#incoherent rook musings

[mobagehelllocal]

“i can hold the world in my hands” ver ii - deuce, jade, floyd & silver

A/N: Hello hello I finally finished farming the FGO event. I’m continuing the “i can hold the world in my hands” series with some self-indulging choices~ I won’t write anymore for this series unless people request for it. For the ones who have sent in requests, please do not worry! I will get right on it since that will be my next writing priority~! :)

Now! Without further ado~ Let’s get some fluff!

other versions: ver i (dorm leaders), ver ii (this), ver iii (jamil), ver iv (ruggie, rook, lilia), ver v (trey), ver vi (ace, jack, epel, sebek)

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Underneath his breath, Deuce rapidly muttered out the magical theories written in Riddle’s notes. His brows furrowed, and his mouth, pouted--a soft giggle escaped your lips because you can’t help admire how genuinely adorable he was being. 

You knew about his past--he had already told you that he used to be a delinquent, and that he worried his mother so much so that he wanted to change his image in high school. He was doing his best to be a model student--the type of student he thought, would make his mother proud. It was sweet, and it made you want to cheer him on as much as possible.

You quietly slid a drink his way, just something he can use to refresh himself with--studying magic theory was difficult. It wasn’t exactly for everyone. It was something you couldn’t help with either, because regardless of how much you tried to understand--you had no magic. You would never be able to really comprehend the topic. So, the most you can do was sit by his side, give him a drink and maybe snacks when he looked really stressed.

Seeing the drink at the corner of his eye, Deuce closed the notebook and leaned his head back against his seat.

“My head hurts.” he whined, and you laughed.

“But you’re almost done.” you placed a hand on his shoulder, and he hummed as you rubbed it gently, “just a little more.”

“I might need a break.” he said after a moment of silence, the faintest glitter of mischief in his green eyes was definitely the delinquent in him. You smiled, you loved this about him too-of course.

“Hm...” you tapped your lower lip, “then let me tell you a trick I learnt back home.”

He tilted his head in interest, and you shot him a grin.

“Did you know, I can hold the world in my hands?”

“What?” he gaped, you chuckled at his expression--leave it to Deuce to actually believe you meant it--literally. “Wait, how? Like is it magic? But no it’s not magic, you don’t have magic--so wait how does that work--”

Your hands land on his cheeks, and you squished his face.

“What are you doing?” he shot you a quizzical look.

“Holding the world.” you winked. He stared at you confused.

“I...” you tilted your head, patiently waiting for him to respond. “I don’t get it.” he said finally, and a snort slipped out of you, followed by a guffaw. In fact, you’re so amused, you begin to tear up, and your hands slip away to cover your mouth.

“What? Why are you laughing Prefect? I really don’t get it!” He had a genuinely frustrated expression on his face, and it makes you laugh even harder.

“Oh you adorable boyfriend of mine.” you pinched his cheeks, and he lets out a yelp. “I mean that you’re my world.”

“Oh.” his eyes are wide, and you give him several more moments to understand what you tried to convey to him. “Oh... you mean... I’m your... that is...”

“Yes.” You nodded firmly, “you’re my world Deuce.”

He stared back at you, genuinely amazed, as heat crawled up his face. “I’m-- that is--eh--you” he shakily cleared his own throat, before his hands moved to cup your cheeks as well.

“You...” his face turned a brilliant shade of red reminiscent to a certain dorm leader’s. “you’re my world too.”

When Ace and Grimm returned to the dorm room bringing even more snacks, they’re met by the sight of the the two of you sitting a space a part, with beet red faces. Ace and Grimm shared an expression of disgust.

“Eww.”

--

When Jade couldn’t entertain you because he was busy doing errands for Azul, or working at Mostro Lounge--he would calmly slip an arm around your waist, and lead you off to relax in his bedroom. He would usher you into his bed, wrap you tight in his blankets, before leaving to go back to whatever he was doing.

So here you were, wrapped snugly in his blankets, blinking slowly as you had just awoken from a brief nap. The door opened, and Jade slipped in with a tray of your favourite drink from Mostro Lounge.

“Good afternoon my flower,” he greeted softly, “did you have a good nap?”

“Mhm... yeah.” You blinked rapidly, trying to shoo the sleep away now that your beau was here. “you spoil me too much Jade.”

