#vil schoenheit x poc reader

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Yandere Twisted Wonderland | Grandparents Misconception

I think we all can agree that the boys in Twisted Wonderland are top tier. And when they get transported into your world their beauty is just so otherworldly some people may not understand it. Especially if your grandparent is certain that this is a girlfriend of yours. You don’t know if it's out of spite or just bad vision but you just hope you can calm your boyfriend before he uses his unique magic on your meemaw. 

Ft: Leona Kingscholar, Vil Schoenheit, Idia Shroud, Lilia Vanrouge

Leona Kingscholar

“Oh wow you’re girlfriend sure is muscular! What are you feeding her, protein shakes?”

*Growl*“WHAT!?” 

You can talk to him, warn him all you’d like before

He’s still losing his cool and you’re fighting him from turning your grandparent to sand

He’s incredibly mad 

What about him looks like a girl!??!

While he doesn't inherently think woman are weak quite the opposite actually

But he also knows for an older person in your world this isn't exactly compliment

He’s underhandedly insulting them the rest of your visit

And if they don’t go missing mysteriously in the next week than he’s scowling whenever you mention them 

“Just cause they’re related to you doesn’t mean I’m just going to let them insult me.” 

The problem is if they refuse to listen to you explain it makes you have to compensate for them

Kisses, uninterrupted nap times, cuddles, and if he’s angry enough some hanky panky because he’s not letting some ‘bag of bones’ trample all over his pride 

“I bet your girlfriend can move these crates just fine.”

“Yeah this~ girlfriend~ can move that. Almost as good as I screw your–”

“Leona!” 

Vil Schoenheit

“Wow, your girlfriend is so pretty! I wonder if it's all make up or if it's natural!” 

“Hahaha I’m happy you find me so attractive but I’m actually male. I’ll admit not many are as well-versed in the art of makeup but I assure you this is only an enhancement to my beauty.” 

He’s not immediately offended 

Instead opting to properly advocate for himself

If your grandparent is genuinely unable to see he won’t be mad

But if it's on purpose he’s a lot more spiteful

“If you're so fooled by my basic skin routine, maybe I can recommend something to help with your obvious condition.”

He’s less likely to outright complain about them 

Instead silently hating them 

Especially if they clean up their act around you

“No no Baba this is Vil my boyfriend…he said you kept calling him a girl.”

“Oh no worries child I understand, just a little mistake earlier. Slip of the tongue.”

“Oh okay then I’m glad.” *Walks away*

“...For someone claiming to be a boyfriend you sure gossip a lot…like a girl.”

😡

While meeting with them as you grow closer Vil just prepares himself

Even as their underhanded insults get more intense and more hard hitting he still won’t do anything

It isn’t until they loudly proclaim how they’d never agree to you tying the knot 

That’s where he draws the line

It isn’t hard to slip an untraceable poison in their morning water 

Or a simple poison to increase the alcohol in their blood

And you’d be none the wiser when you lean against him as they lower the coffin

Vil’s a good actor though so he won’t laugh just yet not until his performance is up

“I’m so sorry (Y/n) it's a shame they had to go before we could make such an important announcement. If it's any comfort your skin is glowing today, no doubt thanks to my skin care brand.”

Idia Shroud

“I know your girlfriend’s shy and all but can she actually help entertain the guests? This behavior is ridiculous!” 

“B-but I’m not a g-gir–”

“I already told you he isn’t a fan of parties anyway.”

“Too bad. If she wants to be with you she’s going to have to! And while you're at it, fix her makeup.”

He knew he should have taken you seriously when you warned him of what your family was like

And while he agreed on the high he got from your immediate praise 

He regrets it now 

Especially since he keeps getting called your girlfriend

Adding Insult to injury they're demanding extroverts

The only way he’s getting past his dormant position is when he finally matches head to head with your grandmother in a game

“That was your fatal flaw…You’re trying to take down the boss on his own territory!” 

“W-what b-but I’ve been playing this game for years, h-how?”

“And for the record I’m their boyfriend!”

He’s more annoyed with the circumstances than the situation of being called your girlfriend 

He’s cringing at the thought of showing he’s your boyfriend by normie standards

So he’s doing it through different methods

Funny shirts that point to him being your boyfriend 

Flashing your matching accessories from an anime

Putting a gadget on you that pages you with an automated voice

‘Boyfriend would like you to make a plate for him at the buffet’

Lilia Vanrouge

“Your girlfriend is quite cute! How did you meet?”

“At college, we’ve been together ever since!”

