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lovelyyandereaddictionpoint · 2 months

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I was re reading your pool fic bc it’s one of my favourite and I wanted to ask ab how Vil would go over giving you a make over when he finds out you’re a girl or how Vil, Rook and Epel would be involved?

Would Epel finally be happy to not be the only one being tortured by Vil with his 20084 step skin care routine?

Would Vil take you shopping and go full MUA?

Would Rook stalk you so Vil can find our about your current beauty regimen?

Also I love your writing so much

Aforementioned Makeover | Yandere Pomefiore

The thing about the pool party is that everyone knew you were a girl

You had told them straight up

But they either written it off or the time you casually mentioned it or it just wasn’t a priority

Rook most definitely already knew

More than willing to share one of his extensive photo albums on you when Vil finally decides you are indeed in need of a makeover

Whether it’s through Rook or forcefully making Epel ask or just interrogating you himself

He’ll go full steam ahead once he has an idea on your situation

But it gets tricky when he realizes Rook’s has a loooonggg list of things he notices and actively updates about your health and routine

It kind of makes him jealous

So he steps up his game a little and demands your presence in Pomefiore immediately

He might wait for exam season where everyone’s on edge

And far too anxious to debate whatever craziness he’s imposing on the Ramshackle Prefect

“This is just for the time being, no need to lose your head. Focus on your exams and I’ll focus on you. Got that?”

He’s reworking your entire life routine to fit around and with him in the center

Because Rook get’s to openly patrol and monitor you he’s not upset

He also expected it’d turn out this way but that’s a discussion for another time+

Epel though is at first willing to excuse himself

Leaving you to the proverbial wolves until he realizes what this means

“After the fitting, we’ll polish their elegance training, and then after that we’ll have to do a hearty meal otherwise they’d whine all day–” “I agree!”

“But they told me that tomorrow we’d go to the racing derby together…”

“Hm, well we’ll have to cancel that then. (Y/n)’s incredibly short energy and requirements for tomorrow can’t have them waking up too early to go to that. We only have time for what we’ve planned.”

“Yup sorry, monsieur crab-apple! Now please continue Roi du Poison!”

“...”

If he doesn’t actively include himself or remind Vil of his obsession with training him

He’s going to be left out

Lose more time to get close to you

Less chances for him to win you over

Not to mention the bonding and learning he gets from just aiding his upperclassmen in their endeavors

“Now this Epel is the perfect time to ask questions. In this condition their mental state is still intact, so any questions you ask isn’t immediately going to be met with mindless and incoherent blubbering.”

“But why would I want to ask questions? What good is talking to this piece’a crap gonna do?”

“Tsk Tsk pauvre malheureux you have so much to learn! Consider this prey the beginning of a larger scheme…a member of a conspiracy against notre chéri!”

“I see…”

Unbeknownst to him he’s prepared to use it all against them when the perfect time strikes

But it’s not wise to underestimate your teachers

Where do you think that urge came from?

“We at Pomefiore value beauty above most, consider it a privilege we want to highlight yours.”

“Though the urge to lock it away is palpable; for my Roi du Poison I’ll stiffle my urges just a tad longer!”

“Don’t expect to get too far from me I’m mo’ than set onya heart.”

“Epel!”

“I know I know, geez.”

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it-happened-one-fic · 8 months

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10 Seconds - Floyd

Author Notes: I'm not gonna lie, I had a lot of fun writing this. This fic was pretty much entirely inspired by a scene in chapter 111 in Akagami no Shirayukihime (Snow White with The Red Hair). After I found out that Floyd and Obi had the same voice actor, the temptation was to great for me to resist. As per usual, reader is gender-neutral. I hope you enjoy!

Type: Fluff/ flirtation/ romance/ kind of spoofy/ Reader does have a pushy admirer so be warned on that note

Word Count: 1890

There was something about persistent wanna-be lovers that made one nervous enough to look to even the most shady sources of help. Including Octaveinelle.

“So this young man has been bothering you for…?” Jade trailed off as he looked up from the glass he was currently polishing to where I sat, right in front of him, at the bar.

“A little over a month now, I think.” I frowned as I recounted the numerous times the Pomefiore junior in question had just ‘happened’ to be right where I would inevitably run into him.

I would be trapped there, having to interact with him and dodging his advances until I was saved by some passerby or thought up a reasonable excuse to leave.

I could’ve gone to Vil for help, considering it was one of his dorm members. But I also didn’t entirely want to put my annoyingly persistent and considerably pushy admirer through quite that much sorrow.

I did, however, want this handled, and me turning him down numerous times as politely as possible simply wasn’t cutting it. Which was why I went to Octavinelle to seek the advice of the infamous tweels. After all, they handled a lot of Azul's issues. Surely they would have advice for handling one persistent admirer.

Floyd let out a low whistle from behind me, causing me to twist slightly to glance at the young man who ought to be sweeping but was now just propped up on the broom’s handle as he shook his head, “Stubborn guy.”

His eyes found mine as a grin crossed his face, and I realized very quickly that I didn’t want to know exactly what Floyd was thinking. That wasn’t really one of his nice grins….

“Come now, Floyd. We can’t exactly blame the poor fool for being quite so smitten with our darling little Prefect, can we?” I almost grimaced at Jade’s teasing tone as I turned in time to catch his mocking, sharp-toothed smile.

“Guys,” I didn’t even bother fighting the whine that slipped into my tone. “I just want some advice. I can’t get him to go away, and I’ve already tried being blunt.”

Jade smiled in an indulgent manner down at me before a frown crossed his face, “I suppose it is rather problematic and concerning if he’s been at it this long.”

He sat the glass down with a tiny clink on the bar as he continued to ponder my plight, “You said he’s a Pomefiore student?”

I nodded, wondering exactly what Jade was thinking as Floyd slipped up next to me, propping himself on the bar, “Should I just scare him off? That’d probably do it.”

Floyd sounded perfectly willing to do just that as he looked at me with that sharp-toothed grin of his before looking towards his brother.

But he was soon frowning in confusion as Jade started to shake his head with a slight frown, “No, if he’s as determined as I fear, then I doubt that would solve the problem for little more than three days.”

That mocking smile appeared on Jade’s face again, even though he wasn’t actually looking at either me or his brother, as he continued, “Besides. Those Pomefiore boys are the schooling sort. Always flitting about in a group. If we tried aggression, he’d just come back with his friends, and that would make things more difficult for you, wouldn’t it, Prefect?”

He looked towards me as he finished, and I nodded glumly, “A squad probably would make it tougher.”

Especially since Pomefiore squads were known to be aggressive. Turning him down in front of his posse could be risky at best.

A chuckle slipped from the vice-housewarden’s lips as he smiled at me, “Now, now. There’s no need to make such a face. The solution is really quite simple, isn’t it?”

I perked up at his words, looking at him hopefully before I frowned once I noticed his grin, “What’s it gonna cost?”

The twins laughed together, their voices joining in a strange harmony that made me tense ever-so-slightly.

“Oh, it’ll be on the house this time. After all, this will be most amusing for both of us.” Jade’s words seemed to surprise Floyd as much as they did me.

Unperturbed by our obvious confusion, Jade leaned forward with an undoubtedly conspiratorial grin. Propping himself on his elbows as he gestured both of us closer with a single flick of his long fingers, “Listen closely…..”

And that was what had brought me to this moment, as I let out a quiet exhale before rounding the corner.

I didn’t even have to worry about setting the guy up. I knew exactly where he’d be.

Propped up on the wall in that careful pose he was always in when he was waiting for me to come and just ‘happen’ to bump into him.

And sure enough, there he was. Leaning against the wall with one arm raised so that he had me slightly caged in from the very second I rounded the corner.

“Prefect! What a surprise,” His perfectly white teeth flashed almost blindingly, and I fought not to gag at the raw amount of perfume he was wearing.

It was a good thing he hadn’t brought his posse; I probably would’ve passed out from the raw amount of perfume that would’ve been in the air.

But I smiled. Pretending to be surprised and not at all frustrated by his persistent, unwanted affections as I carefully went back through the plan that Jade had laid out in my head.

Interact with him like everything was normal while waiting until reinforcements came, and then follow those very simple directions that Jade had given.

So I waited. Awkwardly exchanging pleasantries and smiling up at the young man who now leaned increasingly closer despite how much I would like him to say far away. He was no doubt about to drop some sort of new line that was intended to sweep me off my feet but would be far more likely to make me grimace.

And right as he opened his mouth with a grin that spoke of some very misplaced confidence, I heard the exact thing I’d been waiting for.

“Shrimpy~” Floyd’s sing-song call came from behind me, and I turned so fast that I almost missed the deep frown that appeared at impressive speeds on my admirer’s face.

“Floyd!” I didn’t have to fake my joy at seeing him, though I couldn’t say the same for him considering that Floyd himself looked entirely bored as he looked towards the Pomefiore junior that now stood stiffly silent. Already frustrated by the mere presence of Floyd.

For a brief moment, I was honestly worried about how well Jade’s scheme was going to go over until Floyd’s gaze shifted and his eyes met mine. Because then there was an entire change to his person.

His gaze softened ever so slightly, and his lips twitched up in an absentminded smile as he walked over, all but cooing at me affectionately, “There you are.”

He didn’t stop until he was right next to me, looking down at me, and then I knew the moment of truth was upon us.

I could hear Jade’s amused voice in my head as I braced myself, swallowing as I recalled his words: “Ten seconds. You will need to stare into each other’s eyes for ten seconds. But that’s all it will take.”

Floyd was far calmer than I was as he slipped off his blazer and draped it over my shoulders, blocking the cool breeze that came through the open window.

His voice was quieter than usual, though still playful as he spoke, “There you go; can’t have you getting cold.” And that was my cue that we were beginning.

One.

My hand reached up to tug his oversized jacket a little closer around my body, and my hand brushed lightly against his fingers that lingered at my shoulders.

Two. Three. Four.

I twisted just a little bit more so that I could look at him better as his hand slid down my arm so that his arm was wrapped around my shoulders.

Five.

It was already getting sort of awkward to keep staring for this long into Floyd’s mismatched eyes for this long. But now I was beginning to think more about the color of his irises than the actual situation we were in.

Six. Seven.

One was a yellow color. Not a sickly yellow, but rather it was a warmer color that made me feel oddly safe considering the young man I was looking up at. The other eye was a surprisingly gentle olive that was also welcomingly familiar and spoke of how, in certain moments, Floyd himself could actually be quite gentle.

Eight. Nine.

I could feel numerous people staring at us, and I was fairly certain that one of them was definitely Jade. He was probably utterly delighted by how uniquely embarrassing this really was. Because even though I’d been prepared to feel a little self-conscious, I hadn’t been expecting to be this flustered. Especially since it was just Floyd….

Ten.

Floyd’s smile grew by just a fraction, and then he blinked, “I reckon I’ll see you later. I know you can’t miss your class. Good little student that you are~” He let go of my arm with an affectionate squeeze as he continued to look down at me. But this time with amusement in his gaze and a teasing lilt to his voice.

I swallowed down my overwhelming shyness as I looked away, blinking as I attempted to force my recovery by focusing on his teasing.

But even then, my voice wobbled as I quipped back, not quite able to look back up at him, “Unlike you, I actually have to study to keep my grades up.”

Out of my peripheral vision, I could tell he was fully grinning now, “Aww, if you ever need help, you can just ask. If you're nervous about Azul, I can help you out.”

He leaned down and into my line of sight so that he could wink at me, and I let out an exhale. Reminding myself that this was Floyd I was dealing with. Not some incredibly romantic male lead who was here to sweep me off my feet and actually be successful.

Which brought me back to my admirer, who was still standing there, staring in open-mouthed shock.

“Ex- Excuse me, I lost track of time with Floyd and really do need to get to class now,” I was still flustered enough that I stammered slightly before I flashed him an apologetic grin before I trotted off.

As I fled the scene, I passed a chuckling Jade and mouthed a quick, ‘Thank you,’ before hurrying on. Attempting to outrun the oddly shy sensation I now felt at the thought of being near Floyd and entirely missing what happened behind me as I fled the scene.

