#'my hunter. my poison apple. and you the prefect...'

[traumxrei-archive]

playing through the 6-66 pome tower is making me so fall in love with vil schoenheit auhsgushgkjahk

[yuurei20]

Epel Facts Part 24: Epel and Vil (pt4)

Vil takes responsibility for the team losing the VDC and offers to pay out the prize money to the team’s members himself but, despite the situation in his village, Epel refuses to accept it, saying, “I made a deal with you, Vil. But at the end of the day, I still couldn’t out-charm Neige. It wouldn’t feel right to take your money when I couldn’t hold up my end of the bargain.”

Instead of accepting the money for himself or his family, Epel insists on donating it to Ramshackle dorm.

After Epel and Rook go to Vil’s aid in Book 6 he, at first, calls them inept children playing at heroes. He then immediately follows up by telling them that he had been beside himself with joy when he’d heard that they’d come for him, kissing “(his) hunter, (his) poison apple” and the prefect and promising to return them all safely to the school.

Battling phantoms throughout the towers with Rook and Vil results in significant character development for Epel: wanting to rush in with his magic, at the start Epel is unhappy complying with Rook and Vil’s insistence that they pace themselves. 

When Rook tells Epel to get behind him Epel argues that he doesn’t need to be protected, and Rook explains that hiding behind someone doesn’t mean that he is in need of protection or avoiding a fight, but rather it enables him to catch the enemy by surprise. Epel does as he is told, but he is not happy about it.

Later on Rook allowed Epel to open a cage, and Vil compliments them on their teamwork.

After working together to take out the their Titan (the first time) Epel offers to carry the thunder spear on Vil’s behalf, saying that he realized he wasn’t very useful during the titan fight, surprising both Rook and Vil (“Normally you’re the first to rush in to the fore, despite my objections. Why the sudden crisis of confidence?”).

Rook observes, “He’s recognizing his weaknesses. That’s proof he’s growing stronger.”

Epel saves Vil from taking a direct hit from a phantom, but continues to suffer the occasional emotional outburst. Vil compliments Epel on striking a scurrying phantom, and when Epel credits his experience in the Spelldrive club Vil says he would like to hear more about his club activities, to Epel’s delight.

The next time Vil orders Epel to stay behind him, Epel does not argue.

The next time Epel insists on confronting a phantom himself Vil allows it, and they beat the phantom back through teamwork. Vil compliments Epel on his role, leaving him momentarily speechless.

[somehowmags]

HAHA i guess i haven't seen enough bad takes from the fandom about leona (albeit i definitely have seen some) so i get the impression that vil is mischaracterized more often on average. regardless, ive also seen a lot of fanfic characterizing vil as this emotionally constipated and constantly nagging narcissist who is incapable of showing affection and it makes me [rat clenches fist of rage]. im aware angst often draw out the worst part of a character for the feels, which in this case is vil's strict scrutiny BUT PLELALSLELADE IM SCREAMING MY TEARS ARE ON THE FLOOR.... how are you gonna ignore the scene in chapter 6 where vil literally moves past his stern housewarden persona in order to be vil schoenheit. not the actor, not the model, not the housewarden countless students look towards as a leader-- but vil schoenheit, friend of yours and ally. all to give epel, rook, and yoy; his beloved poison apple, his beloved hunter, and his beloved prefect, a hug and kiss.?? like. kuekd emfusjbfe.??? when he literally squeals for joy after getting his youth back from malleus? when he weeps as an old man? vil schoenheit IS an emotional person! he's an actor with responsibilities on his back, he's not gonna let others see him be anything but strict when the time isn't right! but the point is that he knows when to be soft and loving ESPECIALLY after his overblot!!! 3!&!$!!$!#! he cares so deeply for each and everyone of his pomefiore students and especially those closest to him-- his method of expressing his affection isn't just limited to the occasional praise or hug and kiss, he genuinely wants the best for you when he cares and he'll support you/offer help in achieving your best self! it's not just a byproduct of his need for perfection, but to love is to grow and change and metamorphosize from the flower to the succulent apple and he can see your potential. for the man who knows what it's like to never be enough, he knows you're more than. if only you try. if only you grasped your dreams with your bare hands because god does he dream of it for you. my point is that vil is genuinely one of the most loving characters, even if his ways aren't the most conventional or he may seem harsh. he's not heartless-- though im aware his reaction towards epels moment of emotional vulnerability in the vdc rehearsal gives off said impression, he's grown and changed. i doubt current vil would be so uncaring and stern still if you expressed hurt or discomfort over an austere sentiment he's said or done. if he knows it's what you need, he probably would take a softer and kinder approach. the same water that hardens the egg, softens the potato. he can learn, or perhaps he already understands that some people reach their potential differently-- especially as someone who has lived in the entertainment industry his whole lived, he may be accustomed to the unforgiving nature of its expectations BUT HES NOT ANYMORE!!! and he knows others lead a normal life outside of it, so the same approach taken to him likely wouldn't be suited for them! he won't ever stop trying to suggest betterments for your health, appearance, and outfits but if you express different sentiments he wouldn't take to forcing them onto you!! he just wants you to live your best life, because from what he knows, it brings you gratification and he WANTS you to succeed and be satisfied! im sorry i have a lot to feel about him, i just really despise seeing people overlook the caring trait of his in favor of cheap angst. for someone who has rook as his favorite i really cannot shut my zest fest mouth up about vil <|:-( love his ass