He’s not immediately going to refute the claim

It doesn’t really matter to him 

Even when their gifted a few dresses or shoes 

He thinks its funny

he definitely jokes about it at home with you

“Come on (Y/n)! Aren’t you going to take your girlfriend out?”

“Ugh we really have to clear that up.”

It really won’t bother him until he’s actually trying to do things and your grandparent is still keen on their own opinion

“I’m actually a man so I would appreciate it if you officially referred to me as (Y/n)’s boyfriend on official documents.”

“But (Y/n) doesn’t have a boyfriend. They have a cute little girlfriend.”

“....I’m their boyfriend. I’m also a father.”

“You’re so silly they wouldn’t date someone like that.”

“...”

“....”

"..."

"😊"

“😡”

He’ll be very patient instead leaving it to you to set things straight

And if that doesn’t work he decides he doesn’t care anymore 

And that he doesn’t care for your grandparent 

So on holiday’s when your making your phone calls and sending invitations to your grandparent

He’s accidentally letting the letter burn 

And he won’t suggest it getting lost in the mail until the day before

“That’s unfortunate, we'll just have to remember to do it next time.”

We won’t 

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A Lending Hand

Pairing: Fem!M/C x Vil Schoenheit 

M/C needs a little help with some new products she received from Rook.

Slight spoilers for Chapter 5.

A/N: I was adament that I didn’t like Vil, finding him very stuck on himself...but on a closer look - he still is but there’s more to him than that. I’m surprised he’s growing on me so much  ∑(O_O;) Also I am bad at titles....

"Ooooow" M/C cried softly, feeling around for her face towel. Rook had gifted her some new facial cleansers as a gift when he and the others arrived at Ramshackle. It felt like it had been ages since she used actual face products and not body soap. Her enthusiasm quickly lead to product from her foam cleanser getting into her eyes. "Where is it? Oooow, why does this burn so much?"

 "Are you really this helpless, potato? How can you get such a rich lather into your eyes" A haughty sigh came from beside her before she felt hands gently turn her face to the side, taking care not to touch the product on her face. "Hold still."

She had forgotten she had the unfortunate pleasant experience of performing this morning routine under Vil’s supervision. Upon seeing the gift Rook was giving her, Vil was adamant about watching her use it until he was sure she wouldn’t ‘waste product’.

 "Easy for you to-"M/C was cut off by the feeling of a wet rag, gently wiping at her eyes and the surrounding area. She whimpered a bit, fidgeting as the heat coming from Vil’s body registered from how close he was to her. She tried to jerk back as the burning began to dull.

 "I said hold still. " Vil scolded sharply, as he continued. He hummed after a moment, finished with his work. "Now open your eyes and finish the application. You missed several areas and that cleanser won’t do any good if you don’t apply it evenly.”  

Fluttering her eyes open, M/C ignored the urge to make a retort and instead did as she was told. As she did so, she peeked at Vil through the mirror; He was already back to his position beside her, closely watching her and the amount she was using. 

 "...Thank you, Vil." She mumbled hesitantly, when he cut his eyes to the mirror - his beautiful yet intense amethyst eyes meeting hers. 

“You’re welcome. You’ve applied it better this time.” Vil responded a very slight smirk upon his face. “Perhaps you’re not hopeless. Now, onto the next step.”

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Yandere Pomefiore x reader AU |Discovery for the Queen

Okay so context is here but you don't need it if you don't want to

I felt like I didn't communicate this idea clearly enough so I change some things

Mostly Rook and Vil but I'll elaborate if you ask me Btw⚠️things get pretty dark⚠️

🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

“(Y/n)?! From highschool!!??” 

You turned to see the nicely aged Silk, a semi-popular kid you shared multiple classes with. You were surprised to see him in Pomefiore, nonetheless you let him hug you even with all the groceries you had. You had left your little cottage in order to gather ingredients for a family recipe. While excitingly sharing some tales with the visiting children you were overheard and asked to make it. And since you were watching the kids anyway you figured you might as well. 

“H-hi I’m surprised to see you out here. I always took you for someone who loved city life.”

“Yeah well things have been a little hectic lately…” 

He spoke of his typical sub-celebrity status coming under fire for some false claims about being racist. He continued to talk, not noticing or rather ignoring your uncomfortable darting eyes. You worriedly checked on the prespirating milk jug and you absent-mindedly nodded in hopes he’d wrap things up. 

“--and they just kept making a big deal over one word I said like five weeks ago. So judgemental.”

“Well that's great but I have to go. I bought some milk and I really need to get this in the fridge soo..”

“That's cool I’ll just follow you around then.”

