#vil put him on a LEASH okay

[yandere-daydreams]

no you don't understand officers that's my son,,, he's so feral,,, and the bunny costumes are so deeply unserious,,,, it endears me to him even more unfortunately </3

[pomefioredove]

"Don't bite your lip, I want to do that" With Vil please 🥺👉👈

bravely writing something a little flirtier than usual... (as if this line hasn't been requested 3 times for that exact reason lol)

summary: "don't bite your lip, I want to do that" type of post: short fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu, good lort. a part of this event

"Are you nervous?"

The question is innocent enough, though you detect something subtly teasing hidden behind it.

His expression itself is neutral; you can tell by the glimmer in his eye.

"Is it that obvious?" it's a rhetorical question. Vil is able to read you like the back of his hand.

He smiles. "You look like you're about to make a run for it. Relax. It's just a presentation, you've done them before,"

You sink in your seat, clearly disagreeing. He tsks, and you immediately correct your posture.

He really keeps you on a short leash...

"This one is different," you insist. "This is a group magic project, keyword magic. I've already failed a third of it!"

Vil rolls his eyes at your dramatics, though his tone remains soft. His patience always seems endless when it comes to you.

"And you don't trust Grim to perform on your behalf?"

You stare back. Now that's a rhetorical question...

"Very well," he says, barely able to hold back a smile. "Let's try this again, I'll be nicer this time. Don't forget to project."

You're not even sure how you can project when you're basically right next to each other. You think he just likes saying it.

Nonetheless, you sigh. "Fine... I'll start here. This is our project on-"

"Don't sound so uptight," he cuts in, standing and walking around you in a circle. "And sit up straight. You want to engage your audience, not close them out."

You begrudgingly does as he says. You know he's right, but he doesn't have to be so smug about it...

"Better?"

"Shoulders back," he says, grabbing your shoulders and straightening them out, adjusting you like a doll.

Once he's satisfied, Vil comes around in front of you again and sighs. "Well, it's a start. Go on, from the beginning,"

"Okay. This is our project-"

"You're not going to introduce yourself?"

You glare, and he chuckles, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of you. "My apologies. I didn't realize this was an avant-garde presentation. Go on,"

Another sigh. "Fine. I'll be presenting, while Ace and Deuce cover the demonstration portion of the project. We-"

"More confidence," he hums, putting a hand under your chin and tilting your head up. "Remember to engage. Speak to your audience directly."

You mean to scold him for distracting you, but can only manage a mumble. He's putting a spotlight on you, and you hate it.

Maintaining eye contact is impossible. The amused expression on his face as you try to concentrate is starting to make you feel even more anxious than before.

"...We tested a few... different..." you trail off, nervously biting the corner of your lip. "Methods... and..."

He clicks his tongue in disapproval, his thumb moving up from your chin to your lower lip, running across it.

"Don't bite your lip," he chides. "I want to do that."

A shock of adrenaline makes you go numb, your notes spilling out of your hands and all over the bedroom floor.

Vil sighs, as if exasperated, and takes a step back to survey the sorry sight. "Tsk. You really are hopeless. How can you expect to present if you can't handle a little distraction?"

After a moment of watching you scramble to collect the papers, he leans down to help, his smirking face dangerously close to yours.

"No matter. We have plenty of time to practice,"

[fairestwriting]

Howdy hey can you do headcanons of ace, deuce, epel, and jack with a tired parental figure mc. Like they love them to death and always want to support them but if they have to stop those kids from blowing up the school one more time they're gonna loose their mind.

Ace Trappola

Ace is the very bane of your existence. There's no other way to put this, he's just constantly causing problems on purpose.

A lot of it is just because of how you react. Ace initially thought it'd be no fun to tease someone with reactions like yours, all subtle sighing and exasperation, but as it turns out, he lives for that half-concerned, half-annoyed look on your face.

I'm very sorry you have to deal with him. He's not changing either, he just lives for being a jerk and you're a prime victim for his antics.

