disturb my beauty sleep.”
“Got it.”
“You didn’t let me finish, potato. You can disturb me if you need help with anything else regarding your anxiety. I won’t do things on your behalf, but I’m there to hold your hand. Just not during my beauty sleep, okay?”
“Okay…”
Vil was not lying when he said he wouldn’t treat you any less of a human. Even if there was a monster in your head, Vil treated you like he would anyone. Perhaps he wasn’t so bad. But how could he say such things with a straight face? It sounded like something out of a fairy tale.
No, no, (y/n). You mustn’t catch feelings for someone this quickly. If anything, you were in love with the idea of him, his kindness, how he helped you out and cared for you. But was it even kindness?
Even if these feelings weren’t spawned from the idea of loving him, Vil would never return them. He seemed to be the type to be into someone independent. Or at least someone who was not broken.
Mainly the former, it would seem. He didn’t pack your clothes even though he was the one who demanded that you strip, plunging you into a rose petal and lavender sprig bath. Admittedly, it was relaxing. He said something about lavender having a calming effect earlier. You smelt nice too.
Maybe for today, you could be comfortable in your own skin. Just this once. You smelt really nice.
[ Four Weeks Later, Alchemy Classroom ]
“Alright, puppies. We have another lab project. The details are in the packet. You are to concoct a potion using the ingredients we learned about this unit. Any potion is fine, but Amortentia is forbidden– as usual. This project will be due in two weeks. You will present your findings to the class in small groups. You can choose your partners. You were good puppies for the last few weeks so I’ll let you choose this time. Do not disappoint me,” Crewel said, cracking his whip.
You watched as the class swarmed into a chaotic mass. Students laughed and embraced one another. You scanned the crowd, looking for someone as unfortunate as you, someone without a partner.
“(y/n). Would you like to be partners?”
Oh. Vil. After all this time, you were baffled by the fact that he continued to interact with you after your meltdown weeks ago. What’s more is that he even followed you back on Magicam. He engaged in conversations with you, asking to check answers with you despite passing tests with flying colors just as you did. You never minded per se. Vil always had something to say. He wasn’t talkative, but he was captivating and civil with a hint of sarcasm. He had a lot to critique. Moreover, you two were from different worlds. Whenever he shared stories about his life, from modeling to troublesome classmates, you felt like a child with a new toy. You were immersed, zoned out of your surroundings, your focus on that one, single thing. In turn, you shared your own anecdotes, anxiety struggles and small victories— to which he celebrated with you through small, almost satirized, cheers and affirmations.
You were comfortable around him. Anxiety kept you from advancing your acquaintanceship to a friendship, but you were more than happy with sharing homework answers and making small talk. Vil most likely wanted to work with you because, as he said so before, you were reliable. Or was it responsible? Whatever the word was, you were useful to him. You were noticed in the best way possible. A twisted way to put it, but that’s simply how you felt.
Vil was not what Anxiety said he was and that was more than good enough for you.
“Sure,” you said.
“Wonderful,” he smiled.
You slid over as he took a seat next to you. Away from the sun, just as he liked it. You remembered your first encounter well.
“We’re presenting in small groups this time so you don’t have to worry that much about it,” he paused before continuing, “We can practice. When are you available?”
“Any time, really, I don’t have any clubs.. Or part-time jobs.”
“How does this Friday sound then? I’ll ask my manager to clear my schedule for that day.”
“You don’t have to clear your schedule. I can manage even if you come back late… Just don’t come to me the day before the deadline?”
Were you being too bold with this request?
“Friday then,” Vil said, flipping through the packet, “What type of potion do you want to make?”
“You can choose. I’m not really sure.”
“No, you are sure. You keep staring at that one page. I know you’ve read everything the moment it was handed to you. You certainly weren’t zoning out either.”
If there was anything worth noting about Vil over the short time that you’ve known him, it was that he was observant. Profoundly observant. Perhaps even more than you.
Vil clicked his tongue: “Spit it out, potato. I won’t judge you. I don’t have much of a preference either. We can compromise if we don’t agree.”
“Amortentia,” you winced.
“Now, that we can’t do,” he waved, “Didn’t you hear the professor say?”
“I did, but the structure of this potion is so intricate. I want to try.”
“Aphrodisiacs are prohibited. We can’t do it.”
“I know. I can dream though.”
“Do you have a boy in mind, potato?”
“It’s not like that,” you huffed.
If only he knew. You were head over heels for him– or rather the idea of him, someone who accepted you wholly without ever wanting to tame the monster inside your head. You weren’t sure if you loved Vil for who he was or what he did for you as a classmate. Do mere classmates have afternoon tea in each other’s dorms? Did they engage in small talk frequently?
Vil chuckled, “Whatever helps you sleep at night, potato.”
[ Friday, Library ]
“You’re late, (y/n),” Vil said, leaning against the door frame.
“Sorry.”
“I hope you weren’t planning on skipping out.”
“No, sir.”
“Sir? I’m not that old, you potato.”
You weren’t fond of the session already. While you enjoyed talking to Vil, his strict attitude was oftentimes a trigger for Anxiety. Vil made it rage, rattling against the cage that encasing your heart. It didn’t fancy that. Neither did you.
“Come sit,” he walked over to the desk.
His braid swayed back and forth. You followed him in suit, taking a seat. Vil reached for your shoulders and the small of your back. You yelped.
“Posture is the first step to confidence. If you shrink, you’ll portray your nervousness in the most obvious way possible. Feet flat on the ground and shoulders back.”
You felt exposed, flustered, but not to Vil’s touch. You felt vulnerable to a nonexistent crowd.
Vil stood up and took a seat before you, staring at you intently.
“Now, deep breath. Scan the crowd and focus on a point behind them, away from their eyes, but still in their direction. Remember to look around occasionally so it’s not obvious that you’re staring at the back of the room. You don’t have to make direct eye contact.”
You nodded sheepishly and obeyed. It wasn’t difficult. You could stare into his eyes forever. You hoped it wouldn’t be too awkward if you kept your gaze fixed on his.
“Shall we begin?”
[ Two Weeks Later, Alchemy Classroom ]
“Hold still, potato,” Vil hissed.
He held your jaw steadily as he applied a glossy red lip tint onto your lips. In a classroom. In public. How many people were staring at you two? What did they think? Did they think you were his plaything?
“I don’t see the point in dressing up.”
“Please. Lip tint and a few touch ups isn’t ‘dressing up’. Plus, you’ll feel more confident if you look confident. Own it, my friend.”
Friend? You were his friend? You could feel your cheeks getting rosy. At the same time, you felt a surge of adrenaline. Was it confidence? You were on cloud nine, feeling unstoppable. If he said so, then Vil would be your first friend at Night Raven College outside of your dorm.
But… what if he didn’t mean it?
No, no. he meant it. There was no need for Vil to lie. For him, lying was pointless. It was a waste of time; he preferred to get straight to the point even if it might be harsh on someone’s feelings. You’d learn to accept that his words come from honest intentions.
Crewel blew his whistle, signaling start time. Students flocked to their not-so-small groups. Vil had volunteered for the both of you to go first despite your protests, saying that it would be best to go first so you would not overthink and compare your presentation to others.
“I’m Vil Schoenheiit.”
He squeezed your thigh. The gesture was of chaste intentions, you were sure. Your leg was the only place he could touch in hindsight. Or so you assumed. Regardless, it set your insides on fire, but it made his presence known— as if to say “I’m here, don’t worry.”
Your breath hitched: “And I’m (y/n) (l/n).”
[ One Day Later, Vil’s Bedroom ]
“Potato, what are you doing here? It’s the weekend.”
You hugged your sides. He was sweating. You’ve never seen Vil in anything but his school uniform, Pomefiore’s dorm uniform, and pajamas. There he was… standing right before you in a stormy gray tank top. While he was wearing pajama bottoms, the look was foreign to you. What should you say? You never knew he worked out. Were those weights heavy? Is he training for a certain role?
“I have something for you: a small thank you gift for yesterday,” you said, brushing past your thoughts.
“Oh? You don’t have to thank me. I wanted a good grade too so don’t think too highly of me… Simply improving is enough.”
You shook your head, “I insist. I want to do something for you too. I would feel guilty if it were any other way.”
Vil rested his palm on your head. You looked up at him attentively. The height difference between the both of you was immense. Compared to Vil, you were a dwarf.
“What is it that you want to show me?” he sighed.
You jumped with excitement, handing him a small container. He took them.
“What’s this?”
“Open them.”
“Alright, alright. Such a demanding potato…”
You watched him gingerly pop off the lid to reveal your culinary creation. Your eyes wandered back to his violet orbs.
“Potato, what is this?”
Did he honestly not know or did he think you were jesting?
“They’re oatmeal raisin cookies. I made them myself. It’s all organic ingredients, I promise. There’s apples in it too. I know you watch your diet, but I think it would be okay if you ate just one. At least?”
You scratched the back of your neck while Vil stared at them in bewilderment.
“Just one.”
“Yay~”
His furrowed eyebrows softened as he took a bite, “Not bad, potato.”
He placed it back in the container and closed the lid. Your heart sank. Was it just for show? Were they bad?
“Don’t take it personally. They are delicious. I don’t eat too many sweets though. I… also have a meeting with my producers after this. So perhaps later, my dear.”
“Oh alright.”
[ Someday– Your Birthday, Alchemy Classroom ]
You weren’t sure what kind of strings were pulled or if this class had free seating, but Vil gradually sat closer and closer to you. Now, his seat was next to you. He said that it was because he could not stand the other potatoes near his old seat and that he’d much rather sit with a friend who helped him stay on task– which in turn made your heart melt.
Answers weren’t the only things you two shared now. You often brought snacks to share with him. You brought healthy ones like apple crisps and celery sticks for accommodate the diet of your classmate. He only consumed workout smoothies in the morning. He would drink one before he went for a run with no post-workout smoothies to make up for the calories he burnt. For someone who claims to life a healthy lifestyle, Vil was oftentimes too busy to keep up with it. He rose when the sun kissed the tips of the hills. Granted, he could have risen earlier so he could consume his post-workout meal, but his work trails later in the night. Sleep was important to him. Between balancing his beauty sleep and fitness regime, he frequently came to Alchemy with his hair still wet from a morning shower, his eyes caked with concelaer, and an empty stomach.
The first time you offered him something to munch on and regain the calories burnt, he declined. But as these days became more frequent, Vil caved.
“Potato.”
He slumped against his desk– a rare sight from the Pomefiore student.
“You should stop pushing yourself,” you said, taking out a container.
He shook his head.
“A break would be nice once in a while, Vil.”
He rolled his eyes, slipping off his gloves to take off the lid. God, he was so stubborn. He was going to burn out one day.
“I don’t mind sharing food with you, but you should pace yourself. Take a day off”
He shook his head again. Why though? Did his schedule not allow him to? Vil worked late sometimes, but was it worth it?
“Potato.”
“Hm?”
“Do you have anything aside from these cookies?”
You inhaled sharply, closing the lid and shoving it in your bag. They might have crumbled, but you didn’t want him to know.
“Unfortunately, no sorry,” you sighed, clutching your bag’s handle.
“Fine then. I’ll just eat one then.”
“No.”
“Why not? “
“It’s not healthy for you.”
Vil lunged for your bag. His stomach growled. You did your best to stifle a giggle.
“You just said it was alright to take a break,” he said.
“You can’t have them.”
“How come?”
“They’re for me…” you whispered.
“Come again?”
“These are mine.”
He hummed, clearly not buying into your excuse. Perhaps excuse was not the right word because they were for you. They were self-indulgent treats that you made for yourself around this time of year. They were self-indulgent with a miserable origin.
At this point, he was gripping your wrist. Since when was VIl this forceful? He never crossed any boundaries. He was never nosy. Was he concerned? Or did the madness of hunger consume him?
He was akin to a stray kitten. You were the one to offer him food in the first place. There were two cookies. One wouldn’t hurt.
“Fine. Just one. Please don’t eat the other though. I’d like to eat one on my birthday.”
“Birthday? Potat–”
You put your hand over his mouth on impulse. He was going to throw a fit with you for placing your “breeding ground for bacteria” on his face, but desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Don’t tell anyone,” you pleaded, “But, yes, today is my birthday.”
Crewel’s footsteps echoed through the room, “Silence, puppies!”
“Why didn’t you tell me?” Vil hissed under his breath.
“I’m not big on birthdays. The attention is too much– plus, rarely anyone celebrates with me.”
“You honestly remind me of that one miserable Diasomnia first year from the class next door.”
The conversation was left at that.
[ A Few Hours Later, Courtyard ]
“Potato.”
“Vil?”
Where did he come from? How did he find you? Class had ended a few minutes ago. What’s more is that you only saw him every other day due to the Alchemy schedules. It was the only class you had with him. You never saw him outside of class, aside from rare encounters in the cafeteria. You ate in the library to avoid people so that was partly your fault too.
“Come with me.”
“Pardon?”
“I won’t take no for an answer. You are the birthday girl, after all.”
He struck his signature pose, one hand on his hip and the other pointed, barely touching his cheek. When did he develop this again?
Wait. What did he just say?
[ Pomefiore Dormitory, Vil’s Bedroom ]
“Here. This is an anxiety journal. Think of it as a diary to write your thoughts down in case you don’t have anyone to talk to”
“Vil, I can't take this,” you said, pushing the notebook away.
“I insist.”
“Still…”
“You said you didn’t celebrate. And that others didn’t celebrate either, no?”
“Yes…”
“If you don’t put yourself out there and let people know, then how are others going to celebrate? And then you go mope around and eat cookies all by yourself in the library with the ghosts?”
Was he watching you? You were sure that there was no one there when the ghosts sang you happy birthday.
“I never said I was moping. I don’t care if I’m all alone. I don’t mind at all. I’m perfectly okay with that. I don’t need to be acknowledged or receive any gifts of pity so please just leave it at that…. I appreciate the gesture though.”
He leered. You took a step back. Was he angry? Why? This doesn’t concernto him. Why was he getting angry?
“I care. So take it.”
You caved, taking the journal. It was similar to the Pomefiore dorm leader’s grimoire: leather bound, decorated in gold decals in floral patterns and peacock feathers. It was pretty. You were a fool. A sensitive and broken fool. You were crying over a notebook, a gift put together at the last minute with tender loving care by a classmate you barely knew. It had been a long time since you felt this happy, this acknowledged.
Vil grimaced, “Oh stop crying already. I told you that I was here for you.”
He embraced you. It was awkward, but wholesome. You never hugged him before. He was warm. Perhaps a little bony for it to be of any comfort, but that was most likely due to the position you two were him. His head pats were stiff. It was ill at ease, but endearing.
Vil was your friend. Though not the closest, you treasured his actions. You weren’t sure how he put up with you. Or why even, but all you were concerned in at this moment was that he cared. It would be lovely to not assume the worst in people for once.
[ Present Day, Vil’s Bedroom ]
What would Vil surprise with you this year? He hasn’t mentioned anything yet.
The makeover was nice, but you weren’t big on makeovers. Did you get to keep this dress? It was embellished with lace and frills– fancy. It was white, pink and floral like the Heartslabyul croquet court. You felt pretty albeit out of your own skin. Vil hummed a soft song whilst cleaning his makeup brushes.
Would that be all? It was your first birthday as a couple. Were you ungrateful if you asked if there was anything else? His schedule was tight. What would he say if you mentioned that today was your birthday? What would he say if you asked if he had forgotten? Would you sound narcissistic?
Would he say the same thing he said to you when you were second years?
[ One Year Ago, Someday– Your Birthday, Hallway ]
“Vil!”
You were so excited to see him again. You couldn’t stop yourself from running up to him.
“(y/n).”
“I haven’t seen you in forever. How are you? Congratulations. It’s a bit late though. How’s being Pomefiore’s new dorm leader treating you?”
He brushed his hair off his shoulders. Ah... a new hairstyle. He was wearing the barette you made for his birthday. You missed the French braid, but you felt that he was more relaxed when he let his hair down (literally).
“Rook. Guide the baby potatoes back to our dorm. Give us a moment,” Vil said to the person he was walking with.
Rook, you assumed. He was bizarre with his exaggerated features and hat. You were certain that the accessory violated campus dress codes. Needless to say, he was beautiful in his own way– just like any Pomefiore student.
“Oui, Roi du Poison. I shall leave you with ta chérie~” he breathed, prancing away with the first years.