“E-excuse me?” You missed the part where you invited him to do such a thing.

“Yeah I mean who better to show me around then my old buddy?!”

“But I have to-”

”Great, now let's go before that spoils.”

You rolled your eyes as he walked to his car, waiting for you to go to yours. As you drove you kept an eye on him in the rear view mirror internally cursing him when he turned when you did. Slamming your door as you dragged your groceries towards your cottage you grumbled as he moved as he fell in line with your steps all the while ranting about whatever. He only stopped when the sound of a car pulling into your driveway made him slow and you internally thank whoever it was that was being the perfect distraction.

“Bonjour mon chér! I noticed you struggling!” 

“Ah thanks Rook.” You let the sheriff take the remaining bags from your arms as you reached for your keys and let everyone in. Immediately you began putting the groceries away with Rook helping on the side. While leaving out some ingredients that you need to cook with he looked at Silk from the corner of his eye, opening his mouth to ask but was stopped by the man in question himself.”

“O. M. G. Rook? Like Rook Hunt, the former animal kid? Man, did everyone from school move here?” 

“W-wait what? He went to Night Raven too?!” 

You looked at the sheriff who was still smiling but his eyes looked annoyed as he nodded his head in greeting. 

“Well it's nice to see you too, monsieur peu profond, taking a vacation from your career?” 

“Finally,” he patted the sheriff’s back, “someone who knows who I am! I can’t tell you how many people I come across in this podunk small town–”

He droned on and on letting you look on at the occasionally nodding Rook. You were trying to recall where in school you might’ve seen someone that resembled the man you knew today. All you could think of was the…different blond kid that was often mocked and feared by everyone. But that couldn’t have been him because his hair was long and unruly; he was rumored to have ridiculous stats on people and he was notorious for his…creepy green eyes. 

Maybe he did actually go to your highschool.

You pushed the thought aside offering them some tea as you began prepping to make your soup. Perhaps the mayor could be of assistance, after all he did say that they met in highschool…

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“Whoa you can’t tell me this place is literally a part of this dump-town.”

You swallowed the urge to yell at him as you and Rook entered the mayor's office. The sheriff said he had to complete some business anyway so he came with, enduring Silk’s insults. You could tell that he felt the same way as his smile dropped and for a moment you were worried he was going to go full on hunter on this man but thankfully the mayor intervened. 

“Perhaps you meant to say rustic, potato.” 

In all his glory, was Vil Schoenheit walking into the lobby with his secretary and some other townsfolk exiting that room. You went to greet him raising your hand to wave but the following words were stopped once again by the oblivious Silk. 

“WHAT!? Is this where you’ve been hiding all these years!? The internet’s going to blow up with this-Hey!”

Before he could even press on the app Vil snapped his fingers and his secretary snatched the phone out of his hand. Stepping in between Silk who was reaching desperately for the device Rook continued to smile. 

“As the sheriff I’m going to ask that you refrain from recording our mayor. And on that note aren’t you supposed to be taking a break off of the internet.”

“Ugh fine..I guess.” 

You abandoned greeting your friend and instead tried to talk to him again only for Silk to once again interrupt. 

“So Vil-”

“SO LIKE How’ve you been? It's been ages since highschool and you’ve gotta be pounding some serious p-”

You were done. While he was distracted with Vil you silently dismissed yourself to your car, hurriedly trying to start your car. You blinked away the tears that threatened to fall. Why were you crying? Why were you being so sensitive? It's not like you weren’t used to being pushed aside…being ignored…You did a quick swipe at your eyes and took the car out of park and into reverse only to be stopped by Vil who just seemed to appear at the window. 

“You wanted to talk to me?”

“...I did but I’ll just text you later.”

Wordlessly the former model reached over you and put the car in park once again. Stopping to let his hand rest on your seat buckle effectively caging you to give you that look.

“..You’re giving me that look again…”

“Because I know you want to say something and as…your friend I don’t want you to suffer like that.” He seemed to choke on the words at somepoint but maintained the eye contact you dreaded. You tried to look deeper into his violet eyes and you found yourself relenting when you saw that commanding determination.

“D-did you know we went to the same highschool, Night Raven?”

He didn’t immediately answer, flickering to the building almost accussingly before dipping his head.

“I did..I assume the Silkworm said something.”

“H-he did,” something in you felt wrong confirming  but you pressed on. “Why didn’t you say something, unless you were mad I wouldn’t remember or something?”

Vil once again flickered his eyes to the building before laying it all out for you.

