#vil tunes!

[notvil]

finally listening to megan.

[egophiliac]

Serious question.

Do you think we’ll see the parents/family of each of the guys???

Like, We’ve been TEASED with Ace’s brother, that I’m starting to think it’s just a reference to that Alice in Wonderland park character in Japan and nothing else….

Jack’s family, Ruggie’s grandma, Falena, Maleficia, Ms.Rosehearts, Just now Vil’s dad is in the picture which I am really happy but now I’m wondering about his mom, and so Deuce’s mom.

I mean, some HAVE a silhouette!! It could mean they do have a design in the making/ready to show. They could’ve shown us Falena in the Tamashina (hope I said that correctly) event, but didn’t (prolly to make Leona not so σ(▼□▼メ) and it’s understandable)

Anyhow, any idea/headcannon about this? Who do you want to see first?

I'm wondering if everyone might eventually get a travel event? like they've now introduced with Vil's that it doesn't have to be specifically hometowns, so that opens things up a lot! (especially if they have to figure out how to do three separate Coral Sea visits) (how would that even work otherwise)

but yeah, I hope everyone gets a chance! there's a lot of backstory characters I would LOVE to meet. :D :D :D though I do think some of them don't really suit the more light-hearted tone of the events (pretty sure you're right about that being why Falena wasn't in Tamashina-Mina, that would've just been. too much for Leona.) so like...we're probably not ever going to meet the Rosehearts. or Maleficia (although I maintain that this would be THE funniest possible way to introduce her outside of the main story, and actually I would love this a lot, can we please Twst) (I need to see her to put Malleus in a froofy little outfit and tell him what a handsome boy he is). but they've sprung surprises like Kifaji on us, and honestly anyone who shows up and tells embarrassing stories about characters' childhoods is good in my book!

characters off the top of my head who I most want to meet: literally any of the Zigvolts, Azul's mom, Ace's brother, Che'nya's grandfather (<- I think he would be a good one for Riddle) (please just any non-terrible adult in his life), any member of Rook's family because I need to see how they managed to produce him, and...really just whoever they can come up with for Silver.

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

ohhh for the event can I get Vil and prompt 3 with reader as the ghost? ^_^

Words Unsaid; Vil Schoenheit

Content; Gender-neutral reader, angst, pining

Content Warning; Reader death (not described)

Word Count; 700+

A/N; Hi Haru! ... I decided to lean more into angst; I am so sorry Vil.

Please do not put my work into AI. If you would like to see more of my work check out my masterlist!

Vil’s hands were shaking, and he tried to make a sound but his voice was caught in his throat. 

His breath came out in white puffs, the Pomefiore lounge had become freezing cold as the fire died out. Dim light from the filtered moonlight cast everything in silver and greys. Long shadows crept across the floor like they were reaching out for him.

Vil.

It was barely audible, but Vil could hear the gentle hiss of his own name whispered into his ear, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He took in a deep breath though, trying to calm his racing heart which betrayed how affected he was by his current circumstances.

He closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and focused solely on what he could hear. And with how on edge he was, he could have heard a pin drop. But he didn’t hear anything. That was the issue, alongside everything else.

Normally he would have been able to hear the muffled snoring of his fellow dorm members, or the gentle ticking of the clock, or even the standard sounds that an older building may make. But he heard nothing. Only the steady thump thump of his heart in his ears.

Vil opened his eyes again, and he stared at the figure that was now standing within arm’s reach of him.

It was you, but not as Vil knew you.

You floated closer towards him, and Vil dared not to move.

Ghost, spectre, phantom. That was what you now were.

But he had seen you that very day. Still very much alive. Still breathing.

“What happened,” he whispered, taking a step forward, trying to close the distance. 

You moved back, and looked him in the eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. And then you vanished, the fire coming back to life, and all the sounds coming back.

Vil raked his hands through his hair, trying to come to some reasonable answer for why you were here, why you were a ghost. And he found himself running as fast as his legs would carry him, coming to a halt at Ramshackle.

He knocked at the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again and called your name. But all he was answered with was silence, and a sense of dread taking hold.

Please forgive me.

He knocked the door down with his magic, and made his way into the house. Vil looked in every room of the mansion, but all he found was dust; even Grim was nowhere to be seen.

This is a nightmare— No it isn’t, you know that. But how he wanted this to be nothing more than just a simple nightmare. If only it were as easy as that.

His breath came out in white puffs again, and everything stilled like time itself was frozen.

“Please,” Vil could barely recognize his own voice, desperation was something he was not well acquainted with, “tell me.”

You stayed out of sight though and stared at Vil, wanting nothing more than to embrace him. To feel his warmth one more time. To tell him something that had been weighing heavy on your chest for months.

You never had the chance, always being pulled in every which way or dealing with one problem or another. And now? 

… it would not serve either of you any good. It would only cause more heartbreak, a tragedy that belonged in a play really, instead of reality.

Vil clenched his fist and rolled back his shoulders, “You’re still here, so you have something left that must be important. Let me help you.”

Something left, was in fact, someone.

Vil had always been outside of your reach, a star high up in the sky, and that distance was now further than ever.

That’s why you said nothing of your own feelings about him.

That’s why you said nothing, leaving the words unsaid.

“You can’t. Please, forget about me.”

Vil wouldn’t forget you. He would never forget about you, the person that he could be his entire self around.

Perhaps it was friendship, but something that screamed from his chest that it wasn’t.

And he would never get the chance to see what could be.

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[twistiraki]

🎀 Torn between two loves 🎀

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You stood on the bustling set of the latest film starring Neige LeBlanche, your boyfriend. The air buzzed with excitement as the crew scurried about, setting up for the next scene. Neige, with his usual radiant smile, was chatting with the director. His presence was like a warm hug to everyone around, including you.

But today, your eyes weren't on Neige. Instead, they were drawn to Vil Schoenheit,who played the antagonist. He stood across the set, commanding attention even in his stillness. His beauty was otherworldly, a contrast to Neige's innocent charm.

You had always admired Vil from afar, but being on set with him was a different experience altogether. The allure was magnetic, and you couldn't shake the feeling of being pulled toward him.

As if sensing your gaze, Vil turned his head, his piercing eyes meeting yours. A shiver ran down your spine. He arched a perfectly sculpted eyebrow, and before you knew it, your feet were moving towards him.

"Y/N, right?" His voice was smooth, like silk.

You nodded, feeling your heart race. "Yes. Vil, it's nice to meet you."

"The pleasure is mine," he replied, his lips curving into a slight, knowing smile. "I've seen you around with Neige. How are you enjoying the set?"

"It's amazing," you said, trying to steady your voice. "Everyone is so talented. Including you, of course."

Vil's smile widened. "Thank you. But I sense there's something on your mind. Care to share?"

You hesitated. It felt wrong to open up to him, yet there was an honesty in his gaze that made you feel safe. "It's... complicated. Neige is wonderful, but sometimes I feel lost. He has so many fans, and I can't help but feel like I'm just another face in the crowd."

