#happy birthday vil schoenheit

[boys-reverie]

vil would eat levi alive.

[lettucebee17]

RookVil Tournament Victory Fic (doubles as a Vil birthday fic)

This took longer than I wanted it to because I got really sick. But, it worked out because it's also a happy birthday to Vil now!!

Summary: Set in their second year, Vil is really stressed from his vice housewarden duties and the superficial birthday wishes he's receiving from everyone on campus. Luckily, Rook's there to cheer him up (and gets offered a promotion for next year in the process)

Full fic under cut if you don't want to read it on ao3:

By the end of the school day Vil had decided that if anyone else had the nerve to wish him a happy birthday or offer him more flowers or designer clothes, he was going to curse everyone at NRC and then himself. He was already exhausted from Pomefiore’s housewarden pushing his duties onto Vil all week in ‘preparation for next year’ - the endless birthday wishes laced with fake smiles and urges to get closer to the model for superficial reasons were enough to push him over the edge. He had dumped a bouquet into the trash directly in front of Cater Diamond, and the other sophomore still felt it fit to offer Vil his own gift - some bag that had been trending on Magicam. Collapsing into his dorm room with as much grace and dignity as he could still manage, Vil slumped back to hear the clicking of his door as it shut with his weight.

With a heavy sigh, Vil attempted to compose himself as he stepped further into his room, thankful - not for the first time - that a certain huntsman had annoyed his roommate to the point of permanently staying in another room. He tossed the last of his flowers into a trashcan by his desk, unceremoniously discarding the rest of his gifts in a pile on his dresser - designer clothes should never just be thrown away, no matter how much Vil didn’t want them, he’d sort through them later. It took the last of his strength to make it to his makeup table before crumbling into the padded seat, arms and head falling onto the surface in front of him. He let the rhythmic tapping of a branch against his window lull him into a sense of calm - finally receiving the quiet peace he’d been longing for all day.

The peace lasted only a moment before the tapping became more insistent. The sound of a branch quickly morphed into the sound of someone knocking lightly on his window, and Vil only knew one person foolish enough to scale the walls of the dorm just to climb in through Vil’s window - afterall, it wasn’t the first time Rook had done it. Against his better judgment, Vil felt a swell in his chest as he lifted his head to see Rook smiling through the glass, one hand holding his hat on his head against the wind and the other gripping the sill of the window to keep from falling. Despite all of Vil’s careful training, Rook would always be a Savanaclaw student at heart it would seem. Sighing, Vil unwittingly urged his exasperation to return as he stood from his chair to open the window for his friend. 

“Bonjour, mon ami!” Not quite fully trained in the graceful ways of Pomefiore yet, Rook tumbled into Vil’s room the same way he always did before carefully adjusting the strap of his messenger bag and standing up straight again - the wide grin never leaving his face. If Vil had been in a slightly better mood he may have chuckled at the display. Instead, he took a shaky breath and crossed his arms, trying to maintain the unapproachable demeanor that had been failing him all day. Rook’s unsettlingly perceptive eyes narrowed indecipherably for only a second, though his smile still didn’t falter. He rummaged into his bag as he spoke again, otherwise unperturbed by Vil’s poise. “I’ve painted you something for your birthday!”

Fantastic, another painting. Rook’s would be the sixth painting he received today and, though he had no doubt Rook’s would be the most skillful by far, Vil was nearly certain the subject would be the same. Vil Schoenheit was vain, of course he would want a painting of himself - what else could a model possibly want a painting of? As he prepared himself to tell Rook off for his ignorance, knowing nothing he could ever say would truly dissuade him, the hunter gently pulled a small canvas from his bag, presenting it to Vil. It wasn’t a rendition of his own face, like he’d been expecting. Rather, the canvas that found its way into his hands held a landscape - a bench in the NRC courtyard under a dormant apple tree covered in a light dusting of snow, the sky above the buildings rich in the colors of a beautiful midwinter sunrise, not a student to be seen, not a single footprint marring the fresh snow. 

“I aimed to capture the beauty of your simple serenity in the medium of oil paints. The strong elegance of the winter sunrise reflects your harsh determination and magnificent passion…” Vil’s eyes widened as he began to tune out Rook's typical, ceaseless prattling. It wasn’t just a simple bench that Rook had painted, it was the bench where they’d first met, Vil’s favorite bench. Rook had painted Vil’s favorite spot on campus during his favorite time of the year at his favorite time of the day. Vil hadn’t even been aware that Rook had noticed such things about him. The closer he looked at the painting, the more of himself he noticed in the brush strokes. The predominant purple of the lighting, the single frozen apple that had yet to be plucked from the branches of the tree, the open spellbook hanging over the arm of the bench. It wasn’t a painting of him like all the other gifts he’d received had been - at least not the him he could easily see should he glance at a mirror. Instead, it was a painting of his very essence, a painting of all the things no one truly noticed about Vil. It was a painting of all the things that were hidden just under the beautiful surface that no one dared to scratch - no one but Rook.