“I’m sure all caterpillars are embarrassed to be seen as the inching, ugly thing that they are. Until their final transformation to the glorious creature you see today. I needed some time to get there and I didn’t want to disgust you.” 

“Ah Vil, you could never.” You brought your hand to rest on top of Vil’s manicured own, looking into his eyes once more as he stared back with wide-eyes.”I would’ve loved you no matter what you were like. That's part of the beauty of knowing someone for so long, I can see more than anyone how far you’ve come. From learning your own mistakes and setting a different course for your life.” 

You exhaled, tired and proud that you were totally able to protagonist your way into your friend's heart who had begun to smile at you. He crossed his arms to lean himself on your open window, still smiling with what looked to be giddy. 

“Loving, huh?” 

“Sorry if that was cheesy, but I meant it.”

He chuckled and looked like he wanted to say something only to hear the slam of his mayor’s office door open. It was Silk, storming out with his hair in disarray and angrily clutching onto his phone. Spotting you he slotted himself in the same window Vil was just leaning into. 

“We have to go! These nut jobs are out of control and you know what, I’m done with this internet ban! I am going to record! I am going to post! I’ll need an internet connection…”

“W-well it was…great to see you again but I have to go” You tried to leave him hoping he’d finally go on his way.

“It’s cool I’ll see you back at the house.” “What?!”

“What?”

“Sacre bleu!” 

You, Vil, and Rook seemed to be on the same page about this man fighting it within you to not let out a frustrated scream. 

“Don’t you all look so surprised, I need an internet connection to do this.” He walked off going into his car skirting away before any of you could protest. A groan of silence fell over you three before Vil spoke.

“I think he should be invited to the town-hall meeting. Rook could you?”

“Already did, Roi du Poison. (Y/n) will you be willing I wouldn’t mind coming over to ‘surveil for vermin.’”

You got what he was trying to say and at this rate you would need him and the whole town to get Silk off your back.

“Thanks Rook, I’d appreciate it.”

Once again your precession left the mayor’s estate in hopes of getting to your house before Silk destroyed it. 

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“WHATS-UP GUYS HERE WITH ANOTHER VIDEO–” 

This had been going on for too long without a sign of stopping watching this grown man stomp around your house as he shared way too much of his life. You tried to keep your especially personal effects out of his way and even with Rook’s help you just couldn’t keep up.

So you just resigned to sitting at the counter wistfully sighing as you and Rook enjoyed some (f/d). You were just going to ignore him before feeling the tug of Silk's arm pulling you close to his chest in the light of the camera with words that made your heart sink.

“I know what you all have been saying. ‘Ah~he’s a racist.’ but think about it, how can I be when one of them is my friend. See? Say hello to everyone (Y/n)!”

You felt like throwing up. You shoved the man, ignoring his whines as he continued to perform for the camera. Running through your house you finally let go, allowing yourself to sob into the field that leads beyond your porch, where you felt truly released from the presence of the man’s proverbial stench. You let your frustration out with your own weak exterior that let this fool into your house. Cursing the part of you that couldn’t seem to remove him yourself. 

You failed to realize that Rook had come from within the house to hold you tightly from behind. When you felt his presence at your back and the comforting scent of pine you turned into his chest to cry. He held you tight as you sobbed into his uniform clutching onto him like he was your lifeline. Rook let himself lean into you, sending a glance at Silk who was still inside your house fussing about how bad the internet connection was. The only comfort he got from the image was the fact that the town meeting was today and that Silk happily accepted the invitation. 

Holding onto you even as you began to doze off, you sleepily asked Rook to stay longer and on any other day he would have happily agreed but, “There’s a town meeting, I have to mon chéri.” 

When you protest, hazy and not fully aware he lovingly gives a peck to your unattended forehead.  

“Don’t fret, I'll see you soon. Sleep, so you’ll have enough energy when the children come.” With such little coaxing you were dozing away for your late evening nap completely unaware as the sheriff’s whole visage of soothing became one of malice as he stalked to the living room where Silk was still complaining about Wifi. 

“Finally, so are we going to this party or not?” 

Silk spoke so nonchalantly as if he hadn’t just made his darling cry themselves to sleep. Slapping on an artificial smile, Rook Hunt directed him to his car insisting he let Silk relax as he chauffeured the brat, the former classmate of his to the town hall. 

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“Alright and where does this puzzle piece go?”

Finally the children were here, happily entertaining themselves all around your house having ate your family dish and preparing to head to bed. Despite outnumbering you twelve to one they were all quite well behaved but there was a hint of disorganization seeing as someone was missing.

“Oh Miss/Mister (Y/n), I miss Humphrey…I know it's his first town meeting but I just miss him.”