- same anon raving about vil from earlier pt.2 except im more insane

god yeah this is so true....i think about him cheering and crying after malleus restored his youth literally every day of my life he sounds so happy and relieved!!!! had to replay the scene of him kissing rook and epel and yuu like twice to process everything bc i was so !!! at him showing emotion it was so. and like him crying as an old man is mostly played for laughs but it's also so. holy shit. (also the fact that he isn't crying because he's "ugly" but because he wanted more time to play young roles before he started doing older ones.) he's so much more open and emotional in book 6 it's like he's realized he can stop being "the fairest of them all" and just start being vil. like the ice has melted!!! he's so endearing i have gotta hit him with a 2003 toyota corolla

also no this is in character for someone whose fave is rook. this is rook behavior alksjddfhalksjfhlkasdfh he would definitely be on magicam defending vil with his LIFE

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Apple Lover | Yandere Epel Felmier x Reader

Epel knew people who loved apples. It is the Felmier’s life blood and family business, heck he liked apples but he’d never met someone like you. Someone who’d ask if anyone wanted any of the apple sauce he was giving you before chugging it like it wasn’t nearly an entire pint. He’d seen the other burlier men in his old town chug it like that after working all day without taking a break but you were just an average student at Night Raven, right? Other than the baffling circumstances in your arrival to said school he couldn’t find any reason as to why you so  aggressively consumed apple products. He knows you do. He’s checked many times:

“Hey my family sent some apple-cider so”

“Gim-sama doesn’t want such dis–”

“OMG THANKS EPEL!!! GOSH I LOVE THIS STUFF”

Or that other time he had a full crate.

“Hey can I have that crate back for–Whoa! WHERE ARE THE OTHER APPLES.”

“Oh sorry Epel I kind of went ham on them. Sorry!”

“There were over a hundred in there!?”

He was both prideful and really concerned you consumed so many of his family’s products. He was well aware of the cyanide properties in the seeds; that usually no one worries about because the number for eating enough of them to activate the poison is really high…like 100…like the amount he’d found nearly gone a week after giving it to you. 

“Oh no worries I avoid the seeds, plus I switch it up with different versions, y’know?”

Oh, he knew he’d been watching you chow down on apples or sipping on apple sauce everywhere. He’d seen you do it in your lonesome of the Ramshackle common room , during class, at lunch, in the library, really just everywhere. 

“You’re worried about the Prefect?” Vil spoke not looking away from his own image in the mirror touching up on makeup.

“I guess I just don’t know if they understand how addicted they are. I mean they seem to really enjoy it but I’m worried they let their obsession run their lives.”

“Well don’t you sound like you're obsessing over them a little? You’ve been yapping to everyone lately about this concern of yours, that's what all the potatoes have been saying.”

Epel snapped up from his previous position, bumping the bottom part of the dresser with his knees before giving an apologetic look to the glaring Vil. Turning to Rook who was happily working behind them Epel spoke.

“Is this true?”

The hunter laughed, squinting his eyes as he spoke. 

 “You have been talking a lot about Trickster…perhaps you do have deeper feelings past just concern?”

A blooming heat exploded onto Epel’s face and subsequently followed by the short-circuiting student. 

“W-what-?!! N-no w-ay!!! I’m not-!Am I? W-wot ‘re ya e-even saying?!”

The rest of their training session was filled with Epel being too flustered and overwhelmed with the possibility of actually being in love. 

