SSR Vil Schoenheit - Luxe Couture Vignette
"My orders are absolute"
[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]
Announcer: The curtain rises on this year's Fairest City's International Film Festival. And today... Please take a gander around me!
Announcer: Queen's Palace is completely flooded with the press and movie fans. Enthusiasm is in full force!
Announcer: With so many filmmakers and actors present, this is the event of the season. Let's chat with a few of them.
Announcer: Hello! Which production are you most excited to see during this film fest?
Movie Fan A: WELL, OF COURSE, THE LIVE-ACTION BEAUTIFUL QUEEN MOVIE!!
Movie Fan A: Ever since I was a kid, I've always loved the animated movie on the Fairest Queen and her spirit of tenacity.
Movie Fan A: I'm really looking forward to the live-action remake! Can't wait to see what other info they drop during the film fest.
Announcer: The anticipation is immense! Alright, next… Hey, you over there! And why have you come to Queen's Palace?
Movie Fan B: There's someone I really really need to see…! You know how there's going to be a screening for the Beautiful Queen?
Movie Fan B: I was hoping maybe, just maybe, my most beautiful bias would make a surprise appearance, so I came here!
Announcer: Oho, I see. And who is it you're such a fan of?
Movie Fans: LOOK, IT'S VIL SHOENHEIT!!
Movie Fan B: Yeah, my fave is Vil… HUH!?
Announcer: Everyone, please take a look! Vil Schoenheit has arrived here at Queen's Palace!!
Movie Fans: KYAAAAAAA, VIL-SAMAAAAA!!
Ace: Woah, this is crazy! There's so much screaming for Vil-senpai that I can feel it vibrating my whole body!!
Jamil: Don't lose focus. Our job here is to protect Vil-senpai from his enthused fans and the media.
Azul: Indeed. As recompense for these Luxe couture garments, we must put forth our labor as compensation.
Vil: That's right. [Yuu], Ace, Grim. I expect the three of you to properly carry out your roles as well.
[Yuu nods]
Ace: I mean, since I've got on this Luxe couture fit on, so. I gotta make sure make it look cool, don't I?
Vil: Absolutely. I need you to look your best so you can be of the utmost use for me.
[click! snap!!]
Cameraman: It's Vil Schoenheit!! I gotta snap as many pictures as I can from all angles!
Vil: Hello, everyone, are you all enjoying this very special day?
Movie Fan B: KYAAAAAAA! VIL-SAMAAAA!! I'VE ALWAYS WANTED TO MEET YOUUUUU!!!!!
[Vil waves hand with a sparkle]
Movie Fan B: Ooahh, he waved at me! Now I can… die without regrets…
[faints with a thud]
Movie Fan C: PLEASE SPARE ME A GLANCE TOO, VIL-SAMA!
[Vil looks over with a sparkle]
Movie Fan C: THIS IS THE BEST DAY OF MY LIFEEEE!
[faints with a thud]
Azul: Amazing… Fans are dropping like flies just from meeting Vil-san's eyes…
Jamil: Even when we find erratic people in the crowd, they're instantly affected by Vil-senpai's beauty.
Ace: And this guy's just as stoic as ever even seeing the crowd act like this… Vil Schoenheit is way too incredible!
1. He's so enchanting…
2. I can't stop taking pictures…!
Vil: Don't be content just yet. We're just getting started.
Vil: We'll make sure that no one ever forgets my momentous walk down the tapis rouge.
Vil: Jamil, bring that to me.
Jamil: Of course, I have it right here.
Announcer: Vil Schoenheit has stopped on the tapis rouge and has been handed a box.
Announcer: What could possibly be in the box? …It's an apple! Vil Schoenheit is now holding an apple!
[green smoke starts to surround Vil]
Announcer: Oh? And now he's surrounded by smoke… I can't see Vil Schoenheit at all.
Announcer: What is happening…? Huh!?
Vil: NOW, EVERYONE KEEP YOUR EYES ON ME, THE FAIREST ONE OF ALL!
Fans: WOOOOOOOOOOAH! / KYAAAAA!!!!
Announcer: B-B-B-Beautiful!!! He's so beautiful… More beautiful than I could possibly imagine!!!
Grim: That guy with the mic can't say nothin' other than beautiful anymore.
Ace: Haha, he's even stolen the announcer's vocab away. I'd expect nothing less from Vil-senpai.
Cameraman: Look at his spectacular attire, and his flawless posing…! This is out best chance to snag all the photos!!
[click! snap, snap!!]