“Awww me too, (Y/n)!” 

“Yeah, I miss him too.”

Suddenly everyone was overcome with a bout of sadness and you were only able to calm one. So you chose itty-bitty baby Rew rocking her as she scrunched up her face in preparation to ball. Soothing her amidst the noise you missed the previous action of one of the children climbing up on the mahogony coffee table to regain order. 

“Then let's go see him, right now!” 

The cheers and stampeding feet out your door had you running right after them as they quite easily navigated themselves to town hall. What did you expect? They had lived here all their lives mastering the ins and outs of this place better than you of course still having moved here just a short while ago. So you only expected to be scolded when they ran to the basement of the building flinging it open and running in. What you weren’t ready for was the grandiose structure beneath this building. That acted as a nosebleed section for the ones committing to something you would imagine to be revealed in books you’ve read long ago. 

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“T-this is quite the weird p-party Rook…D-did y-you f-forget to bring a robe for me?” 

“Nope, it's all part of the routine! No worries you won’t be cold much longer, monsieur peu profond.” 

Silk was naked, told to strip for what he assumed to be easier access among a crowd of people from the town doing exactly the same. He expected this to be a frenzy of some kind, an all out fest since everyone in the town seemed to be a swinger. But no one reached for him instead moving around him as they each went to mannequins of their matching size with robes on them. 

Now everyone had a robe except for him, suddenly bashful he went to cover himself while listening to Rook guide him through this dungeon-like area. 

Perhaps this was a bit of foreplay? He had a growing discomfort in his chest as he felt the need to hide his phone. He couldn’t hide it well but it didn’t seem like anyone noticed as he crossed his arms and held the object to his torso. 

Arriving in an elaborate room decorated in indigo tapestries with a crown-like emblem with a golden finish. He couldn’t help but gasp in awe at the regal-feel the space had. Not to mention on a throne sat Vil Schoenheit dressed in a similar robe with more golden accents and with his hood pulled down. There was someone next to him, a shorter girl with light hair and big blue eyes. He swooned a little but shook it off to maintain his composure

He had to capture it. 

Pulling out his phone to snap a picture or two. Everything that he, for whatever reason, feared went down. The first picture flash and sound went off but it illuminated the balconied seats that were empty but there. The second picture directed at the glitzed out duo on a stand had its subjects and everyone around them glaring. Wordlessly his phone was snatched away by a short cloaked person who defected from the group to hand it to the pretty girl beside Vil. Silk felt the pull of other cloaked persons hold him back, dragging him away from his phone that was being inspected in the gloved hands of this seemingly bored girl. 

Finally being let go he was launched into an ashy stage that immediately covered his knees, feet, and hands in disgusting soot. Standing up to avoid touching anymore of it he stood up to see some device being hooked up to his phone before watching its illuminated screen light up in the face of this girl, who grimaced as the videos loudly played. Everything he had said just hours before was being replayed for everyone and as Silk stood there in the nude he thought that perhaps he might have annoyed some if not all the people there. Different cloaked figures were gasping, sneering, and cursing at the content on his phone. Especially the girl, Vil, and Rook who were respectfully glaring at the video, glaring at his podium, and glaring at Silk with an unforgiving scowl. 

“Alright, for once I’m not stalling this ceremony let's begin.” The girl–boy? spoke with disgust as he finally looked at Silk

“I agree.” The former model’s tone was certain and commanding, as he simply nodded his head for the cloaked figures to begin pulling things from a storage bin nearby. Dawning shiny elbow-reaching gloves the locals began pulling out their tools of choice.

Whips?! Paddles?!

Chains?!

So maybe a little BDSM?!

No, that wasn’t it. 

Swords?!

Fire pokers, being heated up?!

Bats!?

One fellow had a bucket that he dipped a cloth in it no sooner dissolved with a fizzle and thats when he tried screaming. 

“Ugh this one’s so unruly.” 

“Yeah hey Sister ya brought a needle with ya didn’t ya?”

“Actually crochet pins.”

“That’ll work.” 

A lot of them held him in the soot while this ‘sister’ forced his mouth shut before stabbing them into his lips effectively pinning it close and forcing Silk to swallow his screams and his own blood as Rook went to speak. 

“Gather around the Plumes of Pomefiore and gaze upon the wicked waste of the clueless others. An outsider, corrupted without the blessing of your queen.”

“Burn ‘m!”

“Tear him apart!”

“Peel his skin off!” 

Vil stood tall on his podium before booming out once more. 

“Silence!” 

They listened, bowing their heads for the speech to continue.