“Ohoh... I’ll have to disagree,” his lips curled into that familiar smile that made your heart skip several beats. The same smile that made you fall head over heels for the merman. “I do not believe I spoil you enough.” He gently gave you your drink, and placed the tray down onto the bedside table. You take the straw, and slip it between your lips as you watched him undress his outer layers, at a slow pace. He put his hat down, carefully folded his scarf at the end of the bed, and slipped off his outer blazer. When he looked up, and caught your gaze, his smile widened.

“Oh my. Is there a reason you were staring, my flower?” You felt your whole face flush red at that.

“N-no!” you stuttered out, and his eyes slid shut, making him all the more devious looking.

“Please stop teasing me Jade.”

“I can’t help it. It comes naturally to me.” He chuckled lightly, as he removed his bowtie, and took a seat next to you. He noticed you were done with your drink, and without saying anything, grabbed it, to put on the bedside table. You couldn’t help but pout a little.

“Jade--I want to do something for you too.” ‘Or rather, I wish I could fluster you the way you do to me.’

“Hm?” he wrapped an arm around your waist before he gently pulled you up against him. You basically slackened in his arms, and his smile had a glint of amusement. What people seemed to forget was that as Floyd’s twin brother, Jade gave some pretty great tight hugs too. You could spend all day in his arms if you could.

“This is enough for me, flower.” he said, as he rearranged the two of you to be lying down on his bed--with you halfway on top of him.

“Yeah but... I feel like you’ve given me so much--and I don’t give back a fraction of what you do.” He tilted his head, his gold and olive eyes glimmered with affection. “You can try.” He said, his lips curled. You puffed your cheeks, and he chuckled as he stroked your back, while you buried your head in the crook of his neck.

‘What can I do for him?’ You nuzzled your head. ‘Or rather--I want to him to be flustered. I want him to blush. What can I do?’ Sensing that you were deep in thought, his lips curled even more, before he shut his eyes, waiting patiently for whatever it was you would throw at him. That, was what was fun with you after all. You weren’t very predictable, and it gave Jade a thrill.

When you suddenly moved away from his hold, he opened his eyes, to find you staring at him determinedly from above.

“My my...” his lips curled, “isn’t this a sight I can get used to?”  You feel your flush rise all the way to your ears.

“Jade!” he chuckled in response.

“I do apologize flower.” he quirked his brow. “so what are you planning on doing now?”

You steadied yourself above him and took in a deep breath.

“Jade, do you know I know how to hold the world in my hands?” He arched a fine brow at that. You could tell he didn’t think it was possible, but that he would humor you for now.

“Oh? I haven’t heard about this before.” he looked at you thoughtfully, “how exactly would one go about holding the world?”

When he feels your fingers slide across his jawline, and curve around his cheeks--he blinked in wonder.

His normally heavy lidded eyes went wide, his brows raised, his lips were parted ever so slightly and the slightest rush of pink rose to his cheeks.

Jade--startled and flustered--you had rarely seen such a face.

“I’m holding my world in my hands.” you said, with such a beautiful, tender smile that Jade’s heart instantly fluttered in excitement. His smile bloomed again--except this one wasn’t sly, or amused--but sincere and filled with love. His blush was still there, just the slightest shade of pink--but you can see it--and you couldn’t help but bask in your success.

“Oya... you remain the only one who can surprise me like this.” he chuckled softly, as he reached out a gloved hand to pull your face closer to his. He pressed a soft, but heated kiss on your lips. Once he pulled away, you regarded him with a pink face.

“How cute.” he muttered, and the next thing you knew--was that he flipped your positions.

“Jade!” you squeaked lightly, and he smiled in response. With his bigger frame, it was easy for him to grab both of your hands and keep them beside your head. Meanwhile his other leg moved between your thighs. “Jade!” your breath hitched in response, and this time for sure--there was a very satisfied smirk on his lips.

“I do apologize my flower, but I couldn’t help myself with you being as cute as you are.” He leant down to kiss your forehead, then nose, cheek and finally lips. “Won’t you show me cuter expressions?”

“--!”

“Yes,” he mused “just like that...” he trailed off as he moved to kiss you once more.

--

When you enter Mostro Lounge in search of Floyd, you’re immediately greeted by Azul.

“Ah, you’re here.” Azul nodded in acknowledgement, “Floyd is... having one of his terrible moods...”

“Say no more.” Azul breathed a sigh of relief, thanking the Witch of the Seas that you were always willing to reign in your boyfriend--especially when Jade was out, busy. “I’ll handle it. Is he in his room?” When he gave you an affirmative nod, you went on your way. The Octavinelle students parted around you--all shooting you thankful expressions in the process.