“You haven’t gotten anywhere in a month, and it only took me ten seconds.” So saying, Floyd glanced down at the Pomefiore student, who almost immediately puffed up with indignance that quickly deflated as Floyd grinned in a way that perfectly displayed his too-sharp teeth.

“You might as well just try somewhere else, ‘cause you aren’t going to be stealing Shrimpy away from me anytime soon.”

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recreationalfanfics · 10 months

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Duce in cannon that he shy when it comes to talking to girls ( other then his mom and granny ) and out of curiosity how did he react as he realizes that Daley!mc is actually a girl because they can pull any look look so fine?

Because he is but of a hbo but he is cute

*Daley! Reader is gender neutral/can be any gender you desire! For this request, however, they will go by she/her pronouns!*

Can be read as romantic/platonic

- NO BECAUSE IMAGINE THEY WEAR A DORM UNIFORM BASED OFF OF LARRY'S NIGHT GAURD ONE, but like, they end up deciding to wear something more feminine or Vil wants to dress them up to bring out that charm.

- Ace kinda knew from the start and looks at Deuce weirdly when Deuce just stares at you in flustered shock as you model the new outfit.

- "Dude, it was so obvious."

- "CLEARLY NOT TO ME, MAN!"

- He doesn't WANT to treat you differently but because of his shyness towards girls, he can't really help it as well. He has a harder time meeting your gaze and he tries to fix up his mannerisms around you more. Straightening his posture when you walk into a room, doing little grooming things like fixing his hair or patting down his uniform, and other things like that.

- He also starts to notice things about you that makes him realize he should've noticed you were a chick a long time ago. The fact that you have your own separate bathroom, the fact that Jed and Octavius would "stand gaurd" at your room door and yell at them for trying to walk in, and other subtle differences like that.

- If you call him out/ask him about this stuff, he WILL get flustered and stammer out an excuse. HE DOESN'T WANT YOU TO THINK HE'S TREATING YOU DIFFERENT BECAUSE YOU'RE A GIRL- Well, he is but it's not for any sexist reason- oh God, it sounds so bad when he says it like that-

- *cue Jed and Octavius cackling at poor Deuce*

- Don't worry! This awkward phase doesn't last forever. He adjusts to it and still jokes around and hangs out with you as usual, he does grow increasingly protective of you but he also knows when you can handle things yourself.

- I ALSO FEEL LIKE HE FEELS BAD THAT YOU DON'T HAVE ANY GIRL FRIENDS, like he notices that when you guys go to town to pick up ingredients for Trey or paint for the roses, you'll look longingly over to the girls who are out laughing and giggling with their friends, fawning over cute things, and it reminds you of your old friends back in your world.

- So he'll convince the first year gang to do more things with you that might make you happy. Such as planning a nail polishing session! Sebek is down and wants to paint his nails black like Malleus, Epel brings special "no odor" nail polish since the smell is too overwhelming for Jack (Epel won't really do jail polish but Jack would and Epel will do his nails), and Ace is hesitant but Deuce is all: "C'mon dude! They do so much for us. It's the absolute LEAST we can do for them!" and he does do it (and likes it).

- You do Deuce's nails and he gets a little shy again like how he did when he finally realized you were, in fact, a girl. However, when you take a break from your rant and look him in the eyes to thank him with a bright smile, it was totally worth it to him.

- You guys do have more nail polishing sessions because honestly, they really enjoy them.

#Deuce Spade x reader #deuce spade twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #deuce x reader twst #deuce x reader #twst deuce #twst deuce x reader #twisted night at the museum au

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yunarim · 11 months

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Seeing you knowing a thing or two about kpop makes me wanna spoil you with many kpop songs inspired requests... May I request pomefiore reacting to an idol!reader (pref fem but gender neutral would be ok too if you want) whose group is similar to dreamcatcher (songs, outfits, etc)? Have a good day!!

⟣┄─ The thoughts that stopped, I return my steps to you ɞ ┆✦ characters : vil schoenheit, rook hunt, epel felmier ┆✦ tags : fem!reader (no pronouns used though), fluff, reader is not yuu (but the name yuu mentioned in order to avoid calling reader y/n)

✦ Vil Schoenheit — In the Frozen

— He knew you before you got acquainted with anyone in NRC because he saw you on stage.

— He saw your debut and he also even did a photoshoot with you once.

— Vil knows how much idols work, so he deeply respects your work ethic but doesn’t really know much about you.

— He’s not a big fan of dark concepts but one day he finds himself preparing for the photoshoot and watching your recent comeback while the stylist is doing his hair.

— The moment you start singing your lines, his brows twitch a little, and his stylist smirks.

— Your hairstyle is on point, your makeup is absolutely stunning.

— The way you present yourself while singing and dancing is also incredibly professional, there’s no denying. You’re the artist, which is extremely admirable.

— Somehow he thinks about your performance before going to sleep and watches the music video once more, which he would never do normally.

— Ends up posting a story in MagiCam with your recent music album playing on repeat numerous times and tags your group official account with ‘What an excellent work.’

— Neige started sending Vil edits with your group.

— Ha… That was annoying at first until one day your group, Vil and Neige, were invited to a radio show.

— You look magnificent even when you’re not maintaining your mysterious fantasy-like persona on stage.

— Radio host asks something here and there until the question is aimed directly at Vil.

— “And now to the questions from our listeners! Vil, if you were on a desert island with one of the band members, who would it be?”

— Vil already has the answer perfectly polished to the point he wouldn’t sound offensive or lead to unnecessarily hints and talks, but Neige suddenly interferes.

— “Ah, forgive me for being rude, the question isn't for me, but I feel like Vil would get along with Yuu!”

— Why. For what reason.

— You smile at him gently, and he remembers you smiling the same way you did in the music video.

— Neige is long forgotten by now, even if Vil agrees with him.

— After the radio program you found yourselves stumbling upon each other on photoshoots and TV shows from time to time until you approach him first during one of your activities and straight up ask for his number.

— Congrats on now having a boyfriend who does your makeup, your hairstyle and also is good at giving a piece of advice when it comes to burnouts.

— You two did a photoshoot with your group’s aesthetics and apparently half of the stan Magitter* went insane. *Magitter – an allusion to twitter

✦ Rook Hunt — Red Sun

— Saw Neige mentioning your group on MagiCam and the whole Pomefiore realized they have never seen the vice dome leader with such enormously huge heart-shaped sparkles in his eyes.

— The moment he saw you, Rook went on MagiTube* to watch every music video, show, vlog and other activities.

— God he’s so whipped for the concept, he adores every little aesthetic detail in every outfit.

— And your voice?!.. Ah, what a divine sound you make. All of the members do, there’s no denying, you all are extremely talented individuals.

— And yet there’s something so captivating in you.

— He wonders how it is even possible to enchant people with such a pristine, alluring voice, ah, you must be a dark angel, fallen into this obscure relentless world…

— Next day Rook found out about your group and every Pomefiore student who was spotted on the campus territory looked so drenched and that is no wonder, given how expressively Rook described your group image in every detail, appreciating your absolutely divine precious being and–

— In any case he’s now your loyal fan.

— He proved to be a trustworthy art & culture manager after helping Vil organize his photoshoots and also giving advice to Neige’s managers.

— No wonder he ended up preparing photoshoots for your group too.

— “Good morning,” you greet Rook, stretching out your hand for the handshake, and at the moment Rook thinks he’s the happiest man in the world.

— Not to mention your voice sounds so nice even when you’re not singing.

— Rook’s being very attentive to your little needs which is incredibly amazing to you.

— You blush a little when you realize you’ll miss him when the photoshoot is over.

— Worry not, you find a small card decorated with dark roses, the decoration fitting your recent comeback’s concept, with Rook’s number written in a bit of cursive handwriting.

— It doesn’t take long for you to fall in love, given how sweet he is.

— But aside from being just nice and attentive, he’s really helpful.

— He always helps you to relieve some stress when you’re staying up late in the dancing studio by bringing your favorite snacks and just by being supportive.

— You don’t reveal your relationship to the public, but somehow you end up bragging to Neige about the non-stop amount of ‘beauté!’ you heard every day.

— You also ended up getting a few lines in French for the upcoming comeback.

— You wonder why. *MagiTube – an allusion to youtube

✦ Epel Felmier — PIRI

— He knows your group for two reasons: first, Ace and Deuce aren’t shutting up, so he first tried bearing with it, and second, your concept looks so refreshing.

— He also likes this type of music, so in three days he knows your entire discography and sings ‘HOLD UP YEAH, I’M A GEEK THE BIG PARADOX’ part like his life depends on it.

— Unironically creates a MagiTok* account dedicated to making edits with your group.

— One day Ace sends him a magitok with your insanely well edited fancam and Epel says ‘Damn yeah. Btw I was the one who made it’ and Ace refuses to believe it until Epel shows him his account.

— Your music is obviously a bop, and your recent album is a soty one, but he prefers rap lines more so he can practice his own rapping (he’s extremely good).

— One day your group visits NRC to film your upcoming music video in the Pomefiore dorm, so needless to say he’s excited.

— Epel understands he’s just a fan and there’s no way he would disturb you during filming.

— But huh no.

— You got lost on your way from the cafeteria to Pomefiore and Epel just happened to be there at the moment.

— Goodness, you’re stunning.

— Patterned gloves look very nice on your hands when he takes your hand in his quite casually and causes you to follow him.

— “Here you go, don’t get lost again, but finding me is also an option. Good luck on filming!”

— You ask if he’s been doing rap and he looooses it when you say he’s immensely incredible.

— You also ask him for his socials so you two could chat from time to time and he realizes he makes a fatal mistake when he gives you his MagiTok account.

— He thought he would be over (though he wasn’t sure if it would be you who ended him or Vil but in any case), but you actually… praised him??

— After you suggest he join your entertainment’s editors he’s on cloud nine but still refuses because wouldn’t it be better for him to try casting with rap? He’s so real for this.

— You wonder how you got yourself a boyfriend who’s planning to outshine yourself (jokingly, he’s extremely supportive and he’s your number one loyal stan).

— You know the thing when fans count their days with the idol? He does that too but unironically.

— You feel like he makes and sends you magitoks more often then he messages you “good morning”.

— (No worries, you playfully annoy him too by not sanding new rap lines in the upcoming releases) *MagiTok – an allusion to tiktok

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #vil x reader #rook x reader #epel x reader

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curekibouka-writing · 2 years

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hello! could i request vil, epel, ruggie, and kalim (separately) finding out that their romantic partner has been cheating on them?

With cold eyes, Vil looks down at your mildly fearful visage, and he chuckles, “What? If you are so afraid, then perhaps you should not have betrayed my trust in the first place.”

Were you expecting a harsh scolding? Jealousy? Revenge? Vil does none of that. He regards this matter with more maturity than you imagined. “But I jest. I am no petty child who would throw a tantrum over a stolen candy, you are free to go wherever you please.”

His blood-congealing calmness is frightening in its own way, but you’d rather leave him alone before his wrath actually shows.

Vil sits in front of his mirror silently after you leave. Once again, contrary to your expectation, he does not seethe with anger. He always acknowledges that you are your own person, so he respects your choices. It’s not like he’s unfamiliar with a world of fickleness. Trends pass, fame dies, people leave, the unfairness barely means anything to him by now.

In his experience, people always leaves because there are better alternatives. And here’s where he would push himself in the back and stand tall to polish himself, to strive for being the fairest, to be better than them all.

But today, he removes his makeup wordlessly, without much motivation to complete the rest of his schedule today. Maybe, he decides, he will give himself a little break, he can work hard again tomorrow. He throws his phone onto his pillow and lie down inelegantly.

This act has ended crudely, he just needs some time to forget it and put together a new face for the next.

You see the anger written all over Epel’s face. You see his eyes sharpening, his teeth gritting, his veins popping. What do you take him for? A pushover? He’ll show you he isn’t going to take this insult lying down—

His clenched fist whooshes straight at your face, but he pulls himself back before the punch connects. He took more than a few deep breaths as his fist weakly grips his other elbow, looking away as he asks begrudgingly, “Why did you do this? Am I not strong enough for you? Not tough enough for you? Do you think I won’t ever become a man of your dreams?”

