#vil shoenheit x male reader

[libraryraccoon]

TWST with a Manipulator!Reader Headcanon

Gender : GN

Pronouns : None

Type : Headcanon/Ideas

Characters : Riddle, Idia, Vil

Others infos : Not manipulator like that, but yk those who have masks that hide their emotions, those who analyze people and their behavior/attitude changes depending on who they talk to, in a way the person they talk to will like them, letting no one see their true colors. And they are traumatized too bc what is someone without trauma ??? And the Reader is really good at that. Bad english (it's not my first language), probably ooc.

I don't think Riddle would realize/understand it. To him, you were just a good student who followed the rules. And I don't think he'll realize you're playing a role, not if anyone else tells him, and if he does it probably would have been Trey or Carter, if they realize it. After that, he will observed you more and will try to talk with you about that. He will probably be a little hurt that you somehow manipulated him, not showing the real you. After that, you have two choices, lie to him and say you were being real with him, or tell the truth and try to act like the real you. If you lie, I don't think he will see it, trusting you and not thinking that you lied to him. If you tell the truth, he will be a little hurt by this new, but he will try to know you, the real you. Even if the real you isn't perfect, he will love it and be happy that you trust him enough to show him the real you.

Idia will know it. You can't tell me that man doesn't stalk you. Even if you're a friend, when he will get bored or having nothing to do or just for knowing what his friend/partner do, he will look in the school cameras. He will see that you act differently with almost everyone, adapting to the person you are speaking with. He would surely be intrigued and/or confused about this. Idia will probably wonder who the real you is, and if you were lying to him all along. He'll question you about it at some point, if you lie about being the real you with him, there's a 50/50 chance he'll believe you, his sixth sense screaming that you're lying. If you tell the truth, he won't talk to you for days, can't believe he fell into this trap- the trust will be broken, and it would be worse if you were together romantically because he will think you also lie about loving him, but it could be fixed with time.

Vil will know something is wrong. Being an actor, I feel like he would know when someone is playing a role or at least have suspicions. His sixth sense would scream that something was wrong, so he would observe and send Rook to gather information. Above all, he would be curious, curious to know the real you, and to know why you play a role, constantly changing depending on the person you are with. If you are together, he will be hurt that you played him, realizing that he really knows nothing about you. He might question your feelings towards him. If you lie, like Idia, something inside him will tell him that you lie, and Vil will maybe talk about it again. If you say the truth, Vil will try to know you really, especially in a relationship, it would be like starting from scratch.

[sharkboywrites]

I am a very feminine trans guy and sometimes I'm embarrassed or don't feel valid because I am infact feminine. It would honestly mean the world to me if you could write something about Vil x a reader who's going through my issue! (I hope this makes sense I'm not good at explain)

Vil with a Fem Trans Male S/O

A/N: I'm not really a feminine trans dude, i don't really dress fem unless it's for special events or cosplays (like once a year for one convention), but I do think feminine trans guys are valid. Sending feminine trans guys all my love.

Male reader, feminine male reader

Let's get one thing straight: Vil hates gender roles

He actively defies them, and he doesn't stand for anyone trying to enforce them

When Vil first met you, whether he knew you were trans or not, he really admired you for how openly feminine you were

While he didn't put the two of you on the same level in his mind, he did see view you better than most people at NRC

It was the catalyst for the two of you getting closer

You both bonded over how you expressed yourselves and how it made you feel

As the two of you got closer, you tried to hide those days where you felt like being fem was wrong from him

You knew it wasn't true, that the way you dress didn't determine who you were, but you couldn't help that little voice in the back of your head that told you otherwise

When the two of you started to date, it was practically impossible to hide it

You eventually had to open up to him

He caught you on one of those days, when you felt like the only thing you could do was put on a big hoodie to feel like you were valid in your identity

He noticed your change of usual attire, but didn't ask until the two of you were alone

He questioned you on why you dressed so differently that day, and you broke down, telling him how you felt

You told him about how you felt embarrassed to be feminine as a trans man, how it felt like you weren't really valid enough

He put a stop to that immediately, gently cupping your face and telling you that it wasn't how it worked

He assured you that you're valid in how you identify and that how you dress doesn't change who you are

He used himself as an example

He's a cis man, but dresses very fem and wears makeup almost every day

He does very feminine things, and it doesn't make him any less of a man, and everyone respects his identity as a man

After calming you down, he let you know that he loved you, and that who you are won't change based on how you dress

From then on he's constantly giving you small reassurances, whether you look like you need them or not

If you're comfortable with it, he might post you every so often and show you all the positive comments you get, and how everybody treats you just like him

Just like a man, the man that you are, feminine or not

[writingsoftwistedwonderland]

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[hellsslibrary]

IMMA BE HONEST (and if possible, could this be a request?),, the first time i saw Vil when he kept checking his makeup and talking to Cater in the beginning of the game I just KNEW I had to have him whining with mascara colored tears running down his cheeks and his body being flushed red all over while making him face a mirror and telling him how pretty (or even how much of a slut)he’s looking like…

"In the garden of my heart, your love is the most beautiful and enduring flower, blooming every day."

#a.n. : SAME! And... Yay, I've got my earliest requests underway... Maybe I'll post a couple more today, I guess. This was a pleasure to write, by the way. I love this stuff.

MASTERLIST is here.

!!Warnings: top!dom!male!reader, sub!bottom!Vil, mirror sex, praise kink (borders on worship), just romantic and fairly vanilla sex, but for those who like more intense sex I added some light dacryphilia, use of the word "slut", and spanking (literally once), make-up traces, light marking.

"You're so perfect, see? Every curve, literally every part of your skin is so emphasized... I never thought that even now, when I can barely see you, I would still see you so well," escapes your lips, causing Vil's fingers to clench on the smooth surface of the mirror, making a not very pleasant sound, but what does it matter?

How did you even end up here? You were just looking at Vil combing his hair before going to bed. This beautiful strawberry blonde hair with a slight lilac tint... You could admire it forever. And him even more so.

You yourself did not understand at what moment your arms wrapped around his waist, whispering random tenderness in his ear, making him smile faintly. And the next second, he moaned quietly and looked at you over his shoulder with a stern look when your palm was clearly too close to his ass. "What are you doing, hm? We were both sleepy a few minutes ago, if I remember correctly."

And yeah, he's right. You thought you'd pass out the moment you had this physical manifestation of Aphrodite in your arms, but now that he's actually in your arms... How can you resist being a little selfish and taking away his beauty sleep, right?

And here we go again...

"Why do we even need candles? We could do this without any light at all..." You hum in displeasure at that, spreading Vil's cheeks slightly and watching your cock disappear inside him. It was barely visible, but you could visualize it with ease from how many times you've seen it.

"Without light? No. I need to see every part of you... Just look at yourself," your fingers pull his head down from your shoulder, forcing him to look at his reflection.

It was a coincidence that he hadn't had time to wash off his makeup today, and that only played into your hands. It was a huge rarity, those moments when he let you fuck him while his face was still covered in makeup... He didn't like to look sloppy, but who else says he looks sloppy?

His neck is framed with light, rare hickeys that he allowed you. And even a small bite on the back of his head! Usually he only lets you mark his thighs, since no one else except the two of you can see that part. But today he was either generous or tired.

Purple eyes closed convulsively when your cock entered at an angle that was too pleasant. A quiet cry escapes his lips when you give him a light slap on his thigh, and he opens his eyes again, forcing himself to look at his reflection.

A couple of candles lit in the room were indeed on your side. They hid you behind Vil's back, but they showed him completely. He whimpers from his own reflection, a thought flashing through his head about understanding what you can see in him even in this form. "Look at yourself, okay? If you can keep your eyes on me until you cum, then... I'll give you a massage afterwards, okay?" he nods immediately, not even thinking about what you said, just hearing that something good is waiting for him.

His body twitches every time your shaft penetrates as deep as this position allows. It was surprisingly good, even too good. The blond can't remember when your intimacy brought him to this state. It was overwhelmingly good. His brain was boiling, literally turning into mush. Deprived of the last thoughts that flew away like water lilies on the surface of water bodies.

"Bend over for me, please? It will be a little more comfortable, my queen," tenderly escapes from your lips, he instinctively arches, although Vil clearly does not even realize what you are asking for.

His hand slides down, his slender fingers digging into your thigh, his forehead resting on his hand, still on the mirror. Sobs escape his lips as his eyes glaze over. The only thing he knows is that he's crying from pleasure. Pleasure that's too overwhelming.

"Is it okay, Vil? Should I slow down?"

Your question makes him break the vacuum of the pleasure haze he's trapped in, just a little. He shakes his head slightly, mumbling something unintelligible, though knowing that you won't be satisfied, he mumbles,

"Okay... I'm o-okay. It just, agh, feels s-so good."

"Wonderful. I'm glad you like it so much... After all, your beauty is meant to be admired in any state," your loving whisper makes him chuckle, mixed with a whine, as one of your hands reaches just past his hip and wraps around his engorged cock. "So beautiful and graceful, like the paintings of the best masters... Such an incredibly beautiful voice that you want to hear nothing but it. Such a beautiful figure that you want to memorize every curve and every part, to know where it pleases you the most."

His cock involuntarily twitches a couple of times while you whisper your praises breathlessly. He feels such a painful, yet so desirable knot in his stomach, you both feel that he is almost at the limit.

"So what? Are you ready to cum for me, pretty boy? To cum on my cock, like the good slut you are?"

The world seems to stop as soon as it leaves your lips. You call him that without realizing it... He's never heard you say such vulgar things to him before and it's... Surprisingly pleasant, especially mixed with your praise bordering on worship.

His cock twitches in your hand and he cums with a too loud, surprisingly high-pitched moan; his head falls back on your shoulder and his eyes squeeze convulsively, a couple of transparent but black tears fall on your shoulder and white liquid paints the mirror in front of you.

You gently push his head back forward, kissing the back of his head while he lets you make a few more thrusts before you cum inside... Normally he would object, but you're going to shower now anyway, and you'll have to wash him too, so he won't say a word now.

"You... It w-was something. You never... Oh, never ca-called me that," he mumbles barely audibly, sobbing from the remains of tears and only now you realize what you called him and your brain instantly sobers up.

"I didn't m-mean it, I didn't mean it... I'm sorry, I said it unconsciously, I was just too deep in—," he puts a slightly trembling finger on your lips, smiling lightly and moving between your legs.

"I didn't say that I didn't like it, it was just surprising to hear it from you like that," Vil chuckles, turning to you completely and kissing your cheek, and then hugs you around the neck and sighs contentedly when your hands took him under his hips, slowly standing up on legs slightly trembling from a recent orgasm. Oh... Right now you want nothing more than to fall asleep, but the handsome man in your arms will kill you if you don't wash him... Not that you mind that outcome either, hehe.