Vil's eyes softened with understanding. "Ah, the burden of loving someone adored by the masses. It must be difficult to find your place."

Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes. "I want to be the only one for him, but it feels impossible. He's always so busy, so surrounded by admirers. I feel invisible."

Vil reached out, gently cupping your chin, forcing you to look at him. "You are far from invisible, Y/N. You are unique, and anyone who can't see that is a fool."

His touch sent a jolt of electricity through you. "How do you deal with it? All the attention?"

He let out a soft laugh. "It's part of the job. But it doesn't define me. What matters is how I see myself and the relationships I value. Perhaps Neige needs a reminder of that."

You sighed. "I don't know if he ever will. He’s so kind, but sometimes I feel like he’s kind to everyone in the same way he is to me."

Vil's gaze intensified. "Then perhaps you need to show him what he stands to lose. Remind him that you are not just another fan, but someone irreplaceable."

You felt a surge of determination. "You're right. I need to stand out, not blend in."

Vil's hand lingered on your chin for a moment longer before he let go. "Good. And if you ever need someone to remind you of your worth, you know where to find me."

Your heart swelled with a mix of emotions. Gratitude, longing, and something else you couldn't quite place. "Thank you, Vil. You've helped more than you know."

He nodded, his expression softening. "Anytime, Y/N. Now, go and be the star you were meant to be."

As you walked away, your mind buzzed with possibilities. Neige might have been your first love, but Vil had ignited something within you—a strength, a desire to be seen. It was time to step out of the shadows and claim your place in the light.

And maybe, just maybe, that light would lead you back to Vil.

The next weekend, you planned a special date with Neige on Sage's Island. You hoped the peaceful surroundings would offer a rare moment of privacy for you and Neige.

You wore a dress you knew Neige loved, your heart fluttering with anticipation. As you walked hand in hand through the quaint streets, the two of you were like any other couple, lost in your own world.

Neige, ever the gentleman, was attentive, pointing out interesting sights and sharing stories that made you laugh. For a while, everything felt perfect.

But perfection is fleeting.

A group of fans spotted Neige, their excited squeals breaking the piece. They swarmed around him, their adoration palpable. Neige, being his usual kind-hearted self, didn't have the heart to turn them away. He smiled, signed autographs, and posed for photos, his eyes lighting up with every fan interaction.

You stood to the side, watching as Neige's attention was pulled away from you. The sting of being overlooked crept in, a familiar ache. The fans' faces blurred as tears welled up in your eyes.

Trying to stay composed, you mumbled, "Neige, I'll be right back."

But he didn't hear you. His focus was entirely on the fans. You turned away, your steps quickening as you fled the scene. The tears you had been holding back finally spilled over, and you found yourself running, not knowing where to go.

Your feet led you to the edge of the island, near a secluded path that led to Night Raven College. You stopped, leaning against a tree, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Y/N?"

The voice was unmistakable. You looked up to see Vil standing a few feet away, concern etched on his face. His presence was both a surprise and a comfort.

"Vil..." you whispered, your voice breaking.

He closed the distance between you in a few strides. "What happened?"

You shook your head, wiping at your tears. "It's... Neige. The fans... He gives them so much attention, and I just... I feel invisible."

Vil's expression hardened for a moment before softening again. He reached out, his hand gently brushing a tear from your cheek. "You deserve better than to feel like this, Y/N. You deserve to be cherished."

You looked into his eyes, the sincerity in his gaze breaking through your pain. "I tried to impress him, to stand out. But it feels like I'll never be enough."

Vil's hand moved to cup your face, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your skin. "You are more than enough. Neige's inability to see that is his failure, not yours."

His touch was warm, grounding you. "Vil, I don't know what to do. I love him, but it hurts so much."

He leaned in closer, his eyes never leaving yours. "Sometimes, the person we love isn't the one who can give us what we need. Sometimes, we need to find the strength to seek out our own happiness."

Your breath hitched, his words resonating deep within you. "And what if I can't find it?"

Vil's lips curled into a gentle smile. "You already have. It's in the way you stand up for yourself, the way you seek more than just surface-level affection. You deserve someone who sees you, truly sees you."

The air between you crackled with unspoken emotions. "Vil... why are you being so kind to me?"

"Because you deserve it, Y/N," he said softly. "And maybe, just maybe, because I see something special in you."

For a moment, the world seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of you standing there, your hearts beating in sync. You leaned into his touch, finding solace in his presence.

"Thank you, Vil," you whispered. "For everything."

He nodded, his thumb continuing its soothing motion on your cheek. "Remember, you don't have to go through this alone. I'm here, whenever you need me."

You closed your eyes, letting his words wash over you. In that moment, you realized that while Neige might hold a piece of your heart, Vil was offering you something more profound—understanding, support, and a glimpse of what true affection could feel like.

As you opened your eyes and met Vil's gaze, you felt a spark of hope. Perhaps this twist of fate was leading you to something beautiful, something meant just for you.

The silence between you and Vil stretched, filled with unspoken words and emotions. You leaned into his touch, your heart beating a little faster. Just as you were about to speak, you heard hurried footsteps approaching.

"Y/N! There you are!" Neige's voice was filled with relief as he ran up to you. He stopped short when he saw Vil's hand on your face, his expression flickering with confusion and concern.

You quickly stepped back, wiping the remaining tears from your face. "Neige..."

Vil's hand dropped to his side, his expression turning neutral as he faced Neige. "She needed some space," Vil explained calmly.

Neige looked between the two of you, a hint of jealousy flashing in his eyes. "I was worried. The fans... I didn't realize you left."

You sighed, forcing a small smile. "I just needed a moment. It's okay, Neige."

Neige reached out, taking your hands in his. "I'm sorry, Y/N. I didn't mean to make you feel left out."

"It's fine," you said softly, but your mind was already spinning with a plan. You needed Neige to see you, to prioritize you. And maybe, just maybe, you could use the spark of jealousy you saw in his eyes to your advantage.

As you walked back towards the set with Neige, an idea began to form. If Neige saw you with Vil more often, maybe he would realize what he stood to lose. You glanced back at Vil, who was watching you with a knowing look. He had no idea what you were planning, and you intended to keep it that way.

Over the next few weeks, you subtly began to put your plan into action. Whenever Neige was around, you made sure to be seen with Vil. You laughed a little louder at his jokes, stood a little closer, and even touched his arm in a way that felt almost intimate.

Vil, for his part, seemed to enjoy your company, though he occasionally gave you questioning looks. Neige's reactions were immediate—his brows would furrow, and his attention would snap to you, a flicker of jealousy in his eyes.

One evening, at a wrap party for the film, you took it a step further. The venue was beautifully decorated, the atmosphere lively. Neige was surrounded by fans and colleagues, his attention divided as usual.

You spotted Vil by the bar and made your way over. He smiled as you approached. "Y/N, enjoying the party?"