“When did you have time to paint this without me noticing?” Vil interrupted Rook’s tirade with a voice filled with awe he couldn’t quite cover up. They spent nearly every moment outside of classes with each other and the vice housewarden could hardly believe he hadn’t noticed Rook working on such a painting that looked like it must have taken hours to complete. Having been ripped from his speech at the question, Rook’s eyes darted to the ground sheepishly as a gloved hand came up to rub at the back of his neck.

“Well…” Vil’s meticulously shaped eyebrows lifted as he tilted his head at his friend. “I may have skipped a few classes?” The huntsman flinched as if he feared Vil might scold him - and he may have, if the feelings swirling in his heart weren’t so soft and warm. Instead, Vil simply sighed with a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as the corners of his eyes crinkled in a certain fondness he hadn’t felt until meeting Rook.

“You’re going to make a terrible vice housewarden next year, aren’t you?” Rook stood stock-still at the statement as Vil gently rested the painting on his desk, making a mental note to find a frame for it.

“And why would I be vice housewarden, my dear Vil?” Rook’s confidence was quick to return though Vil could still see the traces of uncertainty and hope dancing in his green eyes.

“I couldn’t very well choose anyone else, now could I? Not when I have such an obvious choice right in front of me.” His hands now free, Vil stepped closer to Rook, gently grasping the strap of his bag, using the extra height from his heels to tower over the already slightly shorter boy, daring him to do something. Daring him to act on the months of compliments, physical contact, and downright flirting that Vil still couldn’t decide if were specific to him or a side effect of Rook simply being the way he was. The challenge was thin, Vil’s eyes searching for the slightest hint of discomfort that would cause him to back away. Rook hummed thoughtfully as his gaze met Vil’s, unwavering.

“I haven’t a choice then, do I? I suppose I’ll have to accept the offer.” As Vil struggled not to get lost in counting the faint freckles that still remained sprinkled across Rook’s cheeks, he caught a glance of movement as Rook’s eyes darted down, landing on Vil’s lips before hastily returning to his eyes. They stood in a deafening silence for almost longer than Vil could bear before he couldn’t take it and spoke up once again with a huff.

“Well, are you going to kiss me or not?” Vil might have reveled in the way his question caused Rook’s eyes to widen, were it not for the pounding of his heart in his ears.

“Oui!” Rook breathed out his affirmative response but still made no move to follow through. “I’m simply… mustering up the courage.”

“You’ve never had to ‘muster up’ the courage for anything in your life.” The soft laugh that accompanied his words was laced with his nerves.

“That’s not true.” Rook spoke more softly than Vil thought he was capable of. The distance between them seemed to shrink with each quiet word that was spoken. “I had to the day I first spoke to you.”

“I find that hard to believe.” He could feel Rook’s breath dancing on his mouth. He could catalog even the faintest of freckles on the bridge of Rook’s nose. He could feel the vibration of Rook’s noncommittal hum as the hunter reached a warm hand up to cup Vil’s cheek. He could hear his heart skip a beat when their lips finally met.

Within an instant, Vil’s hand slipped from the strap of Rook’s bag and fell to his strong waist - both arms encircling his abdomen to keep him steady as he stretched up on his toes. Rook’s hand not on his cheek quickly tangled itself into Vil’s hair, messing up the careful style he’d spent nearly an hour on that morning - though Vil couldn’t find it in himself to care, not when Rook was kissing him. Not when Rook’s tongue was poking at the seam of his lips and Vil had never felt so giddy in his life.

He was giggling like a child when they pulled apart, urged on by Rook’s lips peppering his cheeks and nose and every inch of his face they could find with little kisses. His lipstick had left a dark tint on Rook’s own lips and Vil didn’t care if it was spreading all over his face as he squeezed Rook’s waist, catching another glimpse of the painting on his desk as Rook captured him in a full embrace.

“Happy birthday, mon amour.” It felt like one now.

[rakiah]

The Violence of Beauty ✨

[sleepypandazzz09]

Guard training.

U can’t tell me this didn’t happen.

Lilia using baul for training 😂

[kaevch]

happy bday to the prettiest boy at the party :)

(the second one was me colouring over the sketch layer to test it out but i ended up liking that too soooo)

9th april 2024.