You knocked gently on his door, only to hear incoherent grumbling. You giggled to yourself, pushed open the door, and playfully peeked in. Floyd was hidden underneath his quilt--making it look like there was a huge mound just shifting around on the bed.

“Azul go away.” the mound shook, and you almost let out an ‘awww.’

“Nope~” you said in a sing-song tone. “Guess who?”  

The mound paused, before Floyd’s head peaked out of the covers. The lifeless frown on his face immediately turned into a smile often reserved only for you. Your heart melted at his change of expression, and the gleam of adoration on it--but you also felt a little sad, it’s not as bright as it normally was.

“Shrimpy!” He quickly sat upright, and opened the blanket in invitation. With a smile, you took off your shoes, before Floyd impatiently pulled you into his arms, and underneath the blanket. He repositioned the two of you so that you were sitting on his lap, with your legs wrapped around his waist, his arms around your own waist, and his face nuzzled into your neck. You could also feel the way he wrapped the blanket around you, and the following squeeze he gave.  

“Hello Floyd~ how are you?”

“Better now that you’re here.” was his muffled reply, and you felt your face warm.

“Why, did something happen?” You felt him shrug.

“Nothing. Just sad.”

“Aww.” you reach up a hand to brush through his hair, and he hugged you tighter in response.

‘How could I cheer Floyd up?’

The thing with having Floyd as your boyfriend, meant that you often had to come up with different ways to cheer him up. Often, a method you used once wouldn’t work twice. The one method that always worked was if you submitted yourself to his cuddles for as long as he wanted.

The reason you came up with different methods was--

Well.

You loved him. Truly. Even if you knew it was normal for him to be as moody as he was--you never wanted to see Floyd sad. So you were always just willing to come up with ways to cheer him up.

‘So what could I do...’ While you were thinking, Floyd rubbed his cheek against yours absentmindedly, and your eyes widened in realization. ‘I can do that!’

“Floyd, baby, can you look at me?”

“Hngh...”

“Come on, just a second okay?” you coaxed gently, until he pulled back and stared at you with a confused pout.

“Shrimpy... why... I want to keep cuddling...” he whined softly.

“Listen to this Floyd.” You slid your arms away from his waist, at which he made a mournful noise that broke your heart.

“You know, I can hold the world in my hands.”

“I don’t care.” his pout grew severe as his hold on you tightened.

“Come now, let me at least show you how I can do it--then we can go back to the cuddles.”

“... Fine... just so we can cuddle fas--”

When he feels your hands slip to cup his face gently, he stared at you in surprise. Your eyes grew tender as he finally met your gaze.

“There we go. I’m holding the world in my hands.”

“Shrimpy...” he stared at you, awed, ‘for you to think this of him... he feels....’

‘He feels.’

His face lit up with the big smile that you’ve come to so ardently love.

“And there’s the smile I love!--” you let out a yelp when you’re suddenly tackled down onto the bed.

“Floyd?”

Floyd looked down at you, and you gulped a little at that gleam of mischief in his two-toned eyes and that slight curl on his lip...

“I too~ Will show Shrimpy... how important you are to me...”

“Wait--mhm!”

“Mhm~ I love you too Shrimpy~”

--

Silver was asleep again.

You smiled wryly to yourself, as you carded your fingers through his hair. When he hadn’t picked you up after class, you knew you’d find him here--in this meadow. His last class for today was flying, with this meadow being at the midpoint between the field and your classroom. This wasn’t the first time he hadn’t shown up to pick you up, only to have fallen asleep here.

You were always worried about Silver--worried about where he might accidentally fall asleep, and in the chance he gets endangered by it. You tried not to--after all, you knew he was a knight, and how well he did his job when... well... when he was awake.

Whenever you conveyed your worries to Silver, he always dismissed it--saying that he had gotten used to it, and that he had never gotten in danger before.

But what was he expecting? For you to be able to completely stop worrying?

You cared about him very deeply--after all, you loved him.

So you did what you could do given the circumstance--you tried to see him as often as possible. Just to make sure he was awake. He had originally raised a brow at your sudden... well... clingy tendencies... but all in all didn’t seem to be suspicious.

Lilia knew though, and the old man laughed.

“He really should stop making you fret... it’s not very knightly of him.” Lilia’s smirk revealed the tip of his fangs.

“It’s really not because of the sudden sleeping,” you confessed, “either way, I’ll always be worried for him...because...” you flushed red, and Lilia’s smirk widened. “I really do love him.”