He doesn’t really listen to your reply, your actions were enough to shatter his ego. For once he thought you were someone who understood him. Someone who saw his strengths despite how he looks and appreciated him for that. Someone who acknowledged what he can do and wouldn’t underestimate him. You were an anchor of sorts, affirmation for him in a world that (he thinks) never saw his true worth. Now you betray him, lifting the anchor and sending him back out to an ocean of insecurities and anger.

If he could, Epel would challenge your new partner to a battle, a duel, just something to prove that he’s better. But then he considers, and bites his lips, and runs away. What’s the point? It doesn’t matter who’s better, what matters is always how people see things. And you, you see him as a loser.

Ruggie feels his fangs, his claws, the blood of an animal in his veins, itching to grab something, to gnaw at something, to keep what belongs to him. He pushes out a low growling sound from deep in his throat as he suddenly clutches your wrists.

It’s rare for his droopy eyes to be boiling with such ire. It’s rare for him not to face something with his usual goofy grin. Because, in truth, life’s too short to waste it on getting angry at every little unfair thing.

So why bother? He flings your arms away, and if he had done it any later he might’ve left a mark. But it means nothing, does it? If taking a bite makes something his to own then he wouldn’t be starving. He just… never really held onto something quite long enough to value it this much, but that doesn’t mean you’re different, you’re just another thing that never belonged to him.

He really should know better than this. He knows not to ask for much, there’s less disappointment that way. He knows not to grow attached to things, he could lose them every day. He knows how to judge what to steal and what not to steal, and he knows you are one thing he cannot steal back.

He knows how to let go — you never belonged to him. He knows how to pretend he doesn’t care — if you don’t appreciate him for what he has given you out of what little he has, then perhaps you weren’t worth it. He knows how to laugh again — “You were never… one of us.”

First of all, we must address how Kalim finds out about your little secret. He would not easily believe any rumours or word of mouth that suggests it, so he could only find out by witnessing you with your other half with his own two eyes. Even then, Kalim does not confront you immediately, he will find time to talk to you later, and alone.

“Have you found a new lover who makes you happy?” Kalim asks you, his tone is not accusing, and you cannot deny it even if you want to because he saw you.

As you reluctantly admits that you have, Kalim confirms with you again, “And they make you happy, right?” If you agree, to your surprise, Kalim will burst into a grin, “Oh that’s great! I’m so glad you found someone who can really give you happiness!”

He spreads his arms, wanting to hug you, but pauses and pats your shoulders instead, “They’re a good guy!” He continues to give compliments to your newfound love interest, especially in aspects that he himself isn’t good at.

At the end of the day, you’ll have broken up with Kalim peacefully, you’ll walk away from him contently. And he has no problem with that. As long as he knows you’re happy, he thinks it doesn’t have to be with him.

But he tries to recall what receiving your love felt like when it lasted. He tries to recall it every time after things go bad, go rotten, because he knows it didn’t always taste like that. Love, trust, affection, dependence… what did they taste like when they were pure? When they were mutual? When they were not poisoned? When there’s no one to say he’s only dreaming?

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artzychic27 · 7 months

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Mirrorverse Crossover- Adrien

Jafardrien hissed with discontent when he walked into the room. This... Varient of him was almost too paintful to look at, from that blindingly white smile of his to those God-awful shades of pink he's actually wearing. The young sorceror made no effort to hide his disgust, making the prince curl in on himself a bit and look away. 'Good.'

Adriunzel clears his throat a bit and manages a smile. "So! You're... Me."

"No kidding," Jafardrien retorted without so much as looking away from his snake staff. He gives it a quick polish with the hem of his jacket as he takes his seet across from the Prince. "Would you care to ssstate more obviousss factsss, or keep sssmiling there in sssilence like the idiot Prince you are?" To his surprise, Adriunzel didn't flinch or even cry like he was hoping he would. He bristled a bit, but, the sorcerer could work with that.

Adriunzel's eyes then zeroed in on the golden staff in his counterpart's hand, specifically the cobra-shaped topper. "Oh, I'm guessing that you like snakes? So do I, actually." When Jafardrien arches an eyebrow, he holds his hand up to what looks like a scale-print scrunchie in his hair, only for it to move into his hand and reveal itself as a snake. "This is Sass." He admitted bashfully, "He's sort of been my best friend since forever."

If Jafardrien were impressed, he tried not to show it. When he reached a hand toward the turquoise snake, it bit his finger, making him quickly retract.

"Sass!" The Prince lightly admonished. "We don't bite people." He whispers a quick, "Even if they are villains." Sass only curled up around his neck and nuzzled against his cheek as an apology. "I-I am so sorry-"

"Don't be," Jafardrien interrupted. "A little venom never hurt anyone, now hasss it?" With that, he licked up the venom beginning to ooze from his bite with a forked tongue. Adriunzel tried not to gag. "It isss quite an impresssive feat though, that sssuch a... Ditzy young prince sssuch asss yourssself, ssso naive and vulnerable to the outside world managed to tame sssuch a thing." Sass bared his fangs at the remark, and Jafardrien bared his larger set.

Adriunzel only shrugged his shoulder. "Well, it wasn't like he was going to bite me, or anything. I found Sass out on the balcony, and he was hurt, so I healed him. We've been friends ever since."

"And that is ssso lucky for you," Jafardrien hissed. "But, had it been a diferent sssnake, who knowsss? That kindnesss will get you killed, Princey." His eyebrow raised the same time as Adriunzel's.

"Look," Adriunzel started. "I think I see what you're trying to do, and I hate to break it to you, I really do, but I've grown accustomed to insults hidden in the form of concern and "compliments,"" he said with finger quotes. "So, if this is an attempt to break my self-esteem or something, I don't know what to tell you."

🌼🐍

"That's my boy!" Fairy GodBro hollered, much to to irritation of Honest Nino. "That oversized garter snake's got nothing on him!"

Marinette De Vil gritted her teeth. "You shut your mouth, you... You-!"

"Oh!" Madame Aurore raised her hand. "Pixie punk?"

"Bubble-brain?" Maxdrome offered.

"Over-glorified babysitter?" Lady Chloé sneered.

Marinette De Vil seethed and crossed her arms. "All of the above!" Before she could confront the fairy, a wooden spoon was held up to her face, courtesy of TiAlya.

"Take one step closer to him," she threatened with a glint in her amber eyes. "I dare you."

Out of the corner of her eye, the designer saw Doctor Cabello gesturing with their hands to back down. Trusting the shadow witch's experience with Louisiana chefs in the past, Marientte De Vil wisely stepped away, but still shot Fairy GodBro a glare before joining up with Shan Kagami and DiabLuka to watch their boyfriend put that Prince in his place.

Lacey Gothel was eyeing the door with a greedy look in her eyes. If she could just have one little snip of that Prince's hair, then that'll be enough! She'll remain young and beautiful forever until the end of time!

Without giving it another thought, she raced toward the door with her scissors already on hand, only for Demolition Denise to suddenly into view and restrain her arms in one hand. "Nice try, crazy."

"I NEED HIS HAIR!" She all but screamed. "UNHAND ME!" She made an attempt to slash Denise with her scissors, only for Simon Pan to snatch them out of her hand.

"I'll say to you what I've never said to anyone," he snarked. "Grow up."

🌼🐍

Jafardrien barked out a laugh. "It had taken you that long to realize that'sss now how a parent should treat their own kid? Even if I were not the massster of all deception, I would be able to tell that old bassstard is a piece of shit."

"Well, pardon me for never knowing life outside of the tower," Adriunzel said as his eye began to twitch. "See, there, it was either set foot on the grass and be killed or stay safe with father and be constantly belittled and treated like a three-year-old at the age of thirteen."

"Now, now, no need to get worked up Princey," Jafardrien simpered. "I'm sssimply ssstating factsss. Surely, you had to have known that parent should not imply that their children are ditzy little onesss and make sure that they never leave the confinementsss of home, right? And if my pathetic sssperm donor in your universsse is anything like Lacey, then-" He lets out a fake gasp and brings his hand up to his chest with a faux sympathetic look. "He mussst've loved your hair more than you, correct?"

He laughs again as a dark look crosses Adriunzel's face. "That isss too pricelesss! Oh, your own father loved your magic hair more than you, and you didn't see any red flagsss there?! You really are the lesser me! Oh, how your own girlfriendsss can ssstand to be around sssuch ssstupidity isss- HRK!" He's suddenly jerked forward by a coil of Adriunzel's unbraided hair wrapped around his neck.

The Prince stared him dead in the eye while keeping a white-knuckle grip around his locks. "Never talk about my girlfriends ever again," he threatened. "You think you or any of those other villains can make me feel inferior? Like an idiot? When every day since I was just born, I have dealt with all sorts of psychological and emotional manipulation. Compared to that, you all are just the world's smallest mosquito, buzzing around for hours on end until your slapped out of the air."

He eventually unwrapped his hair from around the sorceror's neck. Before Jafardrien could back away, Adriunzel grabbed his arm and pulled him close so he could whisper, "Go tell your girlfriends and boyfriend to not bother my partners until this is all over. Understood?" Without waiting for a response, he let Jafardrien go, allowing him to barrel out of the room. Now alone, he turned to Sass and asked, "Think I over did it?"

Sass only nudged his cheek with his head.

"Yeah, I think he's fine."

🌼🐍

The villains and heroes all stared at the bubble with various expressions. They ranged from shocked, to disturbed, to terrified.

Mireides broke the silence first. "... That was... Chilling."

Suddenly, the door swung open. Jafardrien walked in with a vacant look in his toxic green eyes, much to the alarm of Shan Kagami and Marinette De Vil.

"Adrien-" Whatever the general was about to say got cut off by by Jafardrien suddenly wrapping his arms around her and Marinette De Vil and ushering them far away from Kagamerida and Marilan.

"I, uh..." He finally says. "I'm not gonna be the sssame for a while.”

Just then, Adriunzel walked into the room with an innocent smile, looking nothing how he did earlier. While rebraiding his hair, he said, "I'm so glad we had that talk!" Jafardrien seemed to twitch at those words.

Lacey Gothel, who was hellbent on stealing his hair, seemed to calm down in Demolition Denise's hold.

@imsparky2002 @msweebyness

#mirrorverse #class of villainy #class of heroes #disney villains #disney heroes #aladdin #jafar #tangled #rapunzel #adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #miraculous

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twstedstoryshop · 2 years

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Ahh, I loved the General Yandere HCs you recently did!! Could I request some for Epel Felmier, Riddle Rosehearts, & Azul Ashengrotto? (You did such a nice job with those HCs btw!! It was sooo on-point!)

Thank you for your kind words! I hope I did this next trio justice, aaaaaa. I'm not gonna lie, I kind of went wild when it came to Azul. Because I like my men hopelessly in love and pathetic. -Shopkeep

WARNING! The following contains unhealthy character behavior and horror themes. If this disturbs you, please DO NOT READ.

General Yandere Headcanons with Epel, Riddle, and Azul

Epel’s affections would at first hit him like a simple first love for any young man. Things get a little more rose-colored, he feels more light on his feet, and he smiles more easily when he is near you.

When the other first years took notice, they were shocked that the spunky, rebellious youth that is Epel was falling for you.

At first, he didn’t know what to label these feelings, trying his best to not think about them. It wasn’t until Rook made some flowery comment about how beautiful an innocent first crush is like, that he finally realized what this was. He denied it immediately, not wanting to caught up in stupid, mushy love.

But things got harder and harder for him to deny. He tried so desperately to bottle these emotions up, but what he didn’t realize was that he was letting a poison fester under his pretty façade.

Jealousy is a feeling that hits Epel way too easily. He hated it whenever you hung out with boys that were tall, muscular, or cool. His frustrations in not being like them makes him shake with fury. What’s so great about them anyway? They’re probably just wolves in sheep’s clothing…

Then that’s when the idea hit him. Why not just prove to you that these guys aren’t worth your time? What he hated about himself, he started to use as a tool. With his soft looks and some tricks he learned from Vil’s make-up lectures, it was easy to sell a bruised and battered look to you.