You nodded, standing close enough that your arm brushed against his. "I am. But I could use some company."

Vil's eyes sparkled with amusement. "I'm always happy to oblige."

You laughed, leaning in a little closer. "You know, Vil, you're really good at making people feel special."

Before Vil could respond, his expression shifted, his eyes narrowing slightly. "Y/N, what are you doing?"

You blinked, taken aback. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in, his voice low and intense. "I see what you're trying to do. You're using me to make Neige jealous."

You felt a pang of guilt, your plan suddenly feeling childish and cruel. "Vil, I..."

He held up a hand, silencing you. "You need to understand something. Toying with the feelings of two men isn't fair to either of us. You may not realize it, but you're hurting me too."

Your eyes widened, realization dawning on you. "Vil, I didn't mean to... I just wanted Neige to see me."

Vil sighed, his expression softening. "I understand that. But there are better ways to go about it. You deserve someone who sees you without needing to be prodded or manipulated."

Tears welled up in your eyes. "I'm sorry, Vil. I never meant to hurt you."

He reached out, gently wiping a tear from your cheek. "I know, Y/N. But you need to figure out what you really want."

You looked into his eyes, seeing the depth of his feelings for you. "Vil, I..."

He took your hand, leading you away from the crowded venue. "Come with me. Let's find somewhere quiet to talk."

The secluded garden was peaceful, the soft glow of lanterns casting a warm light around you and Vil. Sitting beside him on a bench, you felt a sense of comfort you hadn't experienced in a long time.

"Y/N, do you have feelings for Neige because you love him, or because you want him to love you?" Vil's question hung in the air, heavy with meaning.

You took a deep breath, considering his words. "I thought I loved him. But now, I'm not so sure. I just wanted to feel important to him."

Vil nodded, his gaze never leaving yours. "And what about me? What do you feel when you're with me?"

You looked down, your heart pounding. "I feel... seen. Appreciated. Like I matter."

Vil gently lifted your chin, forcing you to meet his eyes. "Y/N, you do matter. And not just to Neige. You matter to me."

His words sent a jolt through your heart. "Vil, I... I didn't realize..."

He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your skin. "Y/N, I've felt something for you from the moment we met. But I never wanted to come between you and Neige. I wanted you to be happy, even if it wasn't with me."

Tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they were tears of understanding, of clarity. "Vil, I never knew. I was so focused on trying to get Neige's attention that I didn't see what was right in front of me."

He cupped your face in his hands, his touch gentle and reassuring. "It's not too late, Y/N. You deserve to be with someone who sees you, who values you for who you are."

You leaned into his touch, your heart feeling lighter than it had in weeks. "Vil, I think... I think I've been falling for you too."

Without thinking, you closed the distance between you, tilting your head up to kiss him. But just as your lips were about to meet, Vil gently pulled back, his eyes filled with regret.

"Y/N, we can't. Not while you're still with Neige," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion.

Your heart sank, but before you could respond, you heard a gasp. You turned to see Neige standing a few feet away, his eyes wide with hurt and confusion. From where he stood, it looked as if you and Vil had kissed.

"Y/N, what... what's going on?" Neige's voice trembled, his innocent eyes filled with betrayal.

You stood up, reaching out to him. "Neige, it's not what it looks like. We didn't—"

But Neige cut you off, his voice rising. "I saw what I saw! How could you, Y/N? I thought you loved me."

Vil interrupted, his tone firm. "It looked like nothing, Neige. You're jumping to conclusions. Y/N was just upset. We were talking."

Neige's eyes flicked to Vil, his expression turning from hurt to anger. "Talking? It looked like more than talking to me."

You stepped between them, trying to diffuse the tension. "Neige, please, let me explain."

But Neige's expression was pained. "I can't believe this, Y/N. I thought... I thought we had something special."

Vil stepped forward, his voice tinged with irritation. "Maybe you should have paid more attention to her, then. She's been feeling neglected."

Neige's confusion turned to anger. "Neglected? Y/N, is that true?"

You hesitated, feeling the weight of their stares.

"Neige, listen," you pleaded, tears streaming down your face. "I was trying to get your attention. I felt so invisible, and Vil was just trying to help me see my worth."

Neige's eyes softened for a moment, but the hurt quickly returned. "Y/N, you should have come to me. We could have talked about it."

"I tried, Neige," you said, your voice breaking. "But you were always so busy, so surrounded by everyone else. I didn't know how to reach you."

Vil continued, his voice cutting through the air. "Yes, Neige! While you were busy with your fans, Y/N was feeling alone and unimportant."

Neige's fists clenched, his voice rising. "And you! Trying to steal her away when she's vulnerable!"

Vil's patience wore thin. "I'm not stealing her, Neige. I'm showing her she deserves better than what you've been giving her!"

Neige's anger boiled over. "And what about you, Vil? Always lurking around, waiting for your chance!"

Vil's eyes flashed with anger. "At least I'm honest about my feelings! Unlike you, who can't see what's right in front of you!"

The tension crackled between them, each word fueled by hurt and frustration. You felt torn, trapped between their heated argument.

"Stop it, both of you!" you finally cried out, your voice trembling.

But they ignored you, too consumed by their own emotions.

"I love her, Vil. I would do anything for her," Neige declared, his voice desperate.

Vil's expression softened, but his tone remained firm. "Then start showing it, Neige. Before it's too late."

Neige's eyes narrowed. "And you, Vil? Always playing the charming prince, but deep down, you're just selfish!" You've been waiting for your chance to steal her away!"

Vil's jaw clenched, his voice low. "Selfish? You, who can't see past your own ego, accusing me of selfishness?"  "I'm not stealing anyone. But maybe if you had paid more attention to her, she wouldn't be considering other options!"

Neige stepped closer, his fists trembling with rage. "You think you're better than me, Vil? You're just as flawed!"

Vil's eyes blazed. "At least I don't pretend to be something I'm not! You're so blinded by your own pride, you can't see how you've hurt her!"

Neige's face reddened with fury. "And what about you? Taking advantage of her vulnerability!"

Vil's restraint snapped. "You have no idea what you're talking about, Neige! I've been nothing but respectful to her!"

Neige took a threatening step forward. "Respectful? You're just waiting to be alone with Y/n, so you can swoop in!"

Vil's fists clenched, his voice low and dangerous. "I'd never hurt her like you have. You don't deserve her."

The air crackled with tension, each man on the verge of exploding. You felt the weight of their anger, their words cutting deep.

But then, realization seemed to dawn on both of them. They were on the brink of a physical confrontation, but this wasn't the time or the place.

Breathing heavily, Vil and Neige stared at each other, their chests rising and falling with pent-up emotion.

Finally, Vil spoke, his voice strained. "This isn't over, Neige. But not here."

Neige nodded, his anger subsiding slightly. "You're right. This isn't the place."

"I... I need some time," you whispered, feeling torn between the two.

Vil and Neige exchanged furious glances, both filled with uncertainty and desperation.