“It makes me happy to see you so devoted to that child.” he mused. “I genuinely am... but”

“But?”

“But little one, you really should explain it to him--your worry that is.”

“I’ve tried Lilia.” you frowned, “I can’t seem to get it across to him.”

“I’m certain you just haven’t tried everything you can do.” he gestured for you to lower yourself so he can pat you warmly on the head. “Why don’t you tell him how important he is to you?”

“I’m sure you can do something about our Silver.”

You idly wondered how to go about Lilia’s advice, when you noticed movement on your lap. You looked down to see Silver’s pale, tangled lashes flickering ever so slightly.

“Good morning Silver...”

He blinked blearily up at you.

“Ah... did I... fall asleep?”

“Mhm.” you hummed, his eyes slipped shut again.

“Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” ‘I’m used to it.’

“Your lap is comfortable.” he murmured, and the light flush that had already been in your cheeks since you decided to put his head on your lap--darkened considerably.

“Why don’t you tell him how important he is to you?”

You weren’t very good at serious things, but maybe that played a part in why Silver didn’t really understand your worry.

“Hey... Silver?”

“Hm?”

“Did you know... I could hold the world in my hands?” His nose scrunched up, and he opened his eyes to gaze up at you.

“Is that... possible?”

“Yeah.” you hesitated as you stopped stroking his hair. “can I show you?”

He nodded his head as well as he could from his position when he felt the way you place your palms against his cheeks. His eyes widened as he stared into your own glimmering ones.

“You’re my world, Silver.”

He exhaled at that, and he momentarily shut his eyes in irritation at himself. ‘I’ve made her needlessly worry about me, haven’t I?’

“I... I don’t know how much I can promise you.” He started, “Lord Malleus... even my old man... they don’t fully understand my condition but... I’ll try to stay awake more.”

“If you can’t... can you sleep in a more crowded place? Like maybe where people will see you at least. So they know where you are.” He blinked at your suggestion before he nodded.

“I think I can do that.”

“That’s good.” you sighed in relief, and just as you were about to move away, Silver reached for your own cheek. He stroked it, before he guided your face closer to his own.

‘From this angle--’

“You know, from this angle...” he smiled very gently, and you felt hot, all the way to the tips of your ears. He was so beautiful--his features so delicate--he was like a prince. “All I see is you. You’re my world to you know?”

His grip tightened, and he used his other elbow to slowly raise himself to give you a light feathery kiss.

--

[strikingskeletonsiege]

((Do you have any particular character development you'd like to see any of your boys undergo?))

((Oops almost missed this

Well I got a lot a boys! So let's get through 'em.

{this got long af :V}

Let's start with Siege and Stolas. Both of them were more "come up with the muse and personality and throw them around and see what happens" kind of deals. Stolas I'm a little slower on, I more want to see what future canon stuff comes out and how I can incorporate it, or how well it already fits with what I'm doing. No real plans, just having fun vibing.

Siege is more fun to watch how he changes organically over time, slowly stemming his burn everything and run tendencies and gathering a group of people he earnestly loves, even if he can't yet bring himself to use the word directly. And yet, I kind of want him to hurt someone. Have to more directly tackle who he was with who he's becoming. He got a taste of it when he yelled at Cubot and hated himself for it, but he mostly got out of that without any major consequences. I'd like to see it get messy, painful, in a way he can't avoid or downplay and instead just has to stand up and Deal with it. Or run again, and hurt more than ever.

Comet, Crybaby, my sad, sad, lonely little skel. I wanna get this dummy some more friends. I do want him to get more confident, maybe find some problems he can help with, even fights. I never actually planned for him to be weak, it just sort of worked itself out that way where he never really won any fights against other muses, just a couple NPCs. Though honestly his biggest issues don't have anything to do with that, they're more from how badly he tore himself apart and was hurt by his relationship with Ace turning unhealthy, and then vanishing altogether with no chance for closure let alone reconciliation. He feels like, despite knowing better, that sharing his problems just hurt people. He also very often feels misunderstood when he tries to talk about them anyway, but that's not really their fault when he still holds stuff back anyway. How can anyone help him get through feeling useless when he won't say how he wound up feeling that way? How can anyone understand that he just wants to be able to openly grieve the loss of his old dreams and goals when he won't just say that? Sometimes he feels like he can't talk about how he feels, and sometimes it's a result of him not giving the context to begin with. He wants someone he can rely on, but he's afraid to try looking in case he guesses wrong and hurts someone (again). I think I'm talking in circles at this point and this paragraph is massive now so moving on,