He hates being seen as some weak, wilting flower in anyone’s eyes but how you look at him with such sad eyes, the way you held him tightly, and apologized for not believing his words at first. Ah, what bliss~ If being seen as weak makes you dote and care for only him, he wouldn’t mind keeping this act up.

He’ll be the sweet, red apple of your eye that always tempts your hand to hold him close. Just don’t look when he rounds the corner and warns other boys to keep away from you with a sudden dark shift in behavior.

Riddle to me would be in huge denial of his feelings at first. He shouldn’t be distracted by such trivial thoughts like romance. He needs to lead a Dorm! Be on top of his studies! Polish his skills as a mage!

But just like when he first saw the glittering red berries of a delicious strawberry tart, he was being drawn to you like a moth to a flame. His self-control shatters when you’re involved.

He seeks your attention, he craves for the affection that he’s been deprived of for so many years. When he’s by your side, he doesn’t feel like he has to be the Queen of Hearts everyone is so scared of. Riddle can just be himself, be a child at heart to eat sweets all day and goof off rather than studying.

He gets rather lonely when you do have to leave and he yearns with every fiber of your being to come back to Heartslabyul to spend time with him. He’d often send Ace or Deuce on errands to include you so it's an excuse to see you often.

He lets you get away with so much rule breaking that it’s downright unfair. Then it starts to evolve…

He starts changing the Queen’s Laws in his mind to let them always favor you. Do you have an absolute favorite food? Then it is mandatory that every unbirthday party must have this food! You hate a certain color? Everyone is forbidden to wear that color on the days you visit the dorm.

To him, your word is law now. Whatever you say, goes. If it means you’ll spend many joyful days with him, he’d be more than willing to create a special Wonderland that suits your tastes.

If anyone says otherwise and tries to ruin your Wonderland? Well… First the sentence, then the verdict afterwards, right, dear reader?

Oh poor, unfortunate Azul… A lowly octo-merman desperately in-love with a human that cared to show him kindness despite the trouble he put you through. There was no way he stood a chance.

Every merperson who lives in the vast Coral Sea knows the story of the Little Mermaid. I’d like to think that deep, deep down, yandere or not, Azul had always wished for a kind of romance like that. Someone who would love him for who he is, not how he looked, how he sounded, or what he had.

So when he falls in love, it’s a deep, deep, abyssal love… His lovely human, so sweet and so gracious to accept him, your benevolence rivals that of the Sea Witch! In secret, he practically worships and fawns over every little thing you do. He often has the Tweels watch and report your daily life to him.

If there is something troubling you or someone’s making life difficult for you, he’s quick to aid you himself or the twins if he can’t get to you. If you thank him for always being considerate of you, he acts gracious as usual but internally he’s screaming that he’s always there to help you. Please praise him more!!!

If you get suspicious, wondering if there’s a catch to his kindness, he may get a little sad because you still think he’s a swindler. But he understands, besides he does have an image to uphold. So the most he’ll ask in return is maybe you spending time with him in Mostro Lounge.

I feel like Azul wouldn’t try to reel you back into some contract to ensure you always stay with him. He wants a love that he yearned for when he was a young boy. Of course, that won’t stop him from pulling all the stops to ensure you two have the best compatibility. He plans and calculates everything to a T.

Best times to “randomly” bump into you, what subjects you lack in so he can help you study, etc, etc. Sooner or later, things will fall into place and you both can fall in love and both can have your happily ever after.

An image that stuck with me is that at one of your meetings, you both had a wonderful chat. You’re none the wiser, say how lovely your time was, and gently reach over to give an affectionate squeeze on Azul’s hand. You leave the Lounge and as soon as you’re gone, Azul is weeping tears of joy with an absolutely mad-in-love smile. He’s nuzzling the hand you touched and traces his fingers over the utensils you just used to feel your lingering warmth.

”My Sea Angel… My shining pearl… Please, let’s fall in love soon~”

#darkdevotiongrimoire #yandere twisted wonderland #yandere twst #yandere twst x reader #yandere riddle rosehearts #yandere epel felmier #yandere azul ashengrotto #yandere riddle x reader #yandere epel x reader #yandere azul x reader #yandere #yandere tw

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writingforatwistedworld · 2 years

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Can I request for self aware yandere au where after mc enters their world they dote on the yandere but are also like “we would never get together, you are way too perfect for me 🥰”? For yan!Malleus, Vil and Azul please <3

Fun fact: I am a huge fan of scenarios in which the reader enters a different world.

(Lemme just change that “We would never get...” to “we could never be...” ok? Just to make the plot a bit smoother)

For a bit background info please read Malleus, Vils and Azuls “Entering their world”

Little note from my side: You are all perfect in your own ways! Don't ever think otherwise!

Self-aware au

I do not take any responsibility for you reading this no matter which age group you are from!

WARNINGS: Yandere themes, obsessive behavior, possessive behavior, mental instability, unhealthy relationship, self-doubt, insecurities, stalking, manipulation, imprisonment

Malleus/Vil/Azul-”We could never be together, you are way too perfect for me.”

Please stop

You are making a fully grown fae cry (I'm not joking)

Someone get a bottle! I bet those tears would sell for millions! You know dragon tears and that....

First of all, when he saw you for the first time he was stunned (in a positive way of course... as positive this situation can be...)

He would pull a classical dragon for you and burn those castles and villages down as long as you wished for it

That one treasury back home is too small for you? Take his and the entire family heirlooms of the Dracona family!

He wants to give you the world on a golden platter

But then he hears this

I think I heard something breaking just now...

Oh yeah, that was his heart

You were there (no not really but he tells that to himself) when he was experiencing his loneliest moments!

Watching out for him!

Caring for him!

And you think that he is the perfect one??!

Don't make him laugh!

No, that other kind of laughing...

Before you even know it he is already kneeling before you, pressing a kiss against the back of your right hand

Malleus is pleading with you

Pleading that you love yourself more

Pleading that you accept his love

Pleading that you will be with him for all eternity, safe in that room

It's almost like he is praying to his god

Scratch that, it's not like he is praying, he is praying

From that moment on he is helping you to build yourself up

This isn't so innocent how you think though...

His good did think that they weren't perfect enough, right?

Well then they just have to think that way

Don't keep him waiting for too long or you might find yourself in a unfamiliar, lavish room without even saying the defeating yes to his proposal to move on to his home

That apple he was just eating gets stuck in the wrong pipe

As Idia would say, you just triggered a SSR event

My dear reader, your road to relationship with him is already a hard one

First he stumbles right into your arms when you two first met

Which ends with you losing almost every bit if freedom you once had

And now you also say such a thing

This is the moment Vils spiral into the Abyss begins

He had polished you like the diamond that you are for the entire time

But what good was this when you wouldn't see that for yourself?!

The next day your entire routine carefully planned by Vil Schoenheit himself suddenly gets changed

Don't get me wrong, it's still one in which you are very focused on your appearance

But now some things also focus on your mental well being

For example, you get a hour more time for yourself

Let's not lie to ourselves, not a second of your time is private since you have a bunch of stalkers of which at least five are following your every move

Vils comments also get way less harsher

Now he even compliments you *insert Van Goghs “The scream”*

Let's make something clear

Vol might be a bit much with his pursuit of perfection but to him you are perfection

He just tried to polish you a bit more

Just as much as he polishes that crown every single day (you can't tell me he doesn't do that)

Even the Fairest Queen was smitten by how radiant you were so how could he ever dare to say the opposite?

Vol can be a very gentle lover when he wants to be

He cranks that up by 100%

If you leave after that and still think like that then... no that isn't even possible

Vil will spoil and coodle his dear diamond till they see their light themselves

You are after all the only one which he accepts being even beautiful than him

The second cryer of the three

But it's a bit understandable in his case if we are being honest

He has dealt with insecurities and self-doubt his entire life

So the thought of you feeling like that yourself alone is enough to force him in his knees

He is handling the situation less graceful than the first contestant though

Azul is standing on his knees burying his face into your stomach whilst coloring the fabric covering it in a dark blue from his inky tears

Azul loves you just so much

So why can't you see that you are that wonderful being??!

You are like the sunlight falling through the water

The next few days (or rather the days until you finally see yourself as a perfect being yourself) are filled with soft moments

... is what I would like to say but sadly it's only like that on the surface

Azul says very often “You are way more perfect than me. Your light is so far away from me that I can't even come close.”

Sounds so cute, right?

He is degrading himself to push you up

At least this doesn't end in some sort of unhealthy way of living

He is way too busy being your personal cheerleader to come up with something like that

He will gladly do anything just to keep your mindset in a positive place

He is the only one of the three that (somewhat) understands your pain which leads to more actions being taken against it

Azul doesn't notice it but he actually also hoards you (huh? Yeah I got that right... Azul are you a distant family member of Malleus? No? Ok...)

It's because he understands how you feel that he knows exactly what kind of buttons to press so that you completely depend on him for mental stability

But believe me, you are in good hands... uh... tentacles

He would never let anything bad happen to you whilst you are in his care

It's almost like you were the one crying all along

He is just so soft and caring that it hurts

But oh well, it's not like you could ever leave him after he finds out what you think about yourself

Dear, you are safe and warm under his care so why not be perfect by his side and shunned in the outside world?

In other words: he uses this to make you dependent on him forever... I already said that somewhere before, right?

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raven-at-the-writing-desk · 2 years

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Twisted Tarot II — The High Priestess

“Right thinking comes with self-knowledge. Without understanding yourself, you have no basis for thought.”

The High Priestess, Upright: intuition, sacred knowledge, divine femininity, the subconscious mind

The High Priestess, Reversed: secrets, disconnected from intuition, repressed feelings, withdrawal and silence

He is called upon to reflect on himself and to embrace his femininity. His knowledge and experiences must be attuned with his intuition, for it is not in rejecting one or the other that he will achieve enlightenment. Open your eyes, do not shy away from your stirring realizations, and let your instincts guide you.

Reveal the Shape of thy Soul...

... Epel Felmier!

Mirrors were the bane of Epel’s existence.

Their shining surfaces reflected a reality he, more often than not, cursed.

He was constructed as daintily as a doll, with smooth porcelain skin and wide rounded eyes that shimmered like sapphires, hair falling in delicate lilac locks around his soft face. Even clothes seemed to hang off of his lean frame to emphasize how small he was.

Fragile, like a looking glass itself.

Epel’s mouth knitted into a tight-lipped grimace. He glared at himself in the mirror, resented it for all its shine and its ornate frame in gilded gold.

Bull fucking shit.

He was a man, a MAN, dammit!! Hot-blooded and burly and badass, not the type of person that stood and stared into mirrors, scrutinizing every feature and painting himself.

“Oh, stop making that face,” Vil tutted, a manicured hand sternly brushing off Epel’s shoulder. “It’s very unbecoming.”

“This whole thing’s ‘unbecoming’,” the first year grumbled back.

He wasn’t used to the fine feel of his new robes, how long and flowy the fabric was. They were impractical, snagging on every little thing and collecting dust like no one’s business—and the problem was further exacerbated by his dorm leader’s insistence that he begin learning how to apply makeup.

Whatever weird creams or powders Epel was handed would inevitably manifest as dubious stains on his clothes. The seniors would call him out on it—or worse, tattle—and then he would be reprimanded, wrestled, and retouched by a nagging mother hen.

Primped and polished until he glowed—or, in Epel’s case, glowered.

“Pomefiore’s traditions may differ greatly from those of your hometown,” Vil chided him, “but it is no reason to turn your nose up. A narrow mindset will do you no good here.”

The dorm leader popped open a tall vial, a paddle wand affixed to the cap that corked it shut. Dipping it a few times into the thick, shiny contents, Vil expertly slathered gloss onto Epel’s waiting lips.

“No one said I had to like this prissy, froufrou stuff,” the country boy shot back. His mouth tingled, feeling heavy and sticky from whatever was in the vial.

