#vill schoenheit

[puffpuffmenace]

I JUST REALIZED AS A HALF GERMAN THAT

'VILL SCHOENHEIT' SOUNDS LIKE 'WILL SCHÖNHEIT' WICH MEANS 'WANT BEUTY'

His name is freaking 'want beuty' omfg...

[cvlutos]

♡ V.S & R.H | DICK | SMUT [TW: SUB!MALE READER, SPITTING]

Vil wants you to feel beautiful while he sits impossibly close, the buttons of your shirt undone and sliding off your shoulders and arms, chest littered with dark love bites, Vil's pretty fingers forcing you to look at yourself, while Rook buries his face between your thighs, eyes rolling to the back of his skull everytime he chokes on your cock. He just loves the feeling. Loves the way your twitch and smear precum along the flat of his tongue. But he also loves looking up, half-lidded green eyes staring into yours, while Vil places a string of lovely kisses along your neck, often times grasping Rook by the hair, forcing a muffled groan from his throat, forcing the huntsman to still his ministrations for you to answer the actor's questions.

'Do you like it?'

'Is he going deep enough?'

'No. I can't understand your mumbling, you have to speak clearly.'

Each words sending shivers down your spine, and if you answer oh so correctly, he pull Rook off your dripping cock and graciously spit a gob of saliva, letting Rook eagerly replace hot mouth along your length. Loving the ache in his knees, and the sting of Vil's nails, muffling incoherent french words, words that Vil to whisper into your ear, mocking—teasing...

'Permettez-moi de vous goûter...' Allow me to taste you...

'Pour te faire sentir si bien...' To make you feel so good...

'S'il te plaît...' Please....

When you cum for a moment it surprises them both, eyes wide as you stutter on your breath, spurts of your thick seed painting Rook's face and tongue, that he takes so greedily. To see you come undone, with Vil's careful movement, using a nearby towel to wipe Rook's face, whilst planting a chaste kiss to your cheek.

Oh how good you are to them.

[oepionie]

—"IT WAS JUST TWO LOVERS" various

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⊹ [ tags ] — hurt/comfort fluff, insecurities, mentions of overthinking, past relationship, they are down bad◞

HE LEISURELY PEPPERS KISSES against your cheek, hands dragging up and down your sides as you giggle at his saccharine affections. Both of you were entangled in bed, legs and arms drawn together as you had fleeting conversations about whatever came to mind. 

"First love? Is that a term back in your world?" He murmurs, burying his face deep into the crook of your neck. Your lover wraps his arms tight around you, pulling your body flush against his.

A tender laugh leaves your lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. "Yes, that's a term. It's the first person you've ever loved. That one person that you will never forget. It's special since their love will leave an imprint on your heart, which will be there for all of eternity."

"I see." He hums, a forthright tone settling onto his tongue. "Well, in all honesty, you certainly wouldn't be my first love."

Oh.

Hand halting its ministrations in his hair, a bitter and agonizing feeling creeps up your chest as you force out a laugh. "I-Is that so?"

Well...perhaps you should have expected this. It was a thought you didn't want to admit to for the longest time. It only fueled your insecurities and left you feeling vulnerable, spiralling into a dishevelled mess of crying and overthinking.

Perhaps it was not so surprising, you lament.

He was a prince straight out of a fairy tale. Surely he has loved and has been loved by many other before? An uncomfortable silence followed soon after as you tried to muster up a response but couldn't. Your voice lodged itself in your throat, words failing you. 

"I think the term has no merit to it, anyway." He murmurs, a soft smile gracing his lips. Your lover gazed at you affectionately as you blinked down at him and tilted your head in confusion. His love tinted stare pours over every detail of your face, observing how strands of hair fell over your cheeks, how your eyebrows drew together or how your lips pulled itself into a frown—he delighted in all of it. 

"If I had love so impactful and grand as the first, why would I need another love?" Brushing his thumb against the corners of your lips, he eased your frown away. "First love, hm? That would be you then, dearest. Though, it would be far more fitting to say that you're my only one true love."

✩— MALLEUS, JADE, Lilia, VIL, ROOK, Jamil

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[pestorik]

they would be so powerful...

[mariposa666haruka]

Rook & Yuu/MC,dancing together: Love is an open dooooooor!

Vil, shouting from afar : THEN CLOSE IT.