“Ta what now?”
“Don’t mind him,” Vil said, “I am doing well, thank you, (y/n).”
No “potato” this time? Not even once? You hadn’t seen him since your second year started, only keeping up with his life through Magicam and story replies. Sometimes, he messaged you to check up on you or ask to compare answers for Alchemy and Potions. You packed snacks for him though that routine eventually ceased as Vil began taking better care of himself, opting only to run when he had the time.
You missed those days, but his well being was more important than your own selfish feelings. You had grown fond of that nickname since he used it so often. It was a term of endearment. It saddened you that he called others potatoes as well.
“Happy birthday by the way,” Vil said.
“Oh! You remember?”
“There you go again. I don’t have the memory of a goldfish– of course I remember. Though I don’t have a gift for you this time around.”
Did you offend him? Did you sound needy? You weren’t asking for any presents. Did it come off that way?
“I don’t need anything so it’s fine.”
Or rather, you didn't expect anything.
“Good grief. It’s your birthday. Chin up. Have the attention on yourself for one day. It’s your day after all. Anyhow,I would love to chit chat more, but my schedule is tight. I cannot dilly dal–”
You reached for his hand, “W-Would you like to hang out at a café sometime then?”
You cut him off. Was that too abrupt? Rude? Uncalled for? You should have let him leave even if you did miss being around him, being friends with him.
“Huh?”
“You don’t have to. I was just thinking that maybe we could spend some time together and catch up. We haven’t seen each other in person too much. I’m not comfortable with too much attention either so yours is more than enough.”
God, what were you saying? That was cringe-worthy. You prayed that he would decline your impulsive proposal.
“I don’t see why not. Very well then, (y/n). Text me the details so I can adjust my schedule accordingly.”
Wait. He agreed? Was he pitying you? No, no. Stop doubting him. Vil was your friend. He must’ve missed being around you too.
[ One Month Later, Cafe Rosé ]
When he said he was busy, he meant it. A month had passed since your birthday and just now were you able to meet up.
You sat in the café idly. He watched you consume your third plate of strawberry shortcake. You glanced at him then at your growing pile of dishes. He squinted. Should you stop?
“Don’t.”
Did he read your mind?
“No, I’m not a mind reader.”
“But you did it again.”
“Your expressions are easy to read. Do yourself a favor and don’t feel bad if you enjoy something and I don’t. Someone who makes you feel bad for getting excited about something– something harmless, something you enjoy, is the worst kind of person. Enjoy your cake, birthday girl. Don’t let me, or anyone for that matter, stop you.”
Vil sipped his hand-pressed superfruit smoothie vehemently.
That was oddly inspiring despite having relevance to your self-esteem and cake. Funnily enough, you did feel better about yourself.
“Excuse me? May I get three more slices of this cake? And another teapot, please?” you called out to a server impulsively.
What on earth were you doing? Was that rude? Did she find you demanding?
“Anything else?”
“That’ll be all for now.”
You turned from the waitress, bringing your attention back to Vil. You cocked your head to the side: “What?”
“Consume cake in moderation, you potato.”
There it was. You’ve been waiting all semester to be called a potato. Pomefiore first years have expressed a strong dislike for the nickname. You, on the other hand, treasured it. Time and memories were built into that nickname.
“It’s fine. I’m paying anyway so don’t worry.”
“You are not paying on your birthday.”
“It’s not my birthday though.”
“We’re here for a belated celebration.”
“So an unbirthday?”
“No, no. Don’t bring the Queen of Hearts’s rules and gimmicks into this,” Vil waved his hand.
He set his smoothie down, The ice shifted, echoing throughout the café.
“I want to pay. I wanted to go here in the first place.”
“Think of this as my belated birthday present for you, atonement for not getting you anything or talking as much we’d like.”
“Vil, I don’t require anything from you. You’re busy. You don’t have to talk to me everyday. I think I would combust if you did. My social battery would drain.”
“That’s reassuring.”
The waitress cleared her throat. Vil nodded, sliding his glass to the further end of the table. She placed the cake slices in a neat triangle before setting the teapot down in the center. Then she followed up with the teacups–one for you, one for Vil. He raised an eyebrow at you. Your server gave a polite bow and dismissed herself.
“Eat one slice. Then I’ll let you pay,” you beamed, sliding him the plate.
He glared at the confection, “Alright.”
[ March, Pomefiore Dormitory Hallway ]
“Bonjour, bonjour! What brings you to our humble dorm?”
Rook was his name right?
“Hello, Rook. I was hoping–”
He scared the living daylight out of you. Where did he come from? Why was nobody else around? You spun your heel and scanned the hall. It was empty.
“Echanté, mademoiselle! Let me guess!”
You yelped, falling backwards. Where did he come from? He was behind you a moment ago. His eyes widened as he lunged for you, hooking his arm around your waist, catching you before you made contact with the ground.
“Careful, careful, little fawn,” he chuckled.
Fawn?
He set you straight then pointed at you. His gloved index finger barely touched the bridge of your nose. This man, Rook, was sending your nerves in a downward spiral.
He smiled at you, resuming like nothing ever happened: “Let me guess– you’re looking for your darling Roi du Poison?”
“Darling… Roi du Poison? Who? Vil?”
“Oui.”
“No, he’s not.. we’re not. We’re just friends. I’m looking for him though bec–”
“Are you here for compensation?”
Rook set Anxiety loose. With a few words, he sent shivers down your spine. Compensation. Would your friendship end the moment you fulfilled his request? It had always been in the back of your mind. The thought of Vil using you to make him feel better about himself shatters you into a million pieces. The thought of owing Vil something for helping you, for being your friend, was heart-wrenching. Was it pity after all this time? Was it so wrong to want to hang out at yet another café? You looked forward to those every month– ever since your unbirthday date. Was your relationship that superficial?
No, it wasn’t a date. You wanted it to be, but it was not a date. You never quite shook off those romantic feelings you felt when you saw a different side to him. Beneath the surface of the poised, strict and sometimes narcissistic prefect, Vil was extremely hard working, passionate, and observant. He was the greatest friend you could ever ask for. You can’t say that he was your best friend, but he was close. If he didn’t feel the same, then that was okay with you. You weren’t even sure if it was love. You’ve had this debate with Anxiety before. It kept telling you that you were in love with the idea of him fixing you. That was not love.
You shook your head. Vil genuinely was your friend. If those feelings were not returned, then you would still be friends. He told you time and time again that you should never feel sorry for the way you feel. If so, then would it be alright to tell him one day? And feel terrible about it later?
“He’s here, isn’t he?” you asked.
“Oui~”
“Rook, (y/n),” a voice from the end of the half coughed.
Pomefiore’s vice dorm leader crossed his arms and gave you a smug smile. Vil. He was decked out in a trench coat and a black turtleneck. Stylish as always, but his hoarse voice told a different story. You rushed to Vil’s side.
“Vil, are you alright?,” you tugged his sleeves, “Your eyes are so puffy. Have you been crying? You’re burning up too. You should rest. Go back to bed this instant. Our café rendezvous can wait.”
He staggered: “No. I want to go with you. I finally have the time.. to see you… I have to make it count...”
“No, Vil. You have a fever. You need to rest,” you said, sliding his arm over your shoulders, ready to haul him back to his quarters.
Rook hummed a bird’s song.
“Would you mind helping?”
The height difference between you and Vil was awkward. His legs are dragged across the floor in a languid manner. One could imagine how uncomfortable that was.
“Non non, little fawn! My hands are dirty. Roi du Poison wouldn’t allow me to taint his beauty with such bacteria. Désolé!”
“Can you at least get the door then?”
“Will do, milady,” he bowed before complying to your request.
He held the door for you as you dragged Vil to his bed. You gasped as Vil’s limbs tighten around your neck.
“Would you mind getting the sheets too? Pull them out so I can tuck him in?”
Rook hummed in response. You plopped Vil onto the mattress. Your companion’s eyes widened, hands thrown in the air.
“Mademoiselle! Careful! Roi du Poison is fragile like a flower’s first bloom.”
“He’ll be fine don’t worry. Now if you could–”
Where did he go? You blinked for one minute and the vice prefect was gone. You shook your head in dismay, turning to Vil and tucked him in bed. He looked so peaceful. His eyes were so distraught and dull before. Did he overwork himself to the point of tears? His room was a mess– shreds of fabric and crumpled balls of paper were discarded on the floor. You could hear his breathing as you made way to his desk.
What’s this? A script? And a sewing machine? What was he making? His sketches were stunning. Was this a side project of his? Was he too busy with films to continue with it? But why were his eyes so puffy?
Whatever the case was, it wasn’t your place to pry. Your fingers trailed off over the sketchbook as you made your way to his bathroom. You didn’t know where he kept the medicine or what kind he used, but it was worth a try to look around.
You opened the cabinet and your face fell. At a glance, he didn’t have anything aside from comesetics. There were a few bottles of potions, but you couldn’t make out the labels. It was best not to guess and check. The least you could do was place a wet on his head to cool down the fever. You peered over the bathroom’s door frame.
He wouldn’t mind. He was breathing heavily. You’ll face the consequences later if it violated his beauty regime. Hurriedly, you grabbed a small towel off the shelf, rinsing it in cold water in the sink. You squeezed off the excess and rushed to Vil, cursing at intervals where the water dripped onto whatever expensive material the flooring was made of. Was it expensive? You couldn’t tell. You placed it on his head gingerly.
Before you could stop yourself, you leaned down and kissed his cheek.
Holy… what did you just do? You were taking advantage of him when he was out cold. If he was awake what would he say? Why did you do that? Why did that make your heart flutter?
“F-Feel better, Vil. I’ll be going now. Tell me when you wake up,” you sighed, patting your cheeks down.
You were a fool for initiating such an intimate act while someone was sleeping. You were also talking to said someone as if they were listening. It was best to excuse yourself now. Though maybe a little note would be helpful for when he wakes up. Your sleeves dipped. Your eyes went to the source of motion: Vil.
“Fairest… can you stay?”
You were at a loss for words. Vil called you “Fairest”– as if your other nickname didn’t exist. His face was flushed from the heat and his eyes were red and teary. What to do? What to do? What to do?
Vil tugged at your sleeves and pulled you onto the bed. Your mind went blank. You were on top of him, preventing yourself from crushing him with your weight, hands pinned on each side of his head.
“V-Vil?”
He pulled you onto him, then turned to the side, causing you to face each other. The blankets were ruffled, wrapping you two into a contorted position. The towel slipped off his face. You scrambled out of bed. Vil lunged for you, pulling you back in.
“I said stay,” he pouted.
“I know, I was just getting out of bed to get back in. Wait that doesn’t make sense?”
“It does,” he said, lifting the sheets so you could climb in,
You yelped as he pulled you into his chest, “Vil? What are you doing?”
“I wanted to see you today.”
“I’m here.”
“I wanted to go on another date with you.”
Date? Does he think it was a date too? Every single one? Great Seven, have mercy…
“You should rest. We can hang out here if you want.”
Your hold on his waist tightened. You inhaled the faint scent of his cologne. Perhaps to him, this was a fever dream. Stil, all love takes patience– if what you both felt was love, that is.
“Thank you for staying , (y/n).”
“...Do you want to talk about it? Usually you’re the one listening to me, but I’m here for you too. ”
Vil buried his head into your shoulders, “Nothing much. Just overworked. Stress came to me in the form of sickness, unfortunately. How inconvenient.”
He clicked his tongue while you giggled. Even if bedridden, Vil’s mind was as proactive as ever.
“Were you crying?”
“...”
“You don’t have to answer.”
How do you comfort someone? You’ve always been the one comforted, especially from Vil. Were you gaining more from the relationship than Vil did? You wanted him to cheer up though...
“No, no. It’s fine. It’s better to get it off my chest while you’re still here.”
What did he mean by that? You weren’t leaving. Why would you? How could you?
“Do you think I’m more than my appearance?”
He was shaking. Vil was shaking. What could have possibly happened from the last time you saw him? Was he alright?
“Why do you want my opinion? We both know you’re more than a pretty face.”
“Answer the question.”
“Alright, alright. I do think you have a pretty face. You’re gorgeous, very handsome… but you’re also hardworking, diligent, strong-willed, driven, intelligent, observant and more words that I can’t think of to describe how I feel about you. Oh and a great alchemist and friend I might add. Vil, you’re pretty. You’re beautiful. Inside and out.”
Your heart hurt. Calling him your friend didn’t sit right with you. He threw his head back in a fit of laughter.
“Did I ramble too much?”
“No, not at all. I feel much better so thank you.”
“I’m glad you’re feeling better then. Whatever happened, I hope you know that it doesn’t define you. If you feel like it does, then remember that I’m your biggest fan.”
Ah, too cheesy. You’ve gotten too comfortable around Vil to think about Anxiety or your verbal filter. When you were with him, words flowed as freely as time.
“I’ll… keep that in mind.”
He didn’t say anything much about it. Was that not weird for him? Did you offer the solace he was looking for? He merely pulled away from your embrace. You thanked the heavens that his eyes were closed. If he made eye contact with you while you two were still sharing the same bed, you might as well ascend to the afterlife.
“Why do you ask though?”
“Oh I just had a miserable case of self-doubt is all. My manager kept taking roles that type-casted me as beautiful as the main character. I know I’m worth more than my looks- I want to be more than my looks- but so far the industry has told me otherwise… but thank you, (y/n).”
He stayed like that for a while, inhaling and exhaling softly. Was he sleeping? How much time had passed?
“Vil. I have a question for you. You don’t have to answer if you’re not up to it. I know you have a lot on your mind right...” you said, breaking the silence.
“Shoot.”
“Will I be able to see you again after I compensate for the time I’ve wasted?”
“You don’t waste time. You don’t have to compensate for anything. I’m glad you’re here with me. If anything, I wasted your time.”
“But you said that we could talk about compensation later. It’s been over a year, Vil,” you whimpered.
“What do you mean by compensation?” he asked firmly, opening his eyes.
You choked on your own words. This was a bad idea. It might even offend him. Would if offend him? You wanted to know.
“Our first presentation. My anxiety attack. The infirmary. You helped me. I asked why then you said there was a price and we could talk about it later. But that conversation never came up. Why is that? Why did you come to the infirmary that night? Why did you take me in? Why am I here? Why do you still talk to me?”
You couldn’t stop yourself from spewing all of the questions you had for these past months. You needed to know. You needed your heart to shatter.
He sighed, “Good grief, (y/n). You remember all of that still? It’s not as bad as you think.”
He was offended.
“Please don’t say that.”
He inhaled sharply.
“My apologies, potato. I didn’t mean it like that. But to answer your question, I felt guilty especially since I was the one who forced you onto the podium and made you redo the presentation because I couldn’t manage my first major acting role and my academics at the same time. I am sorry that you had to suffer the consequences.”
Vil turned onto his back. He brought his forearm to cover his eyes. Was he embarrassed? Ashamed? Did it hurt his pride?
“I didn’t think of it like that. I’m sorry that I ruined our project because I couldn’t manage to improvise.”
“You shouldn’t apologize for that.”
“You shouldn’t either. Your feelings are just as valid as mine. Even if you don’t have anxiety, you still can feel anxious and overwhelmed.”
“Touché.”
“And the compensation?”
“You needn’t worry about that. My time is valuable indeed but you’re not a waste of my time at all. You’re worthwhile.”
“You shouldn’t say things like that,” you muttered.
“Hm?”
“What would have been the compensation?”
Vil turned to face you, rustling the sheets, “Are you that curious, Fairest?”
“F-Fairest?”
“Hm, yes it suits you now more than ever. Close your eyes for a moment. This should be quick.”
You obliged, closing your eyes. Vil wouldn’t do something terrible to you would he? He gripped your shoulders and pushed you flat on your back. You felt him shift his leg so he could straddle you. You instinctively cursed yourself in a ball.
“You can relax. I’m not going to hurt you.”
You loosened your muscles, trying hard not to burst into a fit of nervous laughter. You were scared.
“Fairest.”
“Yes?”
“How was your day?”
“Well, it was—mmmphhh!”
Vil had told you to keep your eyes closed, but how could you? Not when he was kissing you. You had waited for this moment. You fantasized about it, daydreaming, pining for him on the daily. You never saw it coming. Did he return your feelings? After all this time? You mewled as he bit your bottom lip. You were hot, feverish just like your beloved prefect. Was he alright? He was flushed, coughing as you pushed him away.