“And I never said you had to. However, I expect you to act with a certain level of dignity and decorum. Any bad behavior from you will reflect poorly on your dorm.” Vil passed a look into the mirror as he screwed his lip gloss cap back on. “A shame that such good looks are wasted on a wild child.”

“Good.”

Vil groaned. “It seems that you don’t realize, nor appreciate, the power that you have.”

It ain’t ‘nough if Ah can’t beat ya into the dirt yet, Epel thought. He reined back his words, didn’t dare utter them aloud, knowing that he would be chastised and lectured on his manners once again if he did.

He felt two sharp nails digging into his chin and tilting his face up. Epel’s stare met his reflection’s in the mirror, and it looked just as startled as he did to see it.

His hair was set in in whimsical waves, curling against cheeks dusted with the color of apple blossom blush. Coal lined his eyes and crushed amethyst coated his eyelids, his mouth sparkling with particles of glitter. Not an imperfection on his face, nor on his uniform.

He barely even recognized himself.

“Listen well, potato. This beauty is an asset. Your looks, a weapon. No different than your magical pen.”

“Hah?” Epel had always suspected that Vil was one apple short of a bushel, but he hadn’t anticipated to hear something so odd out of his mouth. “Come again?”

Vil sighed. “Does a warrior march into battle without first sharpening his sword? No? The same can be done with your looks. They can be accentuated and perfected, making you all the more dangerous.”

Epel’s expression turned even more dubious.

“Beauty of all kinds can be lethal, but it is often mistaken as something far more benign than what it really is,” Vil continued, waving a hand at him. “When others are drunk on the sight of you, they will never notice the poison in their glass, never feel the dagger driven into their back.

“Beauty is a poison apple.” A smirk took form on Vil’s handsome features. “Innocuous, even tempting, at a glance, but rotten to its very core if wielded right.”

“You’re saying that looking good will help me kick your ass? Somehow... I don’t think I can believe that.” Epel balled his hands into fists. His repressed words spilled out like water bursting through a busted dam. “Ain’t no way magic ‘n muscle would lose ta makeup!!”

“Accent, young man!!” Vil planted his hands on his hips and narrowed his eyes. “And another thing! Your notion of beauty is like something out of a story book: old and utterly outdated. It is time to update your fairy tales, Epel.”

The first year hesitated, but broke out into a wicked grin. His reflection followed suit, challenging his upperclassman.

“Heh. Tell that to my face when I’ve got yours buried in the dirt and your crown in my hand.”

“... Honestly, you never listen,” Vil tutted, shaking his head. I suppose that’s part of his ‘charm’, but...

“Don’t think I’ve given up, cuz I haven’t. I’ll keep kickin’ and shoutin and fightin’ ‘til I take you down!”

“Oh? I should like to see you try. I’ll turn you into mashed potato before you can even lay a finger on me.”

“Yeah? We’ll see how pow’eful yer ‘beauty’ is when yer beggin’ me fer mercy next rematch!”

“Epel, accent...!!”

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twstxreader · 2 years

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Hello :) May I request the vice dorm leaders with a s/o who has a bad habit of biting their fingernails when anxious?

I've been trying to kick the habit myself for years to mixed results but I'm trying my best ^_^!

(Also this is a reminder to drink water! And don't feel pressured to do the request!)

Im so sorry this took so long!!!!

When i was younger i had this problem and it really fucked with my nails but i managed to sort it out so ik it can be hard, maybe try something else that helps when your anxious or something :)

AND THANK YOU:D make sure you stay hydrated

DORM LEADERS WITH S/O WHO BITES THEIR NAILS WHEN ANXIOUS

Riddle

Riddle likes to hold your hand a lot its like a comfort for him

So one day when your really anxious and saw you bite your nail

He got really confused and gently led you to a more private place and held your hands asking why you were doing that as he runs his thumb over your knuckles in comfort

As you explain he would nod understanding completely

Riddle asked that maybe he could help you with? Like when he sees you biting your nail he could gently guide your hands away and hold them or distract you or lead you away form the thing get anxious

Riddle is a very attentive lover and cares a lot for you though sometimes he does get flustered

Leona

Leona may seem like a grumpy cat who doesn't care about much but he loves you dearly and cares for your wellbeing

So at when he sees you biting your nails anxiously and leads you to a quiet place

He takes your hand and looks at your nail then he looks up at you with a confused face

When you explain je doesn't really get it but he knows that you shouldn't really do it

When he sees you do it then he would grab your hands away from your face then kiss your noes like bb no

Azul

Azul tbh would understand this bc when he was younger and more anxious he would pick at his nails and even bite them at times

So when he sees you doing that he takes your hands and places gentle kisses on your hands saying its alright and that he understands

Azul would always keep his eye out to help you to not do it

He would even buy you some things to fidget with

Kalim

He would gasp and almost tear up when he sees your nails thinking you hurt yourself or something like that (?)

But when you shyly explain why they're like that he would nod understandingly

Then smile whirly kissing your forehead saying that if you'd like he wil help you with stopping yourself or at least trying!

You nod and smile

Everytime he sees you get anxious or you let him know he would take you somewhere quiet and give you many kisses

(that's his way of helping bless his heart)

Vil

Vil tbh would be a little confused and a little grossed out by it at first but when you tell him about why and that he would like feel guilty like- aaa-

He would hold your hands and run his thumb over your knuckles telling you thay he could try and help if you would like

As you nod he smiles gently

Vil would get you that nail polish that like stop you from biting your nails or at least puts you off it (it's like this clear nail polish that when dried tastes gross so it kind of puts you off it if that makes sense)

Idia

When idia notices your hands he understands bc he does it sometimes but has slowly got out of the habit of it

So he would shyly hold your hands asking if your ok and why

You explain it to him and he would and asks if you'd like him to suggest some things that helped him out

He'd also get ortho to help you aswell by that if at any point ortho sees you bite your nails ortho would gently guide your hands away and try and help your anxiety thingy -

Malleus

Malleus would notices one time when you were having one of your guys nightly walks and you two are holding each others hand

He would be fiddling with your fingers bc he does that and it's adorably and would notices something strange about your nails

He would lift your hand up closer to his face so he could get a better looks and when he sees he gets a concerned look on his face as he looks over to you asking what happened

As you explain he would nod and kiss your head telling you its ok and that he will try and hell out his child of man

You'd smile and nod

What Malleus would do is that everytime he sees you doing it he would distract you with his magic by maybe making a small dragon made out of his green flames fly around distracting you

Or he would gently lead you away to calm you down

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husky-twst-and-obeyme · 3 years

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Anon Asked : "You know how some twst fan artists like to draw Yuu with their face blocked out, usually by Grim? I have this headcanon that in the Twisted Wonderland universe, it’s impossible to get a picture of Yuu, there’s always someone standing in front of them, a piece of paper floating by, or they’re just out of frame, but no one noticed until after the picture was taken. No one knows why, Rook even tried to draw them once but a Pomefiore first year spilled nail polish on the picture when he finished. " I do like that idea! I did see one artist who just had a mickey shaped head with blank eyes and it really looked cool! Now as for the scenario or story i will only do Dorm leaders for this situation, if anyone wishes for more i will provide ! BUT i have a small twist :) Warnings: Cursing Riddle

Riddle wasn't sure why but he it really irritated him how whenever they did civil group pictures, you always end up blocked or something happens to you in your part of the picture

It's not your fault really but it bugs him

he made it a goal to get a perfect picture , such as asking for a selfie

He actually wasn't a fan of it but he wanted at least ONE good picture of you because he cherishes his friends

but EVERY. SINGLE . TIME . IT'S THE SAME-

He's frustrated to no end

He eventually gave up and just accepted fate

he even tried to draw you and it somehow got ruined which made his mood worst

At one point , you came to him with a strawberry tart to cheer him up but he was really pouty

You asked if he wanted to try the selfie again but you hold the phone , which he reluctantly agreed to

afterwards when you left , he went to see the picture and he couldn't believe his damn eyes

a perfect picture of you and him

" i don't know if i want to cry of joy or behead them . "

He stilled loved the photo and refused to show anyone else in case it somehow got ruined or deleted

Leona

He wasn't too interested in photos but in your case it caught his interest slightly

he noticed from school activity photos that your face was always somehow ruined.

he thought it was funny but rare

so he tasked ruggie to take a picture for a small amount , mainly because he thought it would be easy

plus it's not like he wants a photo of you for anything psssshh

but when ruggie returned , he was frustrated and tired

confused leona questioned him

"Leona san. i loved getting money from you but i might just not even try anymore ..."

he got baffled that Ruggie had given up money for any easy task. or so he thought was easy

So thinking ruggie was being lazy , he went to do it himself

as a predator, he knows how to be sneaky and hide well , so once he locked you in , he took a snap

he looks ats the photo completely ruined

he took another , ruined. once again , it was ruined

he repeats many tries after and it all ends the same

" ahh fuck it ... " and went for a nap

later on you wanted a selfie with leona

being smug he said " would you even get the picture right ?~"

with a pout " of course i can!" you posed for the picture and snapped

he took a glance and he'll be damned ,, it was perfect

" don't talk to me for the next few day, herbivore."

"huh-"

Azul

azul didn't like photos , much at least because of certain ones of his past

though he took note of a particular incident

(Event after chapter 3) when you all took a picture at the museum , he noticed that your part of the picture , floyd's arm covered your face

He thought nothing of it until he noticed it often

Ace took a photo of you and deuce and somehow grim flew in front of your face

Cater took a selfie but it ended up blurred

it was pointless but hard to ignore so he assigned Jade and floyd into getting the perfect picture of you

after a couple hours, jade and floyd came back frustrated

even jade looked visibly irritated which was VERY rare to the point it scared Azul

they showed him nothing but blurry pics, he knew something was up because even jade wouldn't fail this bad

He knew he couldn't stand the chance if the tweels failed

but later on , you wanted to take a selfie with him

he refused immediately but you promised to keep the photo private , then he did agree , reculantantly

His immediate thought was that the picture would of been ruined anyways but was shocked to see a cute selfie of him and you

"....send me that picture . " you turned to him "what???" "SEN ME THAT PICTURE"

Kalim

We all know this absolute dork would love to take pictures , possibly from Cater's influence , because he sees it as a fun thing to do

So you , being one of his favorite people, he obviously wants a good photo of you

but to his disappointment, when he wanted to take a pic of you while you were at the gardens, it turned out super blurry

he thought nothing of it , just might of moved a bit , until the next one came blurry

he was getting semi frustrated and you had already left , so for once, he was actually grumpy to the point where he just asked Jamil to take a good picture for him

he felt lowkey bad of course but he was a tiny bit frustrated

Jamil didn't care until he had the same issue

Jamil tried a it but gave up when he kept getting the same result

then kalim was just sad , he just wanted a cute picture of you

you visited one day and he was his usual self but you here reminded him of the picture incident

you offered to try again , he was hard for him to say no to you

but after looking..you took a perfect photo

he wanted to cry and you were just so confused

hug him he needs it

Vil

Vil is a perfectionist of course, which includes photos too

you , him and a few others went on a small trip , you wanting to take a photo to remember the trip

you're one of the only people he's allowed for a picture minus fans because he's aware you just want a genuine picture and knows you won't share/ brag about it

Rook offered to take the photo

you two posed and rook took the shot but Vil automatically saw Rook's confused face

"Rook?.. is there a problem?" "non non roi du poison! I must of moved a little fast, part of it came blurry

he didn't think on it , just a small mistake no biggy

that was until the problem kept repeating itself

Irrigated , he took the camera and looked at the photos , each and every one of them was blurred of were you were at while vil looked completely fine

he slowly looked at you while you just stood there worried that we weren't going to get a picture

"Vil senpai? maybe i can just take a selfie? Rook's camera's probably broken"

sighing in defeat , he agreed ,after getting in a cute pose , you snapped a photo

he took a look and he was legit about to burst

It was an absolute beautiful picture

He was stunned that you did an even better job then rook

might make you his photographer

Idia

we all know for a fact, he hates pictures , at least mainly of himself

though he doesn't mind pictures of you

of course , he doesn't take pics of you willy nilly , he asks you first because he'd be hypocrite to take a picture of someone who didn't want a photo

You often cosplayed as some of his favorite characters and of course he'd want a picture of it but he was in for a surprise

The first time you cosplayed in front of him , he asked and you agreed

he snapped the photo , it blurred

he got irritated but thought nothing of it and tried again

still failed

he has plenty of cameras ( I dunno it's for the story make up your own reason XD ) and used a different one to get a photo

it failed and he tried many times , it was too a point he built up the courage *cough*two hours*cough to ask rook to help

he was dumbfounded when rook couldn't do well

you later went home , while idia was sad , he really wnated to take a good pic

soon after, you sent him a text

"I'm sorry you couldn't get a cute picture earlier, so i took a shot at it with a selfie!"

and there he saw the perfect picture

"...what the f**k is this voodoo magic- "

he of course loved it but he was so confused

Malleus

oh boy here we go-

he was still confused on the idea of photos

but he thought it was similar to a painting but it's instant

so of course he wants one with you

he attempts to use an old style camera (hey be lucky he made it this far)

he sets it up to where it takes a picture with a timer and you both pose

After it was done, he looked at the photo and somehow it blurred

he just thought it was a small mistake and tried again

second time, same result

this is where his temper slowly rises and it's shown every time it fails

and after about the 20th time , he smashes the camera

you attempt to calm him down and offered to use your phone

he agrees because he trusts you more than a dumb camera

after you took the photo, he was very happy , it looked wonderful

he didn't care about the camera anymore, he just cared that he got a good photo

I hope you enjoyed!