[loverboy-radio]

Hello! I was wondering if I could make a request of the Dorm-leaders reacting to a male reader with the Unique Magic of a Empathic Healer? This Unique Magic can allow the reader to heal any and all wounds on the person. However, the wounds are not removed, but rather transferred to the reader instead, acting as if he was the one who got injured. Despite the risks his magic would bring him, the reader can't help himself but use it if it means to help others who are hurting.

Thank you!

thank you for the request it seems to be a very interesting concept. so i'll give it a try. now i don't know if you wanted this romantic or not so i will try to make it both in a way.

Characters: riddle, malleus, vil.

Reader: Male

i have only done some of them as the rest i have no idea what to write for them as the reaction would be the same

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RIDDLE

when he found out your UM he was like "ok he can do that"

until realization kicked in about the fact you hate to see people in pain and have just transferred a broken hand with bone sticking out to yourself.

so now he is making sure people don't take advantage of this and make his boyfriend take their injury for them.

which will get anyone collared even if it was trey.

and thats saying something.

he does at times feel guilty when you decided to use it one him one day. and gave you a lecture about 2 hours long about how these kinds of thing can become very bad over time ect ect.

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VIL

now he is one that would only allow you to use it if he somehow managed to get a bruise.

or if you give him a hickey

anything else he will not allow.

he is very interested about it as it would be something useful to a point.

vil would also make sure no one tries to make you take a really bad injury from anyone like a deep cut, or broken bone.

he would even make sure rook kept an eye on you so you don't do something like that EVER.

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MALLEUS

once he finds out you can do this he will never allow you to use it EVER.

he knows how fragile human can be and as much as he loves and respects your decision. he will do everything in his power to make sure you are never hurt.

and if he finds out you did it without him knowing he feels betrayed.

cause you just did something that will bring you injury on purpose.

and whoever you took the injury from might not be seen again.

but please don't do this you are his boyfriend, his future husband. he will never be able to live with himself if you took an injury that you could never recover from.

[mio-actuallywrites]

Hi i see an underrated writer and i have a request for you! (Please take your time because overworking is a no no)

(if not male mc then gender neutral mc it is)

M!Mc/Yuu/Reader who used to be a butler for seven siblings in his world, but somehow the housewardens remind him of the seven royals he used to take care of in a young age. He memorizes every like and dislike from each housewarden, giving them food or gifts that they dont answer for but still bought it (even though hes running low in thaumarks) Even helping them academically or just veing there as a friend. (The ultimate husband material) but he rarely takes care of himself because hes so preoccupied with the housewardens.

(is it okay for it to be a headcanon type fic?)

Hi Anon tysm !! Anyone can read this, I just used Male pronouns (mainly near the bottom.)

(For riddles part I’m not checking the 810 rules of queen of hearts so if I accidentally let one pass just ignore it lmao)

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

Riddle always noticed during unbirthday parties you would always bring everything needed for them. And would especially always make sure to help clean everything. 

After everything that happened in book 1, you and him had gotten closer and due to that you would always bought him strawberry tarts. 

However, once he entered Ramshackle and saw how… poor it looked he immediately began to piece everything together. 

About how you always listened to him, studied with him and most importantly how you always took care of him and bought him stuff. 

Once you did tell him the truth he would get flustered, embarrassed about getting compared to a prince. 

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

At first he thought you were just another Ruggie just looking for free money, but after that thought he just thought you were imnitatied of him and were actually treating him like royalty, unlike others….

And he was very surprised when you even started to get him gifts. 

He even got more surprised when you started to push him to actually go do schoolwork even though you treated him like a prince. 

But tbh he probably found out or just asked you directly. 

Once he finds out though he’d be honored that he would actually remind you of a prince. 

AZUL ASHENGROTTO

I know for sure he would be flustered whenever you would treat him fancy and stuff. 

But he would also be extremely happy when you start working at Mostro Lounge for FREE. 

Whenever you do give him gifts though he gets so embarrassed and flustered thinking how you remember this. 

And if you guys were dating and he like really likes you, and saw Ramshackle for this first time. Bro would be shocked at how much money you spent on him. (After spending most of his life getting bullied he would never ever expect that.)

Anyways once you did tell him about how he reminds you of a brother and a PRINCE? He would immediately blush and start wondering, how does he remind you of one lmao. 

KALIM AL-ASIM

ok but honestly would he see a difference with how you treat him compared to others?

Jamil would be extremely grateful though that you took his spot. 

Although he would appreciate all those gifts you gave him and even fund ramshackle for you !!!!

Once he finds out you reminded him of a prince he would be happy and wanna throw a party because he didn’t know he was that, princely ig idk. 

(Sorry if this was short I mean I couldn’t rlly think of anything.)

VIL SCHONEIT

He would for sure think at first that your using him for his popularity or just think your some fanboy. 

However after getting to know you better you guys became friendlier and he soon appreciated whenever he saw you as he knew he would be treated like a ✨ queen ✨ around you. 

After seeing the state of Ramshackle and asking about where all the money was going to… he immediately made you move into Pomeifore while he redid the whole thing !!!

I feel like he would use you as a test for makeup idk. 

Also when he found out why you treat him like that?! He would be honored and would like you even more !!

IDIA SHROUD

You immediately gained his interest when you started treating him different then some “introverted Otaku”

Like Azul, he would be flustered/embarrassed at every little thing you did for him. 

No bc he would actually call you husband material on accident. 

But you would catch his heart if you did buy him the newest games !!!!

Him, reminding you of a prince?! He would be so speechless after that. Like how?! He was so introverted. 

(Sorry if this was so short!)

MALLEUS DRACOCIA

You immediately gained Sebeks trust, and you two must be friends. 

Malleus would for sure be surprised. Your not afraid of him AND you actually treat him like a regular prince not some scary one. 

Malleus is head over heels for you. And if you buy him ice cream and get a matching tomogatchi to him?! You took his heart twice. 

Aside from that he would be so greatful to have you as his friend/boyfriend.

And he would actually be so happy that he reminded you of a prince (I mean he is but like you actually treat him like one and bc he isn’t so lonely anymore. 

Bro is setting up your marriage lmao 

IM SO SORRY THIS REQUESF HAS BEEN SITTINF IN HERE FOR A MONTH AND IM ON WRITERS BLOCK RN

I’m so sorry once again I hope you enjoyed it anon!!

[h2llish]

Your requests say semi open and I don’t know if this would count as a headcanon or not so I’m just gonna go for it,, but I read a Vil fic from you and you mentioned how he knows his dorm mates appetites and makes them a meal plan or something similar. I don’t know if that’s canon or not cause I haven’t played that far into the game yet but what if the reader is new to their dorm so Vil tries to figure out their appetite and likes just to realize he’s never actually seen you eat before, even in the cafeteria (maybe just drinks or smoothies from time to time). Not that the reader has a disorder, just that they forgot to eat, is too lazy to, just doesn’t want to eat at that time, mainly eats at night or can just go long hours before feeling hungry. Now I have read your rules but I don’t know if this would count as any mental illness/disorder, so if it does then you can just ignore this and go on with your day. But if this doesn’t then could Vil lowkey observe (or ig just ask) the reader to figure them out or maybe even gain feelings while doing so? Again you can just ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it but thank you anyways

⁀➷ ˖ LACK OF APPETITE

notes ─── hello dear! it is actually canon that he creates routines and diets for his dormmates, it’s so sweet. anyways, sorry if this took too long but here you go! hope this is to your approval <3

VIL SCHOENHEIT ─── he does his best for all his dormmates, but you make it difficult. ♡ fluff mostly, gender neutral, mentions of not eating, lowercase intended, reader was in heartslabyul before they transferred, hints at feelings during the end

vil liked to pride himself in his ability to help his dormmates become the best version of themselves. he was careful and observant ─ meticulous in how he created diets and routines that worked best for every person in his dorm. everyone had their own diet, their own skincare routine, it was different for everyone. vil would spend nights in his room or the commons, noting down what certain students could and couldn’t eat, adding in allergies and current medical status. he wanted everyone to be their best self and that started with a routine.

but not many knew about his late planning, how much effort he put into making sure his dormmates felt confident in who they were and were healthy while doing so. pomefiore dorm residents complained. vil didn’t often hear them but he knew, but he couldn’t be upset about it, they followed his advice either way ─ he didn’t care if they hated him in the process. 

everyone in his dorm had a routine, a diet, even the freshmen he had spent a few late nights working hard to create a fitting diet for. ─ well, everyone did, that is, until you, a junior recently transferred from heartslabyul, came to his dorm. vil did what he always did when it came to creating a diet for his dormmates. but after many nights of a lack of development in his notes about you, creating a diet for you proved, simply put, difficult. 

if vil hadn’t seen you bite into the occasional apple slices or drink a small smoothie every once in a while, he would almost be under the impression you didn’t eat at all ─ which is ridiculous, but one can’t blame him when he hardly sees you pick up food, even as you sit in the cafeteria, scrolling through your phone and sitting with trey and cater as they ate their own lunch. neither of them seemed fazed by your lack of lunch, hardly batting an eye when you joined them and began a conversation. even when you denied an apple from trey, they didn’t seem all that concerned.

vil can admit he was starting to grow concerned the longer he watched this lack of routine in your diet. this was not good for your health ─ not eating. although you didn't look to be lacking nutrition, that didn't do much to sway vil’s concern for one of pomefiore’s residents.

vil was not one to dwell, if he had a question then he would simply ask.

that moment came after he had not seen you at dinner once more, despite you being one of the four in charge of dinner duty that night. ─ he asked the three dorm residents who were on cooking duty with you, and they shrugged, commenting that you said you “just weren’t all that hungry”. a repeating response you often give around breakfast and dinner time. ─ and vil thought it to be a good time to voice his concern with your lack of eating, so he began his way to your room.

“housewarden?” you asked with a bit of surprise, blinking at the actor who had just knocked on your door. you narrowed your eyes with confusion, and a little bit of concern, wondering if you had done something wrong, or if you had forgotten something. “is everything alright?”

vil nodded, quickly cutting to the chase of his visit before you could ask any more questions, “i have a concern, so if you could answer me truthfully, it would be appreciated.”

you blinked at him again, confusion visible in your expression as you repeated his words, “a concern?” you scratched your cheek awkwardly, releasing the hold you had on your bedroom door after opening it to his knocking before. “okay, sure.”