[pomefioredove]

Hiii! I adore your writings especially the vill fics thank you for blessing us vil fans 😭🙏💕

Can you please write soulmate au with vil and the perks of being soulmate with him? Thank youuu

thank you so much, that's so sweet!!! and OHHH soulmate.... so good

summary: soulmates type of post: fic characters: vil additional info: romantic, reader is gender neutral, reader is not specified to be yuu, FLUFFY, lovesick vil forever

Vil Schoenheit had always deemed the existence of "soulmates" to be a thing confined in the lines of a poem.

Ever the rationalist, Vil hadn't even entertained the fantasy of meeting his "perfect match", if such a person even existed. His life was not that of a cheesy movie script he'd turn down.

Finding someone who could cope with his strict lifestyle would be a miracle in and of itself.

...And if you had asked Vil Schoenheit what his image of the perfect partner would be, he would say exactly that.

Someone beautiful, intelligent, responsible, with the dedication and discipline to keep up with him.

Spoken with a sardonic smile and honeyed words, Vil knew that his chances of actually finding someone to meet his standards, to keep up with him, were slim.

He couldn't have possibly imagined having to keep up with you, instead.

You were like a shooting star; swift and bright, moving faster than he could fathom, cutting through the dark parts of his life like a hot blade.

Something for him to wish on.

Beautiful.

Like nothing he could have ever imagined.

There was a radiance in everything you did, one that made your skin glow with or without products, a certain warmth that so contrasted the refined and elegant image he'd grown to associate with beauty.

Vil would eagerly tend to your every need. It was a dream just to touch you, to have the honor of pushing your hair out of your face.

He would savor every second of grazing your skin, of tracing your features with delicate fingertips, if only just to cleanse your pores after a long day.

With you, every simple action is beautiful.

Vil enjoys pampering people he cares for, and thus your life is full of high-end products, the best groceries money can buy, and his personal advice from the very second he sets eyes on you.

He would gladly do your personalized skincare routine with you every night and every morning if time allowed it.

2. Intelligent.

In such a way that makes him eager to understand you.

Really, it's your insatiable curiosity that draws him in.

He could spend hours upon hours simply listening to you talk. Your interests begin excite him just as much as they excite you, your passion for learning and creating capture his attention with ease.

There's never a dull moment between the two of you.

What others might consider useless conversations about trivial matters, Vil holds to the highest regard.

It comes to the point where he begins asking you for opinions, even if he knows he'll disagree with your answer, just to hear your perfect voice, just to watch your expression change in the way it does when you're thinking.

He's infatuated with your thought process, with the way your mind works.

Understanding you is not a labor, but a privilege.

3. Responsible.

To where all he could ask for is you and your gentle touch.

You care. Whether you're aware of it or not, you care so deeply about the people in your life, it almost puts Vil to shame.

Paired with your determination and resilience, and your ceaseless sense of independence, it's absolutely irresistible to him.

Vil is so unfamiliar with the way you treat him. Tenderly, and softly, like he's something that needs to be taken care of. You don't put him on a high shelf like a trophy, but carry him at your side, like a beloved doll.

He's never been at the receiving end of such consideration.

On the days where it feels as if the world is coming undone around him, he has somewhere to go. A place to hide, where he can forget all that he's supposed to be, and just simply be instead.

You are a home to him.

Vil knows that the both of you are perfectly capable (exemplary, even) at minding yourselves, though that's exactly what makes this tenderness you share all the better.

Independence is a gift, though one that he'll gladly set aside for a time, to be alone and soft with you.

4. Keeping Up.

Some days, it feels as if he's hanging onto you for dear life.

Afraid that if he looks away for even a moment, you'd vanish, leaving him alone with all of his naive, shallow thoughts on what his soulmate should be.

You're a dream to him. Far better than anything he ever could have asked for, or even imagined. He would be a fool to let you get away, he knows as much.

And perhaps he doesn't have the words to express it yet, perhaps he does. Perhaps these thoughts of his are tucked away in a journal, imbued in the lines of a poem, or in the color choices of a floral arrangement. Perhaps he whispers them to you in the early hours of the morning, still caught in that dreamlike space between sleep and wake.

One thing has become clear to him, though: Vil could never adequately describe all that he wants in a soulmate.

You're far too complex to put in a single sentence.

[lemonandlime22]

May I request Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with a Gn! yuu who’s first language isn’t english, so they struggle speaking and struggle with the assignments.