___________________________________________________________

When he finally was able to escape Rook’s questioning and Vil’s training, he went to indulge in his favorite hobby. Epel lazed about watching from afar as you happily accepted a crate of apples from none other than Floyd and Azul. As he had overheard, you had discovered a variant of apple-like fruit from the Coral Sea and had come to the Octavinelle trio to be your guide. For someone who was so quick to tell your monster-tenant no more money to cans of tuna but perfectly prepared to buy a whole crate of sea-apples. You all too quickly walked into a shark’s den just to satisfy your apple-cravings and he was worried about you. 

“You know with how (Y/n) eats apples it’d just be so easy to…”

He stopped himself thinking about the words he spoke in the lonesome of his watching area at the edge of the wood. Realizing the implications of what he said he, at first, scolding himself before really thinking about it. 

You so blindly just ate and drank everything that was handed to you as long as it was from an apple or some variation of one. He tried to ignore the dark thoughts that were brewing from that little comment alone.

It just kept popping up with everyone else just knowing you wanted apples. So easily did you immediately trust anyone who so much as waved an apple product in front of your face. He’d seen it so many times Azul making you work for an apple-cider drink, or Ruggie who promises to get you more applesauce if you collect a bunch of dandelions for him. 

It would be far too easy to learn how to inject a love potion.

It was too easy to inject one. 

“Ah, (Y/n) I’ve been trying this new type of apple. Would you try it for me?”

“Sure.”

And like clockwork you took a heft bite of that apple and just as you should your (y/e/c) irises flashed pink. Now he found that when people talked it was you who had recently been speaking about him and when you wavered as if coming to some realization he didn’t mind offering you a cider or applesauce that would have your eyes flashing pink for as long as he pleased. 

[toreii]

Vil: “Now then…I’ve said everything I needed to say as Pomefiore’s housewarden.”

Vil: “From hereafter, I’ll be speaking “just” as Vil Schoenheit.”

Rook: “Hm?”

Vil: “Seriously……”

Vil: “When I heard from Idia that you had come to the Island of Woe, I couldn’t help but be happy.”

Vil: “I’ve been holding back ever since I saw your faces.”

Vil: “Can I hug you and kiss you?”

Epel & Rook: “Huh…..Huh……?!”

Yuu: “A world-famous model kissed my cheek……?!”

“What just happened?!”

Vil: “How rude. When I’m overjoyed, I give a hug and a kiss as gratitude.”

Vil: “My hunter, my poison apple, and Ramshackle’s prefect, Yuu.”

Vil: “………Thank you for coming after me.”

Vil: “I will definitely bring you all back to school.”

Rook: “That’s our line, my queen.”

Epel: “Haha. This time, we can’t lose!”

[jangmi-latte]

❞ 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞, 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐥𝐞! ❝

➻ content: sweet apples and...saliva?

➻ warnings: extra diabetes!

➻ comments: goodness, seems like hunt and felmier are exhausted...

— to my french customers, please do alert me if i used your language wrong. i’m double checking the translations in google translate for it to be accurate but i prefer it coming from you.

— big thanks to @yourlittlerunt (aka rook's twin brother) for correcting me!

"Roi des Poison?"

Rook looked around the room in worry. Vil was nowhere to be found. It is very unusual for the said dorm leader to not be up around this time of the day. It was nearing classes and Pomefiore hasn’t seen him around. Of course, Rook took it upon himself to go to Vil’s room. Nothing.  He texted Epel, the first year being the first contact

    He’s not in his room.

The blond male sighed and closed the door once he had left. 15 minutes left before classes would start. Vil could be anywhere, he could be in classes right now as he searched. That’s when Rook’s phone dinged.

    I haven't seen him either.

Have you tried his lab?

Again, Vil would be anywhere. With a hand through his hair, Rook walked over to the room Epel had mentioned and entered, "Vil? Are you in here?" he called.

Silence. He walked inside, surely he must be crouching somewhere. Still, nothing. Just as Rook was about to leave, glass breaking was heard in a distance and a small giggle. "Qu’est ce que c’était? [What was that?]" he mumbled and began his search once more. Another vile broke and Rook quickly went to the slightly open cabinet.

“These rats.” He was about to close the door before a small cry was heard inside the cabinet. The male quickly opened the door once more and to his surprise, there was a baby–no, a toddler, inside the cabinet.

"Ookie!"

"Eh?"