“My time has been compensated,” he smirked.
His expression quickly changed, “Hey! Why are you crying? Did I hurt you? That was too bold wasn’t it… Goodness (y/n)...”
You cupped his cheeks.
“Not at all. I’m just so happy that you feel the same.”
“Feel the same?”
You faltered. Was he toying with you? No, he wouldn’t…
“I-I like you a lot, you know. I don’t know of a time I didn’t. You’re so confident and I adore you for that. I love how you’re always there for me, how you always listen to me, and how you lean on me too. I love how you include me and see me no less than anyone else. I love you so much that my heart hurts,” you paused and moved your hands to clutch your chest, “But if it isn’t love then I suppose that’s fine too. I think I might be in love with the idea of you. It might be a little presumptuous here, spouting nonsense to you, but I don’t want to be just friends. Even if I am broken, I want to make you happy so please accept my feelings-!”
Cheesy. Too cheesy! You’re oversharing, (y/n). Stop. It. Death suddenly seemed like a viable option. You loved him so much that you must die. Yes, that was the only way.
Vil kissed you. This time, it was more of a peck.
“This whole time… you… I love you too, Fairest. I accept you and your feelings. Thank you for being so patient with me,” he kissed the trail of tears running down your cheeks, “You already make me so happy. I love your innocence, your beauty—inside and out as you would say. I admire your strength to help others despite being in a world of your own. I love your selflessness and... your adorable reactions to situations that make you anxious. Please, tug at my sleeves some more.”
You pouted at the last bit. Vil was observant. You’ve come to learn that the hard way. The trait never withered.
He continued: “I will be in your care from now on.”
Ah. He was crying. Smiling too. What a sappy mess of emotions you two were, sobbing in each other’s arms over a mutual confession.
He flicked your forehead, “And don’t you dare call yourself broken. You are not below me and I am not above you. We’re in this together. I love you and you love me and you better love yourself too. You hear me, potato?”
“Yes, but–”
“Did I stutter?”
You pressed your forehead against his, “Will do, Vil.”
He lowered his weight onto you, nuzzling into your neck. You wrapped your arms around his neck and combed through his champagne gold locks. You were sniffling. You were relieved that he loved you the way you loved him. You were relieved that you didn’t fall in love with potential. He loved you for you and you loved him the same. What if you weren’t good enough for? No, no, he said he felt the same. Stop overthinking, (y/n).
You were drained after all this worrying. Being plagued by thoughts assuming the worst about him and the worst case scenarios concerning your confession consumed your mind. There was not a single day where your head was clear.
You were exhausted. So, so, so tired. Tired of thinking. Tired of Anxiety. Sleep seemed nice right now especially with Vil laying on top of you. The monster inside your head had gone dormant. All there was the thought of Vil being by your side, loving you and Anxiety all the same.
Your consciousness faded.
[ April, Someday– Vil’s Birthday, Pomefiore Dormitory Hallway ]
“Vil. Vil!!!” you squealed, tackling your lover from behind.
He staggered on his toes, but recovered swiftly. He was tall. The stilettos made him taller. You were up to his shoulders, giggling, slipping under the long sleeves of the Pomefiore dorm uniform.
“Au revoir, Roi du Poison. Mademoiselle (y/n),” Rook chuckled and excused himself.
Vil gave Rook a look of disdain yet the vice prefect skipped along the halls, paying no mind to the daggers coming his way. Your beloved turned to you and smiled.
“Happy birthday~”
“You’re frisky today.”
“I’m excited.”
“I can see that. Thank you,” he pats your head.
“Are you busy?”
“I’m finishing up something. You’re welcome to wait in my room. Might I tell you that you look beautiful today? Red lipstick suits you.”
You followed him into his quarters, seating yourself on the bed, fiddling with the ends of your hair. He called you beautiful. You were giddy over something trivial. It was normal for one to call their significant other beautiful. In truth, he was the fairest, not you. You never minded. You loved watching him flourish in the spotlight.
You watched him undo his bun, letting his hair fall loose. The ends were curled, bouncing on his shoulders. He stepped into the bathroom to shed the dorm uniform off, opting for a black suit with faint floral patterns. Your eyes widened, coming to terms with the fact that he wore no dress shirt underneath the suit.
“You’re eighteen now, Vil,” you mused.
“What of it?”
“Oh nothing. I was just thinking.”
He hummed in response, “Is that so?”
“It feels like yesterday when we were both- what? Fifteen? Nevermind that. It’s silly. Would you like to see your gift now?”
“How does after the party sound?” he asked, lining his eyes with a thick eyeliner.
A thin smirk creeped up on his lips.
The look was similar to the standard ceremonial robes makeup. His silver chain-like earrings, leather choker and red heels threw off the professional look. Vil was striking. From what he told you, his producers had invited him to a party celebrating the release of a film he starred in. It was conveniently on his birthday. He spent the last few weeks convincing you to go with him.
You gave in, but the thought of attending a social gathering with people you had never met before worried you. Vil reassured you that he would remain by your side at all times. You agreed on the spot, putting on a brave face for his sake. He promised to spend time with you afterwards. Just you and him. He even agreed to eat cake.
“I’m okay with that.”
“Thank you. I know you’re excited, but I want to save all the birthday related things for after.”
He set his makeup down and handed you a container of gel, climbing onto the bed while you got on your knees. You wrapped your arms around his neck.
“You never let me do your hair.”
“Think of it as a reward for coming along with me.”
“I told you that you didn’t have to worry about that,” you said, letting go of your embrace and popping off the container’s lid.
“I’m thankful, but don’t push yourself for me.”
“I won’t, don’t worry. Besides, I want to. You’re going to be busy after today. I want to spend as much time as possible with you today.”
He smiled and helped you push his hair back. Dipping your fingers into the cool aquamarine substance, you combed through your lover’s hair, bringing his bangs back. When you finished, he turned around to kiss you. He caught you off guard, but you leaned into the kiss instantly. It wasn’t passionate nor was it chaste. It was somewhere in between as to not smear your lipstick. You reached for his hair to deepen it, but he grabbed your wrists. Right. You had forgotten.
“Later,” he whispered.
Your cheeks were dusted with a rosy tint. Later? As quickly as he pulled away from you, Vil slid off the bed. He passed by his mirror, patting down his suit and hair. Then, he extended his hand to you, “Shall we go?”
[ Land of Pyroxene, Venue’s Rose Gardens ]
Vil said it was a small social gathering. A small party. The amount of people was fair to his description, but the setting was overwhelming. It was sophisticated. There were fae servers and ice sculptures. You were surprised to learn that the soirée was held in his homeland. You were expecting a carriage yet he simply led you to the mirror chamber where the headmaster bid him farewell.
And here you are. You were in a rose garden differed from Heartslabyul’s greatly as the roses were as white as snow. They grew on pickets and hung over your heads like grape vines. It was scenic, ethereal, like something out of a fairytale. There was also a castle in the distance, adding to the regality of the venue.
“Vil! Oh thank goodness you’re here. I almost thought you were going to leave me to fend against all of these actors wanting to know more about you,” a stout woman said, scrambling towards him, “Oh? Is this your– ohhhhh–”
“Adella, this is (y/n). Fairest, this is Adella, my manager.”
Vil paused, cueing you for an introduction. He glanced at you.
“Chin up, dear,” he wrapped an arm around your waist, “There’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Breathe. Breathe. Inhale. Exhale. Adella was Vil’s manager. Like he said, she’s nothing to be afraid of.
“P-Pleasure to meet you,” you extended your hand out.
She took it with a death grip. Sheer willpower prevented you from wincing.
“No, no, the pleasure is mine. Vil has told me so much about you. And my, he calls you ‘Fairest’ how adorable~”
“What has he told you?”
You heard his breath hitch. Vil’s arm slithered back to his side. Was that too much? You were curious, but what if that made him uncomfortable? You should apologize later.
“Nothing much. I didn’t even know what you looked like even! His pet name for you suits you so well. Oh! I do know that he frequently asks about his schedule because he said that he wants to spend time with the s–”
“That’s enough now, Adella,” Vil said, crossing his arms and putting his weight on one foot.
Shoot. He was displeased.
“Yes, yes, sorry. Shall we go greet your colleagues? You are free to mingle afterwards. I know that there was this one actor who was practically begging me to see you. You weren't here yet though so what could I do? Fufufu~”
“Are you coming, (y/n)?” Vil asked, turning his head to see you trailing behind.
You halted and pointed to the dessert table, “You can go on ahead.”
He nodded and followed his manager to the east side of the garden. You made your way to your own destination. While you wanted to go with Vil, meeting Adella set your nerves ablaze and drained all the social energy you had. Plus, you felt out of place when you stood next to Vil.
Compared to him, you could never pull off silver earrings. A pair of red heels simply looked better on him than they ever would on you. Then there was Adella who was also gorgeous with her messy bun and nude lipstick. She wasn’t a public figure yet you felt small around her presence. She exuded a lovable aura that drew people around her. If you had to meet more people who were meant for the spotlight, celebrities no less, you could never manage through the night. If you avoided strangers, you should be fine. There were cake pops amongst other treats at the table. You were going to have a ball of a time.
You plucked the confection off its stand, examining it thoroughly. It was as luxurious as the party’s decor. The dessert resembled the poison apple the Beautiful Queen from the stories you were told as a child. Gold foil acted as the poison while a red coating of candy melts acted as the skin of the apple. You bit the top off. It was a vanilla sponge cake. Odd for an extravagant event like this as you assumed the flavors would be bolder. Maybe it was the kind expensive vanilla. Were they all the same flavor? You plucked another one from the stand, biting into it. Oh this one was red velvet with a cream cheese filling. Were there other flavors?
“My, my, you sure like the cake pops, don’t you?” a voice cooed.
You turned your head to meet the owner of that sweet voice. He had hair as black as ebony and skin as white as snow. His eyes were a warm chocolate brown. He wore a yellow jumpsuit with a red ribbon which was complemented by a black beret. He strained a smile at you.
“You needn’t look at me like a deer in headlights. It’s okay I like cake pops too,” he laughed.
“Who are you?”
“Eh? You don’t know who I am?”
You shook your head. He blinked twice.
“I’m Neige LeBlanche, lead actor of the film. But, say, since you don’t know who I am, I’m assuming you’re someone’s plus one? You seem kind of young though...”
He took a cake pop from the stand, peeling off the gold foil.
“I’m Vil’s plus one.”
“Vil? I would have never guessed. I thought he said he wasn’t bringing someone. He didn’t seem like he wanted to either...” he mumbled something and paused, “As expected of my senior! Say, what are you to him?”
You pulled the ends of your hair, “I-I’m his girlfriend.”
“Is that so? He never mentioned having a girlfriend. I always thought he was going to end up–”
“We started dating a few weeks ago.”
“Oh my, that’s–”
“I have to go so if you’ll excuse me, Neige. It’s been nice meeting you. Congrats on the film,” you waved.
“No, no, the pleasure is mine, (y/n). I’m glad I got to meet Vil’s girlfriend. You were so sweet! I hope we can talk some more in the future! Oh I know–You should follow me on MagiCam! We can talk there,” he exclaimed, clasping his hands around yours.
He was so bubbly… You didn’t know how to handle him. Was this interaction not awkward to him at all? Your cheeks flushed as you excused yourself. You held your head down low and avoided eye contact with everyone you crossed paths with. Where you were headed to was a mystery, even to you. Anywhere was fine. Anywhere secluded. Anywhere without people, but close enough to trace your footsteps back to the rose gardens should anything arise.
Of course, that was the ideal scenario. In your situation, nothing was ideal per se. You were lost. You had trudged forward whilst looking at the ground, not getting a good look of your surroundings at all. It was hard to tell where you were. If you had known better, you would say that you were in a children’s book. The rose bushes towered high above your head and the castle was closer than it was before. In the center of it all was a gazebo adorned with intricate floral details. There was also a well to the side of the structure. You made your way to the gazebo and sat down on the bench, gazing upon the beauty of the raven sky. It glittered like a thousand fireflies.
You sighed, “The moon is beautiful tonight.”
[ Some Ungodly Hour, Venue’s Rose Garden ]
“Nghh…”
“You’re awake now?”
Vil? What was he doing here? The moon was high in the sky. It was late. You were resting your head on his lap. You sat upright in an abrupt motion.
“I’m sorry.”
“What for?”
“Ruining the party by running off and falling asleep, wasting your time when you could have been talking to someone more important–”
Vil put a finger to your lips: “I was getting exhausted of people commenting on my looks anyway. You did worry me by running off though. To think that I had to ask Neige of all people too.”
That last part about Neige. Did he not like his co-star? He ran his hand through his hair while you adjusted yourself into a more comfortable position. You opted to lean your head on his shoulder. Vil reciprocated by placing his head on top of yours, nuzzling it.
“The party is still ongoing so don’t worry,” he said, “Though you could have told me where you were.”
You exhaled. Thank goodness. It would have been embarrassing if it ended.
“Sorry about that.”
“Was it that exhausting for you? I told you not to push yourself for my sake. It makes neither of us happy.”
“At first, no, I wasn’t. I was a bit nervous around your manager but then Neige threw me off for a bit–”
“Neige? What did he say to you?”
“Nothing. He just asked what I was to you and I wasn’t prepared for that.”
“We’re leaving.”
“What? Why?”
Your stomach growled. You looked down at the ground. Suddenly the grass below your feet was the most interesting thing in the world. He took your hand firmly. His grip was different. He held you as if he was about to lose you.
“I had talked to everyone I needed to talk to. I’m done for the day and so are you. I would like to celebrate my birthday now with my dearly beloved if she would please.”
It wasn’t a request. It was a demand. There was no room for apologies.
You rose from the bench, grimacing at the soreness and took his hand, following him to the mirror.
[ Midnight, Vil’s Bedroom ]
Was he mad? He said he wasn’t. But then why was he handling you so roughly? Vil pulled you into the bathroom. He turned the faucet on, drawing water into the bathtub. He grabbed a bottle of bubble bath product and rose petals. He emptied the contents and discarded the containers onto the cool tiles. They rattled and echoed. Vil turned to his cabinets, searching for something. Strands of his loosely gelled hair swayed back and forth as he sifted through his cosmetics. He muttered gibberish as he found makeup wipes. Pulling you towards him, he began to wipe the gunk off your face. His motions were rigid, frantic, like he was wiping at a stubborn speck on a mirror. He turned you around and undid your dress’s zipper. The process was akin to a kitten’s first yawn. Slow, drawling yet somehow winsome. The act was intimate. Vil manhandling you was a first. It spawned many mixed motions. The positives outweigh the negatives, but was he alright? His eyes were ready to cry. They were glossy to the rim. When the zipper reached the end of its path, he pushed you aside and tended to his own face with a new wipe.
“Strip and get into the tub,” he instructed.
Strip? That was off-putting, especially from him. He didn’t want to have birthday sex did he? Or would he leave when he was done with his makeup? It had to be the latter. You held your sides, preventing the dress from slipping down your shoulders. But what if he did? What if he wanted to let out his frustrations on you? Was that it? He said he was more worried than upset, but his actions betrayed his words. He was tense. He could burst at any moment. Vil, as he was now, was a time bomb, ticking away. You feared he might break.
Vil snapped his fingers before you. You flinched. As you regain focus into the real world, you come to the sight of your lover in the tub, hair wet and his body leaning against the edge. His clothes were hanging on the laundry hamper. You looked away, excusing yourself under your breath. A tug on the hem of your dress stopped you in your tracks. He had broken. His eyes were red and puffy though no tears trailed down his fair complexion. You knelt down beside the tub, tucking his hair behind his ear.
“Vil…”
“Could you stay?”
“In the tub?”
“Only if you want to.”
Why is it that he could always see through you? Was your discomfort obvious? No, no, he was merely attentive. Then again, you were equally observant to everyone, especially towards Vil. Your darling was an open book, an easy read– the merit being that his words rarely matched his actions. He was a novel full of metaphors, eloquent tones and arbitrary words. Underneath the complications, he was as simple as the next composition. He was as insecure as any other person, if not more. To read Vil Schoenheit, you mustn't analyze his speech. Words fail in this case. You had to look for the little things: his weight shifting on one leg, his shoulders tensing, his eyebrows furrowing for a brief moment, his shortness of breath, his eyes.