Vil, Azul, Trey, and Jade with Yuu that has a different native language

Warning(s): cussing, fish mafia doing fish mafia things, not edited

A/N: ty for requesting! i hope you like it!

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Vil Schoenheit

I personally hc that Vil's native language is German so he understands some of your struggles

he went through the same thing when he was first learningWhich I’m sure was when he was very little

But anyway, he’ll sometimes offer tips on how to pronounce things correctly and remember some grammar things that can get tricky.

If you ask he’ll usually help translate assignments or help you understand them,

You’ll probably have small language study sessions with both Vill and Rook

Heck maybe you’ll learn both French and German if you don’t already

Overall, he's a willing tutor if you ask and p good one at that! Also prob the most helpful out of all these guys

But warning, he is ruthless and incredibly strict if you make it a normal tutoring session.

Good luck!!

Azul Ashengrotto

Get ready to be exploited bb <3

he's like a mini Crowley

Any whooo

As soon as he found out you were having trouble he swooped in and offered you a deal

he'll help you with assignments and learning the language

and you help him reach a wider customer base!

Your basically his free employee.

Btw there is like a 50/50 chance that he either is genuinely helping you or using the twisted wonderland version of google translate.

But there is a small chance that he just so happens to have been wanting to learn your native language

In that situation then you’ll just be helping each other

you tutor his abt your native tongue

and he helps you understand assignments and any words your having trouble with.

Overall, not a terrible experience, tho he is taking advantage of you there’s not much of a downside other then you having to translate the whole menu.

Trey Clover

Another one that would be happy to help

except you don't have to make a contract with him for that help.

He will help you the best he can but it's not much

I can see him kinda knowing one other language, but just enough to get basic info across

but that's about it

whether that's the same as your native language or not, he'll do his best to assist you in understanding some assignments.

He tries to make it fun too, like for every correct answer your able to get, he’ll make you your favorite baked good

If you don’t like baked good, then he’ll use his unique magic on it

Trey will also be very curious abt your culture and see if or how different it is from his.

Overall, prob the most pleasant experience, not rly the most helpful but at least he got the spirit.

Jade Leech

Your basically his free entertainment

this mischievous little bitch will intentionally give you the wrong translations of things

and fuck up your grammar with the power of gaslighting.

Buuut if he were to want to genuinely help you,,,

he would take advantage of the situation to tell you all abt

Every. Single. Type of fungi.

For every new dish you try of his is an assignment he’ll help you with.

Overall, good luck! In school and I’m eating those dishes.

You will need it.

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[monoafterhours]

Pleaseeeeee

Great Sevens

I AM A WHORE

Ahem anyway

Hhhh Vil

The outfit

THE CLEAVAGE

Please

I ask for your hand in marriage

Vil Schoenheit, VILL SCHOENHEITT

The hand things are beautiful

Wait

HELLO??

LOOK AT TJE HANDS

Anyway I'm going insane

Vil, save me Vil

[twst-kumi]

Weeping Maiden [ACT I] CHAPTER 8

[ACT I] CHAPTER 8

Silver looked at the young girl worried, he kneeled in front of her looking at her lifeless eyes. [Name] looked at him her finger still probing into the rotten apple. The young man stopped her gently as he carefully observed her face.

“_ Did something happen?

_ I… I’m not sure… It’s nice here, I don’t have to think when I’m here. 

_You mustn’t give up now. Look the thorns are creeping up on her legs.

_Thorn?”

[Name] looked down to see the thorn warping around her ankle. She had never once noticed them before. This time she tried to move only for it to tighten around her ankle. The more she tried, the more she was losing her will. Silver tried to cut the thorns but it didn't work. 

“_Forget it, I don't think they are that problematic right now. 

_Are you serious?” 

[Name] chuckled before looking at the rotten apple in her hand. She then sighed before finally talking.

“_I think something bad happened, but I can't remember much of it. I think those apples are important to someone.

_ Who?

_ I don't know but I hope he will not die and return to reasons.” 

Silver sat beside her and watched her play with the apple in her hand. She had a lot on her mind. He decided to stay here with her to keep her company. [Name] smiled gently, putting her head on his shoulder. He was such a sweetheart, she definitely knew him from somewhere. But her memory was always blurry when she was here. She couldn't remember much, it felt so good. 