“[name],” he said your name rather sternly, “have you been eating properly?”

you let out a noise that sounded almost like a huh. you half expected this concern to be about your grades or school conduct (not that either were a cause for concern. you think). but to hear him ask about eating habits ─ wait, did he learn about the late nights you would sneak into the kitchen to make you food? you thought you were being careful! did rook find out? that hat wearing vice housewarden did always seem to know everything but would he snitch on you if he discovered your secret? trey was always more lenient back in heartslabyul, even when he would stumble upon you casually cooking a grilled cheese in the dark. perhaps you shouldn't have assumed rook would be the same (but trey also said he'd probably stay quiet if he did find you.)

“what do you mean?” you asked, hoping you weren't about to get in trouble for your late night snacking (snacking would really be an understatement, sometimes you'd cook yourself a complete meal).

“you’ve only been here for two weeks and yet you've skipped every breakfast and dinner, always with the same excuse.” he explained, to which you pursed your lips. “you also don't eat lunch, to my knowledge, even when you sit with your old dormmates. so, i ask again, are you eating properly?”

you were surprised, effectively caught off guard by your new housewardens confrontation. ─ “ah, shit.” you gasped, covering your mouth after the slip of the tongue, “i’m so sorry, housewarden.”

but vil didn't seem to bat an eye at your words, “if you struggle with food─.”

“it’s not like that!” you quickly interrupted him, before scrambling to apologize for doing so, “i’m sorry, but that's not it all.” 

your words gained you a look from vil that clearly held the question “then what is it?”. you sighed and your shoulders slumped ─ you never quite liked explaining your odd eating habits (or lack-there-of), because no one ever understood and always told you, you needed to stop. but it's not your fault!

but vil showed a concern, and you didn't want your eating habits to be mistaken for something more. ─ so you broke into a ramble of an explanation. 

“i do eat! swear., i actually think i eat pretty well!” you looked at your housewarden with an almost awkward grin, hoping that would be the end of it. but when that didn't seem to be a satisfactory answer for vil, you sighed and crossed your arms, and found yourself continuing into a familiar explanation.

"i don’t have a problem with eating. I’m just not usually hungry in the mornings so i just don't eat. but i do make myself food to have between my classes. but then i’m not hungry by lunch so i don't eat. and about dinner, i know i skip it, but i eat, just well, when everyone is asleep.” you scratched your cheek again, almost smiling embarrassingly as you added, “and uhm, well, sometimes, y’know, i forget.”

vil was silent for a moment, nodding slowly, “i see. i’m relieved to know you do eat.” you nodded and smiled at your new housewarden, but that smile faded when he looked back at you with a stern glare, “but, we do need to talk about this. it isn't very healthy.”

you frowned, “we do?”

vil was relieved to know you did eat ─ although you lacked a routine, you at least weren't unhealthy by going without food. but he certainly didn't enjoy finding out that there were moments eating simply crossed your mind, and you went without doing so. nor was he happy when he learned you would spend nights sneaking around the dorm to cook yourself something to eat or take something from the fridge to quickly snack on.

with the news of your rather not-so-ideal eating habits, he brought up helping you create a proper routine (and with it, a healthy, more steady diet), offering to create a process that would help you build one slowly, to your own rhythm. 

and you did agree, although, maybe with some hesitance. ─ you have tried giving yourself a routine, knowing that your habits weren't so ideal (especially forgetting to eat until the clock struck two and you were hit by the empty grumble of your stomach). but you ultimately, always failed. 

and so that's how you found yourself with a written schedule, one that explained your choice breakfast. a choice to eat between classes so that you will at least have energy to eat lunch, as well as dinner choices if you don't eat what was made. none of them were extreme, you noticed ─ vil had truly taken into account everything you told him. ─ your lack of appetite in the morning being one.

“good morning, [name].” you were greeted by the actor upon entering the dining room of pomefiore, many of your fellow dorm residents already sitting at the table. “will you be joining us? there's apples and other fruits on the table.” ─ and on the table there was a bowl of selections between fruits, something small but food nonetheless. 

“oh, sure!” you smiled, following your housewarden as he led you to the others. ─ a first small step to the beginning of a routine.

it was not easy to get used to a new routine, one that changed with your progress. ─ two weeks in, you did sit with your dormmates at breakfast, but always chose to eat a fruit or something else that was small (and vil approved). you still lack an appetite in the morning, and you doubted that would change. and then there was lunch ─ there were times you didn't eat, simply forgetting to grab a lunch as you greeted your friends. and then come dinner time, it was similar to lunch, forgetting and moving on to your room to study or entertain yourself until vil came to get you with a sigh.

but vil seemed to understand, even offering to remind you if it ever seemed like you were going to forget to eat again. 

this all inevitably led to more time spent with your housewarden ─ more than you had ever spent with riddle back in heartslabyul. and you learned about vil much like he learned about you.

vil schoenheit was a man who enjoyed routine in terms of skin and diets ─ he wanted the best for those around them. he was concerned for you and your eating habits (or perhaps rather, lack of), so he did his best to help you ─ to help you make a healthier, less worrying habit of diet. 

“housewarden!” 

vil paused, turning away from rook, who he was just conversing with to face the familiar voice. you waved and smiled at vil and and pomefiore’s vice housewarden as you approached, just before stopping in front of them. 

“hello, [name].” vil greeted.

“are you guys going to the cafeteria?” a nod from vil only kept your grin on your face, “mind if i join you guys?” 

vil looked back at his friend, who obviously held no objections to the new addition to their duo, smiling an all too familiar smile. he turned back to you with another nod, “not at all.”

“great!” you almost skipped alongside him as the three of you set out for the cafeteria, with you and rook breaking into easy conversation.

you eventually turned away from the hat wearing eccentric and towards your housewarden, humming, “say, have you heard what the ghosts will be be having today?” 

“a most favored sandwhich is on the menu!” rook answered for vil, and you turned to him, blinking. “but i fear we may be too late to get one of our own.”

“awe,” you sighed, “that’s too bad, i kinda wanted a sandwich for lunch today. maybe they'll have other choices.” 

vil looked at you after your comment, and smiled, “you’ll be eating lunch today, [name]?”

“yeah! a sandwich, probably. what do you think?” you looked at vil with a smile that didn't hide your own pride in yourself. you were happy to have found an appetite for lunch, (and remembered too!).

“that's good. i’m sure they'll have good choices to choose from. they often do.” vil nodded, and you lit up at the praise in his words ─ and vil was proud, glad you were finally going to eat something that wasn't just a smoothie and an apple. ─ you were making progress.

perhaps he'll have a sandwich as well.

this was fun and relatable. i forget to eat or just don't eat at a time one would think you should. or just lack an appetite. i need vil </3

sorry if there's any mistakes. i proofread this late at night.

do not repost, translate, copy or run my writing through an ai

[idkfitememate]

Deer Bones and Golden Crowns Pt.1

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૮꒰˶ᵔ ᗜ ᵔ˶꒱ა Pairings : GN! “Normal” Reader x Vil (& others!!)

૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა W.K. : 5k

໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ Tags/CW&TW : Descriptive Gore, yandere-esk reader, bodily gore

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note :(My sincerest apologies(/s), but this is a male reader! He/Him pronouns!! Anyone can read of course, but if I find any comments of a fetishized nature, your comment will be deleted and you will be promptly blocked! Thank you!!~)

Wendigo’s are spirits that claim body over the dead and force the risen corpse to eat the flesh of their brethren, turning others into flesh eating creatures such as themselves.

Changlings were many things, but the one thing they all had in common was that they were placed in the cradles of human children who were snatched away in the night by fairies. They had the innate ability to change their forms and appearances to become something they weren’t, to convince others they were that new form.

Now… what if these two creatures were to mate? A creature of infinite flesh and identities and one of never endearing hunger for flesh and a spirit of famine?

You would get the second in command of the young Schoenheit. Vil’s right hand man and assistant since birth.

(y/n).

He was of average height, average build, average hair color, average eye color, average everything.

Nothing about him stood out amongst the gorgeous crowd of those whom he would work with.

Though, he had an innate eye for beauty and details, even in the most of drab places. He had the ability to turn any old lump of coal into diamond. He could spot anyone and turn them into a star.

That’s why his parents worked out a deal with Vil’s.

(y/n) works with Vil to keep appearances and popularity stay shining, and Vil’s family will continue to house and tend to (y/n)’s.

Fair, yes?

Well it was, for some time anyway. Before Vil was whisked off in that Ebony Carriage guided by those horses of bone, off to Night Raven College, leaving (y/n) behind.

Leaving his friend behind.

At least, (y/n) would like to say they were friends, but he knew better. He was nothing more than another tool in Vil’s arsenal to keep him in the spotlight, but honestly? (y/n) couldn’t complain.

After years of being a glorified servant of the other, he grew an attachment to the blond/purple haired man. Seeing him everyday was apart of the fae boy’s daily routine and him being missing from it was already messing with him.

Even though Vil had only been taken shipped off around a day ago. But that wasn’t the biggest issue.

The biggest issue would have to be the fact that an Ebony Carriage had come for him a few nights before, and in a fit of rage he destroyed it.

Though he did more than just throw stones or bricks, he intended to send a message. YOU intended to send a message.

A message asking why the fuck they would dare try to separate you from your *kostbar schimmernder stern.

You broke the coffin in, shattering the glass surrounding it. You did torch the wood of the carriage, and completely destroyed the small mirror that rested on the top of that forsaken coffin.

You sent it on its way as a warning.

Only to come and regret that decision as you watched from the tree line as the carriage that now held the sleeping body of your friend rid off under the moonlight.

After his leaving, you barely left your room, only carrying out your job with… lesser clients via email or a messenger. Though if not in your room, you’d be in the forest, most likely with your parents.

Speaking of, all your life you kept your family heritage a secret. Whenever someone wanted to meet your parents - such as Vil’s parents - they’d speak through a servant or you. Not to say that they looked inhuman, in fact, they were like you in human forms. Both shockingly average.

But rather because neither, no matter how much practice they had, they could never get over their… urges.

Your mother was a very, very old wendigo, older than most fae really. You could hear her cries beyond the gates of the house, the signs of a successful hunt. Never was she not bloody, her hair drenched in the red, sticky substance and her teeth stained crimson. She carried the scent of death with her everywhere, and sometimes you could see her “fixing” her body, otherwise known as sewing her skin back together. She had made an effort to never allow you to see her “true” form, but that was for naught as very early on in your life you had seen her stalking back to the house, two dead bucks trapped in her maw as her bones and joints creaked with every movement.

Her bloodshot eyes meeting yours. Blood dripping off her skull and large, sharp antlers onto your dolls.

You personally could say the dolls looked better dressed in red.