In this very moment in time, Vil needed you. He said there was no obligation, but the small frown on his lips told you otherwise. He was aware of your own boundaries, but at times like these, when he needed you most, your instinct to reach for him, to hold him, triumphed over your murky thoughts. There was mutual trust between you and Vil, two profoundly regardful people. One was observant because he had a keen eye for details and all things beautiful. The other was observant because she was wary of the opinions of others.
Vil turned away from you as you let your dress and undergarments fall to the ground. His eyes were closed when you climbed into the tub.
“You never have to push yourself for my sake, Fairest,” Vil said as he wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled your back closer to his chest.
“I don’t mind if it’s for you. I will tell you when I can’t do something, I promise.”
“You better,” he sighed.
You turned around and cupped his cheeks, “What about you? Are you alright? You’ve been so stiff ever since we left.”
You scooped some soap suds onto his hair, lathering and combing though his silky locks while you waited for him to formulate the right words.
“Fairest, do you think I am more than my appearance?”
You stopped mid-caress and nodded. His looks were always a touchy subject. Vil had a severe case of type-casting, a situation where he was only casted for roles with “beautiful” as the main attribute of the character. At first, he was content with them, but as time went on, he felt defined by his appearance. His hard work was futile in an industry that valued beauty over effort. Comments such as “you only got to where you are now because of your face” was a stab in the heart for Vil. He often sought out you or Rook for comfort. It came to the point where Vil frequently declined callbacks.
He continued, “No matter how much I talked to others about my role in the film or attempted to make more connections to those in the industry, they would always comment on my ensemble first. Sometimes they comment on how I look and nothing more.”
“So you feel invalidated for your efforts?”
“Yes, I feel like none of the work I put into getting where I am now. I feel like all I had to do was look pretty and everything will be handed to me… just like Neige. I want to be as pretty as him. I want to be as popular as him. I want to be recognized for my skills and get casted for the best roles. Not superficial ones. I want… I want....”
You embraced him as he choked on his own words.
“This is hypocritical since it’s coming from me, but you should never compare yourself or your efforts or progress to anyone else. You are enough as you are, at your own pace.”
His arms engulfed you. He kissed you, intertwining his tongue with yours.
“I’m sorry,” Vil said, pulling away.
“I’m sorry too.”
“What did I tell you about saying sorry for something that’s out of your control?”
“But you’re apologizing too,” you laughed.
He snorted.
“But I do feel guilty for leaving you alone though. Maybe I could have said something for your sake. I feel even worse since it was your birthday.”
“We’re both pathetic in that regard.”
You scooped water onto Vil’s head. He did the same for you. You looked him into the eyes before averting your gaze. They were as intense as ever.
“I accept your apology though. In turn, you should accept mine.”
“I can’t. Sorry, Vil. You told me that I should never apologize for how I feel. Neither should you.”
“But I don’t have anxi–”
“You don’t have to have anxiety or anything to have a bad mental health day. You don’t have to have anxiety or anything to feel insecure or worthless. Those feelings are valid for anyone”
“You do have a point there,” Vil said as he tousled his hair.
“I have something for you. It may not be your birthday anymore,” you glanced at the clock, “but we haven’t slept yet so in my mind the day isn’t over yet.”
“What kind of logic is that?”
“Does it still feel like a ninth of April to you?”
“Yes, but technically it’s not.”
“Think of it as a feeling then,” you said and climbed out of the tub.
Vil assisted you in the process and got towels for you both. He languidly dried your hair. His touch was soft like a ghost’s embosom. You could barely feel his touch. Then, he waltzed over to his dresser and gave you one of his silk pajama tops. While he was getting dressed, you grabbed your gift for him, sitting on the edge of the mattress waiting for him.
Shortly after, he plopped down on the bed. The pillows bounced on impact. You held the gift bag over his chest. He looked up at you then at the bag. Sitting up, he opened it.
“Well?”
Your lover tore through the tissue paper, revealing a small box wrapped in brown wrapping paper, red ribbon and twine. His eyes sparkled like a child on Christmas Day.
He read the present tag aloud: “‘To my darling: Vil Schoenheit. Happy birthday.’”
He undid the bow, careful not to ruin the label. He found the edges of the wrapping paper and picked off the tape piece by piece and discarded it on the ground. It fell with grace. Vil lifted the lid of the box.
“A book?”
“Open it.”
Granted, you were more nervous than he was. Would he like it? Today was not his day. You hoped to make him feel better. If he didn’t like it in the slightest, you wouldn’t know how to feel. You wanted to see him smile. It was his birthday. He did not deserve to feel insecure because of soirée guests. He did not deserve to feel so small when he was your world. In fact, he deserved the world for all that he was. He worked too hard not to. His efforts deserved to be paid off. Perhaps not every day, but for his birthday, he should have. It was his day.
Vil obliged, turning to the title page.
“Eighteen things I love about you,” he read.
You leaned over his shoulder.
“Did you honestly write an essay about your love for me?”
“No,” you said, burying your head into the crook of his neck, “Just look.”
“I jest, Fairest.”
Vil licked his finger and turned the page.
“Ah. A scrapbook? Let’s see… ‘Number one: I love how—”
You put a hand over his mouth, “It’s embarrassing if you read it out loud.”
“I think it’s endearing. Besides, I live for your flushed face.”
You whined and he let out a laugh.
“I’ll spare you. I’ll only read the first one aloud.”
“That’s fair,” you mumbled.
“I hope it is. Anyhow… ‘Number one: I love how you carry yourself with utmost respect. I love how you know your worth. I love how angry you are when you are undermined– because you know you are worth more than what the current situation offers. Your confidence is contagious as it inspires me to acknowledge my own worth, to be bolder and seek opportunities that are on par to my own capabilities.’”
He paused.
“What?” you asked.
“I like how you included a photo of us as freshman potatoes,” he said, running his fingers over the image as if he was wiping away dust.
“You always were always like a star to me, ever since we first met. It was hard to start off this scrapbook without referencing that.”
You twirled the ends of your hair.
“I’m glad that you see me in such a way.”
His voice was so soft, inaudible even.
“Vil?”
No response. He flipped the book to page two. Then to page three and so forth. He was still. His chest did not rise and fall each breath. He didn’t even blink. He stopped at the last page. It read: “I love you. You as a whole– the person you present to the crowd and the person you present to a select few. I love you for every flaw and insecurity. I love and accept you in the same way you love and accept me and more. I promise to love you forevermore– no shunning, no judging, just staying by your side and watching you grow into a person I fall in love with more and more every day.”
He pushed you down onto the bed and kissed you, dropping the book onto the ground.
“V-Vil…”
A sense of déjà vu washed over you.
He was vulnerable. He knew, you knew. His lips were quivering and his eyes were glossy. But did he like it? You tried so hard not to say that you liked him because of his looks. That was a touchy subject for him. Did that last one come off as too cheesy? You were told you were quite sappy on top of having an ability with words but still…
“What are you doing writing a bunch of wedding vows, you sweet potato?” Vil muttered as he cuddled you.
“I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. We’re barely a month into this relationship so that’s out of the question. I’m pretty sure we’re still in our honeymoon phase too. But that’s how I feel right now. So… What if I wrote a bunch of wedding vows to you? What of it?”
You could feel heat rising to your cheeks. Hopefully, he didn’t find your sudden confession cringe-worthy.
“I never said it was bad... I feel the same.”
He let the last part of his sentence trail off into silence.
“Do you feel better now?”
Was that out of place? Did that kill the mood? What if you soured his mood?
“Much better, thank you. I appreciate it and… I love you too. I know I don’t say it a lot, but I think you know that already.”
“I do.”
He peppered your face with kisses. Some were on your lips, Others were on your cheeks and forehead and occasionally trailed down your jawline.
“I also have something else for you,” you spoke up, pushing him off of you so you could grab another bag that you left by the foot of his bed.
“You spoil me, Fairest.”
“It’s not much. Just a cake I made for you.”
“A whole cake?”
“A cupcake, I mean. I know you’re not one for sweets.”
“And you left it in my room with no refrigeration.”
You pointed to the ice pack. He nodded. You pulled out a cake box, propping it open on Vil’s hands and told him to hold still. You placed a candle in the center and lit with a little spark of fire magic.
“Make a wish~”
“What am I? Twelve?”
“You have to make a wish.”
“Fine,” he said as he blew out the taper, “I wish to be with you for as long as possible.”
“You can’t say your wish out loud. It won’t come true!”
“Do you have any intention of separating from me?”
“N-No.”
“I don’t see why my wish won’t come true then,” Vil said as he cut the cupcake in half, handing you a piece.
“I guess you’re right about that.”
“Careful. If you get crumbs on my bed, you’re sleeping in the spare room.”
“...Understood.”
[ Present Day, Pomefiore Hallway ]
One moment he was dolling you up, the next he was wrapping a blindfold around your eyes and led you down the hallway to god knows where. You were still walking straight so you only assumed that you were still in the Pomefiore dormitories. Unless you walked through a mirror. Or maybe you simply had a terrible sense of direction. Whatever the case was, it did not change the fact that you were trembling.
“Vil. Where are you taking me?”
He exhaled. You could hear his chest heave.
“Darling, are you scared?”
Like how you could read him like an open book, he knew you like the back of his hand. You nodded and you felt him undo the blindfold. He held the ribbon in his hand and yours in the other. You looked into his eyes for comfort. He was wearing a single French braid. It was nostalgic. It was like you were first years again. He wasn’t wearing a school uniform, but it was enough to stir up fond memories. Instead, Vil wore a casual ensemble with a kimono-esque silhouette. He wore a white dress shirt with a pair of shapeless, high-waisted black dress pants. A cardigan with an ornate pattern accentuated the look, He wasn’t wearing the barrette you made him for his sixteenth birthday either, but you felt nostalgic regardless.
“I still need you to close your eyes for me though,” he said, putting the hand with the ribbon over your eyes, “I know you’re scared, but please hold on for a little longer.”
You nodded and closed your eyes. You felt his hand leaving your face, but the other was holding yours tightly, guiding you to your destination.
“Fairest, are your eyes actually closed?” Vil asked, breaking the silence.
“Y-Yes.”
You had been walking for a few minutes now. Where was he taking you?
“Vil, do you know what today is?”
No response.
“Vil… You’re scaring me.”
“We’re almost there, don't worry.”
Would it hurt to trust him for a little bit? You trailed behind him aimlessly. Your steps lagged behind his.
“You ready?” he asked, cupping his lanky fingers over your eyes.
You nodded. Whatever could it be? Lacking sight made Anxiety rattle against your skull. Was Vil going to push you off a cliff? Send you to your doom? No, no, no. He wouldn’t. That was too extreme, (y/n). Calm down.
He lifted his fingers off of your eyes, whispering a faint “happy birthday” to you. You gasped. Pomefiore lounge decorated with streamers and balloons– color coordinated to match both the dorm’s interior as well as your favorite colors. Rose petals were sprinkled on the ground. You heard Vil step away from you. You jumped as you heard something pop and turned around to find the source. Before you could react, a swarm of confetti went your way followed by a loud “surprise!”
You blinked twice, pulling bits of paper out of your hair.. You stepped forward and spun your heel. Were you dreaming?
“Hey, are you crying? I forbid you from crying. Your mascara is going to smear. Stop touching your face,” Vil scolded, running to your side, whipping out a handkerchief to pat your tears dry.
He had no confetti on his person. He was pristine.
“Vil… it’s wonderful. Thank you. I’m so glad you didn’t forget.”
“How could I forget? You must give me more credit, Fairest. I may not have the time to be with you every day, but I’m not cruel as to forgot your birthday,” he huffed, pulling you into a hug.
He was right. He could have never forgotten. Was he mad that you doubted him? He didn’t seem irritated. It wasn’t like him to forget such an important date. You’ll give him credit for being a good actor; he fooled you well. He ignored you for almost two weeks. Whenever you brought up your birthday, he brushed over it and changed the subject. You were on edge the entire time. A weight was lifted off your chest.
“I know you’re not one for parties, but I figured I’d go all out for a small group of people you are comfortable with. You’re seventeen now. Rejoice, my dear.”
You pecked his lips, “This is fine. Thank you so much.”
Snap!
“Cute~ Hashtag: Vil-Did-Not-Forget. Hashtag: (y/n)’s-Growth Record. Hashtag: (y/n)-And-Vil-Forever. Hashtag: Birthday. And posted! Happy birthday, (y/n)-chan~”
“Ah. Thank you, Cay-kun.”
“Did you have to do that?” your lover asked, hands on his hip.
“It’s fine, Vil.”
He nodded. You hoped he wouldn’t bicker too much with Leona as the upperclassman was lounging a bit too close to the throne for [Vil’s] comfort. You sighed as he went to the refreshments table.
“You’ve grown for much,” Cater said with crocodile tears, hugging you.
“I’m still the same height.”
“I didn’t mean that, silly.”
“What did you mean then?”
“Nothing, much. You just look happier. Anyways, here’s your present. Continue to blossom, m’kay?”
You took the gift: “Alright?”
“Cater. Mind your manners. You’re being rude. According to the–,” a voice called.
“I don’t think I am, right, (y/n)? Tell Riddle for me~” he pouted.
His eyes widened as the complexion of Heartslabyul’s prefect grew as red as his hair.
“Hey now. Let’s not fight,” Trey, the vice prefect, hurried over to pat Riddle’s back.
You sighed, “There’s nothing to worry about, Riddle.”
You could have sworn you saw a vein deflate on his forehead as he mumbled something about the rules. He handed you a bouquet of roses.
“Happy birthday, (y/n).”
“Let’s take a Heartslabyul selfie to celebrate! Say cheese!”
No one said cheese. The flash flickered before your eyes as you held the flowers close to your nose. Riddle’s eyebrows were scrunched together. He was socially awkward in that aspect.
“Hashtag: Heartsla…”
Cater’s words faded. Since when have you been comfortable taking pictures with him. It was nice. You felt pretty today. Was it because Vil dolled you up to a T? You hugged the bouquet closer to your chest as you walked towards the refreshments table.
“Oi. Herbivore. Watch the tail,” an all too familiar voice groaned.
“Good afternoon to you too, Leona.”
“Here’s your present.”
He handed you a small box and he waved you goodbye. Was he not going to stay? You watched his back get smaller and smaller as he walked out of the Pomefiore Lounge. He wasn’t big on parties either. That was alright.
You continued the refreshments, stopping occasionally and accumulating presents here and there, engaging in idle chatter. Soon, your arms were full of trinkets and parcels. You panted as you set the gifts onto a spare table.
“You’re quite the attraction,” Vil said, sipping on a glass of apple cider.
“I don’t really think I’m–”
“Own it for a day, will you? You look absolutely divine.”
“Thank you, Vil.”
He wrapped an arm around your shoulder, “My pleasure, Fairest.”
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Additional Voice Lines: Scary Dress event card
School Uniform - R
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“Every single one of you looks miserable. Where should I start disciplining you all?”
Groovy
“Classes are still valuable lessons. Let’s try to enjoy them.”
Home Setting
“Stop looking so sluggish. You should move with more of a bounce in your step.”
Home Transitions
“I am the only one who can express myself. Even these designated uniforms are just tools I use for that.”
“If you’re going to dress yourself in Night Raven College’s uniform, I expect you to behave appropriately.”
“Isn’t that uniform too big on you? It’s unflattering to your figure if it’s not the right size.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“Would you like to run to the store with me? I’d like some fresh fruit, and I could also use someone to carry my bags.”
Home Taps
“Oh, no, don’t tell me that’s cat hair on your uniform—oh, wait. It’s Grim’s, is it?”
“You have a question for me? Heheh, I don’t give out my secrets for free.”
“It’s natural to need to work hard so that you make up for what you lack. I have no sympathy for you.”
“You want to know my diet? What are you going to do with it if I told you? You won’t become beautiful just by eating like I do.”
“Enough, stop pulling on me. I don’t remember saying you could mend my clothes for me.”
PE Uniform - R
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“I spare no effort if it’s for the sake of beauty.”
Groovy
“Are you ready? My regimen is very intense.”
Home Setting
“Now, let’s begin our training.”
Home Transitions
“You should do everything you can to preserve your beauty. Are you going to come running with me?”
“Hah, I’m worried about getting sunburnt during our outdoors classes... I’ll have to ask Rook to put on my sunscreen for me.”
“Every once in a while, I come across idiots who believe they can win against me if they use their fists. Of course, the tables always turn against them.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“How long are you going to stay here? I’ve already finished my daily workout.”