#twst disney #twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #riddle rosehearts #leona kingscholar #azul ashengrotto #kalim al asim #vil schoenheit #idia shroud #malleus draconia #heartslabyul #savanaclaw #octavinelle #scarbia #pomefoire #ignihyde #diasomnia

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junowritings · 3 years

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Hello! I just saw your Kalim x reader and my heart went boom!

Is there any chance that I can request a Neige Leblanche x Fem NRC student Reader?

*Where Neige falls for her quite literally and romanticly when she is setting up for VDC. But turns out his love is somewhat forbidden in a sense.*

please and thank you! Also, question! Have you seen Yuuekn for the twst manga? He's really cute in my opinion! Have a good day!

I’m so happy to hear that you liked that hun I had a lot of hun with it~! Also I feel like writing Neige on Vil’s birthday’s gonna get me cursed but it’s fiiiine~

Also HELL YEAH I’VE SEEN YUUKEN. That man threatened Crowley with a kendo stick what a legend I can’t wait for the next volume! --------

You were only supposed to oversee the others working as VDC was being set up, to go around checking on others progress and non-too-subtly marvel at all of the booths as they were being built and arranged in the appropriate locations.

Admittedly, you were probably only allowed free reign so you didn’t get in the way of the performers as they got in some practice for the final show. If the sharp look Vil had given you when as he’d practically herded you out was anything to go by, making yourself scarce till things cooled down was your best course of action, so you’d taken to keeping track of the backstage team, if only to see all the work that went into making this long awaited event happen.

It was just pure chance that one of the second years had caught you wandering between equipment and mistook you as part of the team. Before you knew it, he was handing you an imposingly large set of speakers and asking you to get them moved back to the stage, and perhaps if you’d been more firmer about refusing, then you wouldn’t have been scrambling towards the main area, weighty equipment in tow as you hauled them alongside you.

Fortunately, the work you’d been dragged into suited you just fine; you’d worked a few backstage gigs during previous school events, thanks to the headmaster’s brilliant idea to leave professional work to a bunch of minimally trained students (seriously, what does Crowley even spend the event budget on?). Thankfully, you were well prepared, and it looked like the other ‘volunteers’ were grateful for the extra set of hands too, as before long you were being approached by some of the first year workers, asking for your advice or help because they weren’t sure what to do.

You’re overseeing one such first year as he sets up the wires for the overhead lights, peering over his shoulder from where he’s crouched and guiding him when needed. When he plugs in the last of the cords he turns to glance up at you, wordlessly seeking your approval.

You grin and flash him a thumbs up. “Hey, great job. Told ya you could do it.”

At your response the student visibly relaxes, standing up and rolling off the stiffness from being stuck in such an awkward position for so long. He gives the lights a quick once over before shuffling back, releasing a sigh as he muses aloud. “Looks like that was the last of the tech setup; do you think we’ll be needed anywhere else?”

You give a noncommittal shrug. “Probably not; unless we’re needed down by the clubs I think they’re all set.”

Honestly, the work’s pretty much done by this point, and you’re sure that sooner or later you’ll be getting a call from Rook letting you know it’s time to rejoin the group. You’ve got to admit, you’re looking forward to seeing all of the boys’ hard work pay off - you know they’ve been busting their butts to polish their routine and you’re sure their nerves are kicking in right about now.

Maybe you could bring them something back from the stalls? A good luck charm or something to snack on to ease their nerves a bit - you’re sure Ace and Kalim would appreciate some of those ‘pick-me-up’ treats from those food stands they’d been eyeing near the entrance...

Something catches your attention from the corner of your eye mid-musing, and you find yourself pausing as you cast your gaze towards the stage. There’s several people on stage, and you know at a glance that they’re not part of the crew - the pristine white and blue uniforms were a dead giveaway as is, but as you watch the small group move along the structure you freeze, eyes narrowing.

Are those...kids?

You can’t be certain, given that you’re pretty sure this is a students only event, however you’re transfixed on watching them chatter happily to one another as they point at the different decorations strung up all over the venue. There’s one boy among them that you notice, namely because he’s the tallest of the small, merry group; his smile is bright and gentle as he laughs along with his friends, guiding two of them by the hands so that the group doesn’t get separated.

The sight is cute, no one can deny, and it's enough to tug a smile at the corner of your lips. The student beside you notices your silence and follows your gaze, gasping when he spots who you’re looking at.

“Wha-Neige is here already?!”

“Neige?” You look between the student and the boy, confused.

Now where have you heard that name before…

Your eyes widen when you remember. Of course, Neige Leblanche! That guy you’d seen from those interviews! You remember how miffed Vil had gotten when at the sight of the soft spoken boy when they’d worked a shoot together, just about dragging you and Rook out with him before Neige had even finished his segment. Apparently they were rivals or something, but you’d never gotten the chance to ask before Vil had shut that conversation down the moment it started.

Remembering the tempered scowl on Vil’s otherwise pristine face brought a frown to your own. What was it about this guy that he’d hated so much? The more you watched Neige the more he seemed about as nice as you’d expect, regarding his friends with a soft smile that radiated nothing but warmth and kindness as they swarmed around him, all smiles and laughter.

One of the boys tottered away from the group, wandering over to the edge of the stage to look down at the people still milling about. His fingers were wound into the scarf around his neck, pulling it up close to his face as he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, looking around with curious eyes. Eventually, he spotted you off to the side and you found yourself smiling as you offered a small wave.

The boy’s face brightened and he didn’t hesitate to return the gesture, waving back and letting go of his scarf long enough for you to see him smiling back at you. You chuckled a little at the sight, but the little moment doesn’t last long before his face suddenly scrunches up, discomfort crossing his face.

“A-Achoo!”

He sneezes violently enough that it completely knocks him off balance, and your face pales when you watch him start to topple off of the stage. People have wrecked their ankles just trying to jump from that height, so the moment you see him start to fall you’re running to catch him, arms stretching out before you’ve even reached him.

“Ah! Snick!”

Neige notices his friend beginning to tumble and crosses the stage before you get there, calling out the boy's name as a hand reaches out to grab the back of that peach scarf and uses the garment to pull him upright. You’d have been relieved if the momentum of yanking him back hadn’t sent Neige falling right off in his place, and now you’re running to catch a different boy as you watch him go over the edge.

Fortunately, the split second difference between him and Snick gives you enough time to reach him, and Neige lands in your open arms not a moment after you get there with a gasp at the force. Mentally congratulating yourself for the good catch, you look down at the boy nestled in your arms, who looks back up at you with a surprised expression.

His hair’s skewed, hat having landed somewhere in the fall as soft black strands fall over his face and brush against his lashes. He’s close enough that you’re pretty sure that you can hear his heart hammering in his chest, and his eyes are wide - you guess he’s still shaken from the tumble - but up close you can see just how striking they are, a deep brown easing into a honey color.

‘No wonder this guy’s an actor,’ you find yourself thinking. ‘He looks like he’s straight from a painting.’

You shake the thought away and focus on the moment, lips parting to ask. “Are you okay?”

For a beat, Neige blinks up at you, speechless before breaking from his apparent reverie with a start.

“O-Oh! Y-yes, thank you.” you watch a pink hue rise to his face, dusting across his cheeks as he brings a hand to fix his collar, gaze never straying from your own.

Your expression softens at the response. How cute.

“Niege! Neige, are you okay?!”

A voice calls out, and you look up just in time to spot Neige’s gaggle of friends as they race down the stage stairs, moving to converge around you and the boy in your arms. The one who yelled - with silver hair and glasses - seems relieved when he sees Niege is unharmed, and Snick looks on the verge of tears as he shuffles to his friend’s side, bumbling apologies between sniffles.

Neige smiles and reaches out a hand to affectionately ruffle Snick’s hair. “It’s alright; I’m fine, everyone.”

The spectacled boy turns to you and bows. “Thank you so much for your help!”

You shuffle anxiously at the praise. “Ah, well, it’s no sweat, really - I’m glad I caught him in time! Heh…”

Both you and Neige sneak a look at one another, and as your eyes meet you become acutely aware of the fact that you’re still holding him to your chest. Masking your embarrassment with a cough, you loosen your grip enough for him to ease back onto his feet. He smooths out his sweater and you lean down to grab his hat, shaking it back into shape before moving to place it back onto his head.

You don’t think twice about tucking some stray strands of hair behind his ear until he lets out a soft “Oh!” and you fluster, bringing your hands to your chest as he mirrors the motion.

“Thank you for catching me!” he hums, words sincere as he gives a little bow of his own.

“It’s no problem!” you give an idle wave, rubbing the back of your neck as you add. “Besides, the headmaster would have my head if another school’s student got hurt on our school grounds!”

Neige raises a brow at your words, but laughs along with you when you chuckle.

“So, you guys are entering VDC, right?” you venture a guess, changing the subject, and you watch the group nod in various degrees of agreement.

“Yes! I’m looking forward to seeing everyone perform!” Neige beams at the mention of the event. “Are you a member of the NRC team…?”

He trails off, realizing he doesn’t know your name; when you tell him, he repeats the name back to himself softly, as though making sure to remember it.

“As for me? I’m not on their team, well, technically.” you find yourself hesitating for a moment. “I’m more of a manager, cheering on the team and helping out with set-up. Though, Vil’s been handling most of the work, heh.”

“Vil?” he parrots back to you, looking visibly delighted at the name Happy to ramble about your friend, you’re quick to continue.

“Yeah! He’s been working really hard with everyone to polish their performance - I swear, you’re gonna love it! He’s actually-”

“(Y/N)-!”

You freeze, head whipping in the direction of the voice, spotting Vil striding in your direction as the crowd parts seamlessly to move out of his way. You grin as you watch him approach, but your smile falters a bit when you see his expression. Though his face remains carefully neutral, you’ve known him long enough to recognize that he’s positively seething, and you have no idea what’s got him so angry.

Still surprised to see him, you shift to face him. “Oh, hey Vil! What are you doing-?”

“We need to go.” Vil’s voice is stern, a hand coming to rest on your shoulder guiding you away from Niege and back towards the way he’d come from.

“Wha-why?” you sputter, confused.

“The event’s nearly starting, and we’re up first - you’re going to be late.”

He punctuates each word carefully, though gives you a surprisingly soft smile and brings his free hand to rest against your back when he notices the confusion visible on your face. “The others are waiting for you.” he adds, as though working to ease your concern as he continues to walk with you.

“O-oh, okay.” you fumble for a moment before craning your neck to look back at Neige, giving him the brightest smile you can muster as you wave.