And your father, ever the trickster he was. With a glance of the untrained eye, and he would seem entirely human. Though, by living with him you could both see and feel, deeply that something was wrong. How his joints would twitch and jut in odd ways, how his expressions were always just slightly off the mark. How he wouldn’t eat, wouldn’t drink. How he never slept or even breathed. If you pressed into his skin enough, you could feel a wooden texture beneath the flesh, and his eyes were dull, as if carved from stone.

His teeth twitched as though alive, and his throat would make the oddest noises, such as bark rubbing together or leaves rustling against each other. Sometimes you could find him staring into the forest, his eyes completely blacked out, his body changing and shifting. His arms too long and his legs too short. His hair both shaggy and sleek while long and short. Haunting noises scraping themselves from his throat.

And sometimes you could hear something respond.

After Vil left, you’d go hunting with your mom, seeing the love she put into every kill for you, as you began to eat with her. She forbade you from eating meals with her due to her diet, but seeing how upset you were, she made an exception.

The feeling of raw deer flesh on your tongue as you gnawed on bones to help clean your teeth, feeling blood run down your chin as you shoved your face into the neck of a fresh kill, your mother kneeled over in her true form, chuffing and licking at your back with love. The grime of dried blood and small hairs beneath your nails as you clawed deeper and deeper into the corpse.

You found a beauty in it.

The beauty of life and death; the circle of life, you supposed.

You’d do the same with your dad, him helping you with your magic output. Finding out that you had inherited your mothers instincts with your fathers innate ability to change. Not your signature spell, but a powerful magic nonetheless.

You spent your days inside or with your family as grief at the loss of your friend consumed you.

You regretted not going when you had the chance. You wanted and needed to find a way inside that damned school.

As you cuddled into the warmth of the pile your family had formed on a pile of blankets and pillows under a window that allowed sunlight to stream onto you, you began to form a plan.

Didn’t that designer work there? What was his name…

Divus Crewel?

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍮🍯🍧୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

It hadn’t been hard really, to get in contact with the fashionista, but after a couple emails you finally got one back.

The school year had started by now, so designing for him was more of a pastime right now rather than a job. But that didn’t stop others from making requests. And no matter how punctual he was with his years of experience, there would always be something or someone to throw him off. Having someone to manage a schedule and otherwise would be a large help, and with your rather impressive portfolio, you knew he’d be bound to say yes.

And yes he did say.

You were scheduled to move to NRC in a few days, packing your belongings in a large suitcase. You heard the door open to your room but didn’t move from your packing instead letting your mother walk to you. You closed the suitcase in time the stopthe blood splatter from the large dead bear she dropped to touch your clothes. Finally looking up at her, she had a small smile on her patchwork face.

“Eat.”

That was all she said but you understood. Usually - with you anyway - the hunts were small with deer or bucks, the occasional fox, wolf or small bunny for a snack. But a bear, that was something worth celebrating. Not to say your mother couldn’t catch something larger, but it was the largest thing she caught for you.

It was a parting gift.

You knew that hunting would become a scarce activity and that’d you’d once more need to get acquainted with regular foods, so this was a very welcome gift, as after this it’d be nothing but cooked meats for you, unfortunately.

Your hands easily gripped the flesh through It’s fur, tearing a large chunk off its neck. You ran a hand through the thick coat before tugging, and with a swift pull, nearly all fur came off the chunk.

You brought the bare skin to your mouth, sinking razor sharp teeth into it. You could tell it was fresh, from the mass amounts of blood that spilled down your chin. The disgusting sounds of flesh being chewed could be heard throughout the home as your father walked in, in his hands a box.

You placed your bite down and rubbed your hands on your pants, turning to him. He stepped over, not minding the blood now on his shoes, and crouched dow, placing the box in your lap.

He ran and hand through your hair as you took in the box.

It was white with a large red bow, small black accents patterned across the top.

Gently untying the bow and lifting the top, a butchers set and a makeup set lay before you, in the center a small gemstone mixed with purple and red sat before you. Picking it up you realized what it was.

When practicing your magic, your parents would offer up an old wand or pen, as was customary. You had yet to do anything with your own life, in the sense that you had yet to fly the nest.

And here you were, making your first decision for yourself. One that would lead you away from here.

From them.

A magic gem.

You could feel the power dripping from inside it, pushing into your being and forcibly flowing through your veins. Looking at the knife and makeup brush sets you noted the small indents in parts of their bases. You gently placed the gem in the sharpener - it was the most normal looking compared to the others, looking like a metal wand - and waved it a bit, small sparkles emanating from its tip.

You stared at the duel sets, then gently set the sharpener down, before leaping up and hugging your father. Your mother quickly got up as well, wrapping her much longer arms around you and your father, none of you minding the blood staining your clothes.

Tomorrow was a new day.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🎂🍭🍡୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

“Glad to see you made it in one piece.”

You stood before Divus Crewel, sciences teacher of Night Raven College and fashion designer. Together in the hall of mirrors, he motioned you forward and began to walk to another mirror, to what you only could assume were the teachers housing.

Dragging behind you were multiple bags, considering the contract you both came up with required you to be on campus the whole time you were employed during the school year, if only to keep you close. The black and white man apparently much more preferred face to face meetings over calls and e-mails.

Divus looked back at you. You had at least five large suitcases and a slew of smaller bags, but were carrying them with ease. By now you had both stepped through the mirror towards his current home and were simply walking the trail to the building, but you were keeping up with his brisk pace with no problem.

He’d be a fool to say he hadn’t heard of you. Just like all the models he worked with, your name was all over the high world of acolytes. You had clients in every circle, and not one of them was dissatisfied. One of the youngest in the business, at only eighteen, Divus would’ve expected you to be a bit ‘shaky on your legs’ so to speak, but you held yourself up high, no signs of stopping or of any fatigue.

Such an interesting boy you are…

“I meant to ask before, but what made you so eager to ask for this role?” Crewl was many things, but stupid wasn’t one of them. He knew Vil had just recently came to NRC, leaving you without your biggest star. So to reach out to Crewl just a few weeks later, he had a feeling he knew why you were here. But he wanted to see if you’d admit it.

“I had recently seen your work. And after… ‘loosing’ Vil, a lot of my work time has dropped. I needed to be busy again, after my few weeks of down time. I hope you understand, fashion is a bit out of my expertise, but I figured it’d be a fun new experience.”

Crewl opened the door to the rather large mansion-like building, guiding you down hall after hall, you immediately making note of every twist and turn as the salt and pepper haired man showed you to what you assumed would be your room for the rest of the school year.

“I see… well, these will be your living quarters till the end of our current contract. I will leave you to get situated for tonight and will show you around the school tomorrow. This weekend will be spent showing you around the rest of this building and fully ironing out your role and duties under me, understood?” You nodded.

“Good pup. Have a good night.” You stared at the back of his head as he walked out of the room and closed the door. You immediately looked around the room taking it in.

It was large, much larger than your own back home. High walls with near ceiling to floor length windows surrounded you, the walls painted in grays and black with hints of purples and golds.

A tribute to the Headmaster of this place, you assumed.

Your new Alaskan king sized canopy bed sat in a corner with sheets that matched to walls, the only other furniture being a desk with a chair, a nightstand, and a dresser. You sighed, knowing your pockets were about to be drained in order to personalize the room.

You walked over to a door, opening it to find the largest walk-in closet - next to Vil’s - you’d ever seen. The damn thing even had a couple levels.

Then you checked the bathroom, which had a glass shower with far too many buttons levers, a quite large and wide clawfoot bathtub, a large vanity with two sinks - why would you ever need two??? - and a towel closet that, again, was much to large for its intended purpose.

Though curiously, in the back of the towel closet, was a magic imbued safe. Quickly figuring out that it responded to a spell of the users choice, you choose a spell of Wendigo nature and unlocked it, walking back to the main room and taking out both sets of “wands” your father gave you. You removed the sharpener from the box and took the others back into the bathroom, quickly pushing them into the safe and locking it back up.

Now, it was time for a room makeover… or the best you could right now, anyway.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍪🍦🍯୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

The last of your clothes are placed into the closet and sighed. All unpacked, all that was left was actually giving the room a makeover, you were just stuck between actually putting in some elbow grease and doing it yourself, or just magicing - is that a word? - the room and being done with it.

As you pondered, you glanced out the window, noting the moon was starting to rise, sky dark and shining with stars. At that same moment, your stomach growled. You huffed and walked over to the window, staring out at the back of the building, noticing in a forest behind it. In fact, you now recalled that a forest surrounded the damn thing.

How… convenient.

You grabbed your wand and threw on a pair of boots and an over coat that was already painted a deep crimson, as well as a small satchel, and stalked out the door, humming quietly to yourself.

You snuck through halls, hypersensitive to any boards that seemed a little too loose for your liking. You leapt over railing and fell to the first floor, opening the front door silently and closing it behind you. Your nail grew into a point, and you entered it to the lock, locking the door back into place. Then, you took off into the night, rushing through trees.

You dropped to all fours and ran faster, taking in the night air.

You heard your limbs snap as your form changed, long and jagged antlers protruding from your head as the skin melted off your face. Your limbs lengthened and your legs became unguligrade, bones cracking and rebuilding themselves. Your awkward run became a strong gallop, your body thinning until your ribs pushed through your skin and spine protruding from your back.

You sniffed the air, taking in the scents of different animals that desperately ran from you already, your presence already disrupting the peace of the forest simply by being there.

… a little doe was nearby.

Your head snapped in her direction. Skin that was still rotting off you flying off from the sheer force of your head. You leaned low, head nearly touching the floor of the forest, stalking towards her direction.

Your breathing was shallow, antlers lightly scraping the branches above you. Slowly, the doe came into view, lightly munching away on grass and flowers in the moonlight. Tan fur flowed in the wind, ears twitching and nose sniffing.

She was beautiful.

When you came into the clearing, her head perked up immediately, looking at you. You huffed and stayed low, tail wagging behind you in wait. She stared for a moment longer before quietly diving back down into her meal. If you had lips, you would’ve smiled.

You continued to crawl forward, the doe no longer caring about your being there, caring only for the flowers she feasted on. You finally came to a point where she was only a few feet away, her scent searing into your nose, making your already shallow breathing harder.

You stalled, letting the wind brush through your fur, before you strike. And the moment came.

You leapt from the ground, jaw crunching around her neck before she could make a noise. Blood licked your nostrils, splattering across your form as the sickening snap of her neck resounded through the forest.

Without hesitation you marred her pure flesh with your tainted teeth. You tore through her skin to the meat, biting down on her shoulder. You shredded the muscle, chewing till bone then working your way down till nothing but the guts remained, to which you began to shift back.

Your body was still covered in the sticky blood. You made sure all your clothes shifted with you, counting the layers in your head. With a nod you whipped out your wand and whispered a spell, the remaining guts and bone bunching themselves together. With the small satchel in hand, you scooped up the remains and began the trek back to the house, moon hanging in the sky, the only witness to your brutality.