Home Taps
“It’s good to do some stretches right after you’ve taken a bath.”
“Physical strength is an important factor in becoming a great mage. Make sure you work your hardest.”
“Sweating helps you feel refreshed. It isn’t good for your beauty to bottle up stress.”
“It’s important for there to be an agreement between your clothes and your body. You need to be careful not to build muscles for no reason.”
“You should direct any questions you have to Epel instead of me. Flying seems to be that boy’s strong suit.”
Lab Coat - SR
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“You want me to teach you about magic potions? Will you even be able to keep up?”
Groovy
“I could make any potion you could ever dream of. Hehe, should I tell you my tricks?”
Home Setting
“I even pull this lab coat off beautifully.”
Home Transitions
“I’m very confident in potions. It's helpful to know so much about herbs when making smoothies as well. It’s up to you to take care of your own body.”
“You want me to help you with your work? I’m impressed with how strong your will to study is. But research on your own first before asking me.”
“Rook is in the science club. In exchange for helping me with the film studies club activities, I lend him a hand from time to time too.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“True beauty is determined by strong intellect. You can always doctor your looks, but your true colors will still shine through right away.”
Home Transition (Groovy)
“Don’t I smell nice~? This is a perfume I concocted myself. It fits my image, doesn’t it?”
Home Taps
“If you want to perfect your skill in pharmaceutics, then you need to have focus more than anything. It’s important to have a strong resolve to bring things to completion.”
“You can’t use magic, right? Then you should at least put all your effort into your studies.”
“I do my own cooking. I prefer to choose the nutrients my body needs.”
“You have wrinkles in your lab coat. Ironing is a must if you want to look polished.”
“Oh, you certainly seem to have a lot of free time. I’m not going to pity you if Crewel scolds you at your next exam.”
Home Tap (Groovy)
“The ingredients I pick for my morning smoothies are always based on how I’m feeling health-wise that day. Hm? You want to know my recipes? That would take all day.”
Ceremony Robes - SR
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“Being a student of Night Raven College is something you should be very proud of.”
Groovy
“Don’t I look just as flawless in these ceremony robes as well?”
Home Setting
“Chic clothing fits me well, doesn’t it?”
Home Transitions
“Why are you so stiff...? Oh, are you nervous? You haven’t seen anything yet if you’re still getting nervous at school assemblies.”
“You shouldn’t strive to be like me. Try pushing yourself as hard as you can while keeping your experience level in mind.”
“Beauty lies in the eye of the beholder. I wouldn’t mind you staring at me so mesmerized for a little longer.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“A mysterious makeup look with a monotone finish goes best with this unique outerwear. If the makeup doesn’t match the outfit, then your clothes are going to outshine you.”
Home Transition (Groovy)
“The colors of our ceremony robes blend in nicely with the night. I don’t hate this deep and mysterious style.”
Home Taps
“Just when I thought things were getting noisy... it’s you again. You’re always so full of energy. ...Hold on, that wasn’t a compliment.”
“Your figure is important with these ceremony robes. Tying this wide belt around your waist lets one show off an androgynous beauty.”
“You may not have magic, but you can still take care of your appearance, can’t you? It’s not an excuse to look sloppy.”
“At the entrance ceremony, I thought for certain you were going to get thrown out right away... But you seem to be adjusting to this academy.”
“I know you want me to entertain you, but I’m busy right now so can you wait until later?”
Home Tap (Groovy)
“I like the ceremony robes. They have an eternal beauty that never goes out of style. You should be proud you get to wear them as well.”
Dorm Uniform - SSR
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“Strength is what makes one beautiful. Allow me to present my power to you.”
“I presume you’re prepared to put your life on the line for the sake of beauty, yes?”
Groovy
“Is it this uniform that’s captivated you? Or perhaps, is it me? Hehe.”
Home Setting
“So? Do I look just like a queen?”
Home Transitions
“What will you be off doing today? Would you mind helping with our shoot for the film studies club? I’m sure even you are capable of using the equipment.”
“The dorm leader’s work can be a lot to manage, but there is no person more suited for leading Pomefiore than me.”
“My skin has been on point lately. ...What? You want a closer look? It isn’t my fault if my beauty blinds you.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“The Ramshackle Dorm is just awful. It smells musty and there is dust everywhere. You do know the difference between “vintage” and “run-down,” right?”
Home Transition (Groovy)
“Have you met our vice dorm leader yet? I have full trust in his insight. ...There are times his conduct may be odd, but I’m letting it pass as of now.”
Home Taps
“The Pomefiore dorm leader’s crown was designed based on motifs the Queen was said to fancy. Take a look—it’s perfect for me, don’t you think?”
“I swear, I always catch Epel staring at me in complete silence... Hehe. He must have so much going through his head.”
“The freshmen this year are nothing but potatoes. None of them know how to improve themselves and it gets so frustrating to deal with.”
“You think I look good in this uniform? That’s only natural. The dorm leader is meant to flaunt it even more beautifully than the other students.”
“Yes, there is no doubt that my beauty would make anyone unconsciously want to reach out and touch it...”
Home Tap (Groovy)
“You think I’m stoic? ...It’s true I hear that a lot. I’m simply focusing all my efforts towards my goals. Wouldn’t this be the obvious outcome?”
Duo Magic
Vil: “Leona! I don’t need anyone dragging me down.”
Leona: “Ha! Who do you think you’re talking to, Vil?”
Birthday Celebration Outfit - SSR
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“Now, how are you going to celebrate for me?”
“It seems my birthday will be especially wild this year. Well, it is nice to go over the top every once in a while. Just behave yourself.”
Groovy
“It’s completely unexpected that you would bring me so much joy. ...That is a compliment.”
Home Setting
“This outfit stands out. Well, I’m used to having attention on me.”
Home Transitions
“Leona gave me a pen, and it was out of ink. Was it too much of a chore to throw it out so he handed it off to me? ...It figures.”
“My father sends me postcards on my birthday. He travels all over the world, so every year I look forward to which country the pattern on it will be from.”
“Epel, Rook, and the rest of the film studies club put together an opera for me. It was clumsy, but not too bad.”
Home Transition (Login Greeting)
“I’m beautiful as always today? Of course I am. But don’t think that I’m only trying hard because it’s my birthday. My beauty is flawless no matter what day it is.”
Home Transition (Groovy)
“Sometimes, the energy you and Grim bring can be useful. Please keep it up and breathe some more life into the party.”
Home Taps
“My birthday reminds me of the auroras. When Jack lived in my area, he told me the best spot to see them as a birthday gift.”
“I posted a thank-you picture on Magicam for all my fans who sent me birthday wishes. I need to show appreciation for their support.”
“There exists no magic that can stop you from aging. However, it’s up to you how you grow. I’m just constantly pursuing beauty that matches my age.”
“Lilia gave me shoelaces. They’re flat and seem hard to come untied. I think I’ll start using them right away for my jog tomorrow.”
“I heard your wishes to me the first time. If you want my attention that badly, why don’t you let me do your makeup? I’m curious how much it could transform you.”
Home Tap (Groovy)
“Oh? Are you going to give me anything? Then list 100 things you find beautiful about me. Simple enough, right?”
Duo Magic
Vil: “None of your schemes on my birthday, Azul.”
Azul: “Of course. I wish you the best, Vil.”
Tutorial
“Enough of that daydreaming. Let’s hurry up.”
Lv Up
“Not bad. Let’s keep this up.”
“I’ve moved up a level higher, hm?”
“Don’t you think I’m someone worth dedicating yourself to?”
Max Lv Up
“The fact that I can shine even brighter than I have before is because of your dedication, isn’t it? Heheh. Watch closely. I’ll show you I can be even more beautiful.”
Episode Lv Up
“Hah. You’ve turned out nicely yourself. At this point, I’d even let you stand at my side.”
Magic Lv Up
“Beautiful flowers are poisonous. But isn’t that just another one of their charms?”
Limit Break
“My progress is far from over. I need to shine even brighter, even more beautifully than I do now.”
Groovy
“Oh, I’m so sorry. Am I too dazzling for you now?”
Select Lesson
“You’re only wasting time worrying. Please hurry up and pick.”
“You won’t rise to the top of this world if you lack intelligence. Study your hardest.”
“Neither our lectures in class nor the skills we learn firsthand must be taken lightly. Let’s put in all our effort.”
Lesson Start
“Can you really afford to not pay attention?”
Lesson End
“Well, that’s about it.”
Battle Start
“Show me all you’ve got.”
Battle Win
“This was the obvious result. You and I aren’t on the same level.”
Other
Profile Quote
“Mirror, mirror on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all? Of course it is me, isn’t it?”
January 2020 Trailer
“If you want to be beautiful, then you’ve got to do your very best at this academy.”
Countdown Poster
“At this moment, who is the fairest of them all? ...Of course, it is me.”
Login Bonus
“Neither beauty nor power can be achieved in a single day. It’s crucial that you persevere through everything that comes your way, but that’s the most difficult to do. I wonder how you will fare?”
Player Birthday Wish
“It’s your birthday? Oh, dear, I completely forgot. Only joking. Don’t underestimate my memory. Of course I got everything ready. You should feel honored that I’m celebrating for you.”
Magic History
Good ★
“Trends come in and out.”
“You look half-asleep.”
“Competition brings one to the top.”
“What a beautiful dress.”
“This is more self-improvement.”
“The qualities of a king... hm...”
“Please sit up straight.”
“My makeup is still intact this afternoon.”
“Even great figures worked their hardest.”
Great ★★
“Naturally.”
“I enjoy reading.”
“Too easy.”
“Even my handwriting is beautiful.”
Perfect ★★★
“Didn’t lift a finger.”
“Perfect.”
“These are reasonable results.”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t get a perfect score.”
Special Lesson Perfect ★★★
“Oh, do you need something?”
“Please stay focused.”
“Not a problem.”
Flying
Good ★
“This is a nice workout.”
“If my hair’s a mess, my mind’s a mess.”
“Get me a hat, please.”
“Often reapply your sunscreen.”
“Just like a graceful raven.”
“Sound advice.”
“This is my after-meal workout.”
“Sunburns are my worst nightmare.”
“I’ve checked the new arrivals.”
Great ★★
“Staying hydrated.”
“So, what’s next?”
“Flexibility exercises are part of my daily routine.”
Perfect ★★★
“Elegant and graceful.”
“Beautiful? I know.”
“Just keep trying until you can do it.”
Special Lesson Perfect ★★★
“You’d like to see an example, wouldn’t you?”
“I feel someone’s eyes on me...!”
“Did I mesmerize you?”
Alchemy
Good ★
“Be quiet and concentrate.”
“Understand the materials we’re using.”
“Measure carefully.”
“Did you read the textbook?”
“A practical recipe.”
“Crewel has excellent taste.”
“This is making me smell like chemicals.”
“Eternal beauty...”
“Carefully...”
“This stench is making me lose my appetite.”
“Don’t lose focus.”
“There is no way I made any mistakes.”
“Done in the wink of an eye.”
“Looking sharp in these white clothes is a must.”
“That’s wrong.”
Great ★★
“It’s easy if you just follow the recipe.”
“I’m worth more than jewels.”
“Well done.”
“One cannot live without desire...”
“Unrusted gold... Just like me.”
Perfect ★★★
“What a snore-fest.”
“Brewing is one of my specialties.”
“There’s not a chance in a million I’d ever fail.”
“Gold used for more than just a crown...”
“The fact that I can do this much shouldn’t be a surprise to you.”
Special Lesson Perfect ★★★
“I can’t make any mistakes.”
“Stop talking to me right now.”
“You’re not done until you’ve reviewed everything.”
“Don’t rush anything.”
“This is what it means to work little by little everyday.”
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OK IM COMING OFF ANON BC IM LIKE 👀👀 FIRE EMBLEM BUT OK.... bc my brain is circulating around fe and twst, what dorms do you think the three houses cast would be in? (and the girls can go into the girl school you created :))
A/N: *PTERODACTYL SCREECHES*
Now! I normally don’t do headcanons, but honestly this is the type of headcanon fun that I’ll do so I’ll... probably edit my rules so I can do more stuff like this since it’s fun! I’ll do you one better and do the girls twice! I went really ham.
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For Night Raven College:
Heartslabyul
Edelgard von Hresvelg - Edelgard is in Heartslabyul because her response to being pissed off is a lot like the Queen of Hearts--she decides to topple the monarchy and recreate Fodlan. On that note, I can see her fitting Scarabia too, but closer to Heartslabyul. She’s probably Riddle’s favourite junior. Trey likes her, Cater has tried to flirt with her (Cater: “never again”). Ace and Deuce are probably intimidated by her, and she doesn’t try to get along with them.
Hubert von Vestra - I was pretty close to putting Hubert in Diasomnia, but he’s a pretty stubborn guy and will push himself into Heartslabyul. Plus, he’s a pretty strict guy so Heartslabyul isn’t so bad for him... What’s that? You want to know who Hubert gets along with? *chuckles* oh how naive, he only sees Edelgard. I can see him getting along with Riddle and Trey. Trey more than Riddle because Trey makes great coffee. He thinks Cater, Ace and Deuce are frivolous and a waste of time lmao.
Dimitri Alexandre Blaiddyd - Dimitri is in Heartslabyul because his response (”KILL EVERY LAST ONE OF THEM”) to getting completely pissed off mirrors the Queen (“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD”). IRONICALLY, he and Edelgard are very alike in that aspect--but while Dimitri is hot anger--Edelgard is cold anger. They both have pretty terrifying rage. Pre-war, the two really did get along so hence I don’t think Heartslabyul will implode. Other than that, he’s actually a pretty peaceful guy unless completely set off. He’d be respectful of his seniors (especially Riddle and Trey), a little miffed at Cater because he’s like Sylvain. He’s okay with Ace and Deuce, but likely gets along better with Deuce. They vibe pretty well.
Dedue Molinaro - Honestly, I could see Dedue in Scarabia too, but I figured he’d find some way to make sure he was with Dimitri. He gets along well with everyone, with their only note that he’s a pretty silent, careful guy. He gets along best with Trey because they like to exchange recipes, and Cater appreciates how Dedue is always willing to help out with the gardens.
Ingrid Brandl Galatea - Actually might compete with Edelgard as Riddle’s favourite junior. Riddle probably likes that Ingrid is strict on herself. She is, however, definitely Trey’s favourite junior because of how enthusiastic she is with his cooking. He think that’s adorable. Cater is scared of her because she treats him like Sylvain LMAO. Ingrid probably also sees Ace in the same way. I think she actually likes Deuce and would help him where she could.
Savannaclaw
Caspar von Bergliez - Savannaclaw has the most because I put the “punch first, ask later” characters into this lmao. Caspar being the most telling. Ironically, the Savannaclaw characters who are named are anything but that lmao. Leona is either dismissive or annoyed by Caspar’s energy. Ruggie thinks Caspar is hilarious. Jack and Caspar would probably get along really well, with Jack probably becoming more noisy/enthusiastic with a friend like Caspar.
Felix Hugo Fraldarius - Leona and Felix might get along well, especially with how Felix dislikes chivalry. Leona, however, will be irritated if Felix kept trying to fight him--as Felix does. Felix probably doesn’t think much of Ruggie, and probably likes Jack a lot because of his strength. Jack and Felix will likely agree to disagree on underhanded techniques. Though I think Felix thinks it’s situational. Underhanded techniques in matches are a no-go, but underhanded techniques in a life-or-death sort of thing is a yay.
Raphael Kirsten - Again, “punch first, ask later” character. He also has that hardworking trait, because he wants to help his family. Probably gets along well with Jack the most tbh. Ruggie probably doesn’t care much about Raphael, until Raphael comes up to him asking for saving tips and stuff. Then Ruggie would see him in a different light. Leona just thinks “great another one.”
Leonie Pinelli - Leonie is primarily here because of her tenacity. She definitely gets along well with Ruggie, and they share tips on how to save money/reuse items. Leonie’s likely to hang out with Ruggie the most, when he’s not with Leona. I think Leonie is pretty 50/50 with him. Like she can respect him, but she might not agree with everything he thinks. Definitely gets along pretty well with Jack though.
Balthus von Albrecht - Leona probably thinks “why did I get a third one?” He probably doesn’t do to well with Leona because Balthus is a very loud guy. Ruggie definitely thinks he’s amusing, and is shook when Balthus admits about his debts and his need to pay back. Another one for the “Ruggie-senpai how do you save money” (I’m also a part of this club). Also gets along well with Jack. (Jack can try to deny it but he’s actually a person who is easy to get along with.)