“As is tradition, anyone your queen refuses to accept, you have every right to exterminate them but remember this! The power of their life force must be given to your queen dedicated and devoted to your practice for this to be true! Will you do this?”

The echoed chambers roared with a resounding cry of ”Yes.” As the final chant was made by Rook, Vil, and Epel who somehow incited the kindling of a purple flame to erupt on the mini stage that Silk was writhing. Immediately he tore his mouth from the pins and had begun to screech as he felt his soul and body being drained away.  

Standing he went to run off the stage only for him to be sliced at by an elongated blade. Chanting on their own with every attempt to leave the stage he was slapped, whipped, sliced to let his flesh melt within the purple flames. This cycle continued for the better half of an hour where every new attempt to leave the heated pain was met with a cloaked one’s weapon. Finally the screeching human shape began to thin and buckle, crumpling into a mishapened heap onto the stage. 

The fire eventually wisped away and the people cheered as a stone being held by Vil glowed an array of colors to a halfway point before once again fading to its original color. The three on the stand took note that it was only a matter of time before they could properly harness the power of the queen, smiling to themselves when they thought of the vessel that was going to inherit the power alongside them. Their thoughts were interrupted by the silence of the crowd and the faraway children that were cheering their parents and families from above. The cloaked group below waved and hollered in tandem with their children who were steadily making their way down a flight of steps. The atmosphere was joyful even as they gathered once more to allow the shortest cloaked one pour the acid over the mishapen corpse. Cheering and praising they missed your horrified face flash in the darkness of the upper level before handing off a bundle and running away.

Before Vil could say anything Rook was in pursuit, easily snatching your trembling form as you tried to run away. Noting that the townspeople would be exiting soon he continued to hold you, completely unphased as he sat you within his car. Laying you in the backseat before climbing on top of you holding down your arms with one of his hands while the other held your mouth closed. 

“Oh ma lumière, hush hush! I’m sorry you had to find out this way.” He realeased his hand resting it on your cheek as you cried hysterically

“NO!Agh! No you all just sat there and-Oh my gosh-he’s dead!” 

His eyes glinted joyfully in the moonlight as he watched you once again become so exasperated and exhausted with stress you had fallen limp no longer fighting him. You let him cradle you as he kissed you along your cheeks, your lips, your eyes, your neck. It escalated to licking then, sucking, to full on marking all along your neck and chest leaving you out of breath to question:

“-wh-uy?”

He chuckled, continuing his unraveling of your garments as he spoke smoothly between his ministrations. 

“It's for our future mon amour, for you to finally be a part of Roi du Poison’s plan.”

You had begun to cry again, moving your arms out from under Rook to wipe your tears away “T-to k-kill all your-your outsiders?”

“Non non to rule the world.” He spoke so plainly and so happily. It caught you off guard. 

“Wh-what?!” 

“Rook you couldn’t even change out of your townmeeting garbs before you ran off!” 

“Désolé Roi du Posion, they were just so distraught. I felt compelled to attend to notre reine!” 

The mayor sighed, flipping his hair out of the way before leaning over you to whisper deeply into Rook’s ear. Emerald eyes were on you as he smiled wider, if that was possible. 

With a blush and a metaphorical tail wagging he removed himself from you, cordially handing his keys to Vil before darting back into the town hall. Vil watched him run off with a smile on his face before turning back to you, looking disheveled and confused. 

“Wh-what did you say?”

“That we’d meet him at home,” reaching into the glove box before pulling out a needle filled with a mysterious indigo liquid. 

“And that we’d be ready.” Holding your jaw he shoved the end of this needle to the back of your throat pushing in this liquid. And as you coughed and tried to spit it back up he held you down by your jaw, waiting until your movements became less focused. He waited until your eyes were nearly rolling to the back of your head to kiss your lips gently before standing up to go and drive. 

“Oh darling, we have so much to talk about.”

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Yandere Vil x POC reader x Yandere Rook

Small-townsecretcult AU

Vils the mayor

Rooks the sheriff

And your everyone's mama

The town of Pomefiore

It's that typically white town that's definitely dealing with the occult

Picking off travelers or even troublesome citizens judged by the aforementioned

Not too fond of technology

Tight knit community

It's a cult leaders dream

When you show up from the city looking for some more down to Earth living

You get sent to the small town of Pomefiore

And for awhile the conditioned community believes that your the next victim helper in their ritual

Only to be shocked when Vil and Rook call it off

These two as their positions would suggest practically rule the town

So their word is law

With the assurance that they'd keep an eye on you, you are reluctantly accepted

Now whether your vocal and abrasive about being treated differently

Or even quietly taking the discrimination

You'll grow on the people eventually

And sooner than you'll know it

It's like you've always been apart of them

"Oh (Y/n) would you be q dear and watch little Nelson for me? Aw thanks!"