"Take all the time you need, Y/N," Vil said, his voice heavy with emotion.

Neige nodded, his expression filled with regret. "I'll be here when you're ready, Y/N. Just know that I love you."

As they turned away from each other, you were left standing in the middle, you couldn't shake the feeling of being torn between two loves, unsure of which path to choose. The stars twinkled overhead, offering no answers, leaving you to grapple with your heart's conflicting desires.

[bigender-swag-battle]

Bigender Swag Battle: Redemption Round 4 (Match 3)

[bks-blogs]

Cruella D. Coyote

This was a little somethin' that's been on my creative little mind a while back! This is basically Cruella De Vil, but with a bit of an iteration based off of a certain familiar cartoon coyote. I call her "Cruella Coyote"! I had a little head-canon after Hunter De Vil has become an orphan after turning against his Great Aunt Cruella, he was free to express his creative mind thanks to Da Vinci's moral support. Since then, Hunter took up some cartoon doodling in his spare time and thought it would be hilarious to make fun of his former Great Aunt by drawing her as a coyote getting into all kinds of comical predicaments, much to the Dalmatian fam's amusement! Cruella De Vil is copyrighted (c) by Disney and Dodie Smith.

[yuuucandoit]

So far Overblot schedule is something like

Riddle

Leona

Azul

Leona

Riddle

Jamil

Idia

Vil ?

Malleus

[devosin]

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

— What to expect ? ! : Celebrity au, genshin crossover, placed in the future (Vil is in his late 20's), Strangers to Coworkers to lovers, Semi-slowburn, One-sided hatred (Vil), Mutual pinning, Sprinkles of angst, Fluff, Comedy, Slice of life, hurt/comfort(?), Mentions/Usage of drugs . . ♡

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! " for all the haters turned lovers and those who love the rain <3 "

♡. profiles : our main leads . .

PROLOGUE !!

♡. A series of unfortunate events ♡. Keeping up with Y/n L/n

SEASON ONE — threads of judgement . .

001 . Taco bell & Shitty Tuesdays , 002. A day in the life of Vil Schoenheit , 003. Bittersweet Wine , 004. Participation Prize , 005. White lies & Understanding , 006. Judge me not . . tba

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[urstruly-ghst]

have you ever tried this one ?! - 3rd years

in which you remember the song 'juno' and start to perform in your bedroom. forgetting you invited someone over.

author's note: (not edited, just thoughts) i promise, im trying to churn the fics. but hehe... i got the idea from my brainrot of crowley bringing your world's music to you.

content: can be read platonic/romantic (leaning on romantic), gn! reader, suggestive (its juno positions, what did u expect ?!)

As you stay in the privacy of your own room, you remember the old playlist Crowley gave you. You roll your eyes, out the of the many ways Crowley can help... He brings you music? He stresses that "It is a good way to connect with your home! And, who knows, this is a key to get you back?"

He said that and still insists he can't find a way. However, one step closer, right? You sigh and look at the limited music that was summoned. Looking at the music choices, you laugh as you saw "Juno." You decide to chime in and remember how you performed it back in your own privacy.

"Have you ever tried this one?" You say in a very flirty tone as you strike a pose, similar to what Sabrina would do in her tour. Mortified, you saw someone at the door.

trey clover

being confident in your own privacy, you dance and be as sensual as you want. usually, you wouldn't. but hey, a bit fun never killed anyone? plus, the position you pulled was fairly tame. it was just you pushing your butt a bit more out there, which may have shown something...

you gasp as you realize trey was there, standing, mortified and red. he looked shocked as the song in the background still played. it came to the part where Sabrina declares she was "so fucking horny." you were still in that specific pose before you stood up apologizing. trey coughed and shook his head, trying to shake off the image of you being that sensual.

"the look in their eyes, oh sevens. and the way that pose with uh.." trey's thoughts grow frantic as he apologized and tried to close the door

"prefect! i'm so sorry! let me just... next time, maybe lock the door? that was.. quite the show." you can basically hear the smirk.

cater diamond

cater was vlogging on the way to the dorm and to your room. he was hearing how you sang from the hall, he was excited to catch you off guard with a video. he giggled at his plan and barged in, but as he barged in, you were posing with that flirty tone cooing out of your mouth.

he nearly dropped his phone and his mouth was agape. your pose was so perfectly tame and lewd, he couldn't help but loose some air. cater tried to cover his eyes and try to laugh it off

"dear sevens, not now. don't let my imagination do the rest!" cater begs in his mind as he tried to grab his phone and shuffle out the door.

"nice voice though, bestie! uhm... maybe learn to lock things? that wasn't really... uhm. ah! let me just edit this, don't worry i won't post it!"

leona kingscholar

leona was annoyed how he had to get out of his nap. however, your dorm was oddly very comfortable, and you invited him over. it won't hurt, right? he stalks the halls, annoyed how you didn't bother to see if he arrived.

hearing your footsteps, he heard some tunes and decided to open the door to your room. leona was about to complain when you both were caught in a stare down of a very explicit pose. you were quiet and tried to make yourself decent before

*slam* leona closed the door. he was appalled and a bit too invested in the pose you just did. his tail was swishing around and he tried to avoid the heat building up, "what a show" he thought

"if you're gonna invite me to do that, wine and dine me first, herbivore. as a prince, i expect better" he teased

vil schoenheit

vil was expecting that you'd remember his promise of pampering. as vil walked to your room, he was wondering why you haven't noticed the way he nagging. vil made sure his voice was heard.

imagine his horror when he bursts the door open and see such a vulgar display of yourself towards him, though he did have to give where credit is due. you performed well and... got the reaction you wanted.

"hmm. not bad, that did get a reaction from me. ah, i got bested once more" vil thought as you scramble to be more decent, vil's glare causing you to hurry up. but that didn't stop the song to continue playing.

"horny? potato, what are these songs? hm, but your performance... i have some strong words" vil said as he listened in, you blush and turned it off.

rook hunt

let's be honest, he was watching the whole performance. your invitation was just a signal of when he will arrive at your door. he notes each note and decided to watch the spectacular performance up close.

as rook bursts through your door, he was blushing at the fact he realized that the innuendos were becoming serious. he was shocked to see you in such a pose. but that pose!

"ah, such perfect angles. if only i could've captured this moment, what a waste!" he thinks as he tries to take in the view of your pose.

"ah! my dear prefect! what a show! and that pose, such grace and vulgarity! and what's this? you are willing to try it?" rook said with so much enthusiasm. you glare.

idia shroud

he was honestly just about to ask something but that question died when he entered the room. he was floored when all you did was something not even his idols would dare to do.

idia didn't know what to do but panic and yelp as you try to calm him down in case he'd faint (he was close to doing so). your pose was now ingrained in his mind, he can't remove how your eyes and...

"oh sevens! oh sevens! that was so?!! oh im... is it obvious?!" idia panics as he pulls down his hoodie before overheating and tripping to the door.