A boy that looked too much like Vil crawled out of the cabinet and into his arms. "Oh, what in blazes is a baby like you doing here?" Rook grumbled and held the baby at arm’s length. The toddler babbled and clapped his small hands. "Ookie! Ookie!" He made grabby hands to Rook. Another thing, he’s naked.

"I came here for Vil, not you. Though if I do get my suspicions correct, you may be Vil." Rook carried the baby on his hip. "Oh well. I’m sure he would appear somewhere else if it's not you. I have to get you to the professor," he announced and the kid simply sneezed.

"How adorable!"

Before heading out, Rook went to his room and searched for any alternative clothes he could give the child. He doesn’t have baby-sized clothes that for sure. Neither does Vil nor Epel. He scratched his cheek, deep in thought, then snapped his fingers.

"I can only think of one solution, for now." Rook grabbed a cloth from his drawers and laid it across the bed. The little boy, who obediently sat on the bed with his big eyes staring at Rook, babbled before being carried by the huntsman, "Shush."

"Shoosh!" he repeated with a giggle.

Rook placed the boy on the cloth. "Now stay still." He began to wrap the cloth, as secure as he can, around the little fellow’s hips. At least he has something to catch his pee and poo. Cleaning is going to be a problem. Rook did not sign up for a babysitting job nor does he know how. He needs a little help from a certain first year. He carried the boy and proceeded to head to class.

As expected, the moment he walked through the halls of the school building, all the students that were running to their classes had halted on their steps and stared at the vice prefect dumbfounded. The unfazed man walked inside his first class, Magical Alchemy. “Professor Crewel, do excuse me for being late.”

"Why do you have a baby in your arms, Hunt?"

"You see, I was looking for Vil, but I saw this child in the cabinet."

"Hunt."

“Oui?”

"That’s Schoenheit."

"Figured. I guess my suspicions were correct, indeed."

Rook looked at the kid in his arms. Little Vil was holding onto his magic pen, too concentrated on trying to remove the gem as he has his lips in a pout. Professor Crewel was correct indeed. Beautiful blond hair with purple highlights and purple eyes. The cutest and most beautiful baby he has ever seen.

"Oh dear, Roi des Poison what ever did you do in that lab?" Rook mumbled.

Divus cleared his throat. "Hunt. We will look at this matter later. Schoenheit is under your responsibility for now. Meet me after classes are over. Now be a good boy and go to your seat." He continued on with classes after Rook had agreed.

He walked over to his sit and placed Vil on his desk. He was receiving looks and whispers, mostly about how cute Vil is or what mishap has caused the prefect to turn into a sapling. Either way, he’s getting more attention now. Rook sighed and leaned on his arm, "You’re adorable." He poked Vil’s chubby cheeks and received a smile in return. Only four pieces of teeth are shown and it sent the blond squealing and bouncing on his seat.

“Hunt!”

“Apologies, professor!”

Ah, small babbles and giggles had made the class chuckle in delight.

"Vil is already stunning, it’s no surprise–" Cater snapped another picture. "—that him being so small would make him so cute!" he cooed and squished Vil’s cheeks. Rook snatched the little boy from the third-year. "Of course! He is the Vil Schoenheit after all," he proclaimed whilst Cater just shrugged and continued to admire the shrunken dorm leader.

Vil was placed on the table once lunchtime came, some have approached and played with him for his cuteness. He loved the attention but getting too much cheeks squishes and hearing loud noises had made him cry. Which resulted in Rook getting protective and shooing the students away. All except Cater who’s very much gentle with the kid.

Now, little Vil is sucking on sliced apples while Rook looked around for a certain first-year. He texted him once more.

    What’s taking you so long?

Epel responded.

    I'm sorry! Professor Trein held me back.

Placing his phone back on the table and adjusting his hat, Rook looked at Vil who stared at him while sucking on the fruit. "Is there anything you want?" he asked.

"Appie..." Vil babbled and released the apple from his mouth. Rook pouted and took the slobbery fruit from him and cut it into smaller bits.

"Don’t you have any clothes for him?" Cater had asked.

"Non. As if I would have any clothes for an infant."

"Senior!" someone called out along with fast footsteps, "Ah, Epel. Finally," breathed Rook.

Epel slowed down into a walk once he has gotten closer to the third-years, "What’s the problem– oh.." he began to ask, yet the moment his eyes settled on the little Vil happily eating the small apple slices, he has gotten his answer.

"How?"

"I have no clue."