"Great harvest this year eh (Y/n)!"

"You're looking divine, as per usual (Y/n)!"

Sharing your culture with the lot of the town allows for the unusual open mind

As you become the home base for food that they just don't make

Or even discipline because some of these parents just can't or won't reign their children in

Either way everyone relies on you for advice insight and just to be the kind of person you can be friends with

Now about the two men in question

Right off the bat these two stop any all 'helping' sacrificing you could do because they remember you

Back when they were in highschool they had a shared obsession over you

What ever you were doing they had to watch from the sidelines

So popular and praised they knew it would be foolish of them to try and court you then

But now in a town they ruled they'd be stupid not to

So they are the faces of the pomefiore welcome wagon

"Bonsoir, moi layubov! No one gave you any trouble, I hope!"

"I'd personally like to assure you that I can handle any and all issues you have. So please be a good babe and trust me."

Now the actual culture behavior in the town is the matching accessories among family houses

Now it's not so obvious that they are exactly the same but they're matching patterns and colors

If you do notice and ask the people they'll change the topic or make up some excuse about 'being cute'

It's really a calling card for their position in the cult

Like patchwork and green for neckties and hair pieces are average followers

Polka dots and pink for bracelets and socks are specific jobs

Red with stripes for belts and chokers

And solid colors purple and blue accessories with a crown embroidered on it

And guess who are the only two who have that symbol

You are the only one exempt from this rule

It is an unspoken vow that you should be kept completely oblivious to their activities

So when they start meeting up for those "church services" someone's occupying your time

Whether it's little troublemaker Nelson or Old lady Jenson who need babysitting just someone able to keep tabs on you

Speaking of "church services" the all knowing is Epel Fulmeier

Training priest by day

Head of rituals by night

He is much more lucid and regretful about the many lives he's helped take

And when he realizes you aren't going to be one of them he wants to inform you

But your beauty queen hound dog and the hunter are avid in keeping him in his place

"Ohh Father Epel, you seem to have been speeding once again seems like you'll need to have a talk with the mayor."

"I'm only doing what's best for you. And I'd hate to have found you…'a cheater.'"

"I-i'm sorry, just a lapse in judgement. I only wanted to beat you someday."

"Hmm. I appreciate your vigor, but don't think it saves you from punishment."

In their town the word cheater is used quite differently

A cheater in the town of Pomefiore is a traitor

Someone who has broken away from their…beliefs or someone who attempts to hinder in their…practices

You would notice this when you would play with the children

"Hehe he I win!"

"Not fair!"

"Nathan that is cheating."

"A-are y-you c-calling me a cheater? BUT I'M A GOOD BOY! PLEASE DON'T!"

"Okay okay you're not a cheater it's okay shhh shhh!"

It's a heavy word for any who know what's actually going on

You'll ask questions sure

but Vil and Rook are more than happy to answer

"O mi amour I'm so happy your here to stay!"

"Quite obviously fate has brought you to our town. So I expect you to listen."

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

Hey so I loved your POC!MC with Leona! It made me happy as a Black female. Would it be to much trouble getting a POC!MC with Vil talking about the different products needed for their hair? Basically a fluff between the two? Thanks in advance and keep up the good work!

Thank you!!! Honestly this makes me so happy!!! o(〃＾▽＾〃)o

I couldn’t decide if you wanted 

Vil and MC to be have a full convo together about the products each use for their hair 

OR 

Vil being curious about MC’s hair products! 

I went with the latter(with a smidgeon of the former)! 

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x GN!POC!MC (hair type kept vague – so you can have natural, transitioning, or even relaxed hair with this!)

Disclaimer! I do not have the same hair type as Vil and, despite me doing research on types of products people with his hair type(my HC for him is 2B) may use, I likely have some things wrong and listed 

“Ah, Prefect – just who I wanted to see.”

MC paused in their walk back to the dorm, having just dropped Grim off at Heartslabyul for his study group with Riddle and Ace. Seeing Vil walking towards them, still in his school uniform, made them a bit nervous. Vil always had hardcore ‘Bougie Aunt’ vibes, especially when he had that narrowed look in his eyes.

“You were looking for me?” MC asked pointing to themselves in disbelief as Vil stopped before them. “Did I do something?”

“That is what I am trying to decide.”Vil hummed a moment, looking just slightly to the side of MC. “I simply must ask, what is it that you do with your hair?”