Octavinelle
Mercedes von Martritz - The most terrifying Octavinelle member. The Donna of Octavinelle. Look, Lorenz is terrified of her. She can still see the Death Knight as Emile, her little brother. She mothers the whole of Octavinelle, and Azul probably pretends he doesn’t like it but actually enjoys it. She can out squeeze Floyd, and now Floyd is probably also a little terrified of her. Jade finds it all funny.
Ashe Ubert - Honestly considered Ignihyde and Diasomnia from this boy before I ultimately chose Octavinelle. He fits in with the Octavinelle trio with his skill sets, but unlike them--Ashe is only mean to the people who he thinks are deserving of it. He uses his skills for good, and he’s a very Robin Hood character if you think about it. Also Ashe in a tux is sending me, help. Floyd probably enjoys threatening him with squeezes. Azul and Jade appreciate Ashe’s honest hard work, and probably enjoy it even more when he’s willing to use his skills to get back at others. He’s definitely one of the lead workers at Mostro Lounge--when people know he’s on schedule to cook, Mostro Lounge is flooded and Azul is happy.
Yuri Leclerc - Yuri, Azul and Jade on the same side is terrifying. Like can you imagine the amount of double crossing they’d do? But here’s the thing, Yuri is also incredibly generous to those he thinks are deserving--which I think is what makes him suit Octavinelle. Yuri especially gets along well with Jade. He probably flirts with the Octavinelle trio. Azul and Jade would probably be impressed because I imagine Yuri can say what Floyd wants to hear so that Floyd would listen to him.
Scarabia
Petra Macneary - I wasn’t too sure where to put Petra. I almost put her in Heartslabyul because she’s pretty strict onto herself, and I almost also put her in Pomefiore because she’s a huntress... but it’s essentially because she’s a huntress that I decided to put her in Scarabia. I figured as a huntress, she probably has that ‘deliberation’ aspect of Scarabia. Jamil respects Petra a lot for her craft, Kalim thinks she’s slightly scary but pretty okay all around.
Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette probably wanted to be in Diasomnia, but she won’t complain and will instead work really hard in Scarabia. She’s probably Jamil’s favourite junior because he can relate to her strive to work hard and prove herself. In turn, she admires Jamil the most from the way he handles himself and Kalim. Annette enjoys her time with Kalim though, they often have small food appreciation sessions though. She also tries to help tutor Kalim, but Kalim is one tough nut to crack.
Claude von Riegen - Jamil hates Claude HAHAHA. Primarily because Claude figured out that Jamil is definitely hiding something, and he’ll spend the rest of his high school(?) life figuring it out--much to Jamil’s despair. Jamil can at least appreciate that Claude helps bring up Scarabia’s average (with Annette). Claude and Kalim definitely get along well because they probably both enjoy parties.
Pomefiore
Dorothea Arnault - Um hell yeah! She’s probably a popular MagiCam cover artist, with a couple of her own original songs. She’s pretty and classy. She and Vil would definitely also get along--they’d probably exchange beauty tips and stuff. She probably would have a soft spot for Epel, because they have similar roots, but she’d probably take him aside to tell him he should take advantage of his looks to win. She probably thinks Rook is weird.
Ferdinand von Aegir - His appreciation for beauty is Ferdi’s primary reason for being in Pomefiore. Vil probably appreciates Ferdinand a lot more than what anyone thinks because he has a fresh and sweet admiration for beauty. Ferdi and Rook are pretty okay because Ferdi would probably not? call him out. Ferdi and Epel is a bit of a 50/50, wherein Ferdi probably unknowingly insults Epel, Epel fights back, and now they get along.
Lorenz Hellman Gloucester - Lorenz and Rook probably get along well because they both have a similar appreciation for beauty. Lorenz will be a bit confused as to why Rook likes to stalk people? But other than that, Lorenz’s position in Pomefiore is because he appreciates beauty and considers himself beautiful. Vil probably thinks Lorenz could stand to try harder at it, but as long as Lorenz is trying then Vil has no issue with him. Epel doesn’t like him, “grrr eat the nobility” (Doro is proud of her son).
Hilda Valentine Goneril - I’m going at this because Hilda is really talented in the arts. ALSO CAN YOU IMAGINE THE POWER OF VIL SCHOENHEIT AND HILDA GONERIL? TOGETHER? Oh my god, Hilda’s my favourite FE3H girl, and seeing her side by side with Vil is sending me! They’ll be so popular, like can you imagine Hilda making Vil’s accessories? Them, featuring on each other’s accounts? Match made in beauty influencer heaven. Epel would start out disliking her, but then when he sees how strong Hilda is, he’d start to like her more. Hilda just think he’s cute. She also finds Rook strange.
Ignatz Victor - His position in Pomefiore is also primarily because of his artistic sensibilities. He’s probably flirted with most of Pomefiore just because he keeps bringing up how beautiful they are. Vil probably commissioned him once to do a painting, and Ignatz became an overnight celebrity on MagiCam. He can get along with Rook, and a little with Epel.
Ignihyde
Bernadetta von Varley - I MEAN. Where else would I put Bernie? She probably is shut off in Ignihyde, and is terrified of Idia because she think he’s out to get her--because whenever she leaves her room he’s also there. (In Idia’s defense, he think SHE’S out to get him because she’s always there when he leaves his room... it’s a never ending cycle with these two).
Linhardt von Hevring - I almost put him in Diasomnia, and honestly I could still put him there... but the reason I chose Ignihyde, is because I think his love for research outweighs his interest in the actual magical feats of Diasomnia. Also, if I remember from... Chapter 1? We didn’t see any Ignihyde students in the cafeteria, so I’ll believe that they all prefer to just stay in unless it’s an important event (which suits Lin very well). I can definitely see Linhardt being interested in Diasomnia though. He’s probably sleeping buddies with Silver.
Constance von Nuvelle - I almost put her in Heartslabyul BUT THEN I REALIZED! Constance is basically Ignihyde personified. She’s more Ignihyde than Idia himself LMAO. Like she’s all quiet, and shy during class, but when she retreats to Ignihyde’s dark dorms--she’s loud, bossy and generally unlike them all. Idia gets a whiplash whenever he sees the 180. Ortho thinks she’s fun.
Diasomnia
Sylvain Jose Gautier - Okay honestly, I almost put him in Pomefiore, but then I realized how much Diasomnia suited him more. LISTEN, everyone would be convinced that Sylvain is definitely Pomefiore material, only for everyone to be surprised when he’s put in Diasomnia because of how smart he actually is. Though he acts a little bit like the black sheep of Diasomnia because of how unlike them he is--he’s definitely going to stun a lot when he comes out with really high grades. Malleus would be impressed. Lilia would just know. Silver is asleep. Sylvain and Sebek... I can see Sylvain having no issue with him but not the other way around.
Lysithea von Ordelia - OF COURSE I’m going to put Lysithea in this house. She’s the little spitfire and darling of Diasomnia. I can see Malleus being really fond of her. In Lysithea’s pursuit of knowledge, I can imagine Lysithea would bug Malleus a lot for help--and Malleus would genuinely be pleased that this tiny little human bothers him so much. He’d love to teach her. Lilia would probably tease Lys often, but would always help her when she needs it. Lys would fight Sebek, and is pretty neutral to Silver.
Marianne von Edmund - Marianne thinks she deserves to be in this house because of her bloodline, and it probably makes her very sad. Lilia probably realizes what she feels and does go out of his way to cheer her up. Lilia probably pushes her towards Silver a lot though, because Silver is a pretty low maintenance friend. Marianne and Silver would also get along really well because they both get along well with animals, and spend a lot of time just sitting in the middle of a forest somewhere--just doing that. Marianne is probably scared of Malleus (and knowing her situation, Mal probably won’t push). On the other hand, Marianne is the one person Sebek can’t fight.
Hapi - If she can summon magical beings with her sighs, then I can see her in Diasomnia just so that Malleus and Lilia could watch out for her. I can definitely see her bantering with Lilia, and just chilling with Silver. She probably... gets irritated with Sebek actually. They fight each other a lot with the use of petty insults lmao. Sebek does not appreciate it, but Lilia finds it funny so he sometimes eggs on their fights haha.
Special Thought: Byleth/s are probably Diasomnia graduates.
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For The Garden Academy:
House Cosmos
Mercedes von Martritz - Mercie’s ability to remain positive in the face of all the things she was faced with is the primary reason I chose this house~
House Zinnia
Dorothea Arnault - Because Dorothea is kind to those she knows deserves it. I think I see her very similar to Cinderella, except a tad bit more jaded.
House Eglantine
Constance von Nuvelle - it’s the House of Sophistication! Need I say more? I do believe that Eglantine suits Constance the most, especially for the sake of her noble house.
House Anemone
Petra Macneary - Her interest, and general curiosity--plus willingness to learn more about the world is why I thought she suited Anemone the most.
House Rose
Bernadetta von Varley - I chose this because she shares a love for books with Belle. I think, like Belle, she uses books as a form of escapism.
House Jasmine
Lysithea von Ordelia - her desire to be independent and seen as an adult capable of making her own choices was the primary motivation for this placing!
House Sage
Marianne von Edmund - Marianne’s preference of interacting with animals, and her love for religion is the primary reason why I chose House Sage~!
House Peach Blossom
Ingrid Brandl Galatea - because she understands the importance and weight of honor. And also because I think in Peach Blossom, she could learn that she could gain honor by remaining as she is.
House Water Lily
Annette Fantine Dominic - Annette is honestly a lot like Tiana--determined to prove herself through honest hard work!
House Chrysanthemum
Hilda Valentine Goneril - As the House of Artistry, I think Hilda would love it here because she’ll be allowed to pursue the one thing she enjoys--creating accessories~!
House Thistle
Edelgard von Hresvelg - placed her here because she’s a lot like Merida, wherein she wants to choose and create her own path.
Hapi - Honestly, I put her here because of her distaste for authority. She’s very, openly critical about what she thinks is wrong.
House Hibiscus
Leonie Pinelli - Ironically, House Hisbiscus shares the same belief as Savannaclaw which is tenacity. Since I chose that house based on Leonie’s tenacity, I decided to keep with it.
#aiwrites#aiheadcanons#twisted wonderland#fire emblem three houses#twst#twst headcanons#fe3h#fe3h headcanons#you can see im biased at points... sorry xD
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♥️ 10 Characters Tag ♥️
🖤 10 Characters Tag 🖤
Rules: Make a new post, name 10 characters from 10 different fandoms that you like, and then tag 10 people.
I was tagged by @dlgenderbend , I love doing these things so thank you! 💕
Ah it was so hard to choose 10 different fandoms considering my most favorites are usually in the same fandom 🥺
1. Carla Tsukinami (Diabolik Lovers)
(My favorite character ever, the one true love of my life, my husband, my everything. He is my soulmate, I swear. I can’t wait to get more tattoos dedicated to him ♥️) I bury myself in merch of Carla everyday. He is perfection and I don’t give a damn if people think I’m crazy because of this obsession I have...this should be the least of their worries when it comes to me.
2. Camus (Uta no Prince-sama)
(My second favorite character ever. On Shining Live I have a bond of over 800 with him, and I am very proud. I have spent more money on this man than anything else and he still refuses to come home sometimes. He has robbed me of everything but I still love him. This icy cold count will always have a special place in my heart...not like I can abandon him after spending over $1,500 on Shining Live within the past 2 years...yes, I know, it’s insane. But my luck on gacha is horrible. This might sound really fucking petty of me but please don’t come crying to me when Camus doesn’t come home to you after you saved up all of your prisms for so long and haven’t spent a single penny on this game, when I’ve spent $600 on the Setsugetsuka photoshoot, and $300 on the Police Officer one, and he still never came home. I’m sorry but I can’t comfort you. And I don’t feel bad.) He is the second character that I have the most merch of...and I cherish it even though I feel betrayed by him sometimes lol. I will never stop loving him.)
3. Ukyo (Amnesia)
(Oh my heart, this poor man who I love so much...he deserves the world. I’ve played and watched Amnesia well over 10 times and still cry every damn time. There is no one who loves anyone more than Ukyo loves the heroine...I still love him after he developed severe PTSD turning into a Split Personality who is crazy...he still deserves everything. He has the biggest heart and I will always admire him. He is precious.)
4. Toshizo Hijikata (Hakuoki)
(One of my first anime boy loves and obsessions. He was my first dakimakura pillow and Hakuoki is one of the first otome games I had played. I traveled across the country to go to the Hakuoki fest and it was amazing. Hakuoki and Toshi will always mean a lot to me.)
5. Jakurai Jinguji (Hypnosis Mic)
(My first Hypnosis Mic crush even though I truly love all of them except Ramuda even though he comes home to me in the game constantly just to taunt me. I created a second account just to get the Jakurai SSR. I have loved Hypnosis Mic since it first came out and love to see the franchise keep growing, I was super excited for the game that me and a lot of others had waited over a year to finally come out. And now I’m excited for the anime! I love Jakurai’s character and personality and voice. I love the things he says and is really inspirational. There are so many times I’ve listen to him rap in the first Matenro drama CD where he tries to convince the girl not to commit suicide...his words have saved me countless times. He is a character I have such a deep appreciation for.)
6. Rin Matsuoka (Free!)
(Another one of my first real hardcore obsessions with an anime boy. I have all the figures of him and they are some of my prized possessions, especially the one of him with the water guns. Another character I deeply admire and look up to. I strive to be as an amazing friend as he is...I empathize with his past and really care for him. I love him, I really do.)
7. Vil Schoenheit (Twisted Wonderland)
(A fairly newer character compared to the rest of them but I’ve been obsessed since they first showed a picture of him in one of the teasers from last year. I love almost all of the characters in TW very, very much but Vil has my heart. As someone who is insecure but obsessed with beauty for most of my life due to being bullied, and as the makeup artist I am now, I admire his dedication and care. His dorm Pomefiore is the next episode and I am SO EXCITED. I really think he is the one who will overblot and he is going to look so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait until they make an SSR card of him...another game I also have 2 accounts on.)
8. Hikaru Osari (B-Project)
(One character I absolutely adore who has a personality that I usually don’t take interest in. He has such a big heart and will literally do anything to protect his friends. Although, when the other members of MooNs tease him sometimes, I feel so so bad for him and just want to protect him and his precious self. He deserves the best and I love him a lot.)
9. Uta (Tokyo Ghoul)
(My favorite Tokyo Ghoul character, his style is so similar to mine so I instantly took a liking to him. We have many of the same piercings and both have tattoos and little eyebrows lol. Since he is also a type of artist, I also have that in common with him. He is a man I would totally fall in love with who matches my aesthetic. Some of his quotes are really meaningful as well which I also love about him.)
10. Undertaker (Black Butler)
(A character I fell in love with even before I knew he had such a sexy face. My favorite Kuroshitsuji character from the beginning...especially when I saw him in that bucket of salt just sticking his tongue out and licking it. I was like “LOL IT’S ME.” He is hilarious and in Book Of Atlantic they finally showed his face and his darker side and I knew from that point on that I fell hard for him. His and the other reaper’s backstories I really connected with and understood. He is still very mysterious and much is unknown, but I know whatever more I find out, I will only love him more.)
I apologize for my rant, especially about Camus...I don’t mean to offend anyone on SL. I’m just bitter lol.
Well, this was fun. I’m not sure who to tag so, if you’d like to do this, I Tag you! 🥰🖤
#thanks for the tag!#tag game#i was tagged#favorite characters#character tag#my loves#fandoms#favorites tag#10 characters
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Vil x Mayu - Giri choco
Disclaimer: Mayu belongs to @itameii <3 I’m sorry this took so long, and I’m sorry that Vil is so horribly OOC, I truly... do not know how to write him T___T nevertheless, I hope you enjoy ~ <3
Vil Schoenheit doesn’t have problems.
No, that would be preposterous. When he does, he solves them- because that is just the kind of person The Vil Schoenheit is. After all, it is what has always been expected of him. He has strived for perfection ever since a young age: if something needs solving, he will take care of it. And he’ll do it with beauty, grace, and elegance.
But right now?
Right now, Vil Schoenheit has a problem.
“.... N-nee, Mary-Ann-chan... Hasn’t he been like that for way too long?”