Deuce Spade

He feels so bad he's causing trouble to you! Everytime he sees that tired look on your face he just apologizes so profusely, sometimes mentally, sometimes yelling the words out as Ace drags him into shenanigans.

Deuce is the one who tries to help you out when you can, to take some weight off your burden. Mostly with random things, like carrying your bags for you when you're on your way to class.

He's doing his best, okay... do give him some encouragement, maybe one day he won't be as much of a mess as he is now.

Epel Felmier

He's a bit like Deuce. Epel knows he doesn't want to be troublesome, but the thing is, when he gets into trouble, he's stubborn as all hell about it. He thinks he's doing something right!

Maybe he'll apologize if it was all an accident but, you know, if he's gotten into a fight and you're scolding him for it, Epel will not even think about uttering the words "I'm sorry". Because he absolutely is not.

He appreciates you caring for the group otherwise, but if you join forces with Vil... he's absolutely going to turn against you. Because you turned against him too, after all...!

Jack Howl

Oh, lord. Finally another responsible person in this mess -- Both of you think, as you look at each other for the first time.

If you're the tired parent, then Jack is the tired older brother. You can rely on each other to try to keep this mess of a group under control, whether that's chasing off Ace while he decides to play a prank on someone or scold Deuce for beating the life out of some delinquents.

Jack just understands your pain. You two will grow very close, bonding over how much you needed to put your other friends in toddler leashes.

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[aetheve]

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MY RICE PURITY TEST IS 87… anyways my appealing shit is. Well rounded⁉️ I adapt and learn easily, I’m pretty with pretty clothes and I’m good at anything I try to put effort into 💪💪⁉️ I’m a very. Yeah yk what kinda texter I am LFMAOSO..

def and extrovert, cat lover b allergic 😭😭 personally it’s a tie and my fav song. Is choke⁉️ by idk how but they found me and uh uh I lead most the time and you already know most abt me‼️‼️ okay am I ur first matchup pls say yes

—- 🪞 WELCOME TO POMEFIORE! a dorm based on the fairest queen's spirit of tenacity. twisted from snow white and the seven dwarfs.

vil tries to get you to follow his suggested face routine and you don’t listen, purely out of spite. you give him migraines at the fact you stay up very late to party with scarabia, but no one can stop you. “you’re a bad influence for epel.” - vil 24/7.

at some point vil got you a leash. he’d prefer if you four would walk into the school like the single ladies from beyoncé’s ‘single ladies’ but you keep running off to try and jumpscare lilia.

you started an unspoken rivalry between vil and riddle, to elaborate riddle often pounds on the door of pomefiore yelling “GET THEM UNDER CONTROL, YOU PLASTIC EXCUSE OF A HOUSE WARDEN!” to which vil almost goes on an rampage.

your bestfriends are cater and lilia! majority of the time you three are cyber bullying someone that ticks you off irl or beating the living shit out of a savanaclaw clown. riddle absolutely despises you three and malleus.. well the old man just doesn’t get it.

“why did i agree to this?” idia mumbled, into his phone while you and epel followed the last few of his instructions.

“and done! mirror mirror on the wall, whose the the fairest of them all?" you asked the mirror with the most mocking impression of vil you could do.

"my lady's beauty is fair and true, but nine is far fairer than you." escaped the fake screen you put in the frame. you were to prank vil with this, surely it'd give him a scare.

"but if vil asks"

"then you weren't involved! okay? thank you for your help, good day!" epel cut him off and hung up, "do you think he'll fall for it?"

you shrugged from your hiding place, peeking through the hole. "vil has anger issues not let that pimpleless face fool you. he'll be too blinded by anger to realize anything is off."

"okay, tell me what happens." epel whispered as the door opened, revealing the house warden himself. there was silence for a long while, a couple of curses from vil when he messes up his makeup in the slightest.

"hm," he hummed when his look was complete. "mirror mirror on the wall, whose the fairest of them all?" you shook epel's shoulders in excitement to see that over confident smirk be wiped off of his face.