"stupid... you should've locked the door. now i forgot why am i even here and-" idia tried to push his hoodie and hide somewhere

malleus draconia

he was excited to see you as he heard how you were singing and performing, he found the first lyrics odd, but he was strolling with ease. malleus just wanted to check up on you, and the shock he felt when you were posing

at first, he tried to be reasonable. but as his ears cannot deceive him, and his eyes too. he was shocked and speechless and the way you were displayed. you gasp and realize you nearly flashed the strongest one among the student body.

"how do i tell my child of man the implications of their words and actions?" malleus worries as he felt the blush creep in at the awkward situation they were in. he coughed and offered some space as he stood in front of the door

"does that mean... no. but ah, i can't have such feelings just yet. what enchantment has my dear done?" malleus said embarrassed.

lilia vanrouge

lilia was like rook, he saw it from a mile away. however, unlike rook, he was willing to not barge in. lilia calmly stalked you and appeared upside by your door. however, he was shocked and nearly fell at the display.

that pose and flirty tone was enough to cause such scandals. you yelp and try to stand up as quick as you can as lilia giggled at the notion. he went down on the ground and tried to calm your frantic explanations, humming alongside the song. he found it good.

"oh! that is quite a display. hmm, do they know how scandalous they are being right now? and quite the nice melody over something so raunchy." lilia giggled as he smirked as the song played on.

"quite the scandal, dear. keep the door locked next time, fufufufu~ though, i must say, the song is quite a treat. i would love to learn it on my guitar, i can hear that guitar solo after~"

[queenendless]

💀🎃👻This Is Halloween👻🎃💀

A/n: Sequel to Spooky Greetings

Overblot Bois and Skully x Fem Reader. SPOILERS FOR THE NIGHTMARE BEFORE CHRISTMAS event. Especially THE END.

HAPPY HALLOWEEN~! 🎃

The ups and downs of being in a place like Halloween Town was quite the experience.

Despite the detour you encountered.

Like being nabbed by Skully for witnessing him kidnapping his dear Skellington and holding you and Grim captive in a literal walking bathtub to Spiral Hill. Yet he was the nicest kidnapper there ever was.

“Please enjoy these and make yourself comfortable, my love.” Skully’s kiss on the lips made you too tongue tied to eat the snacks he left behind. Leaving Grim to eat them instead.

Thankfully it didn't take long for a rescue. As in Sebek, Jamil and Leona dueling Skully as the others came to your side, totally put off by how unharmed you are. Immediately gobsmacked as you ran to a blushing crying Skully having a meltdown over his own personal issues and hugging him out.

If his idol and you could console him on his limited views on this spooky holiday and forgive him so easily, then of course he'd start bawling for joy.

“There there you precious boi.” You're cooing as you hug him and brush his white locks, Skully’s wet face nuzzling your flushed neck, to the flabbergasted faces of his rivals for your affections. And in that moment he won.

Finally the time had come to throw the yearly spooky celebration.

Hearing all your fellow schoolmates singing a tune tickled the back of your brain at the familiarity of said song.

“Sweets for you, my greatest treat~” Riddle showed up in the walking tub with Lock, Shock and Barrel, handing you a pumpkin faced treat with a smooch to your cheek.

“Let me fill your dreams with frightful delight~” Leona purred in your flushed ear, embraced you from behind as he kissed the top of your head from above, with Zero the ghostly dog bopping you on the nose with his tiny glowing pumpkin one.

“Your screams are music to my ears~” Azul's octo strength made it that much easier for him to twirl you around in his arms, dancing across the town, pecking your forehead.

“I'll be there for my lady fair.” Jamil assured as your hair like his and Sally's blew from the chilly winds; the autumn leaves flying on by, as he dove in to smooch your nose.

“Ride with me in the dead of night.” Hugging Vil securely as he modeled with ease on the flying broomstick gave you quite the view, turning around a bit to leave his kiss on your other cheek.

“My heart screams for thee!” Idia presented a heart in a jar to you given to him by Dr Finkelstein made your own heart want to pop out in fear and yet it was oddly sweet, especially cause your zealous boi smooched your neck, possessively marking your neck.

“Our Halloween Queen.” Malleus easily swoops you atop the Mayor's car he was driving at the moment, carrying you bridal style, gifting you a full on kiss to your lips, smiling mischievously against your own.

“In this town we call home, everyone hail to the Pumpkin song.” Holding your gloved hand in his own, you and Skully waved along with everyone else as Jack Skellington, the Pumpkin King, rose from the town fountain, pride emanating from him as everyone cheered at the finale.

Too bad you all forgot about it.

Until you were back at school, when Headmaster Crowley presented to you all a very rare portrait of a NRC alumni from centuries ago. Aka the King of Halloween that made such a holiday what it is today in all of Twisted Wonderland.

Despite no memories of the strapping young man, you all felt drawn to him and his influence, inspired to make this the best Halloween yet.

But while everyone else was getting pumped up by it, you were feeling odd. Like you were missing someone you had never met in the flesh and bone.

Seeing your admirers blushing red at your costume, appearing in a rag doll inspired couture dress with a ribbon collar to boot, it was time to begin Halloween Week.

And yet, for some reason, you felt eyes on you throughout the whole week. Tingly touches to your hands that felt like brushing kisses. Even on All Hallows Eve, the ghost-like press of the lips all over your face made you on edge during the float parade.

Running by the portrait in the midst of your anxious worried state. Those eyes following you unbeknownst to you all. With the moon full and the party still going strong in the distance, you felt drawn to the tombstones littered around Ramshackle Dorm. Instinct, another voice, your feet moving on their own will, call it whatever you will, for you moved to a particular worn-out grave. Atop a hill.

Watching the spectral form of the King of Halloween himself appear before you coming out of the grave, bowing graciously before you, as he offered his skeletal gloved hand out to you, his teary eyes and smitten smile unveiled to you, it all made a sudden wave of emotion hit you hard in the feels.

“Y/n, welcome back.”

While the mind was still fuzzy of your recollection due to the magic of the book, something else more primal awoke in you the moment your eyes locked onto his. Your feet moved before your mind could.

As physically as one could embrace a ghost, you still felt traces of warmth amiss the cold. You were surprised to feel physical arms hugging you in return. The bridge between the living and the spirits was blurred tonight so …

The longer you two stayed that way, the more the fog in your brain began to depart. The flash of your last moment together made you realize the reason for his choice of words.

“Skully.” You softly wept, clutching onto him tighter, when he cupped your face to kiss away the tears. His face, his mouth, they all feel so warm. “You're really here.”

“It's been far too long, my love.” He confessed.

That prolonged deep kiss began ebbing away the mist. Gently licking your bottom lip to get you to open. Smiling smugly as you returned it sincerely, humming at your hands running through his wispy hair. His phantom self became solid and lean, heart beating right up against your chest, his scent became more potent as they were the sweet and spicy of Autumn nature.