[deirakizuna]

Because it's Vil's birthday, of course he has to serve

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[eskir]

a birthday - vil x reader

it’s your day, and vil, as your lover, will seek you out and hopefully throw a birthday party for you if he can help it. he wants you to be happy, so he would’ve already asked what kind of party you’d want. would you like it to be a big one or a small one? simple or brimming to the edge with vibrant colors?

maybe a week, or half a month ago, he would’ve started planning. maybe he’s asked various questions over the years, or observed your reaction to the previous one, but either way he knows your preferences.

at the night, when it’s actually happening, he’ll be decked out in his dorm clothes. he would’ve brought the cake for you and set up the candles if you so wished. if you don’t like cake? then a tart, or whichever pastry or sweet treat you’d enjoy. contrary to the thoughts of others, he doesn’t have a diet for you. sure, he’d recommend healthier foods, but in the end he just wants you to be the best version of yourself, and that means being happy.

soft kisses as you take the first bite of the treat, most likely on your head or hands, congratulating you on your birthday. maybe he’d rub his face against yours, and from there you can see his efforts. he is sparkling, galaxy dust on his eyelids. and if you wished, he would’ve applied similar makeup on you, to make you the true star of the show. and even if he didn’t, he’d still rub your cheeks affectionately with his thumb.

to be honest, he’d also take that time to adjust your clothes, smoothing out wrinkles and giving you that smile again. and then the gathering continues.

he’ll have gifted you makeup supplies, if you use them, and skincare items. but don’t doubt for a moment that he wasn’t thinking about you when buying them. these products are selected with only you in mind and the expert eye that gil has honed over the years.

and at the end of the day, when it’s just you and him in your room, you two can cuddle and he’ll listen to all of your tales. maybe about how this was a great birthday or how it could be better, he’d still listen nevertheless. maybe you’ve never had a birthday party before that made you feel loved, or maybe it’s tales of what you wish for your future.

vil wants to be part of that future with you. but he’s content with the present, offering solace everyday. he tries to make your life beautiful, and so he’s glad that he was a part of your celebration. the small part of his heart also finds pride that he was a portion, however small, that made it enjoyable.

so you can sleep the night away with him if you want, and when dawn breaks? vil surprises you with a nutritious and delicious meal. and apart from all the usual skincare he gave to you as a gift?

he has another gift for you, held with those loving eyes and a soft grin.

and you could feel yourself practically falling back in love with him again.

[flipppyflopp]

To you, the fairest one of all ✨

This comic takes place right after the VDC! I like to think that Vil and Rook had a conversation like this after the excitement of the day settles down and they get their stuff from Ramshackle before heading back to Pomefiore. I think that after Vil’s Overblot and Rook’s betrayal that they had a heart to heart similar to this in order to reaffirm where they stand in their relationship, which is by each other’s side as what’s the Fairest Queen without her loyal huntsman?

Once again, happy birthday to Vil! I hope you all enjoyed this comic as much as I did! 💕

[blind0raven]

Happy Birthday Vil 🎉👑🎉

Hopefully I did justice for our beautiful queen!

(Side note: Despite what I posted, I still wanted to post this fanart as I worked hard on it and I would feel bad if I delayed it (its how I am, I just want to at least have this up the very least)

I'm a bit less scared at the moment, but still worried about my dad. I've been heavily advised from my coworkers to take the week off to be with him which I don't exactly know how to feel about. Thank you to those who messaged and reassured me during this time.)

[forgwater]

Late Night Visit To The Kitchen

Happy Birthday to my dear friend, @ferns-island !

Hope you enjoy!~

Vil x Reader

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The hall candelabras burned gently, comforting orange hues warming the stone walls. To the average visitor they’d be quite intimidating, but not to you.

Not when your dear boyfriend is the one ruling over the castle. Housewarden Vil Schoenheit. One of the most critical and exigent students of NRC. With a name that demands respect and adoration.

He holds a sharp cold gaze and as you peer from the kitchen doorway…

You bet you can see him scowling at the cookbook right in front of him. Truly a frightening figure.

His once pristine apron now covered in smudges of flour and cream and the wooden spoon in his hand looks all but ready to be thrown at the wall in what could be assumed as frustration.

“…maybe I should’ve just bought a cake….” you hear him mutter. And unfortunately, a chuckle escapes you. Barely audible… if the kitchen wasn’t almost empty. “I see you find my predicament quite funny, dear.” The blond acknowledges your presence.

“I’m sorry, Vil, but this is quite new!” you excuse. “I wasn’t expecting to find you fighting with a baking recipe this late at night.”

“…I wouldn’t be doing that if my schedule wouldn’t have been filled up at the very last minute. I had plans on mastering this recipe.” He tries to give you a small apologetic look.

“That’s alright! Your effort is very sweet. I appreciate it.” A smile graces his lips at your reassurance.