"my lady's beauty is fair and true, but nine is far fairer than you." the mirror repeated. there was no sound from any one, you could hear a pin drop.

"p-pardon?" now you were trying not to let out any sound, but the look on his face the replaced the confidence was horrifying.

"you will not believe what this bitch wrote on the whiteboard. that savanaclaw fuck." you shook your head distastefully, showing your friends two images. one of the kid that had the audacity and a picture with words of mockery the history black board.

"oh, what a bummer." lilia sighed pushing a series of buttons on his phone.

"isn't that the cat we received a lot of dirt on last week?" cater laughed, looking through his phone as well.

"mhmm... just to clarify we're gonna embarrass him out of existence, correct?" you sat down in front of your friends.

"it's what we do best..." lilia nodded towards your phone, seconds before the notifications went crazy.

"oh?" you laughed reading through the thread of embarrassing shit about him, not just from your friends. to explain further, you three were well known for scaring the life out of people online, no one really knew of your irl identities but that didn't matter. those that knew, knew and use that knowledge to their advantage.

"oh, would you look at that? nine, i found his number!" cater sang, excitedly, sending him a not so delightful message.

dorm assignments!

[swanqueeneverafter]

50. Labor of Love, Pt.3

Storybrooke. Beneath The Library. (Emma, Snow, David and Regina look on as Hercules and Meg prepare to cross to the other side.) Meg: “Do you think you can get to the prison through the tunnels?” Emma: “Yes, thanks to your map. Thank you.” Hercules: “Are you sure you don't want us to stay and help?” Snow White: “I think you've waited long enough. And if you don't cross before your uncle finds you, who knows what he'll do?” Hercules: “I was right. You became an amazing hero.” (He steps forward and hugs Snow White. Turning, Hercules and Meg hold hands and begin to cross over the bridge. Something appears on the other side.) Meg: “What is it?” Hercules: “Olympus.” (Hercules and Meg both chuckle, before crossing over. The clock ticks.) Hades' Lair. (Hades is pacing the floor when the Evil Queen arrives in a cloud of smoke.) Evil Queen: "You wanted to see me?" Hades: (Stops pacing, turns to face her:) "Oh, yeah. You could say that. This deal between us, it's not going well for me. Since bringing my flock above ground, the heroes have managed to redeem three lost souls. This is not what we agreed." Evil Queen: "I'm well aware of our deal, Hades. You needed more people to rule over, and as Queen I can respect that. Which is why I gave you Storybrooke in return for letting me carry out my plans in peace." Hades: "When Regina killed you, she sent you and the Darkness into my domain. That power was mine, I could've used it and been free of all of this by now." Evil Queen: "And what, swap one leash for another? You are bound to the Underworld because of what your brother did to you. If you had become the Dark One, you would've been bound to a dagger. Hardly a fitting upgrade for an all powerful God." Hades: "You tricked me. You convinced me to use the power of the Darkness to bring my Kingdom to Storybrooke. Now the Darkness is gone forever and I'm still trapped as ruler of the dead." Evil Queen: "You have all of Storybrooke's population at your disposal. Granted, they may not be dead, but you can't have everything. Hades, there is only one way you can be free of your burden and we both know what that is. (Hades glares at her:) So why don't you stop whining to me about your troubles and start doing something about it." Hades: (As the Queen turns to leave:) "Where are you going?" Evil Queen: "You prefer your subjects dead, right? Well, leave that to me."