“My…hair?” They idly reached their hand up, feeling their hairs’ texture as they stare confusingly at Vil. “Nothing too out of the ordinary…is something wrong with it?”

“Hardly and that is what’s curious. “ Vil confessed, gesturing for them to continue to walk as he fell into step beside them. “Since you’ve attended Night Raven College,  you’ve been repeatedly subjected to unstable sleeping patterns from follow the Headmasters whims, shocks in humidity and climate from Octavinelle to Scarabia, and you run after that little monster of yours daily. Despite all of this, your hair remains moisturized with a beautiful and healthy sheen nor do I see the appearance of any flakes on your hair from product buildup. How do you do it?”

“I didn’t know you noticed so much…” MC muttered with a slight chuckle, but still they felt a bit warm at the compliments Vil gave, though unintentional. “But my routine is pretty basic, I think. A pre-poo, shampoo, conditi-“

“A what?...What kind of product is a  ‘Pre-poo’?” Vil asked, cutting them off as they arrived at Ramshackle. He raised an eyebrow as MC opened the door quickly and gestured for him to follow them with thinly veiled enthusiasm. “I’ve heard of hot oil treatments for certain hair textures but not a prepoo.”

 “It helps add slip for detangling, it gives a moisture boost and it saves my hair from being overly stripped when shampooed since curls are delicate!”  MC explained as they entered their shared room with Grim. They quickly grabbed two bags from the side of their room and returned to Vil. “This bag is my current products and this bag is the empties that I love!”

The moment they pulled out a empty bottle, Vil’s eyes lit up; “ I know this product – it’s one of the hair oils from my previous line. You used this heavy oil?”

“ You made this? It’s perfect for pre-poos!” MC gasped in surprise, just now realizing why the decorative bottle was so familiar. “Wait, old line? Please don’t tell me you canceled it!”

“Of course not, Potato.” Vil scoffed, gently taking the bag of empties to sift through.  “It’s merely an older one – This combination of oils became second best after a new oil from the Afterglow Savannah became available. It’s more easily absorbed into ones strands and holds in moisture perfectl- you used this too?”

MC looked up from where they was sifting through their current bag of products, moving their millions of clamps to find their current sealing oil. “Hm? That’s – Oh yeah! Azul gave that to me in exchange for a weekend shift! Sea moss and something cream! I have a full one here!”

“You have good taste for a Potato - this is similar to one that I use for photoshoots. It’s no wonder your hair is in such pristine condition.” Vil praised, chuckling as he met MC’s happy smile. “Perhaps we should have a hair day – I have a few products that you should try.”

“..I’d like that.” MC agreed, already thinking of the torment fun that a Hair Day with Vil would entail.

[seawater-aurelia-writing]

 ​Rell’s Masterlist

A original, fandom and fanfiction directory of all of my work that I’ve posted! I am rather forgetful, so this helps me out a bit too! I’m all over the place with what I like to write, so fandoms will be added over time, but I’ll endeavor to keep this organized! ヾ(≧▽≦*)o

As always please read the rules before requesting! 💖

I added a ReadMore to lessen the length of this post.

🐙Weakness {Azul Ashengrotto x Fem!Reader}

🦁 Braiding { Leona Kingscholar x Black!Reader}

🐲 A Happy New Year {Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader}

🐲 My Choice {Yandere!Malleus Draconia x Reader, Inspired by Tri3tri}

🐲 Won’t Let You Fall {Malleus Draconia x Fem!Reader}

🕸 The Dorm Leaders + Wash Day {Riddle, Leona, Azul}

👑 A Lending Hand {Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader}

👑 Product Woes {**Requested** Vil Schoenheit x GN!POC!Reader}

👑 Wedding Fun {Vil Schoenheit x Fem!Reader}

[Series]

[Ongoing]👑 🐲 A Beautiful Heartbreak {Malleus x Fem!Reader, Onesided!Vil x Fem!Reader}, Part ii

[Ongoing] The Break { TBD!TWST x Overworked!Fem!Reader} Part I

[Physical Affection Prompts]

🍓 Riddle Rosehearts

♠ Deuce Spade 💖 Ace Trappola

💎Cater Diamond

🍀 Trey Clover

🏹 Rook Hunt

🐬 Jade Leech

[Twisted Wonderland OCs]

🐳 Aurelia Brinewind Information

🐳 Our First Meeting (Child!OC feat. Child!Azul)

🐬 The Siren {Original Story Poem, Merman x Human}

🐬 The Liar {Original Poem}

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