“I'm home.” He whispered against your luscious lips, nuzzling his nose to yours, smiling all lovesick at your giggling self.

The ghostly trio residents watched on with hearts in their eyes as you got lost in bliss, slowly dancing with the founder of their spooky dorm. Engaging in lip lock once more. Floating off the ground, basked in the stars of this special spooky night.

For you, his Queen, danced with him, your Pumpkin King.

[yuri-is-online]

Out With the Old (Heartsabyul, Savanaclaw, and Octavinelle x Yuu)

"Look I would get rid of this thing if I could afford a new sweatshirt." You drag the offensive article of clothing over your head completely missing the spark of curiosity and mischief in your companion's eye. "I've got a lot of bad memories associated with this."

"If it's that uncomfortable we can go look for a replacement instead of-"

"Oh no not like that, it's super comfy. I just don't like it because it technically belongs to my ex."

notes: they/them used for Yuu, some questionable behavior from Floyd and Jade because who else? This is meant to be crack. Second part can be found here (x)

Riddle- "THAT'S LITERALLY ILLEGAL???"

He is too focused on hyperventilating because it sounds like you just admitted to a crime in front of him to even think about offering you one of his sweaters. Trey and Cater have to break it down for him unpaid therapist style that no, you are not wearing stolen property (probably), borrowing clothes is just something people in relationships often do. He then further needs it explained that no, you are not still in a relationship and since you want to get rid of the shirt it sounds like things ended poorly. His friends want to try and suggest he should give you an article of his clothing to replace the offending one but he's so focused on getting you something that matches dress code that they decide to quit while they're ahead. Literally.

Trey- "You know you can always ask us if you need help, right?"

Vil's right about Trey's tendency to fuss and spoil people being a bit of a flaw; he's in tune enough with his emotions to know that he should not, for his own sake, give you one of his old sweatshirts without being honest about why he wants you to wear it. But he can't exactly deny his instincts when it comes to the people he cares about. You're cold and uncomfortable, what sort of guy would he be if he just left you all alone? Just please don't brush this off with a comment about how much of a big brother or mother hen he is; it is already going to be pure torture trying to look at you in his things in a Queen of Hearts honoring way. He doesn't need an added complex on top of it.

Cater- "Oh honey no."

Cater doesn't like keeping stuff his exes gave him either, but luckily for him he's never been in a position where that's literally only the stuff he had on him. Speaking of things, he buys a bunch of clothes off magicam he barley has time to take the tags off of before the trend goes stale. You guys should totally ditch what you were planning to do today and have a little fashion show in his room. It'll be cute and he can get a bunch of cammable shots! Just ignore the pop music club hoodie he refuses to take back because it looks "so much cuter on you." <3

Ace- "That's extremely lame prefect."

He isn't blind; you're cute and poor. Anyone would jump at the chance to let you steal a hoodie, besides Ace isn't insecure enough to be super jealous of someone you clearly hate. He knows you well enough to tell when you are silently wishing death on someone, it's all in the vocal tone. But damn if this new bit of information doesn't make things tricky. He already makes a big fuss about not needing to focus on dating right now, and with that iconic sweatshirt of yours technically belonging to an ex it's not like he can just slide you one of his without making it super obvious what he's doing. Looks like you're just going to have to take some extra teasing for a bit prefect, it's his preferred method of cope.

Deuce- "You've been here for how long and the Headmage hasn't given you any clothes?!?!"

Deuce is a good egg whose primary concern is almost always your well being. He tends to act before his common sense and emotions can catch up with his thought process, and that's exactly what happens here. The concept of you dating someone is just so... foreign to him. Not because he thinks your undesirable! It's just that you guys are always hanging out, you not being around makes him feel a bit funny inside, and not in a good way. He doesn't mention that to his mom when he texts her asking if she has any of his old clothes laying around, but she definitely knows what's on his mind. Why else would she have sent his old delinquent jacket?

Leona- "Well that explains why it smells like shit."

Let the record show that Leona is in fact, lying to you. Your clothes don't smell like anything other than you and maybe some of the musk floating around Ramshackle Dorm, but that doesn't stop you from pulling the fabric and taking a good sniff. To Leona, all this really suggests is that you've been over the person long enough that you don't care about keeping their scent around anymore. Sure, a tiny thought does worm it's ugly way into his inferiority complex that "oh they liked someone else" but his equally large ego immediately slams the emphasis on "liked" and starts thinking about how to get his scent on you. He doesn't really own too many jackets like the one you're wearing, but he does have some nice silk scarfs he could wrap you up in. Much classier than whatever trash you had previously been going out with.

Ruggie- "You wanna toss it my way then?"

Clothes are clothes are clothes, you don't see Ruggie acting like his uniform is still Leona's just because that's who originally bought it. If you are really bothered by the memories of your ex, he's willing to listen and make fun of them, assuming that will make you feel better, but this won't make him jealous. That emotion is reserved for when you share food with other people. He is dead serious about taking the sweatshirt if you don't want it, as far as he's concerned that shirt belongs to you, and he wouldn't mind having an excuse to blend your wardrobes a little bit. It would make you even closer to being a real member of his pack.

Jack- "You can just take mine."

Jack's strong sense of justice and firm moral code are definitely his only motivations for offering you one of his sweatshirts. Forcing a student to wear clothes they find uncomfortable and associate with negative memories just because they didn't have the foresight to pack something they did like for a school they didn't know they would be attending is beyond unfair. That's what he tells himself anyway, and it's not like he isn't upset on your behalf, but it's plain as day to anyone that he wants to prove that you can rely on him; he's not like that other person, he doesn't mind being alone together with you.

Azul- "If your finances really are in such dire straights you know I could-"

Revealing personal information in Azul's presence is asking to be offered a deal. Sure that little complaint might have been insignificant to you, but for Azul? He's having a full blown Sherlock style breakdown going on in his head trying to decide what his angle is. 1) The prefect has dated in the past and doesn't look on that experience favorably. Does this prevent them from dating again? Needs further analysis. 2) Giving articles of clothing is an acceptable form of human courtship, even if used. Or is it especially if used? 3) Can he convince you to burn this if he gets you a replacement or is that too petty? 4) More importantly does this mean you have a type? And how does he press for that information without appearing desperate?

Jade- "Oh? Well that sounds extremely annoying."

Jade Leech is first and foremost a messy bitch who lives for other people's misery. Sure, he is reasonably certain he's in love with you at this point, but that doesn't matter. You have a story that's filled with second hand embarrassment and a bone to pick besides he is nothing if not an enthusiastic audience. The thought of you wearing clothes that he owns wasn't something he would have thought of himself, merfolk don't typically wear them so dating customs that involve them are a bit foreign to him. He would much rather just bite you. Or give you some jewelry. both he wants to do both

Floyd- "PUT THAT THING BACK WHERE IT CAME FROM OR SO HELP ME"

The instant you say that sweatshirt is from an ex he is taking off whatever shirt he is currently wearing and trying to tug off yours. Yes, even if it is his basketball jersey, and yes even if he just got back from practice. Isn't the scent supposed to be the point? He knows you miss him when he's gone, and he can get you something nicer out of his closet later. Just remember to tell everyone, even and especially if they don't ask, who gave it to you. Floyd's... nice? Enough? To not immediately burn your sweatshirt but it's up for debate if that's because he's actually being nice or if he just wants a trophy.