Sighing, the first-year scratched his head. "At least he isn’t going to nag again," he mumbled.

"Did you say something?"

"N-Nothing! Have you asked Professor Crewel?" Epel took a seat beside his senior.

"Professor Crewel said to meet him after classes. You and I have taken full responsabilité over small Roi des Poison."

"W-Why am I involved?"

In the midst of the conversation, Vil’s eyes have caught sight of the feather that adorned Rook’s hat. His stubby legs trembled as he pushed himself up from where he sat. He reached his small hands out then plucked the feather from Rook’s hat. Cater looked up from his phone and quickly grabbed the baby before he could topple over the table.

Rook and Epel snapped their heads over to see Cater holding the laughing baby before he placed him back on the table. "Vil–" Rook furrowed his eyebrows at the sight of the feather in Vil’s hand. His own gloved fingers touched his hat before pouting, “Ah. I suppose you could have that for now,” he sighed. Vil giggled loudly whist waving the feather. “Ookie!” he cheered.

“Yes, I’m Ookie.”

“He’s cute.” Epel commented and gently pulled the baby to where he sat. Vil innocently tilted his head to the first year, he thrust the feather to Epel and waved it. The purple-haired student blinked and gave a small smile, “He can stay like this. I’m fine with it.”

“Then you take care of him.”

"I don't know how—"

A sudden stench was smelt by the third-years. Even Cater had scrunched his face, "Did he..." he began. Rook slowly looked at the quiet toddler on the table, Epel stared at him with wide eyes. Vil was just blinking and the feather he had fun playing was now being held gently on his lap. All three students stared at each other before Epel raised his hands, "Not it!" "Cater, you do it."  "Ah well, you see Riddle needs me! I need to go now! See ya, little Vil!’

Cater quickly stood up and ran out of the cafeteria. Rook groaned and looked back at the baby. Vil's big purple eyes innocently looked at the vice dorm leader and sent his little smile. Poking his tongue on the inside of his cheeks, the hunter picked up toddler, and stood up. "Monsieur Apple Princess, come and assist me to Mr. Sam's shop!"

"B-But—!"

Rook rubbed his face in distress. Little Vil has scattered the powder everywhere, he doesn't want to sit still, and he tried to touch the makeup pallettes that Rook accidentally left on the bed. Epel was trying to distract the little boy with the plushies they have purchased, however it seems like Vil was more interested on trying to eat makeup bruhes.

"I thought he was a good baby..."

Epel deadpanned and shook his head. "Babies are too curious with stuff. Vil— I-I mean senior Vil wasn't an exception, I guess," he stated and gave the bee stuff toy to Vil. The feather that was plucked from Rook's hat is now forgotten as it stayed on the bed.

The vice dorm leader sighed and grabbed Vil once more. "Roi des Poison, do stay still," he practically begged. A hunter does get tired too, you know. Little Vil giggled loudly before biting on the bee. Quickly, Rook laid the baby's lower half on the diaper and swiftly attached it around his hips. Just in time as Vil started to wiggle and babbled before crawling away.

"Fini! [Finished!]"

Vil crawled towards Epel and sat in between his legs. He started to babble incoherent words that made both males confused. "Huh?" they said.

A knock came on Rook's door. "Vice dorm leader?"

"Come in!"

A Pomefiore student peeked his head in, his eyes going to Vil, who's eyes are starting to water as he continued to nibble on the bee, for a brief moment before looking at Rook. "Professor Crewel is calling for you in the lab," he said.

With a nod, Epel carried the sniffling baby as both males headed over to Pomefiore's laboratory. There, Divus was crouched right beside the cauldron, inspecting what seems to be a broken vile. "Professor," Epel called out as he bounced Vil in his arms.

The older male hummed and held up the broken vile. "Hunt, do you have any idea what happened before Schoenheit turned into a child?"

Rook shook his head before walking towards the cauldron. He looked inside then glanced over at the spilt potion on the ground. "Is this nectar from a Hibiscus flower?" he asked. Just as those words slipped from his lips, Vil started to wail.

Epel reflexively started to bounce the child in his arms more. "Shhhh.." he shushed and poked the saliva-drenched bee to him yet, to no avail, the dorm leader still continued to cry.

Divus hummed. "I knew it. It appears Schoenheit tried to create another moisturizer by using nectars from both Hibiscus and Hydrangea flowers," he began before walking over to the cabinets.