Storybrooke. Woods. The Next Morning. (The Charmings and Emma are searching for the cave entrance to the underground prison when Emma's hand begins shaking. Suddenly, the vision of her dueling a mysterious cloaked figure fills her mind. Emma shakes her head violently, attempting to right herself, but this fails to go unnoticed.) Snow: “Hey, Emma, you okay? What happened?” Emma: “Nothing. Come on. Let's keep going. (Emma walks on a short distance, still struggling to keep her hand from shaking when she receives a call from Regina:) Hey, what’s up? (Regina’s part of the conversation is unheard:) I’ll be right there.” The Town Line. (Regina and Emma stand at the town line testing the magical force running across it.) Emma: “A protection spell? Like the one you used to keep everyone here during the curse?” Regina: (Sighs:) “No, not like it. This is the same spell. The only way to do that is with the ingredients from my vault, which I sealed with blood magic. I...” Zelena: (Arriving in a cloud of green smoke:) “Regina. I got your message. Is everyone okay? What happened?” Regina: “Well, someone put a protection spell on the town line.” Zelena: “Really? Well, who would do that?” Regina: “I was gonna ask you the same question.” Zelena: “You're accusing me of causing this?” Regina: “Oh, come on. Zelena, other than me, you're the only one who can open the lock to my vault.” Zelena: “That's not true!” Regina: “Really? Well, if it wasn't me, and it wasn't you... then who?” Zelena: “I have no idea, sis. But I'm getting tired of this inquisition.” (Zelena disappears.) Regina: (Turning back to Emma:) “I'm starting to think Hades isn't the only one we have to be worried about.”

Mr. Gold’s House. (Having arrived back in Storybrooke late the night before, Belle stands helping Mr. Gold with his tie as they dress.) Mr. Gold: “Belle, why did we come back here? We were finally free of it all.” Belle: “I couldn’t just leave for a trip around the world without saying goodbye to our friends first. Besides, judging by the sky out there, something’s not right here.” Mr. Gold: “Yes, but why should that be our problem?” Belle: (Smiles:) “Because, Rumple, you’re a hero now and problem solving is part of the job description.” Mr. Gold: “I don’t exactly remember applying for the position.” Belle: (Finishes with his tie:) “Look, we’re going to find our friends, see what’s going on and help them. Then we can leave, all right?” Mr. Gold: “I will hold you to that, Belle.” Belle: (Kisses him:) “Then it’s a deal.” Zelena’s Farmhouse. (Zelena arrives home to find the Evil Queen rocking her daughter.) Evil Queen: (Rattle shaking:) “You like this rattle, don't you, little one? My mother used to use it to soothe me. Mm-hmm.” Zelena: “Our mother used that on you?” Evil Queen: “Yes. And now it's yours. (Places it on the table:) Consider it a gift.” Zelena: “For what?” Evil Queen: (Placing the baby inside the crib:) “You didn't tell Regina about our little visit to the vault. You didn't even tell her I was in town. You know how much I admire the ability to keep a secret.” Zelena: “Oh. So it was a test. And here I thought you were different than Regina.” Evil Queen: “I am, because, unlike her, I will never doubt you again.” Zelena: “So, when you said I'd get my sister back... (Sighs:) you didn't mean Regina, did you?” Evil Queen: “I'm the sister you want, Zelena. I know this because... you're just like me... You would never settle for less. And Regina is quite literally... the lesser of two evils.” 