[notvil]

have u guys listened to alligator bites never heal…

[mellosdrawings]

At least Jamil has his own solo rap in the song. Vil may be the lead but you couldn't help but like the change tune in Jamil.

Dunno if that's a common thing or not, but in highschool we used to call those idols who can be lead singers, lead rappers, and lead dancers "Triple Threat". Plus the cookie points if they're cute and charming and good actors, etc.

When I found out Jamil could rap, I was immediately brought back to my highschool Kpop era and thought about it.

I guess his only weakness is that he isn't the most charismatic. He would still make one hell of an idol.

I need to do that Idol!AU I've had in my drafts for weeks.

[flipppyflopp]

Green and purple go well together 💚💜

I hope you all see my vision, like Malleus and Vil are perfect as Elphaba and Glinda. I am so excited for the Wicked movie, so to help tie me over till I see it, I’m going to do a series of Wicked pieces featuring Malleus and Vil along with some other NRC students as background characters.

This also means I get to design some outfits, which I’m really excited about. Vil’s Tapis Rogue was the perfect outfit to use as a base for the pink bubble dress, but it needed some swirls and butterflies worked into it. I think next I’m going to work on some school outfits…stay tuned!

[trappolia]

mister rook hunt and his gorgeous little partner who soaks up his praise and attention like an eager variant of spongebob squarepants. whereas most people find his sharp eye and flamboyant acclamations almost... unnerving, it's a joy and even a norm when it comes to your relationship. why shouldn't your loving boyfriend climb in through your window on a sick day to give you soup and a little gift he knows you'll appreciate than the pollen of flowers that make your nose itch? why shouldn't he have a whole photo album that unfolds into pages larger than what an actual page should be, filled to the brim of pictures of you (and of course he made you look flattering! because you are!) and not to mention the obnoxious amounts of money he spends on you... vil warns epel when you come to visit your boyfriend in night raven college and neither epel nor the other first-years understand what you mean until rook is rolling out the red carpet at the door, the orchestra he hired playing a grandiose tune as he announces your arrival over a loud mic while you just giggle and go to pepper his face with kisses.

[pomefioredove]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ Cauldron of the Reborn: Escape from Black Castle

a fanwritten Halloween event

summary: when Malleus receives an invite from a distant relative to a historic castle in Briar Valley, he can't refuse characters: malleus, lilia, sebek, silver, vil, rook, epel, jamil, kalim additional info: reader is gender neutral, reader is yuu

well... by popular demand, here's more of this! I may rework the first one in the future idk. and add a prologue. coughs

prologue / chapter one / chapter two

taglist: @whatever-fanfics @chloemari-e @frog-fans-unite @sugar-sprinkles

Diasomnia Lounge - Day

"Are you sure about this?"

Lilia pats Silver's head and floats over to Malleus, taking steps over the air like he would on solid ground.

"If I may remind you, I looked after the young prince long before you two were around. One weekend is but the blink of an eye!" the elder fae says. "Someone needs to stay behind and oversee the dorm's Halloween preparations, anyhow."

Sebek shifts uncomfortably. Silver sighs.

"...You're right. I just... I have a bad feeling about this,"

Lilia grins, his fangs pressing into his lower lip. "Khee hee. How chivalrous of you, Silver. But I assure you, with both myself and Malleus, there's little that could stand against us... should the occasion arise. You know that."

Another sigh. "...I do. I just suppose I would feel better if it wasn't only the two of you,"

"He makes a point," Malleus says, closing a suitcase. "The invitation did specify I may bring along an entourage of my choosing."

"That's not really what I-"

"Now there's an idea!" Lilia chimes. "A weekend getaway with friends. Malleus, is there anyone you'd like to bring along?"

Malleus holds his chin between his fingers and thinks.

Then, he smiles.

Ramshackle - Day

"Me?"

"Us?" Grim says, giving Malleus an unamused look, paws on his hips.

Malleus nods, a proud smile on him. Lilia stands behind him, leafing through an ancient leatherbound book as if it were a travel guide.

"Yes. I am permitted to invite any guest of my choosing, and I choose you," Malleus says.

"And, in return, you may invite any of your own friends."

You think for a moment, standing in Ramshackle's door, Grim tugging on your sleeve and whining for breakfast.

"...What do you think?" you ask the direbeast at your feet.

He sighs. "Will there be food?"

"The invitation does specify good food, yes. I imagine there will be a banquet waiting for us upon our arrival," Lilia chimes in.

Grim's pout turns into a grin, his tune changing completely. "Why didn't 'ya say so? We're in,"

Malleus beams as you scoop Grim up in your arms. But who else to invite...?

Heartslabyul Lounge - Day

"Nah, we're on Halloween duty. Housewarden's orders,"

Ace smacks Deuce upside the head and whispers loudly in his ear: "Dude! They didn't need to know that!"

You look between the two of them as they bicker. Trey passes behind them, carrying a stack of dirty dishes. He smiles.

"Sorry, Prefect, but Deuce is right. They royally failed Trein's last exam and Riddle is keeping them on dish duty as punishment. And speaking of-"

He dumps the dishes in Ace's arms, the weight of the stack nearly toppling him over.

"-And there are more in the kitchen."

Savanaclaw Lounge

Jack scratches the side of his head. "I'd, uh... I'd love to, but Leona's got us all doing extra Spelldrive practice, so..."

"Bring us back some souvenirs and food, will ya?" Ruggie calls from behind you.

Ignihyde Hall

"A Halloween trip? How exciting!" Ortho chimes. "The search I just performed shows only thirty five results for a remote county of Briar Valley- this may be an excellent exercise in data gathering!"

You and Grim exchange smiles.

"So you'll come?" the direbeast says.

"Sure!

...If Idy comes!"

Both of your grins immediately fall. Before any of you can get another word in, Idia's voice comes from within the depths of the room behind you.

"Uh- what? Nuh-uh. No way. No internet for a weekend? No way,"

Ortho gives you both a sympathetic look. "Sorry, guys. Maybe next time,"

Pomefiore Lounge

Epel looks between the two of you, his hands on his hips and his eyelids lowered.

"Busy?" he repeats the word dryly. "Busy."

You shrug. "Everyone's busy. It is Halloween weekend,"

"And it might not've occurred to 'ya that they're not so busy as much as they don't wanna go to a remote, secluded part 'a Briar Valley with Malleus Draconia?"

You and Grim share a look. Oh.

"Well..." you look back at Epel. "Do you wanna come?"

"What kinda question is that?!"