“D-Did you piss him off, Catercchi? It’s my first time seeing him frown that much.... And he’s always going on about how you shouldn’t frown because it gives you wrinkles n’ stuff...”
Vil sat in a semi-empty classroom, elbows on the table, chin resting between his hands. Eyebrows furrowed, he was staring in the distance with such intensity that no-one dared to sit next to him, resulting in the entirety of class 3-C crawling to seats at the back of the classroom, fighting for empty spots.
But Vil paid no attention to the chaos. He massaged his temples, letting out a sigh. Today was Valentines’ day- a day he did not particularly care for. Sure, he did do some TV appearances in the past for the occasion- and he definitely does get his weight’s worth of chocolate every year, from fans and secret admirers alike: but he never understood why everyone made such a big deal out of it. He viewed Valentines day as a superficial celebration- as if you needed to wait for a specific day to celebrate the people you love. Yet here he was, staring at the giri choco lying on his desk.
“Eh ~ Of course not” Cater chirped, as he nervously sat on the row behind Vil’s seat. “But he’s been like that since the first period...”
“I-is that so....” Mary-Ann scooted closer to Cater as she nervously glanced at Vil’s back. “Did someone give him high calories chocolate or somethin’? Is that why he’s like... that?”
Vil’s eyebrow twitched as he overheard his classmates mentioning chocolate.
Yeah, that was the problem.
--
“- Senpai?”
“Hm?” Vil jolted, slightly taken by surprise. He had been receiving valentines chocolate all day from students he barely knew, so hearing a familiar voice surprised him. “Oh... it’s you. Well, potato, what do you want?”
“A-Ah, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt if you were doing something!” Mayu waved her hands, panicked. She tried to glance at what Vil was doing, but he abruptly zipped his bag as he turned around to look at her.
“It’s nothing. So, what did you want?”
“Ah, uhm, it’s... I mean...”
“... Do you think I have all day to spend listening to you stutter? You came here for something, didn’t you?”
Vil could swear his heartbeat was awfully loud as he tried his best to remain calm and collected. If Mayu came to look for him on this particular day, it could only mean one thing, didn’t it? A love confession. Truthfully, Vil was used to being confessed to almost everyday- he was a worldwide celebrity, after all. Wasn’t it only natural that someone as beautiful as him would be the object of desire?
But there was one thing he definitely wasn’t used to- it was being confessed to by someone who he is equally interested in. Which is why he crossed his arms as he stared at Mayu, trying to hide the trembling of his fingers.
“A-ah, yeah, I had something for you, Senpai...”
If this really was a confession- how should he react? Mayu was the overly emotional type, after all- so if he reacted too coldly, she would surely jump to conclusions. But, then again- he truly wasn’t of the affectionate type, either. Maybe something like “... I guess today is our first day, then.”? Or “... Ha, I see my beauty does not leave you indifferent, either. Well, I could say the same for you.” Yes, that sounded straight out of a drama. Perfect-
“I-I made those for you, so I hope you enjoy them!”
“... I see. Well if you made them for me, I guess I have no choice but to-” Vil froze as he saw the chocolates being handed to him. “... What are those?”
“Huh?” Mayu peered at his bewildered face. “W-what do you mean, Senpai? I made those chocolates last night...”
“.... No, I know these are chocolates.” Vil’s eyebrows twitched as he glared at the chocolates in front of him. “But are those...”
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.... Giri chocolates.
She gave him giri chocolates.
Vil couldn’t believe it. Truly, he was flabbergasted. He thought he had been upfront about his interest towards her- his romantic interest. But instead of picking up on it, Mayu kept treating him as a friend: or rather, as a senpai she admires. How oblivious could she be, seriously? Just last week, he had hosted a tea party for her to celebrate her great exam results. He took a break from his ever-so-busy schedule in the middle of a week-end, and made sure to decorate Pomefiore’s lounge with the finest and trendiest decoration items: yet, in the middle of the tea party, Mayu had offered to invite Trey, Cater and Mary-Ann over, since “it’s a shame for such a pretty set-up to go unnoticed!!”.
If only that was the first time she did that, Vil wouldn’t have minded it that much- but whenever he would do something for her sake, she would obliviously make it about other people instead, killing the romantic vibe he tried oh so hard to set. Now, Vil does not doubt himself- no. He knows he works hard in everything he does, and that the perfection he attained is not by chance, but by his own efforts. And when Vil loves someone, he makes obvious- because he has no time for games. But in his entire life, he had never imagined that the person he would fall for would be that stupid.
Does she truly view him as a friend? Or is she just truly, painfully, excruciatingly oblivious? Vil sighed, shoulders slightly slouching. Such posture was unfit for the great Vil Schoenheit- but these feelings were new to him, and he had no idea how to process them.
Confessing first? It definitely isn’t something he ever thought he would have to do. Yet, as the giri choco lying in front of him seemed to laugh at him, it was the only answer Vil could come up with. He tapped his fingers against his cheek, as his aura darkened. Such thing was easier said than done. He was the one fawned on, not the one fawning on other people after all.
“-Ah, that’s right. Catercchi, did you talk to Mayucchi, in the end?”
Vil straightened his back as he tried not-so-discreetly to pay attention to Cater and Mary-Ann’s conversation.
“Aah, that... Yeah, I did, but no matter how many times I told her not to, she just wouldn’t listen, you know?”
“Ugh, I don’t get her.. She told me over text yesterday that it’d make her crush uncomfortable if she gave him honmei chocos, so she went for giri ones instead ~ Seriously... Why would she spend so much on fancy, honmei choco packages just to throw them away? That’s such a waste of money!!”
“E-Eh... Mary-Ann-chan, maybe it’s best not to talk about that.... Here...” Cater nervously whispered, as he noticed Vil’s tensed figure in front of him.
“Huh? Why? I mean, she definitely said there was a guy she liked!” Mary-Ann stretched her arms, letting out a yawn. “Though I dunno who the guy would be....”
“A... Ahah... Yeah... I don’t know... Either... Totally not...” Cater gulped, concerned about Vil’s darkening aura.
“Maybe someone from her dorm? You know, first year floormates type of crushes? I totally crushed on mine in first year!”
“Mary-Ann-chan, I don’t think we should talk about-”
“Or knowing Mayucchi, it might be some complete rando ~ like, you know, a totally unremarkable side character that’s average in every way?” Mary-Ann laughed, completely oblivious to the fact that Vil had now turned around and was giving her the death stare.
“Mary-Ann-chan.”
“Mh?” Mary-Ann turned to look at Cater, confused by her friend’s sudden change of tone.
“... Please stop talking. For our sake.”
--
It was the answer he needed. Now he was sure of it- Mayu’s lack of confidence is what had been hindering their progress from friends to lovers, and Vil was determined to fix that problem.
So here he was, making his way through Ignihyde with a determined gaze, his 13cm heels resounding throughout the room as he took assured steps. Which resulted, quite hilariously, in the entirety of Ignihyde students parting to make way from him, strangely reminiscent of Moises walking through the red sea. At this exact moment, Idia walked out of the lounge, lost in thoughts as he frowned at the sheet in his hand.
“W... Why is it like that... I’m sure I put all the right parameters, and-”
The dorm leader snapped out of his thoughts when he felt Vil’s gaze on him from the other side of the room. How could he not? Vil’s aura was even more intimidating than usual, as he quickly closed the distance that was separating them. Shivering, Idia looked around for an exit- with no success.
“Idia.”
“E-Eh? Me? Uh... W-What is it, Vil-shi... I’m kinda busy right now...”
“Do not worry, I didn’t come here for you. Where is Mayu’s room?”
“.... Uh? Where is... What?”
“I said, where is Mayu’s room.”
“Eh... Why are you asking me that...?” Caught off guard, Idia couldn’t help but stare at him with an incredulous look on his face.
“Because I have some business I need to talk to her about. So?”
“A-ah, that’s why... Well, I don’t know, but...” Idia whipped out his tablet and started furiously typing on it. “.. I can look in Ignihyde’s database. Ha... There you go. Room 102....”
“Thank you.” Waiting for no further explanation, Vil walked past Idia, heading straight for the stairs.
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“- Yes? What is it?”
Mayu peered through the slight opening of the door, surprised to get a visitor right after classes.
“It’s me. May I come in?”
“S-Senpai????” Mayu closed the door as soon as their eyes met. Panicking and feeling her cheeks heating up, she began frantically scanning her room. She wasn’t the messy type, but she exactly the tidiest person out there, so a few clothes were hanging here and there on her chair and bed.
“P-Please wait a few minutes, I-I need to tidy up a bit!”
“No need to, I’m not coming for long.”
Without waiting for her answer, Vil opened the door, and walked in only to meet eyes with Mayu, who was trying to shove a few sweaters in her wardrobe.
“...Ahem.” Vil coughed, looking away, not wanting to make her even more uncomfortable. “Did I come at a wrong time?”
“O-Of course not!! I was just.... tidying up a bit...” Mayu trailed off, cheeks blazing red.
“I see. May I seat?” Vil gestured to her bed, and Mayu answered with a nod, avoiding his eyes.
“So, ummm... What did you want, Senpai?” Mayu sat on her desk chair, facing Vil. She tried to calm her racing heart, but the thought of THE Vil Schoenheit in her room made her hands tremble.
“... I had something for you.” Vil stood up, plopping his bag on the bed. Slowly, he zipped it open, and Mayu tried to peer behind his back.
“Something? For me?”
“Yes.” Taking the opportunity of his back facing her, Vil took a deep breath, making sure his expression was composed. As graceful as ever, he turned around, and handed her a small red packet. “There you go.”
“H-Huh? What is...”
“Chocolates. I had a shooting with this brand a while ago, and really liked their chocolates- they are low in fat and calories, but absolutely delicious. I thought you would enjoy them.”
“... Chocolates... For me? But...” Mayu’s cheeks reddened once again. “I-Is it for... V-Valentines? But, girls are supposed to give guys-”
“... What a stupid tradition. Why should guys not be allowed to give girls chocolates?” Vil sighed. “Anyway, please enjoy them.”
“A-Ah, of course, I will!!” Mayu jolted up to take them from Vil’s hand. “I-I will treasure them, thank you so much Senpai!!”
“You’re welcome.” Vil softly smiled- in her excitement, Mayu looked like a small animal as she was chirping about the chocolates. “.. Well, if you’ll excuse me, I have matters to attend to. Happy Valentines Day, Mayu.”
“A-Ah, of course!!” Snapping out of a daze, Mayu walked Vil to the door, still grinning from ear to ear. “Thank you so much for the chocolates Senpai, and Happy Valentines Day to you too!”
“Thank you.” As Vil stepped out of the door, he turned around. “Ah. That’s right.”
“What is- Eek?!” Mayu let out a surprised scream as Vil stepped closer to her, hovering over her.
“Just so you know...” He bent forward until their faces were at the same level, and stared at her intensely. “... Those aren’t giri chocolates.” Seeing Mayu’s face become beetroot red, he gave her a smug grin and turned around.
“Well, then, see you tomorrow, potato.”
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SSR Vil Schoenheit Halloween Personal Story: Part 3
"Becoming who you want to be"
(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3
[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]
Vil: Vil Schoenheit presents: Beauty Session for Halloween Week
Vil: Finally, it's Floyd the Mummy… I'll show you the makeup that will pair well with your mummy man costume.
Floyd: Why am I the only one who had to get my face washed again…?
Vil: Don't open your mouth so wide! Don't turn towards me!!
Floyd: Ow! That's my head you're grabbing…
Vil: You're supposed to be a mummy revived from its casket… Let's try to show an inorganic and dry texture.
Vil: The base makeup needs to use a strong matte foundation. Carefully use a puff to pat it down.
Vil: Use a concealer to kill the signs of life in your lips and use a blue-based lipstick.
Vil: Although usually its visibility on stage is low and is normally frowned upon, perhaps we should use lamé here?
Vil: You'll be up close and personal with the general public, since it's a live event, after all.
Floyd: Ooooh～! It's totally different! Is that really me in the mirror?
Vil: Fufu. There's no magic involved, either.
Floyd: ? Come to think of it, Betta-chan-senpai, your vibe's a little different today, ain't it?
Floyd: I mean, you're still as scary as usual, though.
Ace: Now that you mention it…
Ruggie: Yeah, his intensity during the fashion checks he did to Leona-san was completely different from this.
Vil: How rude. I simply cannot tolerate sloppy people who lay around and neglect making a proper effort.
Vil: You all have been positive and willing to learn about the makeup for Halloween.
Vil: I do not dislike teaching those who are willing to learn.
Rook: I agree, I also noticed that Vil is enjoying himself more than usual.
Floyd: Hmm～ Maybe if I also did all this stuff like Betta-chan-senpai does, even makeup can be fun?
Floyd: I'm from the Coral Sea, right? Makeup's such a pain when you're livin' underwater.
Floyd: Hm? Oh, wait? But Azul wears makeup every day with his dorm uniform, even though we both come from the same ocean.
Floyd: Oh right, Azul said that the Sea Witch would wear tons of makeup even under the sea, and always keep up her appearance.
Floyd: Maybe he's just trying to copy those legends of her?
Vil: It's good to be curious. That's right, all fashion gets its roots from somewhere.
Vil: From something as deep as cultural backgrounds, to something as trivial as imitating your friends…
Floyd: D'you got something like that too, Betta-chan-senpai?
Vil: For me, my father's influence is quite strong.
Rook: Vil's father is also an actor. They are a whole family of performers.
Vil: My father would fly all around the world for his filming. However, that did not mean he left his child at home…
Vil: He would take me to set. And there I was in for a surprise!
Vil: That's because every time I went to see him, he would have transformed completely. One day he was an old man. The next, a young man.
Vil: When he played the role of that Monster Hero, fighting with his long claws, I believed that my father was protecting the world.
Vil: I cried once, when cosmetics for a serious injury genuinely surprised me.
Vil: And whenever he would greet the audience on stage, he would return to that wonderful father, dressed to the nines with his makeup on point.
Vil: That is how I naturally began to understand it. Makeup is neither the control of beauty or ugliness, or is it an intuitive art.
Vil: It is created on the logic of becoming who you want to be…
Vil: Beauty is created, not given. It is for those who know their path to their ideal, and strives towards that goal.
Vil: That is why I love makeup. I love fashion. I love the me who loves fashion.
Vil: Whew… I was so swept up but your own motivation that I spoke for a little too long. My apologies.
Ace: Uh, so, you're saying that your dad's a movie actor…
Floyd: My old man's favorite movie's got a monster hero in it that fought with some long claws…
Ruggie: Is it possible that…
Ortho: Displaying keyword search results. The actor’s name retrieved from the cast list is…
Ortho: "Eric Venue."
Ruggie/Ace/Floyd: EEEEHHH～～～!! THAT FAMOUS ACTOR IS HIS FATHER!?
Silver: However, his last name isn't Schoenheit.
Vil: It's obviously a stage name. Alright, break time is over.
Vil: Stop looking around and face the mirror!
Floyd: Ow! You grabbed my head again…
Vil: EVERYONE IS FINISHED!
Ruggie/Ace/Jamil: THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
Silver/Ortho/Floyd: THANK YOU!
Vil: It's too early for you to relax. Every single student will need to be able to apply it the same.
Everyone: YESSIR!
Silver: Now then, if you will excuse me.
Ortho: Saving today's lecture. Uploading the video to the cloud.
Floyd: When I get back to the dorm, I gotta show Azul and Jade all this.
Ace: I wonder if I'll be able to teach all my upperclassmen good enough～ If I mess up, the Dorm Leader'll get mad at me.
Jamil: You're not shy when talking to your elders, so you'll be fine. Even in the Basketball club, you get along better with the third years than we do.
Floyd: Want me to come over to your dorm and teach it for you, Kani-chan?
Ace: No, anything but that…
[Pomefiore Dorm – Vil's Room]
Rook: Good work today, Vil. With this, the quality of our school's Halloween has just increased.
Rook: Everything will be fine. You should rest up, especially for your skin with all the makeup you've used today.
Vil: That was my intention, but something occurred to me while I was talking about my father.
Vil: Would it be possible to use not only stage makeup, but also special movie makeup for horror films?
Rook: Beauté! That's a great idea!
Vil: I'll use all the techniques I've learned in the acting field and show them the greatest Halloween ever.
Vil: I am no longer Vil Schoenheit. Instead, I am classical and elegant, the pinnacle of royalty.