Enchanted Forest. Past. (Milah is carrying an armful of firewood, whilst Rumplestiltskin follows behind her, limping, and Baelfire, carrying a net to catch frogs and butterflies with.) Rumplestiltskin: “Milah. Milah! You don't have to be doing this yourself. I said I would help.” Milah: “You said that. And somehow, it still didn't get done.” Rumplestiltskin: “Well, I was chasing dragonflies with the boy.” Milah: “Did he protect you from the big ones?” (Baelfire wanders off, having heard enough of his parents arguing. He comes across a snake, and curiously, he bends down to look at it.) Rumplestiltskin: “I know my leg slows me down around here, but I-I can do better. I can change.” Milah: “You're never going to change, Rumple.” Rumplestiltskin: “I can. I can be whatever you want me to be.” (Baelfire is now reaching to touch the snake, and the snake in return is poised in a threatening manner, ready to bite him.) Milah: “Just go play with the boy. That's one thing you can do, at least.” (Baelfire screams in the distance.) Rumplestiltskin: “Bae! Bae? (He and Milah run round the bush to see Baelfire on the ground in pain. Rumple kneels down with Milah and rolls him over:) Bae, what's wrong, son? What's wrong?” (Milah hears the snake hissing and uses a rock to kill it. Rumplestiltskin examines the snake bite worriedly.) Storybrooke. Present. Main Street. (Milah is getting ready to help kids cross the road, when her eyes land on Mr. Gold, who is standing on the sidewalk waiting for her. Milah doesn't look happy to see him.) Mr. Gold: (Waves:) “Morning, Dearie. (Milah doesn't say anything as she steps onto the road, allowing for the children to cross safely:) Didn't think I’d ever see you again.” Milah: (Once the kids have crossed, she stops in front of him:) “How'd you find me?” Mr. Gold: “You are standing in the middle of Main Street, so, you know. I must say, I do love the irony of your job. You watching children, keeping them safe, keeping them close.” Milah: “What do you want?” Mr. Gold: “I want to know what my dead wife is doing here. Surely you can’t think this is an everyday occurrence?” Milah: “You don’t seem surprised to see me.” Mr. Gold: “After spending centuries as the Dark One, nothing surprises me anymore. Although my curiosity is still very much intact.” Milah: (Sighs:) “Hades brought his kingdom to this place. I don’t know how he did it, but this is our home now.” Mr. Gold: “Temporarily. (Turns to go then thinks, turning back:) You know I am curious to see you here actually. Hades’ kingdom is usually filled with people with unfinished business, so what’s yours?” Milah: “I don’t have to tell you anything.” Mr. Gold: “No, why start now, eh? If you’re waiting around to be reunited with the pirate? He’s already found a new family from what I hear. Which leaves only me.” Milah: “You?” Mr. Gold: (Chuckles at the disgusted look on Milah’s face:) “Rest assured, dearie, I’m married to the woman I love and who loves me in return. So if you’re waiting around to apologise, I’ll spare you the trouble. I am over you.” (Mr. Gold turns and walks away, laughing as Milah glares after him.)

Granny’s Diner. (Regina enters Granny's diner by herself, on the hunt for the Blind Witch. Regina walks up to the counter, where the mute maid is working.) Regina: “Hey, where's your boss?” Mute Maid: (Can't speak, and tries to signal she doesn't know where Hades is.) Regina: “No, not some deity... your boss here. The Blind Witch? (The Mute Maid shrugs:) She’s cleared out already, huh? Can’t say I blame her. Even though she’s dead, Granny’s crossbow would still sting. (Notices Cruella De Vil trying to sneak out the back:) Never mind. (Runs after Cruella and manages to catch up with her:) You.” Cruella De Vil: (Sighs and turns around:) “Hello, Darling.” Regina: “You can help.” Cruella De Vil: “I can? I mean, of course I can.” Regina: “Tell me about the graveyard. I need to find someone.” Cruella De Vil: “Oh, it's just a chat you want. Well, if you're looking for someone, simply use your magic. (Regina hesitates:) Oh. Having trouble, are we? Let's sit down and be civilized.” Storybrooke. Woods. (Having found the underground prison, Emma stands by and watches as the Charmings help guide the inhabitants of Storybrooke to safety. Smiling as each person passes, her mind soon wanders to the vision that haunts her. Before long, her hand starts shaking yet again. Hearing a voice calling to her, Emma snaps out of her reverie and steadies her hand.) Emma: “I’m sorry, what?” Archie: (Smiling:) “I just wanted to say thank you, for rescuing us.” Emma: “Oh, yeah. (Shakes her head:) Don’t mention it.” Archie: “Are you... all right, Emma?” Emma: (Looking at him:) “My parents sent you, didn’t they?” Archie: “Yeah. Uh, they... they're a little worried about you, Emma. T-They thought it might be easier for you to talk to...” Emma: “A cricket? (Archie looks at her:) Sorry. I didn't mean that like I was, like, anti... cricket. I just... I'm not really in the mood for therapy right now.” Archie: “And I've found, usually, that's when people need it the most. You've been fighting bad guys for years without a break. When I met you all those years ago, you had nothing but walls around you to protect you. But since then, with Henry and your family and Regina, those walls are down.” Emma: “Isn't that a good thing?” Archie: “Of course it is. But it also let in all the collateral damage of all that fighting.” Emma: “Great. Then how do I fix that?” Archie: “With time... and... and some hard work.” Emma: “Can't you, like, give me a pill or something?” Archie: “When it comes to fixing our biggest problems, Emma, there are no shortcuts.”  Enchanted Forest. Past. (Milah and Rumplestiltskin hurriedly approach a man in the woods.) Rumplestiltskin: “Ex-excuse us. Fendrake the Healer? S-Sorry to bother you, sir. I-It's our son. Oh, my... We... we... we left him at home, thinking it might be too dangerous to move him.” Milah: (Reaches into her bag and pulls out the dead snake that bit Baelfire:) “We need the antidote to this.” Fendrake: “Atlanthean rat snake. It's a 24-hour poison. Your boy will die tomorrow.” Rumplestiltskin: (Distressed:) “No! No.” Fendrake: “Unless you're willing to use magic.” Rumplestiltskin: “Magic! We... we'll pay anything! What magic?” Healer’s Hut. (Inside the healers tent, Milah and Rumplestiltskin watch as Fendrake picks up a small vial of potion.) Fendrake: “There is a potion to cure your child. It's very rare.” Rumplestiltskin: “How much?” Fendrake: “100 gold pieces.” 