You feel something gently brush against your side, and then a cool, collected voice.

"Excuse m- oh, Prefect. What are you doing here?" Jamil asks, breezing into the room.

"We were just 'talkin," Epel mutters. "You-"

"Kalim left his wallet here yesterday," Jamil sighs. "He's lucky it was this dorm. Does Vil keep a place for lost items?"

"Just down there,"

"Thank you," he says, and disappears down the hall.

You turn back to Epel. "Are you sure you don't want to come? I'm allowed to bring anyone I want."

He shakes his head. "Even if I wanted to, Vil would never allow me to go unchaperoned,"

"Unchaperoned?" a voice says from behind you.

Both you and Epel jump, and Grim skitters away in surprise. Lilia's light laughter follows, and he rests an elbow on Epel's shoulder.

"Khee hee. My apologies, I couldn't help myself. Now what's this about Schoenheit thinking you'd be "unchaperoned"?"

Epel huffs, still flustered from the surprise, and Grim pathetically crawls back to you, his fur bristled.

"I just don't think he'd be keen on letting me off on vacation for a weekend with no one 'ta look after me,"

"Did the Prefect not specify that I will be "chaperoning" this trip?"

"They did," he puts his hands back on his hips. "Vil wouldn't trust 'ya with watching a sack 'a flour for a weekend."

"I don't blame him," Jamil says, returning with a wallet in hand.

"Khee hee. How cruel. I'll have you know I'm an excellent babysitter,"

You look between the three as they go back and forth. This is getting you nowhere.

Epel crosses his arms. "What's the deal with this place, anyway?"

"The deal?" Lilia repeats, hands on his hips. "Is the promise of a weekend at an ancient castle with no internet, electricity, running water, or heat not exciting enough for you?"

Epel stares blankly.

"...Khee hee. Fair enough. The deal, my dear underclassmen, is that this castle is related to a popular children's bedtime story from Briar Valley, one of the only to feature magicless human heroes."

You turn to look at him, your own interest suddenly piqued. "What?"

Lilia looks back at you with a fanged grin, and then he makes himself comfortable on one of the fancy couches in the lounge.

"Gather round, gather round, children. This is an old story, an ancient story, which predates the Thorn Fairy herself by hundreds of years...

Long, long ago, in the land of Cymur, now a small county in Briar Valley, there was a king. He was a distant relative of the Thorn Fairy, but you wouldn't have known- he was greedy and cruel, and sought to conquer the land with an army of the undead. His reign was ended, however, by three unlikely heroes: a farmhand who became a great warrior, a scullery maid who became a powerful mage, and an unlucky minstrel who became a beloved poet. And their fuzzy, hungry direbeast companion, of course,"

A silence follows. Though not one of you would have admitted it, you had all become rather captivated by the story. Everyone waits for Lilia to continue. He hums and picks at his black nail polish.

"...Well?" Jamil finally speaks, arms crossed tightly over his chest.

"Well what?"

"Whaddya mean well, what?" Epel says. "You aren't gonna tell us the rest? How did the farmhand become a warrior?"

"And how does a scullery maid become a powerful mage?" Jamil follows.

"And whaddabout the direbeast?" Grim tugs at Lilia's loose sleeve. "I bet he saved the day, didn't he?"

Lilia's lips quirk into a smile, and he crosses his legs.

"Hmm... it appears I can't recall. I suppose you'll just have to find out on the trip,"

Everyone lets out a collective groan, and Lilia giggles into the palm of his petite hand.

Epel jumps to his feet, a frown on his lips. "Vil will never let me go, 'ya know that? Never!"

"Please, no shouting in the lounge. We've discussed this," a cold voice comes from behind him.

Epel goes pale and stiff, not unlike a corpse, and Vil rolls his eyes.

"Might I inquire what this little gathering is about? I can't seem to recall giving permission to hold club meetings in my lounge."

Lilia waves him off, unflinching under his cold glare. "Oh, just chitchat about our trip,"

"Your trip?"

Epel turns to Lilia with wide eyes, shaking his head quickly, but Lilia goes on anyway.

"Why, of course! Prince Malleus has invited Epel to join him on an educational trip to Briar Valley!"

Vil raises an eyebrow. "Malleus invited him? Personally?"

You open your mouth to speak, but can't get further than a quiet "Not exac-" before Lilia confirms.

"Hmph," Vil says, shifting his weight from one hip to another. "I see. Well, if the Housewarden invited you, it would be rude to decline."

Epel lights up as if he had just won a golden ticket, and then-

"Of course, Rook will have to accompany you. I wouldn't dream of sending you without proper supervision,"

"Wh- Rook?"

"Bonsoir!" Rook chimes behind all of you, as if summoned by the mere sound of his name. You and Epel flinch. Vil rolls his eyes.

"Yes. I'm far too busy with the event preparations to go myself... I also do not want to. Rook, however-"

"It would be my honor and privilege to discover the hidden beauties of a mysterious and isolated land with my own hands and eyes!"

Epel goes whiter than the delicate lace of his blouse.

"It's settled, then. We're leaving midday tomorrow, don't be late!" Lilia says, hopping up. "And Jamil, shall we be expecting you?"

The second year scoffs, as if uninterested, though he had sat through the entire story and ensuing discussion without moving from his place against the wall.

"No. I have to see to Kalim's relatives over the weekend. I won't have a moment to spare,"

"How unfortunate," Lilia sighs. "But I suppose our little Pom Duo will please Malleus enough."

Rook cheers a faint yay! and Epel groans.

Mirror Chamber - Morning

"Ready, all?"

You hold your small suitcase close to your side, tucked neatly under your arm. Mirror travel is short but rough at such distances. "I am,"

"Oui!'

"As I'll ever be,"

"Certainly," Malleus nods. "I've been looking forward to this all night. I could hardly sleep."

Calm and collected as he is, his excitement is unmistakable- at least for Lilia, who smiles.

"Alright! We'll go as far as we can by mirror, and the rest by carriage and foot, so make sure you have water and snacks,"

"Worry not, Monsieur Curiosité!" Rook chimes. "I have brought more than enough nuts and seeds for everyone!"

Epel mutters "Vil's diet snacks" to you, and you nod.

"Khee hee, I should have expected as much from Pomefiore's vicewarden. Then we're off-"

"Wait!"

Everyone turns to the mouth of the chamber. The sound of hurried footsteps on stone comes before a panting Jamil Viper, suitcase in hand.

Lilia grins. "Changed your mind?"

Jamil answers that with a glare.

"Someone told Kalim of the trip, and he ordered me to take the weekend off. Of all the ridiculous things..."

"Khee hee. Isn't that unfortunate?"

Another glare. "At least his family's security will be around. I only worry for the state of the dorm after he hosts them for the weekend..."

"Oh, I'm sure it'll be fine. Kalim's a bright boy!" Lilia says. Malleus gives him an odd look, but doesn't comment.

"Now that we're all accounted for- shall we?"