“You are the sweet one. And I assure you, I have made many plans for your birthday as well as contingency plans.” and you chuckle again.

“So, what is the recipe that’s giving you a hard time? Maybe I can help you?” you inquire.

“…I’m afraid it is a secret.” He responds solemnly, but the small smile playing on his lips betrays his playfulness.

“A secret you say… I believe I saw a few lemons on the counter.” you counter, pointing at the yellow fruits.

“Perhaps I just wanted to make some lemonade.”

“You really don’t want to admit it huh…”

“I will admit it when the result is perfect. Until then you’ll have to be patient.” You pout and Vil can’t help but laugh.

“Not fair.”

“I believe it is fair. Now, if you promise to wait patiently, I promise I will reward you with as many kisses as you want. Does that sound good to you, my dear?”

“Hmmmm… as many kisses as I want, are you sure?” you give the blond a mischievous smile.

“Without a shadow of a doubt.”

“Good then!” you turn to leave “But you also have to promise you’ll eat the lemon cake with me!” and with that you dash out of the kitchen, leaving you stunned, yet happy boyfriend to return to his battle with the kitchen utensils.

[localcapricosimp]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY VIL 🙏 🙏 ❤️❤️🎂🎂🛐🛐🛐

MAY THE DAY BE FABULOUS 🙏 🙏

[nawoken]

Awwww, Vil!!! Now, I'm flattered. :'3

[the-banana-0verlord]

Dreamland...(Silver X Reader birthday special)

Notes: This is a bit of an old fic since i wanted to post it on his birthday 😅. Also I’m very bad at making up songs at the top of my hand hehe. GN Reader, very short TvT.

💤💤💤

Vil and Leona were fighting. Again.

Leona had ordered requested you to go take a nap with him, but Vil had stopped it, saying your sleep schedule wouldn’t be consistant if he kept doing it.

You looked at the two adults men screaming at the top of their lungs at each other. They were always squabbling about who would gain your attention, about who would take care of you, or about anything really. Having enough of it, you decided to take a short stroll to clear your mind.

You walked into the walls of Night Raven College, silence filling your ears. It was a sunday afternoon, so the castle was devoid of people. However you noticed someone as you reached the courtyard. You recognised Silver, napping away under a tree. On a whim, you settled on laying down next to him.

He looked so peaceful... You wished you had the same kind of peacefulness. Leona and Vil were usually dragging you left and right and arguing over your head. As you stared at his ethereal face, his eyes fluttered open.

“Hey, he murmured, half-awake.

-Hey. Did I wake you up?

-No, it’s okay, I was bound to wake up eventually.”

You then stayed silent, but it wasn’t an awkward silence. You switched up to lay on your side to face him.

“Ca I ask you a question? You spoke.

-Hm?

-How do you fall asleep so easily?

-I don’t really do it on purpose. Most times, I just pass out without warning. Though, it happens more in quiet places.

-Quiet, huh...

-Also, when I was a kid, Father used to sing me lullabies to get me to sleep. I was always out in seconds.

-Lullabies? Would you mind singing me one?

-Sure.”

Silver had a voice as soft as his features. You looked at him, wondering where he was all your life.

Sleep, little children Come to the land of dreams Here, you’ll find what you yearn for

Sleep, little girl Come to the land of dreams Here, you’ll find what you yearn for

Sleep, little boy Come to the land of dreams Here, you’ll find what your yearn for

Sleep, my little love Come into my arms Together we’ll go to the land of dreams...

Silver’s voice weakened until it was no more as he realised you had fallen asleep. He snuggled close to you and joined you into the prized dreamland.

💤 💤 💤

Leona and Vil looked in anguish at the you two, carefully enterwined into each other’s arms. Without a word, they left you undisturbed.

💤 💤 💤

Have a good day/night!

[rakiah]

More pinup Vil this year too! ✨👑✨

[the-scouts-codex]

I finally got one of Vil’s birthday cards!

There he is! I have been trying to get one of them since year 1! YEAR FREAKING ONE! I NEVER had enough gems or keys when his birthday rolled around. It took all my single keys(20) and all my 10 fold keys (8) 10 pulls, 100 cards. ！Σ(×_×;)!

He literally was the 100th card...card number 100!(ノ｀Д´)ノ彡┻━┻ I was gonna try and pull his 2nd year card but I want to save for the white rabbit event. I want Epel and Deuce. (´ﾉω；`)

Anyways, happy birthday, Vil! Hope you are happy that I spent almost everything on your expensive butt! (He's a luxury dew can afford)

[magicalcraftgirl]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MCG (THATS ME!) & VIL!!! 💜🩵

(⇩Bonus animation as well~♡⇩︎)

2024 Redraw??? ig From 2023~