Vil: Heh. Just as I expected, the reception is fantastic.
Azul: Indeed. Your design was a grand success. This was a fantastically gorgeous idea fit for this stage.
Vil: It's much too early to be complacent. All of you, make sure you follow me closely.
Jamil/Azul/Grim/Ace: Yes, sir! / Got it!
[Yuu nods]
[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]
[Vil talking to others]
Ace: Hey, hey, [Yuu]! That person Vil-senpai is talking to right now…
1. They're definitely that one recently popular singer.
2. I feel like I've seen them on TV…
Ace: Right? Celebrities are chatting him up left and right… You can really feel just how much of a super celeb Vil-senpai really is.
Ace: Maybe we can slip into the convo at the right time! Think we could get an autograph!?
Grim: Oh hey, they're passin' out drinks over there! I'm gonna go get… Myah!?
[Vil grabs Grim]
Grim: Hey, don't grab me by the scruff!
Vil: Silence! Just because we made it safely inside the Queen's Palace does not mean you can do as you please.
Vil: You are to stay calm and refined, and carry yourself beautifully during the film festival as well. Or do you intend on humiliating me?
Azul: Quite right. The energy of these first years can be quite troublesome.
Vil: If you think so, I would rather you watch those little spudlings instead of passing out your business cards.
Vil: Especially while you tell them you're my schoolmate… Really, I give you an inch and you take a mile.
Jamil: I've confirmed our seating arrangements for the screening. The theater is just past here.
Vil: Wonderful. We should make our way there before the aisles get too crowded.
Grim: Movie's finally over. That was super long… Hey, why's everyone standin' up all a sudden?
[APPLAUSE]
Azul: Well, well… What a magnificent standing ovation.
Vil: The Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity was fully explored throughout the whole Beautiful Queen movie.
Vil: She was never complacent with the status quo, and spent her entire life attempting to improve herself further…
Vil: It's only natural to be deeply moved by how she pursued her life goals, especially as a performer, myself.
Jamil: I agree. It was a fantastic film. We should join the rest of the audience in applause.
[APPLAUSE]
Vil: Ah… The entire venue has nothing but praise for this film. A spectacular sight to behold. I'm sure Dad is just as elated right now.
Ace: The live-action Beautiful Queen movie rocked. Based on that showing, it'll definitely be a huge hit!
Azul: Well, the film fest has concluded… Vil-san, what are our plans afterward?
Vil: Our plans? Well, that would be…
Vil: We head home.
Ace/Grim/Azul: HUH!?
1. That sucks…
2. No way…
Jamil: It'll get dark soon. If we want to make tomorrow's classes, we should probably head back to campus soon.
Vil: That's right. The main role of a student is to learn. That's why even I have put my career on hold.
Vil: When I received my admissions letter from Night Raven College, I have to admit I did hesitate.
Vil: Was there even any reason to place my acting career on hold just to attend a school…? Or so I thought.
Vil: However, I'm sure that the knowledge, studying and experience that comes from school life will undoubtedly be a boon.
Vil: Once I decided that, I chose to reduce my work commitments and instead devote myself to my studies.
Vil: By spending my days simply being Vil Schoenheit and a member of the Pomefiore Dormitory...
Vil: My understanding of the Fairest Queen's spirit of tenacity deepened, which in turn led to this successful promotion.
Vil: My daily life as a student has absolutely been a boon for my career, just as I expected it would be back before I enrolled… No, I suppose it would be correct to say even more than I had expected.
Vil: This little venture has proved to me that my decision had been the correct one.
Vil: And thus, I am also determined to spend the rest of the time I have left as a student to my fullest, with no regrets.
Ace: Vil-senpai…
Ace: Okay, you can say all that, but you do realize that this is probably the only time the rest of us get the chance to go to a film festival, right!?
Azul: Ace-san is completely correct. It would be an absolute pity to squander this opportunity to network with all these celebrities!
Vil: Oh, is that so. Then do as you please. That is, if you are willing to violate your contract.
Ace: Violate what contract? We played your lackeys already.
Azul: Actually… The conditions set by Vil-san were to "walk the red carpet"…
Azul: If he intends on walking the same path we took to get here, we must escort him during his return, as well…!
Vil: Correct. I see you fully understand the terms of your agreement.
Ace: Ehhhh~!? I thought we were only here for the grand entrance…
Vil: So I'll ask you one more time. I will be returning to campus, what will you do?
Ace/Azul: Return alongside you…
Jamil: Considering the role we were undertaking today, it's only natural.
Vil: Excellent. Then we should make haste to leave the venue.