"Isn't Hibiscus nectar...." Epel trailed off. "I don't know how to say it but...fragile to other elements?" He continued to hush the little baby that continued to wail. Rook, being worried by Vil's sudden tantrum, approached the two and took him in his arms.

"Rather than fragile, Hibiscus nectar has a strong trigger effect on other elements . Pouring more than three drops of its nectar can cause a big error to the chemicals. I believe Schoenheit accidentally dropped it and spilled more than half of the vile into the cauldron. The room smells, he must've inhaled quite the smoke." Divus went back to the cauldron, holding viles with two different colored liquids.

"So, him being in the cabinets meant that he tried to reverse the spell.." Rook hummed as Vil clinged on his chest. Sniffling and hiccuping as he made grabby hands towards Epel who held the little bee.

"Correct," Divus commented. Carefully, the professor poured the liquids into Vil's unfinished product. Meawhile, Epel had given the little bee to Vil, the toddler taking it into his arms and proceeds to cuddle with it.

"Do you have any milk formula?"

"No/Non." replied the two students.

With a click of his tongue, Divus sucked the finished elixir into a syringe. "It's now your turn to find a way on how to make him drink this. By the look in his eyes, you'll be having a hard time to make Schoenheit drink this." He gave the syringe to Epel before bidding his students farewell.

Rook has never been THIS tired. Taking care of a little kid, his dorm leader at that, was something he did underestimate. He has misjudged Vil being a sweetheart as a child. Who knew the most beautiful man in the whole school shared his own mishaps in his early days. Of course, Rook wouldn't be surprised at this point. Vil is full of surprises after all. They have only knew each other for three years, there is still more to uncover.

"Ah..." Epel opened his mouth as he gently moved Vil's head. He tried to make the young one to mimic him but, as soon as Vil's eyes locked overbat the syringe, his small hand went flying, nearly hitting the syringe before burying his face on Rook's chest.

"No!" he whined.

"Vil.." Rook grumbled and took a deep breath before smiling. "Do you want more apples, Roi des Poison?"

"Appie!" cheered little Vil once he looked up at the vice dorm leader.

Green eyes looked towards the young freshman. "Come now, Monsieur Apple Princess. I have errands to run and a uniform to clean."

My, my, it seems little Vil has drooled on our hunter's uniform.

"Are you sure this will work?" asked Epel who placed the child on his bed. The two now resided in Vil's room as it was the safest place for Vil to return back to his normal state. Yes, the baby only has his diaper on so, there was a big possibility for him to be naked once he shifted back.

Rook pulled the syringe's needle out of the small apple slice. The now empty container placed out of reach as he could see Vil's curious eyes staring at it. "I'm sure it will!" Rook gleamed before handing the apple slice to Vil.

The child eagerly took the fruit and ate it. His two sets of teeth biting down on it while his lips began to suck. Epel groaned and rubbed his face. "He's not eating it! I-I mean—"

"Just enjoy your last taste of freedom of speech before he comes back to normal, Epel."

Rook placed the blanket on Vil's head before placing his hands on his hips. He watched Vil eat the whole fruit with a small giggle. The confused freshman blinked, about to respond before a big gush of smoke scattered around the room, leading both males to cough and cover their noses.

"Ugh..."

As they continued to swatting the smoke away from their faces, the blanket now held a bigger body from the little child that once sat on the bed. Once the smoke was cleared off, Rook looked over at the bed and big smile of relief danced acrossed his face.

"Roi des Poison! You're back!"

Vil moved the blanket away from his head and massaged his temples. Groaning and blinking his eyes once he has completely adjusted. "What happened?" he mumbled and looked at Rook and Epel with confusion. "What are the two of you doing in my room?" He furrowed his eyebrows, his sharp purple eyes now held authority and not the sweet little innocence it once carried.

Epel stiffened and gulped. All the relaxation that he felt when Vil was a sapling disappeared. He was nervous now. Vil is back to the way he was.

"I-I.." he tried to think of excuse. Oh, thank Rook for intervening!

"I'll explain everything once you dress up, Roi des Poison. You might get a cold!"

"Why am I naked?!"

[twistinghearts]

Little Miss Perfect

Fem!Vil x Fem!Rook based on the song Little Miss Perfect. 

Vill was at the top of her game, top of the dorm, no, top of the school. Perfect skin, perfect hair, perfect grades. Everyone in the school wanted to date her or be her, and yet it still felt like something was missing? Was being little miss perfect not enough? Perhaps it was just the temptation of things that would lead her astray, she didn't need things like that. Getting in trouble, relaxing and experiencing love. Those were things she didn't know and didn't need.  