Vil: The Monsters of Monsters―
Vil: A VAMPIRE!!
Vil: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!
(Part 1) (Part 2) Part 3
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SSR Vil Schoenheit Halloween Personal Story: Part 2
"Becoming who you want to be."
(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)
[Pomefiore Dorm – Lounge]
Ruggie/Ace/Floyd: Huh?
Silver/Ortho/Jamil: Something feels wrong…?
Floyd: Everyone's faces are so pasty white they look like they're not connected to your bodies, ahaha～!
Vil: How are you finding it, o great makeup artists who rule Halloween Week?
Vil: What are your thoughts on the makeup you've applied to match your costumes this year?
Ace: Uh… I thought I applied it just like the plan said to…
Ruggie: It kinda feels like I'm losing to the costume, or something weird like that～
Jamil: Ace, Ruggie and I are naturally pretty good with our hands. We shouldn't be making any mistakes with our application.
Ortho: I would say that Ace and most of the others have applied the makeup design at least 80% correctly. Floyd-san is the only exception.
Floyd: Aha! You said it, Clione-chan～
Floyd: But, yeah. Not really scary enough for Halloween, I don't think?
Silver: …Hrm. The more I try to understand why, the sleepier I become…
Rook: For all of you to recognize your impetuous enthusiasm and continue to strive for further heights! Beauté! 100 points!!
Rook: Vil, why not be a guide for all these young lads struggling with the climb towards peak beauty?
Vil: I suppose I should.
Vil: All of you are misunderstanding what makeup is.
Vil: In these modern times, all ages and all genders can use cosmetics to adhere to their own personalities and policies.
Vil: It doesn't seem like any of you actually applied the makeup as something that deserves more effort than that of your daily use.
Ruggie/Ace/Floyd: !!
Silver/Ortho/Jamil: !!
Vil: This is for Halloween, a special day when this world intersects with the other world.
Vil: The costumes here are a haute couture for that exact purpose, and you all are trying to wear the makeup like you would always. Don't make me laugh.
Vil: It is as if you are trying to put a full course meal from a high-end restaurant into a tin mug.
Vil: An ordinary day, or a special day. Film, or stage. Natural light, or artificial lighting. Makeup can be applied different depending on the situation.
Vil: The Fairest Queen of the Great Seven would use magic to her advantage, and whenever she would encounter a hostile force…
Vil: It is said that she would apply the proper makeup and outfit depending on the situation at hand.
Vil: Just what is makeup? …It is the optimal solution to connect you to the world.
Vil: It seems that the space-time rift that makes sure your face is connected to your body has distorted.
Ace: I-I don't really understand what all that means, but it felt really intense!
Ruggie: This festival gets a ton of guests, so I guess we can't look too ragtag.
Jamil: Vil-senpai, could we start over and have you teach us the Halloween makeup one more time?
Silver/Ortho/Floyd: PLEASE!!
Vil: As long as you all understand. But before that, all of you will need to wash your faces and start from a fresh face.
Vil: Cleanse it carefully and remove all particles, you baby buttered potatoes!
Vil: Vil Schoenheit presents: Beauty Session for Halloween Week
Vil: Now the real show begins.
Vil: For Halloween, in addition to costumes, our venues are all decorated specially.
Vil: Those places will be illuminated with a variety of lights all day long, and our guest will be trying to take in the sights from near and far.
Vil: Essentially, this means that strong shadows and heavy makeup will be needed for this stage.
Vil: First, Ace. Since you all are skeletons, you'll need to create an atmosphere of emptiness and lifelessness.
Ace: We're students, y'know. It's not like we can go into Sam-san's store and get some cheap cosmetics with a student's discount!
Vil: Price is irrelevant. You want to put a strong shadow on your cheeks to erase any vitality. Try emphasizing the T-zone!
Ace: Huh!? It's definitely different from before. It's like I'm not of this world anymore?
Vil: Heartslabyul students usually wear more casual clothes and have more POP-y makeup, but
Vil: This time, you'll have to refrain from that style. Understand?
Ace: 'Kaaay. Thanks!
Vil: Next is Ruggie, pirates. Many of the Savanaclaw students have a stocky frame, and are far from having a ghostly appearance.
Vil: Keep is similar to your costume, don't use too much color. Blur the black eyeshadow greatly.
Vil: Pirates were said to have used black charcoal to paint their lower eyelids black to prevent reflections from the water, so thicken the makeup there.
Ruggie: So, instead of just doing minimal makeup there, we're gonna emphasize the pirate element of the ghost ship, huh.
Vil: Jamil, werewolves. I see you're using Scarabia colors for your costume.
Vil: Since you're portraying a ghost of a beastman, it's fine to have a bit of vitality.
Vil: Make sure you put red into your base makeup and eyeliner.
Jamil: I see. Even if it's my skin tone, or black, if I use something with a bit of red in it, it'll stand out from the costume. This is good to know.
Vil: Rook and Ortho… I'll skip over.
Rook/Ortho: WHY!?
Vil: Rook, you're in Pomefiore, same as me. There isn't much I have left to teach you.
Rook: And here I was hoping to learn something new from you once more… Le misérable!
Vil: Makeup doesn't matter to Ignihyde either, especially since you plan to cover your faces with pumpkins.
Ortho: Eeeh～ I was kinda looking forward to it, too…
Vil: I'm only joking. The inside of masks can get quite stuffy, so I'll pick out some basic cosmetics I would recommend.
Ortho: Thank you, Vil Schoenheit-san! I hope it'll be available online.
Vil: Silver, dragons. You're the most distinctive one this year. Vermillion eyeshadow and gold paint is the key.
Vil: It's vital to keep those two things from fading. Powder your face firmly to apply the base makeup carefully.
Vil: Diasomnia usually wears more gothic makeup, but this time it'll be the opposite. Perhaps Heartslabyul would be able to lend you a hand?
Vil: Why don't you and Ace try to apply the makeup to each other's faces? I'm sure you'll grasp how to do it then.
Ace: If it's flashy face paint, leave it to me! I'm totally used to it.
Silver: Understood. This is all for Halloween. Ace, I leave it to you.
Ace: Hehe, I always was kinda interested in the cool gothic makeup you guys in Diasomnia wear.
Ace: Looking forward to it, Silver-senpai～
Vil: Now, finally is our main problem. Octavinelle's theme is mummies.
Vil: I understand that Jade was not able to come because he is on the steering committee, but why did they send me this one…?
Floyd: You talkin' 'bout me? What, you got a problem?
Vil: You're the only one who completely overdid it on your poor skin!
Vil: The makeup liaison heads the quality control of the makeup and costumes for all of their dormmates.
Vil: In any case, do you think you'll be able to take back to the other students what you learn from me and teach them?
Floyd: Hmm～ I think so. Right now, at least.
Vil: Siiigh～ Well, fine, whatever. Floyd, sit in front of the mirror.
Floyd: Okaaaay.
Vil: If you move at all while I apply your makeup, I'll hang you out to dry in the sun!
(Part 1) Part 2 (Part 3)
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@safaerax said: I cannot keep you and I cannot let you go. // Leona and siren!vil
( DEATHLESS STARTERS )
His arms rest on the side of the tank , his tail lazily swaying in the water as he rests his head on his arms , watching Leona leaning against the side of the tank. There is no immediate response from the siren. What is he to say ? It is true. The idea of being stuck in a tank like some sort of object on display was repulsive and yet letting him go meant maybe never seeing each other again. To follow would mean risk of being caught and his crew causing him problems , let alone if word got out.
Vil reaches out , his fingers gliding through Leona’s hair in silent contemplation. “ You cannot. “ He finally speaks , seeming to share the sentiment that the captain’s words convey. “ There is loss no matter which choice is made. “ No matter how much they wished it otherwise.
“ . . . “ He gently moves his fingers to Leona’s chin , tugging the other to look towards him fully. “ But distance does not necessarily mean letting go. Unless you are so neglectful to forget things once out of immediate sight , captain ? “ He raises an eyebrow , pushing himself a bit over the edge of the tank so he was leaning down at the same level of Leona’s face. “ The solution is simple. Don’t let me go. “
#safaerax#you knew he had to have that little comment there#ah the inherent tragedy of belonging to two different worlds#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟#〉the secret gem of the ocean〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil siren verse⌟
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@poisbite said: Epel had been working on this secretly for a week now. In a broad picture, this might not look like something that interesting. It was just a handkerchief one that he was trying to embroid the emblem of the pomefiore dorm on it plus an iconic crown. And he almost backed down from ever giving it to him but somehow. He found himself calling out the queen's name. Now he can't back down even if he wanted to " U-Um, Happy Birthday Vil-san ! " he tried to remember the words Vil would never let him forget, always stay tall. And while the nervousness was still visible within him, Epel had surely came a long way since the first time they meet and his stance is taller. He offers Vil a small box in which he placed the handkerchief, with a simple purple bow. And at the very last second breaks his proper pose to run and hug him tight.
Vil’s head turns when he hears Epel calling out his name , surprised but not unhappy to hear it. Though he did seem rather nervous about something. It showed in both posture and voice. But he keeps quiet on the matter , and instead allows a small smile to rest on his lips at the words.
“ Thank you Epel. “ He smiles , expression shifting to one of surprised curiosity at the present offered. He often receives many , but those are from faceless fans. This is from someone important , and therefore is immeasurably more valuable regardless of what it was. But before he could open it , an oof was forced from his lungs at the sudden force of the hug.
And he laughs. A light , cheery sound that carries spring sunshine and not winter storms in it as he hugs Epel back. How much this little apple had already grown. Whether Epel actually knew it or not didn’t matter. Vil could see it , and that was enough of a present in itself. So was the hug. He squeezes him once before loosening his grip with a bright smile.
Only then does he turn to finally opening the present , pulling out the handkerchief to examine it. Was it perfect ? No. But the care and effort that had been put into it was clear as day. His gaze softens a fraction , letting his fingers trace over the emblem and crown before he turns to Epel. For a moment he hesitates before it is his turn to pull Epel into a gentle hug of appreciation. “ Thank you for your gift as well. “
#poisbite#;-; look at them hugging#he loves it okay epel#he v much appreciates it#more than anyone could guess#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟
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@aristarchos said: It had been so tempting to want to take the cake and plaster it all over the queens face. Imagine his disappointment when someone else had that honor. But there was no mistaking the reaction, the way Vil laughed and lit up like the candles on his cake has the lion melting all over again for him across the room. He waited patiently for the day to end, watching and enjoying Vil have fun with everyone around him.
It was such a simple thing, finding happiness and joy seeing someone you cared so much for being happy. The warmth that pulled and twisted at heartstrings that never once cared anything. It was like looking at a photo come to life, reliving a memory that brought on such blissful emotions. He’d deny it if anyone had brought up the starry eyed expression in his emerald jewels the more he watched and observed.
When the room finally began to die down and everyone said their final birthday wishes and goodbyes did Leona come to take a seat next to his queen. By now Vil had already cleaned his face and reapplied but Leona was petty, dipping his finger in the leftover cake and smearing it on Vil’s nose with a chuckle. ‘I told you I would’ he said, grinning towards him, before he moved and lifted Vil up in his arms.
This was different. Leona had always loved picking Vil up, it was so easy to do so. Throwing him over his shoulder and running off without a care in the world. But today, this time, Leona had carefully tucked his arms under Vil and carried him the way every king should carry his queen. Every once in a while at least. Leona smiles at him, seeing you notice the look of surprise before he pulls him in for a kiss. The icing on his nose brushing up against Leona’s and they laugh. He’d been wanting to do this all day, waiting for his moment to have Vil all to himself. Leona holds him close and strong, ‘Happy Birthday, Vil’ he says, his tone soft as he places one more kiss upon his lips and leads him back to his room. // 🥺HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO OUR QUEEN
It’s about as much as Vil expects when it comes to birthday celebrations. There’s people and decorations and gifts ( many , many of those. Fans were so eager for his attention ) but overall ? He laughs. He laughs because despite everything , he’s enjoying the day and the celebrations.
Even if Leona seemed keen to stick to the edges , only brushing by in moments. But that was fine. It meant more to him that he was here at all. It did not mean that the queen didn’t sneak a few glances his way. But too often someone else would call or tug for his attention and he’d inevitably shift focus. Probably for the better , or else he might get too caught up in that emerald gaze. And that would be embarrassing at any point where others would see , much less at his own birthday celebration.
“ You really are such a cat , showing up after everyone leaves. “
Despite the remark , Vil’s lips curve into a smile when he feels the couch sink down with Leona’s weight. After he takes a sip of his drink he places the cup down and turns to see Leona. Much to his surprise , he’s greeted by a familiar feeling of frosting on his face and a miffed noise emits from the back of his throat. He scowls , but the usual winter intensity is absent , even if he does cross his arms and pretend to look away as he’s picked up.
“ Brute. Don’t think picking me up all pretty means I don’t see you for what you are. “
The seriousness doesn’t last too long before he gives a quiet laugh and turns back to Leona , wrapping his arm around his lion’s neck. It really was a special day if Leona decided to pick him up like this. He could easily count the number of times Leona had done so after all. He sinks into the kiss , enjoying the warmth and softness- although he can’t focus on that long when he’s aware of the frosting smearing on Leona. His kiss dissolves into a laugh , and the sound of Leona’s laugh fills his chest with warmth.
“ Thank you , Leona. “ Vil smiles , making an attempt to swipe away the smeared frosting while accepting the quick kiss. Then he relaxes in Leona’s arms and watches them move back towards his bedroom , head resting against his shoulder. What a way to wrap up his birthday , in the arms of his brute , his love.
#aristarchos#me just ;-; at this#its so cute#kiss turning into giggles too just sweet#he loves his brute#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟#〉relations: (leona & vil) : keeping a secret sealed with a kiss 〈 — ⌼
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@safaerax said: The cat most definitely gets affection— says the cat
“ Good kitty. “ The Queen’s voice fills the air as he slides his arms around Leona’s neck , hugging him from behind. Despite the Overblot , there’s clearly enough influence to not attack him - not yet at least. One of his clawed hand raises to rake though Leona’s wild hair , attention diverted from his original focus.
“ You’ll be good for me , won’t you ~ ? “ His grip tightens on the lion , painted lips curved into a smile. It wasn’t an option.
#safaerax#he gets some pets#and a bit of possessive / demanding#you're his leona <3 his kitty#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟#〉relations: (leona & vil) : keeping a secret sealed with a kiss 〈 — ⌼
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@aristarchos said: exhausted parents kiss // leovil
( A VERY DELAYED RESPONSE TO A MEME FROM SO, SO LONG AGO )
Vil practically collapsed on top of Leona as he finally slipped into their bedroom. He still needed to get undressed and take off his makeup. But for a few moments he just wanted to recharge by laying against his husband’s chest with his eyes closed. “ Astra and Luca are finally fast asleep. I made sure to stay in there with both for a little while to make sure they wouldn’t wake back up. “ Nothing was worse than thinking they were asleep only for them to be up five minutes later. They’d both learned that the hard way.
He lets out an exhausted sigh. Some days were brutal. He loved their kids fiercely , but coming home from rehearsal or modeling when they decided to be terrors could be hard. Yet he wouldn’t change it for the world. They were good kids and he was proud of them. He was proud of Leona too for being such a great father.
Wysteria eyes open again to glance up at Leona’s face with a soft warmth in them. His muscles protested but he pushed himself up to scoot up so he could hover over Leona with a smile. He didn’t say anything. He just bent down and pressed a soft , tired , but loving kiss to the lion’s lips.
“ I love you. “ He murmurs softly , lingering close as he raises a hand to gently brush away some of Leona’s hair from his face. “ Thanks for taking the day to watch them. It meant a lot. “ He leans down , pressing a few more soft kisses against Leona’s lips before he sinks back down to laying his head on Leona’s chest.
It’s a comfortable , blissful quiet that’s settled over the house. It’s only broken when Vil gives a soft , tired laugh. “ I almost feel like how you used to act at NRC. Getting up to change seems like so much effort. “ He teases , grinning against his chest. Though unlike Leona , he still very much would. If merely for his skincare routine,
#aristarchos#hands this to you literally like 5 months later#〉you can only strive to be as beautiful as me〈 — ⌼ ⌜vil schoenheit⌟#〉relations: (leona & vil) : keeping a secret sealed with a kiss 〈 — ⌼
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