“_ You know, I'm sure I saw you before. 

_ Where?

_ Maybe in a dream. Who knows.” 

***

Ambrose looked at [Name]’s sleeping body completely distraught. When Neige called him in a hurry, he wasn't expecting a curse on her. The young girl was lying on her bed peacefully, she looked fast asleep unaware of the worry of the people around her. Her heartbeat was really faint like she was on the brink of death. 

“_What happened?

_I don't know, she asked me to meet her this evening. We were talking, I gave her a sample of the apple juice I was working on and then she collapsed.” 

Ambrose looked at the young idol worried. Neige looked panicked and tears were trailing down his cheek. The old man patted his back before examining the young girl. His heart ached when he looked at her. So pale, and lifeless, that he had to remind himself that she was just in a deep sleep. His daughter was still alive. But anger also swelled up in his heart. Who could have done such a thing to her? 

“_Do you know who she met before you? Or what she was doing?

_No… Oh right, I saw her with Vil-senpai in the town. 

_ Vil?

_Vil Schoenheit, our Co-actor and he is in Night Raven College. Now that I think about it… No! No, no, no. He couldn't have done that! He… and [Name] seemed to go along well.” 

Neige trembled as if he had come to the realization. Glancing up at the headmaster he could see wave after wave of pure contempt on his face. Good, everything was going as he planned. The headmaster, his fist clenched, stormed out of the room to his office. Should he contact the police? No, first he must have proof and find a way to wake his precious child. If Vill Schoenheit was indeed the culprit then he needed to take responsibility for his own wrongdoing. Thankfully, it wasn't life-threatening but they needed to find a way to wake her up. Ambrose took his phone and dialed Night Raven College’s number. 

“_ Hello Crowley, we need to talk.”

Crowley looked at his phone disgusted the moment he heard Royal Sword Academy’s headmaster. 

“_Ah… Yes, yes, how are you, Ambrose?

_ I can't say I'm doing well… Can I ask you something?

_Of course… my… friend!”

Crowley couldn't help but smile when he heard that he was having trouble. 

“_Send me Mr Schoenheit. 

_ Hm… that would be difficult. Why do you need him?

_One of my beloved students was poisoned with a potion.

_OoOh sad, do you need Mr Schoenheit's expertise? 

_No Crowley, Mr Schoenheit is the main suspect right now.

_We don't have any proof, Ambrose. Why should…

_Look here, my patience is wearing thin Crowley. Mr Schoenheit was the last person seen with MY daughter before she was poisoned. So either you send him NOW! Or I'm getting the police involved!”

Crowley was stunned for a moment. He didn't know Ambrose could be so hostile. His hand shaking the crow-masked man agreed to send the young actor.

“_Alright I will have the sacred tree room open so send him through the mirror. 

_ I will…” 

***

No one was around when Ash sneaked inside Royal Dawn. He could hear Flora sniffles upon [Name]’s sleeping form. The fairy was heartbroken by the scenery before her. She couldn't help but remember Rose when she fell under Maleficent’s terrible spell.

“_ How could this happen? Oh, my poor princess… if I still had the same force than when I was in my prime I would have protected you better.” 

The fairy wept while rearranging the young girl's hair and clothes. She then flew away to find any clue on what potion she may have drunk. Ash sighed in relief before leaving his hiding place. He closed the window shutter and locked the door before sitting next to her bed. 

“_Alright, there is a 70% chance this will work… When the clock strikes twelve, your carriage will turn into a pumpkin, your

horses into mice, your coachman into a rat, and your gown into rags… Midnight clock.

_ Ugh…” 

[Name] groaned as she opened her eyes slowly. The young girl looked up to see Ash. The blond boy looked relieved as she woke up. 

“_What… Oh right, I was with Neige when…”

The young girl frowned when she realized the situation. Neige gave her a potion. She couldn't believe how easily she was tricked and… Tears gathered in her eyes. 

Ash could tell she was hurt and who was the culprit. He knew Neige better than anyone here. And the boy negatively changed a lot.

“_ Ash can I ask your help? I need you to contact Vil fast. I’m afraid he may be in danger.

_I will do what I can but we need to get an antidote for you. My unique spell only works for a short period.” 