You went the way you came once entering the establishment, steps light and airy. You made it to your room in record time, waltzing into the bathroom and hiding your cloak and boots in the back, near the safe. You removed the pouch from a pocket and set on the sink as you washed up, a quick shower rising you of your sin. You and the pouch made your way into the bedroom and the pouch made its way into a small drawer in your nightstand, a chilling spell placed over it as you snuggled up in the side sheet, satin pajamas hugging your figure.

It was only a few hours you slept, rising when the suns rays had just barely touched the surface of the world. You rose with no hesitation, wide awake almost immediately. You rushed to the bathroom and began your morning ritual, having picked up some tips from Vil as the years went by. Face creams and masks, makeup of all types. You’d gotten so good that you knew you could rush with no restraint.

You had more than enough time before school started, hell, you knew you were most likely one of the only people awake. But it was for a purpose.

You needed to be on the good side of the teachers above all.

You may have only been employed with Crewl, but throughout your day, you mostly only be speaking and seeing the teachers. Rushing to your drawer - without changing. There was no need right now - you took out what was left of the doe. You slipped on some fuzzy slippers and rushed down the halls, again, missing all creaky floorboards and sniffing the air, following the smell of herbs and coffee in the mansion.

You made it to the kitchen without trouble, opening the pouch and feeling around in the pouch, removing the intestines.

Sausage was on the menu this morning. You hoped no one was a vegan.

It was easy to begin cooking. Vil loved your cooking. No one could do it right like you, he constantly said. Once more, you were fast and effective, starting the coffee maker. You also started some eggs and hash browns, biscuits and chopping fruit.

You multitasked, buttering the biscuits and flipping eggs, making both sunny side up - a personal favorite for you - and scrambled. As you took the hash browns out, you heard shuffling behind you, as well as the meowing of a cat.

… Can cats eat sausage?

You turned around and met the gaze of an older man with greying hair and a black cat around his shoulders.

Mozus Trein… and his cat, Lucius.

“I assume you are Crewl’s new assistant?” Short sweet and strait to the point. You simply nodded, taking the fresh made sausage out the pan and letting it cool off to the side. With a step, you took the cup you placed from under the coffee machine, turning back to him.

“Do you like anything in your coffee? Or do you prefer it black? Or, would you prefer anything else?” Lucius jumped off from the older man’s shoulders onto the island counter, him taking a seat and crossing his legs. You noted he was fully dressed for the day, despite it barely being six am.

“Milk and two sugars, thank you.” He hummed. The glanced away before turning back. “And would you mind grabbing the paper? We get it delivered, should be at the door by now.” You nodded and took off, not looking back.

Now that it was light out, you took your time to examine the halls a bit more thoroughly. Paintings lined the walls, each of different landscapes that painted the world of Twisted Wonderland.

The most prominent being - of course - the seven lands in which The Great Seven all hail from.

The Queendom of Roses, Sunset Savana, the Coral Sea, the Scalding Sands, Briar Valley, and others.

Each portrait was lifelike. Each snowflake glinting back at you and each thorn looking as though you’d cut yourself if you poked at it. You could see each individual grain of sand and scale on a fish. It was impressive.

Finally making it to the front once more, you were met with a man who was getting ready to head out. He had dreads and was wearing something akin to a suit, though a waiter’s apron was tired to his waist. You had come from behind, so hearing you he turned, and you also saw he had white paint streaked across his skin.

“Now, who may you be?” He asked, you staring becoming blatant. Your eyes didn’t move from analyzing him, grunting. After another moment of silence and the man seemingly starting to sweat, you hummed, moving to the front door and throwing it open. You quietly picked up the newspaper and turned back to him.

“Crewl’s new assistant, (Y/n).” Was all you said, though you kept staring. After another moment of silence, he seemed to note that you were waiting for him to introduce himself.

“Well then uh… names Sam. I run Mr. S’s Mystery Shop. Pop by if you’re in the need for anything..?” He drew off as he watched you walk away, back in the direction of the kitchen.

“What a weird kid…”

Your steps once more echoed in the halls as you re-entered the kitchen, seeing that Mozus had helped himself and served himself up a plate. Before you could announce yourself, however, a large hand clapped itself on your back, making you stumble forward.

Without a word, you fell face first onto the floor, newspaper still in hand.

Still, quiet silence followed.

“Uh… you okay, kid?” Your grunted, still lying on the floor. A hand, the same one you guessed, grabbed you by the scruff of your sleep shirt and yanked you upward, you still like a kitten. When you were dropped back onto your feet, you turned and found the PE teacher, Ashton Vargas.

You nodded at him before he could speak and wondered over to Mozus, who was watching the whole interaction with little care. You gently placed the newspaper in front of him and he thanked you with a nod, Lucius meowing at you.

You then faced Ashton, holding a hand out. He grasped it and squeezed - though you’re sure it was unintentional - and shook it with vigor.

“Sorry ‘bout that! Ashton Vargas, PE teacher here at Night Raven. You?” You nodded in kind.

“(Y/n), Crewl’s new assistant. Pleasure.” Your face remained blank through the interaction, gaze breaking for a moment only to look at the breakfast you’d prepared, then looking back at the rather built man.

“I’ve prepared a breakfast if you-“ “I’m good, thank you.” Your eyebrow raised in question and the man laughed, making Mozus groan.

“I already ate about… twelve-dozen eggs this morning during my pre-school work out!” Your eye twitched at the thought. Due to your biology, you could ingest raw egg no problem, but to eat twenty-four strait raw eggs just sounds… you couldn’t do it. So instead, you simply nodded and walked over to the food, grabbing a bit of everything before looking back at the two.

“Where is Mr. Crewl’s room?” Ashton blinked before nodding towards the door.

“Just down the hall, he’s closest to the kitchen actually. Shocked he ain’t out here yet honestly.” You nodded and made your way out of the kitchen, walking steadily down the hall, balancing the plate on one hand.

Walking down the hall, you kept an eye out for the correct door. You didn’t want to open a closet or anything. But suddenly, someone crashed into you. Crewel fell from the impact, your form still standing strong with the plate of food unmoving.

“Where were you?!? I’ve been searching for ten minutes now!! Come come, time is waisting and I still have to put you in uniform.” You tilted your head as Crewel stood back up, walked behind you and began to push you to what you could only assume was his room.

“Uniform?” You questioned. Crewel sighed, but smirked as well. “Yes uniform. A little something a threw into our contract at the very end. You don’t mind, do you?” You grunted. Should’ve seen something akin to this coming, you supposed, but you couldn’t loose this. You hadn’t even seen Vil yet.

“Fine.” “Good, now, come along.” And off you both went, to gain your new uniform.

૮꒰づ˶• ༝ •˶꒱づ ˚ʚ ꒰⁐⁐⁐⁐୨🍩🍮🍨୧⁐⁐⁐⁐꒱ ɞ˚

The uniform wasn’t too bad. A fluffy tailcoat - with coat tails, not real ones - that went to the backs of your knees, a vest that was the reverse of his in terms of color, black dress pants and black dress shoes. You looked nice, in your own opinion at least.

As you looked yourself over in the mirror, Crewel sat at his desk, munching away on the breakfast you made.

“This is pretty good...” He mumbled as he watched you twirl in the mirror, taking in every part of your new outfit. He hummed, placing his fork down and grabbing his teacher pointer and standing.

“Come on, let’s not waste anymore time. I’ll give you a quick rundown of some things I’ll need you to do at the school, but as I said, we will fully go over your duties during the weekend. Understood?” You nodded and walked out with him, patting your body and sighing when you felt your ‘wand’ in your picket.

And off you both went. Walking the trail towards the gate that would lead to NRC.

To your new life for the next couple of months, maybe even years.

Something inside you, your heart perhaps, beat rapidly at the thought of seeing Vil again, even if just for a class period. You were… excited?

Yes, excited.

It was time to begin. To get your Vil back.

໒꒰ྀི˶˙Ⱉ˙˶꒱ྀིა Author’s note : Nah I gotta split this motherfucker up because what in the hell-

I’m so fucking tied but I wanna continue this but it’s already so fucking long- eh I’ll finish it later have this-

Love you guys <3

[yourfavepookiebear]

How would malleus, rook, vil, epel, and riddle react to a male yandere reader? Let’s say that the reader just gave them a love letter with a blood stain ?

Okie dokie pookie I have 15 minutes to write this before my next class so hold on tight, this is gonna be a wild ride !

Rook

Already had his suspicions that you're a yandere but didn't outright make it obvious that he knew, even though he made no effort to hide it

He accepted the letter, and thanked you for it, flashing you his usual bright smile

Did not question whose blood it was, he probably already knew that's why he didn't question anything

"My, How romantique of you, thank you very much, I shall cherish this."

Riddle

first of all, he is flabbergasted, speechless, dumbfounded, at a loss for words, just blankly staring at you with wide eyes.

Then after a moment he finally recomposes himself and accepts the love letter.

Asks you whose blood it is and why it's on the letter.

Stares at you suspiciously, clearly aware there's something very wrong here.

Depending on the answer you give he will either just politely leave, interrogate you, or "Off with your head !!"

Vil

Also flabbergasted (2.0)

"Is that...blood ?"

Will definitely interrogate you or something, it depends.

Is very suspicious of you, already suspects you've most likely done something very bad.

Politely accepts the love letter, you can't tell if he actually reciprocates the feeling or is just being polite.

Probably asks Rook to investigate a bit, after you left

Epel

"Hell yeah !! did you beat someone's ass ??"

"Go bad bitch go bad bitch go !" Kinda thing, thinks you just beat someone up. (I mean, you did, but also more than that.)

No further context needed. Lmfao

Malleus

Immediately knows it's blood, but doesn't question it.

He accepts it wholeheartedly and also asks you out while he's at it. With the advice of grandpa Lilia

Is actually more worried for you,

asks you not to do anything hurtful/harmful to yourself, whether it's harming someone for him, or fighting.

I don't really know how to explain it so i hope you get what I mean lmao

[mvskedxrtist]

Fit for a Queen

Wᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: Hypersensitivity, Praise Kink, Slight Master Kink, Cockwarming, Nipple Play

Nᴏᴛᴇ: Uhh first time posting something like this so please go easy on me. Not really used to writing in second person but this might help overtime. Reblogs and just overall comments I appreciate!

AMAB!Reader x Vil Schoenheit - Fit for a Queen

What to do, what to do.. Well you already had set up the next unbirthday party for your dorm, did all your chores, and even finished all of your homework. You were completely bored and needed something fun. You would of asked your boyfriend Vil if the two of you could spend time together but he had explained that he had a photo shoot for the day. So now here you were, laying on your bed in the Heartslabyul dorm. Maybe you should take a nap, and you were if Vil hadn't texted you in that minute.