[Fairest City – Queen's Palace]
[snap! snap snap snap!!]
Grim: Myah, the flashes are way too bright!!
Azul: I had anticipated the crowd would be more settled than when we had entered the venue...
Ace: Doesn't feel like they've petered out at all… And we even tried slipping out mid-fest.
Announcer: Vil Schoenheit-san! Please elaborate on your promotion work for this event!
Newspaper Reporter: WE WOULD BE HONORED TO HEAR YOUR COMMENTS ON THE LIVE-ACTION BEAUTIFUL QUEEN MOVIE!
Cameraman: Vil-SAN!! LOOK THIS WAY!!
Jamil: The press are coming at us in full force…! Ace, Azul, hold them back!!
Ace/Azul: RIGHT!!
Vil: Now, now, how frantic everyone is. There's no need to worry, I won't run from you.
Vil: I will gladly answer your questions, at least until I finish walking the tapis rouge.
Newspaper Reporter: Whew, that draped train flutters so beautifully… …Ack! I shouldn't be standing around enraptured.
Newspaper Reporter: Ahem. Then, I'll start. How did it come to be that you would do this promotion?
Vil: Eric Venue personally requested me. Must mean no one was better suited for the promotion than I.
Magazine Reporter: Your whole outfit coordination today is so stunning! Can you tell us some highlights about this look?
Vil: I call this "Black of Night" ―
Vil: It came about by utilizing the iconic Luxe brand color that originates in the Fairest Queen legends.
Vil: Instead of accessorizing with magnificent jewelry, I simply used myself as the adornment…
Vil: Which allowed my beauty to be accentuated even further.
Announcer: SPECTACULAR! YOU ARE TRULY BEAUTIFUL!!
Announcer: Speaking of which… Your companions here all look fabulous as well. Are you all models as well?
Ace: Ooh, is that how we look? I mean, we all look pretty rad, can't fault you for thinking so~
Azul: I'm grateful that you thought to cast your eyes on me as well. Thank you so much for you kind words.
Jamil: Guess it's not too terrible to be thought of as one of Vil-senpai's colleagues.
Grim: Myahaha! This guy knows what they're talkin' about!
1. Wow, I can't believe we were mistaken for models!
Vil: Calm down… Don't get all riled up. Obviously, it's because of the Luxe attire you're wearing.
2. I feel like I've never been noticed like this before…
Vil: Heh, you seem pretty composed. At least you can tell it's obviously because of the Luxe attire you're wearing.
Vil: Although, I suppose if you are basking in my glow, it wouldn't be surprising for others to notice you lot as well.
Vil: These fellows aren't models, but are merely my dutiful manservants. And they obey every order I give them.
Vil: Isn't that right?
Grim/Ace/Jamil/Azul: Yes, sir... Vil Schoenheit-sama.
Vil: …It seems the tapis rouge has come to an end. I'm sorry, but this is the end of the interview.
Vil: I do hope you all have a wonderful evening.
Announcer: Vil-san, please wait a moment!!
Newspaper Reporter: I still have another question for you…!
Vil: Here we go, boys. Get to work and secure a path!
Grim/Ace/Jamil/Azul: YESSIR!!
[Fairest City – Crystal Galleria]
Ace: Wheeew, we finally escaped. The press was pretty intense, but that was an ambush of fans!
Azul: Gasp, whew… Truly an ordeal…
Azul: With how Vil-san made such a grand appearance in front of the media like this despite recently taking a break from his acting work...
Azul: I can fully understand why anyone would want to take as many photos as possible in that scenario…
Vil: It's been sometime since I've had such an ardent reception. It's not something that I get to deal with while on Sage's Island.
Jamil: Good thing we were able to give them all the slip. It was a great plan to confirm possible back roads to escape to last night.
Ace: Is that what you were all doing!? I just thought you guys all snuck out of the hotel to have a bit of fun…
Vil: I don't think Azul or Jamil would let a single thing slip by them. You both have earned my praise just this once.
Vil: There were a few close calls, but… I would say you all just barely succeeded in the job I entrusted you with.
Azul: Your kind words fill me with joy. And once again… Thank you for allowing us to accompany you.
Vil: Of course. This was a fairly wonderful two days, was it not? Not only we were able to relax here in the Fairest City…
Vil: But we were also able to watch an early showing of the live-action Beautiful Queen.
Azul: Yes, indeed. The movie was utterly beautiful from start to finish… I could even feel the dedication in the tableware and cutlery chosen for the film.