[Name] smiled and thanked him before telling him everything she knew about what happened. She was perfectly aware of her situation, it was worrisome how calm she looked. Ash couldn’t help but notice this abnormal trait of her. Like getting poisoned/drugged was just another Tuesday for her, nothing out of the ordinary. The young girl smiled at him before falling back into her death-like sleep. Ash opened her door to see Aurelius and Alexis waiting on both sides of her door. They both looked serious. 

“_Since when were you two… 

_From the beginning.

_Senpai, let us help you.”

Ash looked at the two younger students, he could see determination burn in their eyes. 

“_Alright, we need to get in contact with Vil and…

_I heard the headmaster call for him. They are waiting for him in the tree room. 

_Then we need to take him to [Name] before the headmaster and the other caught him. 

_Yeah, I have a plan for that.”

Ash smiled confidently as the two students saw some mice jump on his shoulder.

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[cloudcountry]

For the request can I do a vil + 🩰

the emoji made me think of dancing so i was like "ooooh nrc school dance!!"

VIL SCHOENHEIT + 🩰 (1k event details)

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Never in your life did you think you would be the cause of Prom gossip.

The students at NRC seem to be far more invested in who you would ask out than the dance itself. Last time you heard, Ace had even started a bet as to who your date would be. It was such an Ace thing to do that you ended up whacking him upside the head every time you saw him.

Sure, being a magicless student at the center of every Overblot ever had put you in the center of attention, and sure everyone knew who you were because of it, but did that really mean they had to make your entire school life a spectacle?

No. No, it did not.

So, in hopes of calming things down, you decided to go after one of the most unnoticeable, unremarkable, uninteresting people on campus and just kidding of course you didn't do that!

“Will you go to the dance with me?” you blurt, setting down your salad fork.

Vil freezes in place, hand halfway to his glass of water. He makes eye contact with you and raises a single, questioning brow.

“Whatever for?” he says plainly, fingers wrapping around the dewy surface of the glass.

“Uh, because I like you. And I want to. And you’re magnificent.” you deadpan, “Why else?”

“Hm. Okay, dove. I’ll bite.” he hums, amused, “What do I get in return?”

“A good time?” you offer, half joking.

Vill rolls his eyes, and that’s the end of it.

Date: acquired.

[beautiful-vil]

Vil Schoenheit: Profoundly Misunderstood (An In-Depth Character Analysis)

FULL NAME:

Vil Schoenheit

NICKNAMES:

Beta Fish, Beautiful Vil, Roi du Poison

NAME MEANING:

Schoenheit is German for "beauty"; since Snow White is a German fairytale, and the Fairest Queen was famously obsessed with maintaining her beauty, this makes for a fitting surname for the Pomefiore housewarden.

Vil is a French name, a variation of the word “ville”- this fits the elegant, European-inspired nature of Pomefiore. The name Vil also sounds like “evil” or “villain,” which seems like an allusion to the Evil Queen whom Vil is twisted from. It also relates to how Vil was constantly typecast as a villain throughout his acting career.

AGE/BIRTHDAY:

April 9 (Aries); 18 years old

SPECIES:

Human

HEIGHT:

183 cm

GENDER AND PRONOUNS:

Male; he/him (I do like fem Vil, though.)

HOMELAND:

Shaftlands

DORM:

Pomefiore

YEAR:

Third year

CLASS:

Class C (No. 23)

HOBBIES/TALENTS:

Singing, acting, modeling, fashion, makeup, general stage presence, leadership

CLUBS:

Film Studies Club

BEST SUBJECTS:

Potionology

MORE INFORMATION:

Vil is one of the most popular celebrities in all of Twisted Wonderland, with a huge net worth. Though he loves his work as a singer, actor, influencer, and model, he has currently put his career on hold in order to focus on his duties as Housewarden and his academic success at NRC.

He is twisted from the Evil Queen, from Snow White and the Seven Dwarves.

EXTERNAL PERSONALITY:

Vil comes across as extremely confident, fashionable, and elegant, if somewhat haughty. He can sometimes come across as overly critical of others’ appearance, because he expects perfection not only from himself, but from everyone around him. There’s a certain regal quality about him, and he’s a natural leader. He also comes across as somewhat effeminate, and gets bothered by students like Epel who try to pointlessly conform to a gender binary. Vil believes himself to be the most beautiful man on campus and expects everyone around him to know it. He wants everyone in his dorm to conform to his high standards of dress, diet, and comportment.