My Queen 💜👑: My dorm, next five minutes.

Well he came back quickly. But it just meant you got to spend more time together with him. And he did so pretty quickly. The next ten minutes after arriving in Pomefiore was filled with soft loving from the two to Vil in reverse cowgirl on your length, your chest pressed against his back, and your fingers slowly twisting his nipples. Seems the both of you had been too deprived from school and Vil's career that your lovely Queen needed some relief.

"H-hahh— [Name], stop the teasing.." Vil whined softly as he looked back at you. The slight sinister look on your face as you continued to tease the model, flicking his nipples and kissing the back of his neck. He couldn't hold his whimpers in anymore, it felt too good.

"Ahhh— M-master~" Vil had been letting out the cutest moans while you kept teasing him. You hadn't moved your cock an inch once it was in Vil yet he was already so sensitive from your touch.

"Aww.. I haven't done much yet you're moaning for me~ gods, you sound so cute my Queen~" You chuckled into his ear before kissing the back of his neck. The Heartslabyul student did know that after, Vil would get mad if someone sees the mark, so you picked somewhere that could be hidden by his uniform.

"Such a pretty queen aren't you baby?~" You smiled and hugged the Housewarden close, the shift in his body made Vil moan a bit louder than what he wanted but panted softly and looked back at his boyfriend.

"I hate when you make me feel so sensitive to your touch.." Vil jokingly grumbled and sighed while you laughed softly and played with his hair. "Sure you do, my fairest Queen. Sure you do."

[thatoneguydownthestreet]

I have no clue if your taking requests so ignore this if you not

But if you are... hear me out housewardens (manly leona) try and get apocalypse y/n into a bath

I say this because in your hc ut says leona throws up when they first met. So yeah

Ao3 is down and i’m pissed. also here's some music

FEM ALIGNED PLEASE DNI

Dorms make you take a damn bath.

Riddle Rosehearts: 

you were, for some ungodly reason, confused on why his face looks like someone force fed him sixteen lemons in a row whenever your around

well, my stupid student, that’s because you, yes you, smell like dog shit

old, cold, fermented dog shit that was left out in the rain

in other words: you stink

and riddle is loosing his damn mind over it

how does one go about telling this to their friend?

in a polite manner?

because he caN’t jUsT teLl yoU

so he tries to drop little hints

Tries

just small things at first

Just a little air freshener tree that you get at the carwash here and there

you find a mysterious perfume bottle on your night stand after Duece spent the night at Ramshackle

look! it smells like cherries!

too bad you didn’t trust it at all!

oh and look at this, an expensive cologne bottle that smells like sandelwood? isn’t that just plesent? Isn't it nice?

welp, it’s not yours! better put it back where you found it, someone's probably losing their shit looking for it

Riddle is now getting a bit desperate here

just a tad

Just a tad bit desperate

...anything can help right?

he makes Cater drop off a change of clothes for you. just some of the spare clothes that weren’t exactly his dorm uniform, that for some reason, he found laying around. 

he’d have to have a little “chat” about that later with his dorm

He also kindly requested that Cater steal some of your clothes so he could wash them for once

(he was being quite literal on the “for once” part. those things smelled like they’ve never touched an ounce of detergent since you got them from crowly) 

unfortuanatly, you are way too observant for your own good, and catch onto shit way too fast for his liking (or anyones liking) and quickly became suspicious about your missing clothes that miraculous reappeared in your drawers smelling...different

Riddle started feeling a little guilty for this after you locked yourself in your room for three days, and then came back out looking absolutely exhausted, checking over your shoulder like you had when you first got here

(Cater could have sworn he saw lilia looking at him with a dead stare out of the corner of his eye every time he went to club. Kalim said he was probably imagining it.)

Soon enough, operation mystery laundry was void

Meaning, your clothes returned to smelling like shit

And you...well, you never really stopped

.....ok.

Ok. He can work around this.

Hahahaha....Hahaha...ha....fuck

If ace trappola looks at you one day, says he's sorry, and then takes out a can of frebreez air freshener and sprays away, don't question shit, perfect

You brought this on yourself

But you of course, act like a cat being chased with a spray bottle, and run away

It for real takes trey to be the only responsible adult (NRC is an actual college and they're all adults fight me) in the entire goddamn campus to actually walk up to you and tell you you smell like ass

You then have a conversation about the rarity of clean water in you world

That conversation causes trey to come back to heartslabyul, take a metal bucket, fill it with clean, clear water, and then promptly dump it on you

And then he refills it with soapy water

That's right folks!

He's washing you, and your clothes!

Somewhere in the background, an NPC sees this and goes to notify riddle of the weird shit happening in the kitchens

Riddle doesn't know how to feel about this

He's definitely not happy but...he ain't mad about it either

He just makes an unfortunate NPC grab some towels for you

You didn't really know how to use the towels

Is it a blanket? No?

Your supposed to get it wet....

??huh?

Later that night, one Cater Diamond will whip out a PowerPoint presentation has been sitting in his computer for an undisclosed amout if time, explaining what a bath is

Everyone will thank him the next day for it

Ace still has the frebreez bottle btw, it's now used discreetly in alchemy class for whenever he and duece fuck up a potion

Leona Kingscholar:

Oh boy here we go

The cat man has gone from simply laying around in the [thingy] gardens to straight up rolling around in the plants to mask your smell just enough to not hurl on ground the second he sees you

this works 70% of the time

The other 30% is between him, ruggie, and the bathrooms

And once he realizes Jack howl hangs our with you on a regular basis?

Well, let's just say said dog boy is a little confused on why he's suddenly getting so much respect from his dorm members

Anyways, you leona doesn't really do anything about it at first.

You don't come by savanaclaw that much and your paths don't naturally cross too often, so doing something about the absolute toxic waste smell mixed with a half rotting animal carcass doesn't really have much...appeal to it

That was until this moment

Because you, my adorable little shit stain, were now in his PE class

PE class.

The class where everyone gets sweaty and smelly anyway

The only class that happened outside, you know, where his nose is just a little more sensitive because of the wind?

Yeah? That class

....great sevens help him

There are no pleasant smelling flowers in the fliedhouse. There is no access to any type of perfumes in the flied house because there are no pomefiore students out here

Ah shit, look at him, wishing for a pomefiore student

Never thought that one would happen

Anyways, kalim will later question leona about why he's been staying so close to him during PE recently

Because you are constantly bathed in inscents and spices kalim. inscents and spices

You are quickly deemed to jack work

Yeah, no way in hell is he dealing with this by himself, and ruggie isn't either, leona kind of need him alive to do his laundry (and provide the occasional comedic relief for whenever his brain decides it hates him a little more that day)

Now, jack is a lot of things

And he's usually prepared for whatever bullshit his dormmates and friends throw at him

But this...

Um. Perfect. Bro. Can you...can you perhaps not smell yourself?

Because he can

Everyone can. Actually

His approach is thankfully more quick than riddles

But he still tries to do it the polite way first

Leaving some cacti and succulents that had flowered early in your dorm room from time to time

They ultimately did nothing on their own, which is why he made epel politely convinced vil to put a little scenting spell on them

....it kind of works?

Congratulations Y/N. You now smell like shit with flowers on top

Which is arguably worse, but leona and literary EVERYONE ELSE will take what they can get

....

And then there's ruggie

He doesn't know when or why it happened, but he thinks it had something to do with the way you always seemed to marval at the water

He didn't eat in the cafeteria often, usually just eating on the go or whenever he found the time

But he still needed to get in there everyday for a certain spoiled prince

So...he saw you there sometimes

...and he saw your face when you looked at the water everyone else was drinking

You had stopped wearing that weird mask a long time ago (ruggie could vaguely remember leonas shoulders dropping the slightest bit when he told him....he wonders why that was sometimes)

The day you had taken it off was certainly...an event

But it turned out to be a good thing in the end, because seeing your face and what you were feeling was so much easier

And it let him see that painfully familiar face of disbelief and envy so much earlier

He knew those faces for a good reason. They'd been his after all, once upon a time

....he shouldn't do this

...

....he really shouldn't do this

....

When ruggie was nine years old, he saw a dead man just behind the old, half dried up waterhole that his ancestors ancestors used to gather water from

He had died from a disease that had made its way into their water supply

He remembered coming down with a bad fever shortly after and despite the dry heat of the desert, ruggie bucchi had never felt so cold

The old king of sunset savanna, leona kingscholars late father, had sent in doctor's and scientists and a years worth of clean water for his village only a few months later

Too bad they didn't come earlier...

It would've save a couple body bags

He hoped, oh great seven he'd hoped, that no one else dear to him had ever had to live that particular part if his life

...

...too bad nothing ever likes going his way

Your water didn't deserve to be called water, to have the glory and credit of the ever precious resource that allowed life itself

Because your water, wasn't water

It was poison

It's was a sickly brown, sometimes green, sometimes black, poison

And it was everywhere in the tunnels, you had said

"When I was little, I was playing around in an old abandoned army tank-"

("a what?" "Don't worry about it")

"-and...well, I guess we played a little too hard, because I got cut. Just a small scrape on my knee really..."

"But...it was enough for the water to make its way into my blood"

"...one of the medics. A man named Abdul? Yes. Abdul. He was able to bleed me just enough before it made its way in too deep"

"But still...the days after."

"I had never felt so...so.."

"...cold?", his voice came out in a whimper. It was barely a whisper

And he swore he felt his heart break a little when you shook your head with a sad smile

"Freezing"

....

....

A few things changed after that

It turns out, washing wounds with clean water and soap was a good way to treat wounds

Even the small ones!

"And it keeps you healthy! You won't get sick as easily as before!"

Ruggie didn't know exactly how to feel about the way your eyes sparkled at that

Azul Ashengrotto:

You must be out of your God damn mind if you think your even allowed in the lounge

Sorry perfect, but Azul has a business to run and patrons to keep happy, and you, my dear boy, do not currently spark joy

You smell like the trash that would sometimes wind up in the sea, despite it being illegal to dump your shit in the sea but whatever

He didn't like that you smelled so much like home

...but also not like home

The smell of the ocean on you was undeniable, but...you also smelled. Toxic

And he, for the life of him, just couldn't figure out why

He's not totally sure he wanted to figure out why

Something had clicked for jade a while back, that he was atleast semi-certain of

It was hard not to be, really

After all, he had never seen a look of horror that had crossed his vice wardens face quite like that before

He could still catch him looking at you in the halls, looking like he wanted to go right up to you and confirm whatever suspicions he had

But he never did...