“See you later, Neige! Good luck with the performance~!”

Neige returns the wave, soft smile betrayed by furrowed brows as he watches your retreating form disappear back into the bustle of people. For a few moments he tries to spot you in the crowd before reluctantly giving up, bringing a hand up to his chest and lightly grasping his sweater between his fingers.

“(Y/N)...” he mumbles aloud, hoping to himself that this isn’t the last time he sees you today.

#Anonymous #twst #twisted wonderland #imagines #twisted wonderland imagines #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst neige #neige leblanche #neige x reader #neige leblanche x reader #request #ask

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twistedmusings · 3 years

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Vil Schoenheit: After RSA’S Performance

The first time he had been left speechless was because of you.

You who always knew what to say, you who always had an answer to the problem at hand.

Where were you?

A/N: What is formatting. I don’t even know.

But listen though. When did Vil get hot? I mean he has always been hot but is it now because he is sad boy? A rude boy turned sad boy? Is that why I am attracted to him now and was compelled to write this?

I don’t know but I’m in love so I’m going to run with it.

This is how Vil would react if MC looked like they were enjoying RSA’s performance.

Part 2, here!

What Vil felt couldn’t really be put into words.

His grades would say that he was one of the highest ranking students in the Language Arts for Night Raven College. Not just in regular human speech but also in fairy-dialect, animal dialect and any sort of dialect that Professor Trein would demand. Vil also excelled in prose, poetry and abstract writing.

Being left speechless was not something that was supposed to happen, not twice in a row.

The tightening of his throat would speak otherwise, as well as the sudden feeling of vertigo.

Vil could barely hear Kalim through the jovial sound of Neige’s voice, the one thing that had kept him awake for these past few weeks--no these past few years. When was the last time that he had felt so helpless? Was it when he had first met him? Neige, with his bright smile and lovable personality that made people overlook his mistakes, his very obvious mistakes. The way he wouldn’t go when it was his cue, or how Neige would forget almost every other line only to finally have the script memorized by the time it was opening night.

A children’s song.

“What even is this song! The chorus just won’t leave my head!”

He wasn’t even ready during dress rehearsal, Neige would wait until fucking opening night.

Was it dramatic to say that the whole event had haunted him? As well as the domino effect of undeserved fame that Neige had gotten afterwards?

No, to Vil, being overshadowed by this person despite all the effort that he put into each and everyone of his performances was something akin to being shot by a gun.

Over and over and over.

He had been beaten by a children’s song.

Every single commercial, every music video, every promotion and every product placement that Neige did was like a dagger carving him up from the inside out.

So when the VDC presented itself, he jumped at the chance to not just shape himself into the perfect being to defeat Neige, but to shape others to show that not only could he surpass himself but he could help others break through their own ‘ugly’ exteriors to discover their own personal beauty. And by all means he had done it, he had taken five rough and ugly rocks and turned them into polished jewels.

Polished jewels that framed the diamond he had worked so hard to turn himself into.

His grip on the audience seat loosens when something flashes through his mind.

The practices had been rather arduous, not only having to make sure that he was flawless but trying to deal with Epel’s stupid gender based ideas, Ace and Deuce’s lack of grace and even Kalim’s really really terrible singing voice. Yet something had made it even a little bit worth it.

Someone, he needed to correct himself, someone had made it a bit worth it.

The sixth potato that he had hoped to start shaping after this whole thing was over.

What could he say about you? At first glance you were truly nothing special. An uneventful, magicless person from an equally uneventful place that hadn’t even been accepted into this school but was instead made a student because of the monster next to you. You weren’t even a student, more like a glorified problem solver for the Headmaster. Ideally, Vil should have also hated your guts since you were essentially getting the same education that he had been getting when he was a first year but without any effort but there was something different about you that he had not expected.

I think you’re probably the fairest out of everyone in the school.

A small glimmer of something beautiful.

But in the end your opinion is the one that will matter to you.

You were honest. That is something that Rook had mentioned about you once he did his recon of the new manager for the VDC team. How the Ramshackle prefect really didn’t have anything to offer but that the quality that stood out the most to the hunter was your refreshing honesty.

He had modeled for crowds of adoring fans and yet he found himself pulling out his pocket mirror and fixing non-existent imperfections before talking to you. Yet even when he tried to make himself look presentable to you, you always seemed to catch him when all of his walls were down.

“You should have seen the information that I got from Riddle, Leona, and Azul. They have really gotten a reputation behind them, the Ramshackle prefect. I wonder what will happen if we keep them close~”

Vil wouldn’t admit it to anyone but there had been a brief moment that his heart skipped a beat when the news about how the VDC team would be rooming in Ramshackle. He figured it had skipped out of beat due to the horrific news that he would have to room in a dorm that had not been used for who knows how long but when he had come inside and been greeted by your smile, it was almost surreal how he had come to terms with this feeling of nervousness.

The night before the VDC had found Vil in the Ramshackle lounge, a cup of tea in his hand as he watched a video of that day’s performance. There were still minor imperfections here and there but those would be easily covered up by his own singing and movements. Epel had also improved exponentially which highly increased the probability of a successful performance and with Jami’s hypnotizing movements and Rook’s aura there was no doubt that he had this competition under his heel.

But nerves like these didn’t leave overnight.

A creak on the stairs brought him back to the present, taking a sip of his tea as he continued to look at the video.

“If you’re here to ask me about why I am awake at this hour, Rook, I would like to remind you that you insisted we review the performance in the morning which already did nothing to calm my nerves--”

"Vil-senpai?"

His head snapped up to look at you , the light of the moon masking him in shadows while illuminating you as you made your way down the staircase. He clicked his tongue and turned off his phone.

"Was I interrupting something?"

Vil shook his head, “Last minute detail check. Everything has to be perfect by tomorrow.”

You nod and walk towards him, standing next to the couch before pointing to it. Vil looked at you before looking at the seat next to him. What were you--oh. He nodded and you sat down on the other side of the love seat, both of you farther apart that he would have liked.

“Does the manager have anything they want to say to me?”

“It just gets me thinking. You have been doing this performance perfectly in my eyes. Over and over again that it makes me wonder just what you think is lacking.”

You bring your feet up to the seat, hugging your knees together as you look down at the floor, “Maybe your definition of perfect and my definition of perfect are so different.”

The Pomefiore dorm leader rolls his eyes, “Did your Heartslabyul friends put you up to this?”

“Ace and Deuce? Great Sevens no. If they did I would have rightfully ignored them and gone to bed. I’m just your manager, I’m not here to negotiate.”

“Just a manager.” Vil frowns and looks at you, “You understand that you are currently housing the Vil Schoenheit as well as six other people who happen to be under my temporary tutelage. If you and your dorm weren’t around I would have had to keep those two Heartslabyul potatoes in the Pomefiore dorm and I don’t think I could stand letting them sleep in one of our beds. Our dorm has standards, luckily yours is the most neutral place I can stand being around those two without losing sleep.”

He blinks at the snort you let out, staring as you wave your hands and apologize while trying to prevent another one from surfacing.

“That is the only straightforward compliment my dorm has received. Neutral.” you laugh again before wiping a fake tear from your eyes, “Am I allowed to take it as a compliment?”

Vil is glad for the darkness, it hid the sudden flush in his cheeks.

“Take it as you will.”

You nod and stand up, stretching and letting out a satisfied sigh when your back made a small cracking noise that had Vil clutching at his cup. Anybody else and he would have walked out of whatever conversation he was having, so why did he find that tolerable with you?

“Then let me pay it back.” you hold out your hand and for a brief moment Vil wants to take it. Clearly that was an invitation for something and it alarmed him that he didn’t mind the mystery behind it. Yet your finger pointed at the cup, Vil looking down and seeing it was empty.

Oh.

He hands it to you, doing his best to make it so that your fingers would brush in the most accidental way possible.

“In my own opinion, as well as the opinion of others, I think you are the fairest out of everyone in the school.”

The air in Vil’s lungs gets caught in his throat.

“No joke. The way you carry yourself, the effort you put into everything you are a part of. Even the potato comments are almost...endearing? Potato plants produce rather pretty flowers, right? Maybe you are just trying to get the flowers inside of us to bloom as well?”

He is staring.

He is staring and not saying anything. You had left him without speech.

“But in the end your opinion will be the one that matters most to you. I just hope that it will always be positive.” you scratch the back of your head and yawn, “I’m going to grab a glass of water and head back to bed, I’ll see you in the morning.”

Your eyes are still meeting his as a small flush adorned your cheeks, probably embarrassed by what you had just said. Or he would like to think you would be embarrassed, if this was any regular love story he would stand up and grab your wrist and keep you from running away from him before cupping your face and leaning in--

“Good night, Vil-senpai.”

"Goodnight."

You who always knew what to say, you who always had an answer to the problem at hand.

Where were you?

His eyes start looking around for your figure, hands itching and brain running slower than it ever had before. Maybe you would make it better? No, you would make it better. You would go over to him and smile before saying that the competition hadn’t even started and just because that song seemed to be moving everyone under a stupid nostalgia spell, Vil’s hardwork would shine through. Neige hadn’t taken everything from him, not just yet.

Vil feels the weight on his shoulders lessen when he looks at you only for it to double when he sees your face.

You were smiling, humming along to the silly melody as your head bobbed up and down.

Even in practice your gaze remained fixed on them, yet with Neige you seemed to feel that infectious, annoying melody and enjoying it?

“What’s wrong? You look pale.”

Had he lost you as well?

“Vil...Vil?”

The first time he had been left speechless was because of you.

“...Nothing. Don’t worry.” he turns his back to Rook, “It’s not worth seeing their performance. I will be in the waiting room.”

Vil walks away, so many thoughts clouding his head as he replays the words you had said to him.

Who the hell cared about his opinion when yours was just as important?

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dulcesiabits · 4 years

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armband (dorm leaders x reader)

a/n: my friend got me into twst so here’s a self indulgent fic to celebrate! Really can’t wait until we recruit Epel and Sebek to the first year squad

The trouble first began with a single, innocent comment during lunch, which shouldn’t have surprised you, in hindsight. You spent the time in the cafeteria cracking lame jokes and making half-baked plans with your friends, so you never really paused to think about what came out of your mouth.

“I kinda wish I had a armband,” you had said during that fateful lunch time. “The ones you guys wear seem kinda cool.”

Ace ruffled your hair at the statement. “Do you want mine, then?”

“You should take mine,” Epel grumbled. “You could even take my place in Pomefiore, while you’re at it.”

“Sorry, Epel, but I don’t think Vil is going to let you leave that easily.”

With that, the conversation changed to your friends complaining about their dorm leaders (except for Sebek, who spent twenty minutes praising his, but he was always looking for an excuse to do so). You soon forgot about your comment in the ensuing chaos, but it would come back to haunt you either way.

The trouble truly began the next morning, when the sharp click of Riddle’s polished heels announced his arrival at your classroom. Ace and Deuce immediately tensed, and you stifled a laugh at their pale faces, but when Riddle called your name, it was your turn to panic.

“We’ll bring flowers to your funeral,” Deuce muttered as you descended the stairs. What lovely friends you had.

“What’s up?” you asked, as soon as Riddle had guided you to the hallway outside your classroom. His hands were folded neatly behind his back, and his face was stern as he glared into your eyes. You were pretty sure you hadn’t done anything lately to tick him him off, but Riddle was so temperamental it was hard to tell.

“I don’t want to be late to class, so I’ll make this short. I’m giving this to you.” Quickly, Riddle shoved something into your hands.

Surprised, you examined the object for a moment. A familiar golden badge gleamed in the center of a thick red ribbon. “Is that...”

“It’s a Heartslabyul armband,” he announced, his cheeks dangerously close to combusting into flames with how red they were. “You’ve done so much for me-- for my dorm, it’s the least I could do. Also, your tie is crooked. You should take better care with how you present yourself.”

Riddle talked and moved so quickly he left you no room to reply. He leaned in close (a little more close than was necessary, you felt like) and carefully adjusted the tie around your neck. His hair smelled surprisingly sweet, and you stood still as he gently patted down your shirt collar before swiftly walking away.