Who next uhhh BEN sure. Ben. I don't know what I'm doing with Ben but it's fun. I had a couple things planned out but it's more on hold now. Those specific things at least. I like the idea of prying into what it's like to have this shit sitting on one's shoulders for so long. To pick and choose what I do and don't like from canon and feel out this version better. To keep a running gag going where he tells people Rook is his partner and they keep assuming he means romantically. Ben's also a guy that holds a lot of stuff back, but he copes with humor, pranks, downplaying some things and playing up others. This boy needs therapy. There's a fun and painful irony of him going to Salmon's Kevin "because [he] won't Worry" to get drunk and talk about how fucked it up was the shit they had to deal with as children, and then turn around and try to downplay the harm of literal child soldiers with Cloud. Like bro that's fucked up. That's a fucked up thing to say. It's fine to admit shit's fucked you up.

Um um um which boy next. Those are pretty much the only active ones.

Slob. idk what to do with Slob most of the time, now. He had a small circle of people he cared about, and most of those muses are no longer active and probably won't be again. He's just kind of There, bein' a li'l shit sometimes. Making remarks that go mostly missed because not a lot of still active people follow him. This doesn't bother him, he's doing pretty well for himself otherwise. Just not a lot to talk about.

Dally. I'd like to play Dally again. I'm working up the nerve to have him just be CUTE (threat) on the dash at least. Like he seems alright but here and there are little hints that he actually kinda fucked up. That's. That's not really character development tho is it, this is kinda irrelevant. Whatever it's 3am I can be incoherent if I wanna.

Hater. I lost drive for Hater. I didn't want to, but man. When you have to explain, over and over, what your rules are and what they mean, to people who say they understand and then continue to break those rules anyway? I can't do dashboard threads and that's all anyone that RPs WOY wanted to do. Sure, I can go all "WOY fandom dni" but I'd want Hebby and their Peepers around for him.

BONUS

I keep tossing around ideas to play more characters from CB's timeline. Like Mettaton. Or have some kind of M!A where either blogstart CB or Undyne or somebody is there as like a ghost that he's just gotta deal with. idk. I'm not the best at plot. I think that's my main issue.))

[seimeinotaka]

Refreshed (Vil x MC fic)

Vil has been working as hard as usual, so Ann decides to try something different to get him unwind. He laughs at her suggestion, but maybe he’ll find out her idea isn’t so bad after all.

Thanks to polyphenols@AO3 for beta-reading this!

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Vil looked at Ann, his usual sardonic smirk making her roll her eyes. "Fufu, do your worst, Ann."

Minutes ago they had been talking about him, and how she had an idea that would knock him out. Vil couldn't help but laugh at this, he was always in control of himself, but his cute girlfriend thought she could beat him.

It was why she was sitting now in an awkward position on the long seat in front of his bed, partially resting her back on it. And Vil? He was resting his head on her lap, and that was more comfortable than he imagined.

He would entertain her for a couple of minutes and then resume his activities.  True, he had no scheduled work on that day, hence his extremely simple date with Ann in his room of all places, at her request.

However, all thoughts of work and everything pending faded from his mind the moment her fingers gently rubbed his scalp. She had asked him a couple of times to let her touch his hair until he agreed, on the condition that he would stop her at any pulling. He had almost expected her to accidentally do it, but no, her touch was extremely soft, actually pleasant.

It was such that it sent soft tingles down his spine, his body being unusually reactive at this new kind of touch. Her fingertips moved in small circles, leaving a pleasant warmth wherever they moved. He figured he could entertain this a little longer and then give her a reward for trying. He did enjoy the attention she was giving him and the vantage point where he could see her face, looking lovingly at him. He closed his eyes for a second...

...and opened them to meet a dark room.

"Huh?"

He was still on her lap, her hand was resting on his head, unmoving. It took his eyes a couple of seconds to adjust to the lack of lighting, to find the silhouette of Ann, resting against his long chair, the same position as she had been a minute? ago. Except she was fast asleep now.

He rose, hearing his neck pop softly as well as her stirring. He was surprised to find his own body unusually light and refreshed, his head already missing the warmth of her hand. It was a similar sensation to one of his long yoga sessions, but at the same time softer and deeper. He wasn't exactly sure how to describe it, but he felt great. As if he had gotten the best sleep in months, perhaps even years.