Healer’s Hut. Exterior. (The hut doors bang open, as Milah and Rumplestiltskin walk out, not looking happy.) Rumplestiltskin: “100 gold! We won't see that in our lives.” Milah: “No, but we'll get our cure anyway.” Rumplestiltskin: “How?” Milah: “You'll go back and take it.” Rumplestiltskin: “Take it?! He'd kill me for sure.” Milah: “Oh, now, there's a puzzle you'll have to figure out. He can't kill you if you get him first.” (Walks away.) Storybrooke. Granny’s Diner. Present. (Cruella and Regina are in Granny's diner, sitting at a table together.) Cruella De Vil: “I see you're admiring my fur. Doe skin, of all things. I'm not saying it's Bambi's iconic dead mother. And I'm not saying it's not.” Regina: “Just tell me about the graveyard. If I find a headstone, does that mean that person's here somewhere?” Cruella De Vil: “Who are you looking for?” Regina: “Never mind who. I just... I want to know where they are.” Cruella De Vil: (Opens her bag and pulls out a piece of parchment:) “I have a map here. Now that I've been made Mayor. Oh, thanks to your recently departed mother. It's got a list of cemetery plots, and you have to know how to interpret the headstones. You see, there's three... what would you call them? Settings? If the headstone is upright, it means the person is still here in town. If it's tipped over, it means their soul has gone on to a better place, okay? Happy person, tippy stone.” Regina: “And the third setting?” Cruella De Vil: “If it's cracked... Well, that's bad.” Regina: “Bad? They got pulled under to... wherever is worse than the Underworld?” Cruella De Vil: “Yes. But no one who's anyone goes there anymore.” (Chuckles.) Enchanted Forest. Past. (Fendrake is asleep as Rumplestiltskin sneaks in with a dagger. Instead of going to Fendrake, Rumplestiltskin starts looking through the potions, only to wake the healer.) Fendrake: (Inhales deeply:) “Who's here? (Sees Rumplestiltskin:) You. I can kill you with a single spell.” Rumplestiltskin: “Oh, I-I don't need a spell. I've got a knife!” (Rumplestiltskin pulls out the dagger and moves towards Fendrake, but doesn't strike.) Fendrake: “Then do it.” Rumplestiltskin: (He contemplates going through with it, but can't bring himself to kill the healer:) “I can't. I just can't.” Fendrake: (Relieved:) “Of course not.”