Jamil: I understand the tenacious spirit of the Fairest Queen even better now. I feel like I need to put forth even more effort in my own life now.
Vil: Excellent thoughts.
Vil: Next. How about we hear the thoughts from the youngest spudlings here, who seem to be trying to avoid eye contact, hm?
Ace: It was super real-looking, and super fab, and the Fairest Queen was suuuper pretty… Basically, it was just super awesome all around!
1. I agree!
2. It was impressive!
Vil: Sigh, how appalling. How could you watch that masterpiece and only have such boring impressions?
Vil: It seems you still don't have a full understanding on the spirit of tenacity.
Vil: Once the movie is available to the public, you are to go watch it in theaters. Understand? My orders are absolute.
Vil: …And if the mood strikes, perhaps I'll join you.
Requested by @amourteddyst and @ordinaryanon.
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even though you don't talk, they'll still find a way to listen
› 〉 📂 .ೃ | mute reader, jus some fluff really, bit on the short side
requested by @/anon
╰─➤ 💌 ₍₁₎ ok i should nawtttt have used this colour scheme im squinting like a rat at my screen tryna see what i'm saying. the title is 'cigarettes out the window' (shoutout tv girl) if u couldnt read it which i do not hold against u
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 GEPARD.
it's simply in his nature to look out for others, to ensure that everyone is alright. and when he meets you, he's thrown for a loop a little. because you are fine.
the first time he sees you is in serval's workshop- you're just leaving, and something compels him to make sure that he speaks to you, even if it's for a few fleeting moments before you leave and he most likely never sees you again.
it's a simple question of how your day is, but you simply offer him a small smile before ducking past him, scurrying out of the door that he held open.
he's puzzled at first- maybe it's something to do with him? did you not want to talk to him? but then his sister explains that you're mute, and now he feels like a fool.
and thus begins his attempts to talk to you.
he writes you little notes to begin with. luckily for him, you're a regular at serval's shop, always seemingly having some device or another broken and in need of repairing. serval rolls her eyes at the pair of you- at gepard for being an idiot (you can still hear, you don't need notes), and at you for your attempts to run into her brother as often as possible (those machines weren't really broken).
despite this, it was somewhat amusing to watch the pair of you attempt to flirt with each other. and somewhat cute when your attempts worked.
you kept each and every one of gepard's notes to you, as redundant as they were. his handwriting was a little scruffy, and if you looked at them hard enough you could spot the little tremors where he tried to make the lettering neat.
a special treat was when he decided to add little doodles to them. it was anyone's guess as to what they were supposed to be- you were pretty sure that one of them was supposed to be you- and your heart warmed amidst the chicken scratch and stick figures.
you decide to write your own note back to him. in the top right corner is a little sketch of him, on a similar level to his own creations, that you hope he'll appreciate alongside the note.
you give it to him along with your best smile, mentally capturing the look of joy on gepard's fave at your little gift to him. you were gone by then, shyness overtaking your urge to stay, so you could only imagined his face when he realised that what you had written to him was a formal request to take him out on a date.
ᯓ ᡣ𐭩 DAN HENG.
for dan heng to open up to someone new, several criteria have to be met.
for starters, he had to be at least a little bit comfortable around you. receptive, but not too probing or overbearing. rational, but not judgmental. open, but not too much.
in many ways, he was like a cat. you had to let him come to you.
and luckily for you, you seemed to fulfil those criteria.
as one of the newest additions to the astral express, you were in some sort of in-between phase of being one of them and a stranger. you communicated in your own ways, but you found yourself withdrawing to your room. it was overwhelming, this new environment.
it was only natural that you felt more drawn to dan heng more than anyone else. he had similar qualities to you- more introverted, tended to keep to himself. and, as you later found out, you both had a tendency to burn the midnight oil.
it became almost routine to run into him when you're both up late, wandering the astral express for some peace of mind. brief encounters with little nods sent your direction gradually evolved into longer moments spent basking in each other's presence, mostly in silence. but not always.
you both had your reasons to be up late- on the nights where dan heng looked more frazzled, a certain look in his eye, is when you began to piece him together.
he'd lend you some information of his own volition occasionally, telling you about the nightmare he had, recurring or not. there was just this certain quality to you, a look in your eye that made him feel like you truly did listen to him.
and he wouldn't trade your late-night rendevous for the world.
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so high school
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆ in which you run into your high-school sweetheart, darrel curtis.