INTERNAL PERSONALITY:

Despite his haughty exterior, Vil is actually deeply afraid of failure, or of being anything but the best. He feels that must be the most beautiful, the most successful, the most talented, or he’s completely worthless. He tends to be incredibly hard on himself if he makes the smallest mistake or fails to achieve complete perfection, and he often seeks validation from others rather than within himself. He is an incredibly hard worker and strives to do his absolute best in everything he does. He’s incredibly passionate about the arts, whether that’s fashion, musical performance, or theatre, and likes to challenge outdated, heteronormative, or patriarchal notions of sexuality and gender. He struggles to forgive himself for mistakes, and this “phantom guilt” is what ultimately leads to his overblot; though his friends all forgive him for his attempt to poison Neige leBlanche, Vil is unable to forgive HIMSELF.

MORALS:

Vil firmly believes that hard work is the key to success; if it first you don’t succeed, you just have to try harder, do better, give it more time and effort, push yourself to your limits until you finally succeed. He believes there are no such things as “girly” or “boyish” hobbies- the gender binary is arbitrary and pointlessly confining. He believes there’s no point in doing anything unless you give it 110 percent. He also greatly appreciates the value of beauty, and every single aspect of his appearance is a conscious choice. After all, image is everything, especially when you’re famous.

GOOD AND BAD HABITS:

STRONG WORK ETHIC- Vil believes the only way to succeed in life is through giving it your all.

CHALLENGES SOCIAL NORMS- Vil challenges the antiquated and misogynistic ideals of students like Epel.

PRIZES SELF-CARE- Vil understands the importance of taking care of your appearance and treating yourself like royalty.

OVERLY CRITICAL OF OTHERS Vil tends to be displeased with students who aren’t as well-groomed or well-mannered as he is.

INSECURE Vil chases the validation of others, rather than believing in his own innate worth. He’s unable to grasp that if he believes he’s the fairest of them all, it doesn’t matter whether others agree or not.

OVERLY CRITICAL OF HIMSELF- Even when others forgive Vil for his mistakes, he is often unable to forgive himself. Even when people offer words of praise to Vil for his acting, singing, or modeling, he often insists that “that was far from his best work”- his voice was strained, his stage presence was lackluster, his hair was out of place, etc. He’s unable to simply take a compliment- instead, he’s constantly thinking of ways he needs to improve.

FEARS:

-Never breaking out of his “pretty villain” typecast

-Failure

-All of his hard work being for nothing

-Not being good enough

-All of his fans turning against him one day

-Disgracing the legacy of the Fairest Queen

MAGIC MAIN DESCRIPTION:

Vil is naturally talented at brewing potions, as well as any magic that has to do with one’s appearance. He is able to magically make himself seem naturally charming, beautiful, or endearing to an audience, a talent that comes in handy for someone like him, who constantly has eyes on him.

UNIQUE MAGIC:

Fairest One Of All - Allows Vil to place a curse on anything he touches, with any conditions of his choosing. It is so powerful, not even Vil himself can undo it until the previously specified conditions are met.

CHILDHOOD:

ERIC VENUE

Show business runs in Vil’s blood; he was raised by one of the most famous actors in all of Twisted Wonderland, Eric Venue. Eric was a very caring and loving father who taught Vil everything he knows about achieving a perfect performance. Vil inherited his father’s love of making an audience adore him.

TRAPPED IN A TYPECAST

Inspired by his father, Vil started acting from a young age, taking on roles in school dramas and TV shows. But Vil was always casted as the role of the villain or the bully, which started to bother Vil early on in his acting career. He didn’t understand why he was constantly categorized as a “villain,” and wondered what it was about him that was so despicable. Was it how he looked? How he acted? To make matters worse, he seemed to have been frequently bullied in school.

He desperately wanted to break out of his typecast and play a hero's role, and to achieve that he would put himself through rigorous training and effort both into his skills and appearance. Yet he was never chosen for anything but a villain's role, which left him feeling frustrated. Despite his building negative feelings, Vil never stopped putting in the effort or giving up his hope as he was growing up.