"Vil?" she asked, groggily, as she stretched her most likely stiff body. He felt her sitting up, leaning against him. He put an arm around her waist as he picked his phone.

"What happened, Ann?"

The numbers 00:30 greeted him briefly and went black as he turned off the screen.

"You fell asleep," she yawned. "I didn't want you to wake up when it was getting late, but I fell asleep too."

He pressed his lips against her forehead. It was his loss, but he was more than pleased with the outcome. Refreshed and deeply relaxed.

"Get ready," he said, standing up.

"Huh? You're going outside?" she mumbled,  sounding more asleep than awake with every minute. He turned on the lights of his chandelier with his magic, dimly lighting the room. He could see her nodding off as he gave her some clothes of his, perfect for sleeping. Of course, he wasn't letting her sleep in her slightly wrinkled uniform.

"We're sleeping properly. Unless you want to go on a midnight run."

She nodded absentmindedly and took off her clothes, as gracefully as someone barely awake could. He helped unclasp her bra and carefully folded every piece of clothing she left by her side. He would gently scold her later, for now she had earned this. Helping her into his bed, he ruffled her hair and covered her with the sheets.

He didn't think he would be able to fall asleep again as he put on his own night clothes, but he could at least enjoy a cuddling session with Ann. As he turned off the lights of the chandelier with a wave of his hand and slipped into his bed, he felt her press slightly against him, mumbling incoherent but affectionate sounding words. Surprisingly, he clung onto her and suddenly found himself falling once more into a deep slumber.

The refreshed feeling didn't fade when he woke up, Ann still out cold because getting her to open her eyes at 6am was a ridiculously hard task. He pressed his lips against her cheek, and smiled to himself as she snuggled against the lingering warmth on his side of the bed when he rose.

He was going to be late to his daily jogging session with Jack, so as much as he wanted to tease and kiss her, it would have to wait.

-

"You look...different, Vil-senpai, " Jack said as they were doing their cool down exercises.

"Oh?"

"I wasn't sure when we began running today, but I'm sure of it now. It's hard to explain, though."

Vil could see the confusion on Jack's face, as he mused through his words, a smug smile on his face. Even if Jack didn't know much about skin care or appearances, he had good eyes and he would be able to notice the difference Vil himself felt.

-

"Roi du Poison, you look more marvelous today!" were the first words to come out of Rook's mouth when they met each other in the Pomefiore lobby, once Vil arrived from his jog.

"I am always dazzling, but go on," Vil said, feigning ignorance but extremely attentive to Rook's comments.

"Your every movement has a refreshed vigor and beauty, I could never get tired of watching you."

Vil smiled smugly, as he confirmed his suspicions with the keen eyes of his vice dorm leader. It was quite gratifying to hear he looked as amazing as he felt.

"Does this have to do with our darling Trickster Ann-kun spending the afternoon with you?" Rook asked with a sharp eye and a piercing smile. Vil arched his eyebrows, keeping his smile mysterious. "She certainly has an influence in you. I will not pry further, but I might want to thank our dear Trickster for helping you shine further. Fear not, no one else is aware she is pleasantly resting in your room. I have already sent our kind regards to Monsieur Fuzzball, 5 of the finest tuna cans for letting Trickster Ann-kun spend the night in our Pomefiore."

Vil hummed to himself as he went back to his room. At least Rook wouldn't dare to ask what transpired between him and Ann, and no one else could get any weird ideas. After all, he had a reputation to maintain. Later, Rook would pretend to have brought his girlfriend in the morning for a skin care session. Though it was true she would be getting a skin care session at least.

He was greeted with the sight of her still in dreamland, now on his side of the bed. "Ara ara, aren't you this greedy? Do you want more of me, Ann?" he said as he ran his fingers through her hair.

She groaned, and opened her eyes, meeting his glinting amethyst ones. "Good morning," she mumbled, leaning into his touch.

"You did an excellent job yesterday, Ann. I wasn't so sure of your idea, but I stand corrected." She smiled cheekily at him, extremely proud of herself. Vil smirked. "Now then..." He leaned closer to her ear, blowing softly against it. "I believe you deserve a nice reward for being such a caring girlfriend."

He was sure they would repeat this often from now on.

-

Thank you for reading!

This was inspired when I read that even Vil’s Seiyuu wanted him to just do nothing. Poor guy overworks himself so much that he really needs some time to just sleep and be pampered, and ofc, who else but Ann to pamper him greatly?