( a/n : this isn’t my best work but not every piece has to be my fave! hope u cuties enjoy nonetheless, sorry i have no idea how to write darry )
his brown eyes met yours from across the classroom for the first time since grade 12.
your heart sank. you thought darry would’ve left by now, started his career as a successful football player or something even better, but he was standing in your classroom, still in tulsa.
your entire teenage years flash before your eyes — running on the field to kiss the quarterback, playing kiss marry kill, driving to parties, meeting his family. he looked the same.
darry’s eyes widen as he sees you. he elbows ponyboy. “you did not tell me that y/n l/n was your geography teacher.” he whispers.
“you’d of freaked if i had told you, man,” ponyboy whispers back.
tonight was parent-teacher interviews. one of your best students was ponyboy curtis, little brother of your high-school sweetheart. they were greasers, and you were a soc, but that never stopped you from going over to their house everyday, back when you were bittersweet 16.
“darry curtis,” you say softly, smiling gently. “long time no see.”
he avoids your gaze, his cheeks glowing pink. “yeah, nice to see you, y/n.”
“feel free to take a seat,” you offer, and they sit in front of your desk.
you begin talking about ponyboy — his incredible grades, your insistence on him participating more, assuring darry that ponyboy has a high chance of getting into a good post-secondary school.
you look at darry again. you have to address the elephant in the room — it would be weird not to. “this is weird, isn’t it?” you ask, voice soft. “i mean, we met in this school, and now i’m teaching your younger brother.”
“yeah, i guess so,” he agrees. “i honestly thought you would’ve left this dump by now, you always talked about wanting to move to new york city or toronto or somethin’.”
“yeah, plans changed.” you shrug. “i thought you would’ve moved by now, too.”
“plans changed,” he repeats, quoting you. you smile at him.
“what have you been up to since high school?” you ask him. “still play football?”
“i roof houses.” he answers. “but yeah, sometimes i fool around with football. not as much, though.”
“you were good,” you compliment.
“thanks,” he answers. he is never this awkward, what is happening? “you still into reading and history and stuff?”
“yeah,” you answer. “i mean, ponyboy can tell you, i never shut up about it when i’m teaching. always got a new book to talk about.”
and there we go. the conversation is back to ponyboy. “oh, that’s nice. pony only talks good about you. just never pieced together that it was you.”
“yeah, well, guess you thought i would’ve been gone by now.”
“guess so,” he agrees. “glad you’re not.”
you smile at him.
˚୨୧⋆。˚ ⋆
the following weeks, you’d notice ponyboy talking to you a bit more whenever he could in class, talking to you about darry. and when you walked into the DX, sodapop asked if you were “darry’s chick,” and you had no idea how to respond.
flowers started blooming at the local park in your neighbourhood, so you decided to take a walk and pick some to decorate your classroom and decorate them for spring.
everything reminded you of him — you walked past a small punch of pink tulips. he got you tulips for your grade 11 semi-formal. he got them for a discount at the gas station, it was all he could afford. they were beautiful.
while you were walking, you spotted a gang of greasers. darry was with them, he was the tallest and stuck out like a sore thumb among the pink and yellow flowers and blossoming trees.
sodapop and ponyboy spotted you instantly, catching your eye and then telling the rest of the gang that you were here. they all excitedly started pressuring darry to go talk to you. you overheard the giggles and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself.
darry walked up to you after a few moments of resistance. you looked stunning — your hair gently waving in the warm breeze, a handful of wildflowers in your grasp. and you were smiling at him!
“hi darry,” you greet. he starts walking beside you, leaving his friends behind.
“hey, y/n,” he says. his voice is deeper than it was when you knew him. “it was real nice seein’ you at ponyboy’s parent-teacher thing.”
you agree, and then he speaks again. “i just, uh, wanted to talk to you about something.”
“what about?” you ask with a tilt of your head.
“okay, so i know we dated back in high school and stuff,” he starts. “it was real fun. we had some good times.”
“yeah, we did.” you agree.
“do you want to try again?” he asks you. his muscular body and his intimidating looks would be nothing if you heard how he was speaking now. it felt wholesome, shy, like how he asked you out in high school.
you take a second to think. you remember how you felt when he took another girl to prom 3 weeks after you broke up, you remember how that hurt you and how you wanted to kill him. but you remember watching shows with him on saturday nights, you remember kissing in the backseat, you remember his mom, mrs. curtis, kissing you on the cheek the first time you met her. you remember cheering when he got a touchdown, you remember him kissing tears off your face when he got hurt in a rumble. you remember the good and the bad. and when you look back up at him, you feel so high school.
“yeah,” you say softly. “i would love that, darry.”
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