You stood there, dumbfounded, before you remembered that Trein would skin you alive if you were late to class. Okay. That was a little weird, but maybe Riddle was just grateful to you. You were basically an honorary Heartslabyul member with how much time you spent there with Ace and Deuce, right?

Later, you were making a visit to the greenhouse with Jack after Crewel had asked you two to deliver some fertilizer and compost there. Correction, it was mostly Jack carrying everything, but you wanted to believe you were helping somewhat.

Everything had finally been neatly put away and Jack hurried to be in time for class (like a nerd). You were leisurely strolling along until you suddenly tripped and landed onto something soft. It took you a few seconds to realize what had happened: you had tripped over Leona Kingscholar’s ridiculously long legs, and he had somehow caught you and pulled you close to him from where he laid on the ground.

From the smirk on his face, you were fairly certain he had done it on purpose. Perhaps he got a kick out of bullying innocent first years. You wondered how far you could push your luck with taunting Leona before he decided to tear you into little bite size pieces (a threat you have heard him make several times before to some unlucky Savannaclaw students).

“You did that on purpose,” you accused, deciding you didn’t value your life too much. “What the hell was that for?”

Leona’s grip tightened on you, and he yawned. “So what if I did?”

“You were lucky I wasn’t carrying fertilizer. You could have ended up covered in manure.”

“Sure, sure.” Before you could blink, he had deftly tied something into your hair. When you finally untangled it, Leona had fallen asleep, and you couldn’t ask him why he had decided to put a Savannaclaw armband on your head.

That wasn’t the strangest part of your day. Before lunch, Azul suddenly accosted you outside of your classroom. He carefully took one of your hands, pressed a kiss on the back of it, and presented you with an Octavinelle armband.

“I’m giving you this because you’re an invaluable supporter of the Monstro Lounge,” he claimed, even though you rarely went there. The few times you did go was because Floyd was bored and had dragged you there to play with him.

“Are you sure you should give me this? I really doubt I’ve been there often enough to receive some sort of reward.”

Azul pressed another kiss to your hand at your words. You were extremely tempted to call Azul a nerd in this moment; he was blushing so hard, it was obvious he wasn’t used to touching another person so intimately. Then again, you didn’t care to find out what he would do to you if you offended him. “Make sure to visit more often to pay me back, then. Jade and Floyd would be delighted if you do. As would I, of course.”

After lunch, it was Kalim’s turn to mess with you. He ran and leaped at you, wrapping you into a tight hug. He snuggled into your chest as he barraged you with endless questions, his smile so bright you were sure you were going to go blind.

“Do you want to go on a magic carpet ride right now? Oh, but I guess we have class, and Jamil would be mad at me if I missed mine. Also, what sort of animals do you like? And what sort of jewelry? What about food? What sort of food do you like? Tell Jamil so he can make you some, okay?”

“That’s really sweet of you Kalim, but I’m fine. I’m just happy to talk to you.” Ah, rich people. You were certain if you were to accept any of Kalim’s offers, you would end up with enough expensive gifts to fund a small country.

Kalim had somehow shifted from clinging to you to linking his arm through yours as you headed towards your class. He was humming, so you assumed he was happy, and he would occasionally lean his head against your arm. Just as the bell rang, he quickly pressed a Scarabia armband into your hand and scampered off.

Just before you headed to the mirror that led to Ramshackle Dorm, Vil appeared out of nowhere, looking effortlessly flawless as his hair floated delicately around his shoulders. Honestly, you were impressed with how much effort he put to look that gorgeous every second of the day.

“Dear, your skin looks absolutely dry. Please do not forget to moisturize and use face masks. And that shirt is simply not a flattering color on you. It’s decent, I suppose, but I wouldn’t have chosen it for you. If you were in Pomefiore, I could take care of you everyday,” Vil sighed, as he began to carefully stroke your hair.

Vil’s careful combing of your hair almost felt good enough for you to ignore his backhanded comments. “Thanks, I think? I’m choosing to believe you said what you did because you care about me.”

“Hm. As it is, I suppose the only modification I can make right now is this...” Vil murmured. Before you could react, he had carefully swiped some tinted apple scented gloss across your lips. It looked suspiciously like the one Vil was wearing himself. “...And this.” Before you could put much thought into whenever it was the same or not, he tied a Pomefiore armband to your wrist, his hair flowing behind him as he flounced off.

When you got back to the dorm, Ortho was waiting for you on the steps with a package in his hands. He jumped up when he saw you, and his smile was just as bright as Kalim’s. If you hadn’t lost your eyesight before, you had now.

“Big bro wanted me to give you this!” he cried enthusiastically. “He said you’re one of the only people in the world he can stand, and you’re cool! Also, he really likes you! Actually, wait, I don’t know if I was supposed to tell you that last part,” Ortho added with a frown.

“I won’t tell him you did. But tell him I said thanks,” you said. Ortho gave you a hug before he dashed off. Unsurprisingly, when you unwrapped the package, you found an Ignihyde armband waiting for you.

As you tried to study, your head spun. What the hell was going on? Were the dorm leaders secretly plotting to murder you? Why had six out of seven of them suddenly approached you and gave you their dorm arm bands? Maybe they were just appreciative of your friendship, and grateful you had kicked their asses when they overblotted. But they weren’t the sort of people to just give away free presents (except for Kalim, but he was generally the exception to his calculating peers). You decided to send a text to the first year group chat and hoped that at least Epel or Jack could find out what their dorm leaders were thinking.

In the meantime, you were going to take a walk. Evening was falling, and if you were lucky, you would catch your favorite elusive fae wandering about.

The night was warm as you ambled along, trying to figure out the reason behind the dorm leaders’ strange actions. A few minutes in, Malleus melted out of the shadows, falling into step next to you. You stifled a scream. You really needed to get used to that before you got a heart attack.

Oh, hey. Actually, Malleus was the perfect person to ask about the other dorm leaders’ strange actions, considering that he was one himself.

“Tsuntarou, can I confide in you about something?” you asked gravely. “I need your advice.”

“If it’s within my ability to help, I will do so gladly,” he responded.

Quickly, you told him about the other dorm leaders’ strange actions throughout the day. As you talked, a shadow passed over Malleus’ face.

“So what do you think?” you said.

“I have a few ideas, but for now they’re nothing but conjecture.” He then fell silent and refused to elaborate, and you decided not to push him further. Malleus looked... irritated, but why? Maybe he was just upset the other dorm leaders had left him out of their weird attempt to give you their armbands.

Just before the end of your walk, Malleus untied the armband around his uniform’s sleeve, and tied it around your sleeve instead. The action was so nonchalant and sudden, you didn’t have time to question it. There was a small smile on Malleus’s face as he disappeared into the darkness, and you decided you would keep what happened a secret. If Sebek found out, he would pop a blood vessel, and you didn’t need his death on your hands.

When you finally got home, you were greeted with several messages from your group chat. Eagerly, you read what they had to say, and felt your heart drop as you remembered your little comment from lunch yesterday. You had forgotten it, but apparently, Ace and Deuce did not, and they had asked Riddle if they could give you an armband. Well, Riddle had decided to give you one personally. From what Jack and Epel had sent, you pieced together that the other dorm leaders had found out Riddle’s plan, and decided they didn’t want to be outdone.

Great. What were you going to do? The dorm leaders had really given you their armbands out of their genuine affection for you. Maybe you could wear all seven at once? It would look ridiculous, but at least you wouldn’t offend anyone. Actually, scratch that. All the dorm leaders were so competitive it would probably offend them more if you wore all of them at once.

Well, that would be a problem for the you in the future to figure out. If things went terribly wrong, you could always fake your own death. For now, you were going to go to bed, and hope an answer appeared in your dreams tonight.

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otomes-world · 3 years

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Unexpected interaction

Okay... I decided make something unusual for myself, of course. You know why? I simply cannot think: should it bea yandere story or not, maybe... little(?) spicy (?), and firstmore... which one character I should use. Haha... Picture and idea belong to @twisted-n-thirsty

This day turned out to be especially noisy and eventful. However, it couldn`t be otherwise, right? After all, this isn`t only a renowned competition in which two famous institution of magic take part. None other than Neige Le Blanche and Vil Schoenheit compete. This fact alone couldn`t fail to attract unnecessary attention.

You watched with a sigh as the fans filled the space more and more. Someone was looking for their places, someone was crowding near souvenir shops, someone was watching you.

You didn’t want to exaggerate, but almost from the very morning you felt someone’s glances on you. However, despite your concern, you didn`t dare to tell others about it. Their thoughts were occupied by another things, and you didn`t want to bother them. Ace, Deuce and the others put so much effort into the preparation. Even now, for the last time before the performance, they practiced the movements so that everything would go perfectly.

Sighing, you decided leave it up. Even if not of your own free will, you were the manager of the NRC team. So, audience considered you to be one of the staff members, whom you can turn to in case of anything. You would do the same. Probably.

You have already turned to go backstage and decided to spend the last hours before the start of the company of your team. You want once again support them. Suddenly you were blocked by three dazzling youths. Ignoring your politely forced smile, the silver-haired man in the middle began to speak.

“I apologize for disturbing you, you were as beautiful as the rose in the wilderness. No, you are like snow agate that has been polished by blizzards for a long time. The stone, with its patterns resembling the aurora, is as beautiful and unattainable as you are"

When he finished his monologue, he politely took your hand and kissed it. Trying to be as calm as possible, you carefully took the writst from his palm and discreetly tried to wipe it on clothes. Apparently, it wasn`t hidden from the man with stunning purple eyes.

Silver haired man, who was standing in front of you, it didn`t bother at all, or maybe he just didn`t notice. He just continued to look at you with a soft smile, as if expecting something. What exactly remained a mystery to you. He didn`t hope that you would sparkle with hearts in your eyes from him and fly to embrace him, right? However, a sincere, somewhat reminiscent of a puppy’s look, spoke of the opposite.

Clearing your throat, you decided to turn off the conversation, but `the prince charming from fairy tales` again didn`t let you insert a word.

“How impolite of me, I should have introduced myself earlier. My name is Justin Quicksilver Elias Langston Ashford von Grauhaarige y Maldonia the 3rd. Can I know the name of my destiny?“

You just restraining yourself from the whistle from the length of his name, as you almost choked on hearing the last phrase. Fortunately, the companions of the personality-with-the-tongue-break-by-name came to your aid. The jet-black haired youth put a hand on Justin’s shoulder.

"Silv… aren’t you getting ahead of yourself?” The blond man next to him shook his head wearily. “If you scare off your not-yet-beloved, what will you do?”

“Haha,” even laughs of the lilac-eyed man’s was graceful. “Justin is just beeing himself, no more, no less.” Then he turned his attention to you. “I apologize for my friend, he sometimes gets carried away. I hope, he didn’t seem unpleasant to you. My name is Raven Adonis “

"Oh! No-no, it’s okay, you’re very kind,” you immediately rushed to refute what he said, judging by the aura hovering around and the names they were princes, at least.

“Well, I will conclude our greeting so that we can hear the name of the most beautiful creature,” the blond with green eyes attracted your attention. “Let me introduce myself, Winston Aro Prince”

Realizing that you can’t get out of it, you once again, with a wry smile, tried to pronounce it as politely as possible, “I have the honor to meet you, Name”

“Even your name is as beautiful as you-…” Justin tried to sing you some praises again, but the hand on his shoulder clenched in warning. The young man immediately turned to his friend, and spoke with the most serious face. “Raven, don’t stop me. Is it a sin to sing the beauty of a wonderful flower? Is it a sin to shout about your love to the whole world?“

Realizing that it smells of trouble, you immediately began to think about an excuse to escape. Fortunately, Grim’s voice was heard in the distance, who is clearly was looking for you. Hastily apologizing, you retired, secretly rejoicing in an easy escape.

However, despite all the extravagance, one person or several..still caught your attention.

Who was it? Silver man who doesn't lost at words? Mysterious and intriguing black haired man with lilic eyes? Or maybe blond with green eyes? Leave your answers and I`ll write continuation (￣▽￣) Part 2

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