Maybe it was because you weren't really close

Or maybe it was because you smelled terrible

Nah but seriously perfect, you act like the perfect gentleman when your not on survival mode, so why can't you just attempt to smell nice?

One shower ☝️ just- just one!

Please!

Here! Hell lend you some of this cologne too! It's expensive and it smells very pleasant if he says so himsel- wait- perfect- where the fuck are you going?

You were later found on the ceiling by lilia

....

How did you even..?

.

Whatever.

He's not wasting his time thinking about this right now

He has a restaurant to open! People to manage! A Floyd leech to control! And a fire cat to-

....

.......

Ya'know what? Jade wanted to talk to you anyways

This is his problem now

Floyd should be enough to keep the costumers and employees in line while he's making contracts in the back right?

Right

So when you open the dorm to Ramshakle and see one jade leech carrying a terrified grim in his arms, you better not complain about a damn thing Y/N

...

Anyways, you and jade are having some tea

You got it from kalim! It's the most expensive thing in the whole dorm!

Jade had a friendly smile on his face while he watched you make it

Why was he so focused on how much sugar you put in though?

..whatever man.

He took his midly sweet with two cubes of sugar and you took a strange satisfaction in watching his face go from friendly to horrified disbelief as he watched you dump about half the damn sugar from the container into yours

You still hadnt said anything

...

It was getting a little awkward. He was watching you drink your tea like a hawk

He lowkey looked concerned for your health

And sanity. Probably. Yeah

"So uh. Perfect?"

Oh?

"Hm?"

"May i ask a question?"

"What type of question?"

"A possibly deeply personal one"

There was a pause.

"...Well you can ask"

"Ah...so. you said you lived next to the ocean?"

You probably shouldn't have brightened at the mention of that...wretched place

....but it was still you home

And people will miss there home like people do

"Yes. Although I could never really go out to the surface by myself, so I never really got to see the sun rise over the horizon..i never got to see the sun at all actually"

He looked...

You couldn't really name how he looked

"Oh."

"..."

"So. This question. Did you...was the water. What was the water like?"

"What do you mean?"

"Well, what color was it"

"It water that ran through the tunnels closest to the shore line always looked very...dark I guess? But now because of the lighting, some of the water itself was straight up black"

Jade wasn't smiling anymore.

"The elders had to boil it at least five times over before it was safe to drink"

No. Jade wasn't smiling at all.

"I see."

"So I'm guessing you didn't exactly waste any water to bathe?"

You tilted you head to the side in confusion

"Um. No?"

"...well that explains a couple things"

Two hours later, you were dressed down to your boxers and a T-shirt, and being thrown in a tub full of foamy water

It smelled rather pleasant

The water was warm. Was it freshly boiled?

Yeah. Probably.

...

Thos felt. Nice.

Jade picked up a rectangular shaped bottle and squirted a liquid in his hands. It reminded you if that laundry detergent you saw ruggie using to wash leonas clothes

Oh.

It was soap?

You felt long slender finders work it's way into your hair

Oh

...

"Tilt your head back for me please"

You did as requested

When had you closed your eyes?

The sound of gentle splashing and the feeling of your hair getting wet ... shouldn't have been this relaxing

The texture of the soap felt different somehow. Less liquid and more foam

It was nice.

.

.

.

Jade had excused himself after washing your hair. Explaining what to do with your body and the surrounding soaps and this weird fluffy thing called a luffa

And the next day, you passed a certain azul ashengrotto

Who then took the most violent double take you've ever seen

Also Floyd was staring at you. And then at jade. And then at you.

And then back at jade.

....uh.

Yes.

Azul stared for a few more seconds.

And then he sighed.

Ok. So you smelled uncannily like jade.

He did not want to think about how that happened but ok.

You didn't smell like burning garbage that was then put out in contaminated water

And that was really all he could ask for at this point.

Kalim al-asim and my bbg. Mostly my bbg

Jamil has to wave an incense stick around you before you go into the dorm

Nah but fr bro was fighting for his life in chapter 4

You could almost hear him replaying "I need him for the plan I need him for the plan I need him for the plan" over and over again in his head like a mantra

There was a cry of relief when he flung your ass to to desert

And now kalim has to deal with you

Bro is crying and in desperate need of comfort and he pulls away when you hug him 💀

Floyd will laugh at this

you will be sad and confused

And Floyd will laugh harder

Kalim is fucking struggling not to grimace when you get too close to him and you just don't know why

It's because you smell like shit and Jamil didn't wave around the vanilla lavender smoke stick around you to slightly 🤏 mask that scent

BUT ITS NOT LIKE YOU KNOW THAT LOSER LMAO

There was a random gust of wind in the desert one night and you scent drifted over to Floyd

He doubled over coughing

He did this for a good three minutes

Jade was hovering over his shoulder with water waiting for him to throw up

I hope this puts it into perspective of how foul you will smell after only having a bath about twice a year

Yesh, no wonder all your childhood friends are dead

Kalim is trying his best to make sure you and everyone else are alright without getting too close to you

It's precious really

Nah but he is just so close to using oasis maker on you and you alone

But there ain't really any soap 'round these parts so you will smell worse than a wet dog if he does that

So he doesnt

Begrudgingly

Jade thanks him for this

Jamil nearly cries when you come back

These are not tears of joy

You nearly make him stop the fight to go get you a bath

Help him he's having flashbacks of that awkward time in his life where he had to get kalims baths ready for him every night

And when the battle is over?

Jamil is spending an extra two days in that infirmary

He was already considering it because of kalim but you were just the fucking cherry weren't you?

Meanwhile, the world's perfume companies is a little concerned with how much perfume and scented oils are suddenly going out of stock

And you, you fucking dog, are concerned about the people trying to drag you to scarbia and start spraying you with some weird, good smelling liquid

...

They brought back a memory you didn't want to bring back

Two injured scarabia students and one paranoid Ramshakle perfect later, jamil finally snapped

He kindly let you know you smelled like a human rights violation and told you that you needed a bath more than he needed a will to live

...

Why were you being so quite? Were you feeling shame? If you were feeling shame then it was about dam ti-

"What did they spray me with"

"...I'm guessing a variety of perfume"

"...perfumes.?"

You looked confused

And. A little horrified?

Uh.

"Yes. Perfumes"

Was it just him or was it getting a little hot in here?

In, you know, the desert

"But those werent....is everyone at this school an aristocrat?"

...blink

"No?"

"Then why did those two have perfume?"

Blink. Blink.

"...perfect"

"Perfumes are. Perfectly accessible to the public"

Damn shawty, you're entirely reality really loves crashing down on you huh?

You spaced out almost immediately after that, and Jamil led you to the showers, much more gently than he was planning on before

....

He didn't like how he felt his stomach start to drop when you froze up at the clean, hot water coming out of the shower head

Vil Shoenheit

There really ain't much to say here

Easily the most blunt

Yeah, you're not getting anywhere near him if you smell like that

Sorry not sorry, it's not happening

Gets it done immediately

Has you taken the the bathroom and rook explains what a shower is and how often you have to take one

And that it basically

Man's wasted no time and now you have a thirty step skin care routine. Congratulations.

Idia shroud:

....

We're you expecting this man to be around enough to actually smell you?

Nah

Nah, yall meet online or through his floating tablet and that is it

....and then there's boardgame club

He invited you once

He quickly realized and regretted his mistake the second you walked into the room

Ortho reminds him that he too, smells like shit most of the time

It does little to subdue him

But it does make him have a small pang of guilt and the shame that comes with hypocrisy every time he talks shit in his head

He tells one person about this as a sort of dollar store therapy session

And that person is his gaming partner

And- damn bro, you got one of these foul smelling bitches too?

So this is a common phenomenon?

I guess?

Yeah, don't plan on interacting with him in person until you figure out how to use a damn shower

Your on tablet treatment

But you still need to log into WoW when he and the hot-pink emo need you

You're surprisingly pretty good? Actually?

I mean, you certainly know your survival tactics

Including some shit he's never really bothered to think about

Tf do you mean make a grenade out of a tin can? Wtf is a grenade in the first place?

Anyways, idia has some new weapons in the inventory

But uh...perfect?

Sometimes the shit that you day is....concerning

Especially around water sources

"This is all water?"

"...yes?"

"And it hasn't been drained? It's not that we'll hidden. There's no way that the upper counsle hasn't found it yet"

"..."

"Huh?"

Idia would like to blame the VR for making you forget this is a video game

But yeah he's got some questions

And lucky for him! He is severely sleep deprived and lacking his usual "just apply common sense" mentality!

So again! Questions

First if all, was water rare where....ever your from?

(Water wasn't rare exactly, you guys in the tunnels just...weren't aloud to have it)

Well what the hell were "the tunnles?"

He didn't ask that one though, he was more focused on the water.

Questions for another day

What's the upper counsle?

(you stayed silent for a long minyte after that, only replying in a non-answer that you really hated the upper counsle)

How are you still alive if you don't have water?

"Well...I'm not really alive anymore..."

What?

"But before! Before that I lived in a base that was close to the ocean, and water would sometimes flow in"

I'm sorry, idia feels like you've just brushed over something more important

"So we'd collect as much as we could and boil it! It'd have to be boiled and filtered at least five times before it even go to some semblance of clean... so there really wasn't a whole lot to divide amongst the people down there afterwards"

Oh so we're. We're just gonna move right on past that. Ok then.

"Wait so. Have you ever had a shower?"

"Whenever we have enough water I guess? But those are mainly for the children and the sick ones"

.......ahhhhh

"Ok. Well. I'm gonna tell you what a shower is, and you are going to take one immediately"

"..ok?"

So now he's here, buying more soap than he would need to last a dozen lifetimes

How did his life cough ever come to this?

...and seriously. What the hell did you mean when you basically told him that you were a dead man walking?

Malleus draconia:

Met you in your little gas mask, assassination, survival island phase

And you met some big ass horn man who popped out from a bunch of little....light bugs

And uh...uh.

Let's just say having a dull, poorly made knife thrown straight at you wasn't really the best first impression

Mother fucker was about to smite you down where you stood until you asked who tf he was

Then he paused

...oh damn

This little human boy doesn't know shit huh?

Dam-.....

What smells?

Bro starts sniffing the air like a fuckin dog

Now, malleus could say he had a relatively strong nose

He was a dragon fae who had lived for hundreds of years after all, he could memorize scents and pick things out in them

Like he could pick out the chemicals and pollution and death in yours

He takes two steps back

And then one step forward because he's confused

What.....what the fuck?

Uhhhh....you won't mind if he just...

Over the course of several days, you gradually smell better

Just enough to be bearable

Leona on his knees thanking some ancient God he don't believe in fr

You also get a strong craving for water

Not to drink it necessarily, but to just. Be in it.