"Rooke. Are you free to come over tonight?" 

"Oui!" Rooke readily agreed,  "A sleepover with Reine de Poisons, I simply couldn't refuse." 

Vill let out a slight sigh. It always seemed to slip her mind at how oddly excited her Vice could be. "It's nothing of the sort. I just need someone to review my essay for Professor Trein."

"As you wish. I shall look forward to tonight." Rooke skipped off down the hallway, leaving Vill shaking her head and denying the excitement boiling within her. 

What happened that night was iconic~ 

"Here, I made us some iced apple tea." Rooke sat her self down on the bed across from the perfect prefect, holding out the cup. "It's a special blend to conform with your dietary preferences." 

One of Vill's eyebrows perked, and after a moments hesitation she took the cup and brought the straw to her lips. Rooke did the same enjoying her own, that bright smile still gracing her lips. 'How adorable,' Vill thought quickly biting her lip to change the train of thought. "Good?" Green eyes matched with her violet ones. "Very." Vill quickly turned back to the papers in front of her, "Back to work now." 

The study date went on normally for a few minuets, no hours. How had it gotten so late? It hardly felt like time was passing. 

"May I braid your hair?" Rooke asked, rising from her spot on the bed to stand behind her leader. "Why?" Was Vill's short answer, not bothering to look up from her paper.

"So I can see your face better."

That got Vill to stop; her throat tightening, heart beating faster. 

"I'm only joking. Well partly." Rooke's hands set on the others shoulders. "You keep pushing it behind your ear and it keeps falling forward." 

Of course the hunter would notice something like that. Her sense were so sharp. Could she hear Vill's heart beating right now?

"Fine."

There was no response other than a happy giggle before Rooke wove her fingers into the other's hair, skillfully parting and pulling it into a french braid. Vill had fully intended to go back to working but this feeling came over her. Was this what butterflies were? Eyes slid shut, her head titling back into the touch. A relieved breath slips out between her rose glossed lips. This feeling, it was nice. Everything seemed to slip away for a moment.

After securing her own scrunchie at the end of the braid, Rooke leaned down to whisper in Vill's ear. "All done." Her breath was so warm. "The look suits you." Her face was so close. "I'm not surprised. You are always beautiful."

Perhaps it had been that she was still relaxed, or that enticing smile that ultimately drew her in but the next thing Vill knew is that her lips were pressed against the others. It was nice. She hadn't expected her lips to feel so soft. That butterfly feeling was back, that excitement was bubbling insider her again. Happiness.

Vill's eyes momentarily met with her own in the reflection of her desk mirror and she realized her mistake. "No no no n-no no nono." She jumped away stumbling back and onto her bed.

"What's wrong?" Despite the initial shock Rooke quickly recovered. "I thought it was a nice kiss." 

"I don't need distractions." Vill couldn't risk falling from the top. "Love is something I don't even know." Her hand was over her mouth eyes wide with horror. What had she done. 

The persistent vice remained calm taking a seat besides the bashful beauty. "Love isn't something you know. It's something you find." Her hands clasped onto Vill's free one, soft thumbs rubbing over the back of her hand to help calm her down but her heart was still fluttering. "This is absurd. I have to stay straight forward. I can't afford distractions."

"Mon Reine, falling in love doesn't mean falling off your throne. It's just something new." Rooke leaned forward and pressed her lips to her queens soft cheek.  "No matter what, to me you'll still be little miss perfect."

[disownedbytiime]

I really think Epel will poison someone, could be Vil, could be someone else.

I’ve been reading their lines again and Epel has a line (I think it’s for when you max him?) that says something like: ‘(with this power or whatever) I can now put someone to sleep.’

That line makes me think Epel will be the one doing the poisoning (instead of Vil like many people predict), probably his poison will make someone fall into a deep sleep, like with Snow White.

Now if you think about it, if he ends up doing that it feels like Epel becomes the Evil Queen. But I don’t think it’s the case. If he represents the poisoned apple itself, then it definitely makes sense he’ll poison someone.

Now if the victim is Vil (since you know, he has enough reason to do it), then that will make him Snow White, which would be kinda weird but fair.

But if the victim is not Vil, but someone else; and if Vil is the one that makes Epel poison that other person, then it’ll definitely make them the Evil Queen with her poisoned apple. Which are their motifs.