You're also finding yourself in the Ramshakle bathrooms more often than not and you can't figure out why

Like now, when you sitting in the bathtub

....

What does this nob do?

Oh shit, you just got water everywhere.

....you just got water.....everywhere

Clean water.

Hot. Water.

....

...you're really in another world aren't you?

____________________

This has been sitting in my drafts for like a week now holy shit💀

Ok. Time to work on some other shit now. I'm like half way done with the first chapter of The Doves Called The Day You Came Home so that's nice ig

[artsybelle1015]

i feel like vil is much more of a soft lover, and is more touchy than expected.

after all, his life has been just fame… which doesn’t give much genuine affection, so of course if he were to get a lover he would do a lot to merely hug or hold their hand, he’ll kiss them as much as possible.

he knows he’s good enough for them and they’re good enough for them, no matter what they look like as long as they’re taking care of themself.

[writingsoftwistedwonderland]

Pomefiore Masterpost

🍵= Headcanons

☕= Oneshots

Vil Schoenheit: 🍵 Pair up Request

Rook Hunt: -Coming Soon

Epel Felmier: 🍵 Pair up Request

[lovememoreplease]

I missed you...

vil x male!reader

Part two

☆ sub reader, dom vil, male reader, mention of amab body parts on reader, pet names, creampie, fingering (if i forgot something im sorry)

an/ it was supossed to be longer...

☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆.。.:・°☆

its been months since you and vil had time for each other. he was busy with his housewarden work and you were busy with work that crowley gave you.

the lack of time spended together and load of work on yours as well vil shoulder made both of you exhausted. you had enough of the distance. one day when it was little bit dark outside you decided to sneak in pomefiore dorm and maybe find your beloved vil. and you succed as first thing you saw when you walked inisde was vil. as your eyes meet he wasnt really happy. "really? sneaking into my dorm?" he asked with sigh as he walked up to you. "sorry, couldnt wait any longer" you replied pulling him into a tigh hug. "gosh… i missed you" you whispered pulling him even closer. vil just smiled softly and hugged you back "missed you too, dear". "youre free now?" you asked with hope that he will say yes. vil stayed quiet for some moment thinkin about answer but eventually agreed "i do have some times, yes" you smiled and pulled him in a kiss whitch he pulled away from "y/n, not in public. i cant let other students just see us kissing in the hallway. you will ruin my make up!" vil said creally not happy with the kiss and possibility of ruining his make up on the eyes of many other students that can pass by. "then can we go to your room?" you asked with sigh. "its late anyway and you would remove it soon anyway" you added. "what i have with you…" he sighed in disaproval but agreed "fine, but please dont stay too long… i dont want my skincare routin to delay." he spoke taking your hand in his and tucking you in his room closing the doors after both of you walked inisde. as fast as the doors closed you pressed vil to the doors of his room and kissed him passionately pressing him more and more into wood of his doors. his hands wrapping around your neck pulling you closer. when both of you are now in private… he can let his makeup get destroyed little bit…

hi leg moved up hooking up on your hip as your hand went down to hold his leg under his keen and lean more into him. "gosh i missed you soo much, my prince" you spoke kissing his neck nibbling on it. "i missed you too, potato" you chuckle "is there really a need to use this nickname in such romantic moment?" you comment while continuing to nibble on vil neck leaving soft bite marks that will soon fade. "oh? you dont like it, dearst?" he asked teasing. "better" you hum and pick him up. he wrapped his legs around your hips. "vil…. gosh i missed you baby" you mumbled kissing his lips squeezing soft moan out of your boyfriend. "I-I missed you, too, darling… It feels like it's been way too long since we've been able to truly be with each other. I'm sorry I've been absent so often…" he replied searching your lips with his own until he found them and pressed them together in another heated kiss.

your bodies pressed against each other as you move both of you to vil bed and lay him on it getting on top of your boyfriend. "its fine…" you reply and start to slowly take off his uniform as he starts to take off yours as well. "i love you, y/n" he said kissing your lips and then your jaw trailing down to your neck and staying here leaving wet kisses. you let out a small moan and chuckle brushing your hand in his hair "i love you so much, vil" you repeat. the amout of love and longing form him in your body makes you crave him more and more.

"You don't have to say it over and over again. I already know, sugar~ I can see it in your eyes, I can hear it in your voice, I can feel it in the way you press close to me…" Vil's fingers continue to gently caress the exposed areas of your body. "I love you too, y/n, with every beat of my heart~ Let's have what we truly want." he chuckle pulling you closer and kissing you once again. his tongue moving into your mouth playing with yours as he moan softly from time to time. your bodies pressed even closer together at the lust and need in both of you get bigger and bigger with every passionate second that is passing.

after long make out session vil push you gently away only to sit on top of your hips rolling his own. "god… what was the last time i you inisde?" he asked reaching out to his night stand taking out a bottle of cherry scented lube and let some of the cold liquid fall on your hard cock. you hiss at the cold feeling but it quickly dissapers because of vil warm hand stroking you to cover the whole thing up in lube. "hmmm, im quiet impatient, baby" vil sigh leaving alone your dick to streach his hole out to get ready to take you inside. soon you can feel your lovers body slowly sinking down on your hard on. you let out a whiny moan as he soon bottomed out. your hands resting on his hips as he slowly starts to roll his hips getting used to the fullnes and in no time start to bounc up and down. "o-oh god, it feels sooo geat" he moan moving his fingers to his hardened nipples and play with the sending even more simulation through his own body making him let out another and another sounds.

"i missed you so much love, so so so much ♥" he slurred out as his hips move up and down over and over again. "mmm~ you feel soo good" he smirk letting go of his nipple so jerk himself off "im close" you whmper out as knot in your stomatch starts to tighten. "me too" he reply clenching his hole around you bringing you even closer soon cumming inisde him. "o-oh god" he whimper shooting his own realise on your abdomen and little bit on the chest. he ride out your and his own orgasm and stop panting. "i needed it" he pant out trying to catch his breath "me too…" you reply pulling him into a hug kissing his cheek.

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#286 2 Peacocks

M!Yuu: I never tell people off the bat that I'm gay, I wait... I wait until they say some homophobic shit and then I laugh and am like "you know I'm gay right?" and watch the look of terror on their face~

Vil: I love you...

[writingfool001]

Vil Schoenheit has a boyfriend? 

Author’s Note: I made an incorrect quote a couple months back and decided to make it into a fic.

Request: Nope

Pairing: Vil X Male Reader

Warning: Fluff?

The weather outside was lovely as people passed by and cars drove by. Usually, you would go out alone, but today was an exception since your lovely boyfriend had free time and wanted to go on a small shopping date with you. He made sure today’s schedule was clear and to put his manager on silence so she wouldn’t interrupt your day together. A few people of Vil’s group of people knew about your existence and your relationship with Vil since Vil wanted to keep you secret from his fans. Deep down, he was scared that he’d lose you due to his fame and no matter how many times you reassured him, he still had that fear. Now back to the date. 

You knocked before going in, once you heard Vil, and he was putting the finishing touches on his look for the day. Greeting him with a kiss on the head and sat down on his bed. You ask how he's been, and he tells you about an incident on set of his most recent photoshoot as you listened while admiring your pretty boyfriend. Obviously before you two even left his dorm room, he made sure your outfit was acceptable yet still your style and applied some sunscreen to protect your skin.  

You both continued to walk around as you mainly carried the bags filled with goodies from your excursions. Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Vil with an irked expression as he looked at his phone and looked at the screen to see Neige advertising something.  

Then you two headed out and Vil took you to various shops, trying on some clothes and having you try on some before giving an evaluation on what worked with your body type. Talking and laughing throughout the entire time while dodging paparazzi or reporters, you waited patiently while Vil took a picture with some fans before continuing on your small date. 

Neige, the bane of Vil’s existence and topic that he has ranted about you countless times. You’ve met Neige a couple times due to school events or him mistaking you as being part of Vil’s entourage. With the several interactions with him, you noticed he was very aloof and living in his own little bubble. He had the same aura while also giving off aspects of Kalim. There are times that you understand Vil’s frustration towards Negie, but you remain neutral a majority of the time.  

 You moved the bags to your other hand then took his hand into yours before kissing the back of his hand. Vil looked up from his phone, noticing your small gesture, and smiled before putting his phone away. May not be able to take away all of Vil's troubles away, but you can distract him from them for a while. 

"Where are we going?" he asked, confused as you kept smiling. 

"You'll see, I'm treating you to lunch somewhere I like to go." 

You led him to a local restaurant and were welcomed by a familiar face. 

“If it isn’t the devil himself, it’s been a while since I’ve seen you around here, (Y/N).” your friend greeted you with a smile on their face and gave you a quick hug 

“Long time no see, how’ve you been?” 

“Good, keeping everything under control here. I see who’s been keeping you busy. 

A friend of yours sat you both at a table, away from prying eyes, and ordered your meals. You stare out at the small restaurant, taking in the various plants and interior design before turning your gaze back to Vil, who was glancing around at the place, and smiled as you took in your boyfriend’s pretty appearance. Noticing your stare, Vil turned back towards you. 

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” He teased, resting his chin on his palm. 

“I already have many pictures of you, but I’d have to say that I have a favorite one.” 

“Oh? Which one would that be, pray tell?” 

You pulled out your phone and tapped on the gallery photo of your favorites before finding it and turning it to Vil. Right as he sees it, he tries to convince you that another one was better and yet you only smiled as you looked back at the picture. It was of him genuinely laughing, nothing too special. No makeup, work related things, or thinking about Neige. It was one of the few that showed the side of Vil that you get to see. By the end of the day, you treated him to a pleasant lunch and shopped a little longer before heading back to campus. 

The next day, you noticed Vil left behind one of his bracelets in your pocket and decided that it would be safer in his care rather than yours. While on the way to your boyfriend’s room, everyone was giving you weird stares as you walked. Rook was acting chippier than usual, maybe it was something about Neige. He then told you about preparing for a storm and then showed you the picture of your date with Vil. 

There were pictures of moments; walking together or going into a store, chatting in the restaurant, and a video of you distracting him from his phone. Scrolling through the comments, a mixture of positive and negative as well as neutral. Rook then showed you the top trending list on Magicam to see,  

Magicam Trending 

1. Vil Schoeniet

2. Vil has a boyfriend? 

You felt a hand on your shoulder before you looked over to see Vil, staring at your with a blank expression face. Will you die? No, but the chance of that is never zero. 

 

Male mc moves the shopping bags in his hand to the other hand with the other bags then hold Vil's hand, ignoring his boyfriend’s stare. 

Vil held his hand out