The end of chapter 4 gave us what could be considered their positions: Vil -> Evil Queen, Rook -> Hunter, Epel -> Snow White. But what if Epel was running away because he didn’t want to poison people at Vil’s command? Not because Vil was just being mean (like in Epel’s ceremonial uniform story)

Epel could end up betraying Vil and moving to “our” side while asking for help, maybe later Rook could too. And Vil remains the villain.

I think it’s a bit far fetched, and that’d mean Vil is against someone else (And I really doubt it’s the Prefect, again lots of people predict that but I feel it’s unwarranted) but I’ve been liking this theory too.

Of course, my favorite theory still is that Epel will poison/challenge/defeat Vil, but those are personal delusions 🤗

[peachrabbit-twst]

TWST EP 6-66-4 (Tower 1)

S.T.Y.X. Tartarus - Emergency Exit

VIL: We didn’t have a chance to talk after our little reunion before diving into enemy territory. VIL: There are a few things I want to say to all of you while I can.

ROOK: What is it, Roi du Poison?

VIL: First of all, Rook. VIL: You’ve abandoned your duties as the Pomefiore vice housewarden. VIL: I’ve never had to worry about how you conduct yourself as the vice housewarden, and I assumed I never would. However… VIL: While the entire school is in chaos after the raid by S.T.Y.X., VIL: You selfishly take off by yourself? As housewarden, I can’t overlook that.

ROOK: ……

EPEL: Please wait! Rook knew you were in trouble, so he-

VIL: Silence. VIL: My being in trouble and Rook abandoning his duties are two different matters. VIL: At this moment all the vice housewardens back at school are taking over the housewarden duties to keep their dormitory from falling into chaos. VIL: I’m ashamed that my choice of vice housewarden is a man who would abandon all his duties to his dormitory in a fit of emotion.

EPEL: Tha- that’s going too far!

ROOK: Calm down. Vil’s right to be angry. ROOK: From the moment I left the school I was prepared to risk dismissal as vice housewarden.

EPEL: But that’s-

VIL: As for you, Epel, Prefect, have you two any idea how reckless you’ve been? VIL: Weak, helpless chicks who want to be heroes can’t help anyone. VIL: To be blunt, you’re a nuisance.

YUU: - “We couldn’t sit back and do nothing.” - “(He’s right, but it still hurts…)”

VIL: … Fools, the lot of you. VIL: …… Sigh. VIL: That was all I had to say as the Pomefiore housewarden. VIL: What I’m going to say now is as myself, Vil Schoenheit.

ROOK: Huh?

VIL: Honestly, VIL: When Idia told me you all had come to the Island of Woe I could hardly contain myself with delight. VIL: I’ve been holding myself back since I saw your faces earlier. VIL: May I hug you and give you all a kiss?

EPEL+ROOK: Huh!?

Kiss, kiss, kiss

YUU: - “A world-class model kissed me on the cheek…!?” YUU: - “Where did this come from!?”

VIL: Even I can give a hug and kiss of thanks, can’t I? VIL: My Hunter, my Poison Apple, and you, the Ramshackle Dorm Prefect. VIL: … Thank you for coming after me. VIL: I promise I’ll make sure all of you get back to the school safely.

ROOK: That’s our line, Your Majesty the Queen.

EPEL: Hehe! I’m gonna show you what I got too! EPE: Listen to this, I figured out my own signature spell on the way here!

VIL: You what?

ROOK: Indeed! You saw it yourself a short time ago! ROOK: That beautiful glass cage that imprisoned the Charon!

VIL: You mean to say that that was Epel’s signature spell?

EPEL: It was! EPEL: “Sleep Kiss” can enclose another in a barrier to stop them in place. EPEL: Although I can’t pull it off right every time yet, maybe only 3 or 4 times out of 10.

YUU: - “He saved my life with it!” - “It can be used as a shield or as a cage!”

ROOK: At the moment we thought in the assault by the Charon, Epel-kun’s signature spell awoke! ROOK: I have never regretted that my eyes were not equipped with video recorders so much as I have today! ROOK: How I long to have shown you that gallant figure!

VIL: Heh. It truly is a shame I wasn’t there to see that. VIL: However, I’m sure I’ll get to see Epel’s gallant figure plenty in the coming moments.

ROOK: … Ah! You’re right.

EPEL: What’s the matter?

VIL: Prepare yourself, Epel. Something’s coming from below.

Battle Start