NEIGE LEBLANCHE

Throughout Vil’s career, Vil constantly co-starred in plays, photo shoots, commercials, movies, and TV shows with fellow celebrity Neige LeBlanche. They often starred together as the leading roles in media projects, with Vil playing the elegant villain and Neige playing the innocent hero. While Neige always seemed to want to become friends with Vil, and seems to feel a certain level of sentimentality towards his co-star, Vil eventually started to resent Neige for how he felt that Neige was constantly overshadowing him. He deeply envied Neige’s popularity and felt like he could never compare, no matter how hard he tried.

MIDDLE SCHOOL YEARS:

MEETING JACK HOWL

You’d think a celebrity like Vil would have lots of friends; in truth, Vil may have had adoring fans, but he essentially had no real friends in childhood. His only friend was his neighbor, Jack Howl. Jack didn’t judge Vil for his onscreen persona the way the other kids in the Shaftlands did. Even though Jack and Vil drifted apart somewhat when Vil arrived at NRC, they both still regard each other fondly and respect their shared history.

CURRENT WHEREABOUTS:

Vil is currently in his junior year at the prestigious academy of magic, Night Raven College, and is housewarden of Pomefiore. He is currently taking a break from the limelight in order to focus on school, and in an effort to make a name for himself outside of his father, he has changed his name from Vil Venue to Vil Schoenheit.

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𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒎, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 6-inch 𝒉𝒊𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒄𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒓𝒉𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒎𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒖𝒓𝒑𝒍𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒅-𝒈𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍𝒔. “𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌, 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑬𝒑𝒆𝒍? 𝑯𝒆’𝒔 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍.”

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒈𝒔, 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑽𝒊𝒍. “𝑰’𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆, 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝑹𝒐𝒊 𝒅𝒖 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏.”

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒔, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅. “𝑻𝒄𝒉. 𝑶𝒃𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒖𝒑 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑺𝑫𝑪 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝑬𝒑𝒆𝒍. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑶𝒉, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍. 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒘𝒆’𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒎. 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝑬𝒑𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒅𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒆.”

𝑯𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒂 𝒑𝒓𝒆-𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍. 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒑𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒑𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒏. “𝑨𝒍𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒔, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒆! 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒂, 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏!”

𝑨𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. “𝑶𝒉, 𝒎𝒚! 𝑹𝒐𝒊 𝒅𝒖 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒒𝒖𝒆! 𝑻𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚, 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒚𝒆𝒕.”

𝑽𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅, 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒅𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒚. “𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒇𝒇-𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕, 𝒎𝒚 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒌𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒐 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑵𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒆 𝑳𝒆𝑩𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒆.”

“𝑶𝒉. 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑰 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝑹𝒐𝒊 𝒅𝒖 𝑷𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏.”

‘’’𝑫𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍’ 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒄𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕. 𝑰𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒘𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒗𝒆 𝑷𝑬𝑹𝑭𝑬𝑪𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒍𝒆𝒕’𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒄 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑰’𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆!”

𝑹𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. “𝑶𝒉, 𝑽𝒊𝒍…”

[somekidnamedkai]

if the request are still open can you do riddle , ace ,deuce , vill and malleus with an mc who suddenly started ignoring them and making excuses to not see them,but they found out on their birthday that mc was making a surprise party for them and in the end to apologize to them they hugs them ( and maybe kiss their cheeks ) if this request is too complicated it’s fine you don’t have to^^

Ignoring Them For A Surprise Party

Authors note: Welcome to the start of me being bad at titling my stuff lol. I had a lot of fun writing these, thank you for the request anon!

Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, Ace Trappola, Deuce Spade, Vil Schoenheit, Malleus Draconia

Warnings: None. I have the vocabulary of a middle schooler so some words are repetitive my apologies.

Gender neutral reader

Riddle Rosehearts

Riddle first noticed you ignoring him when you would jolt out of the classroom, not waiting for him so you two could walk together. Whenever he tried to ask you about it, you’d turn and walk away. Or blatantly ignore him and talk to Ace or whoever was nearby.

He began to wonder what was going on. Did he do something? Did he forget something important? No, your birthday wasn’t for another few months. And your guys' anniversary was just a few weeks ago. Riddle remembered every important date. So why were you ignoring him?

Did someone spread a rumor about him? If so, they would surely pay. Riddle went to ask Cater, who would surely know if something was going on. Nothing.

Riddle decided that maybe you’ve been having a bad week, so he’ll take you on a date.

He arrived at Ramshackle to make sure you were free. “Oh, sorry, Riddle, I have something important going on. A big test, yup, really big.” You said hesitantly. A test? On a Saturday evening? And was that Ace and Deuce in there with you?

After his visit to Ramshackle, Riddle was beginning to stress over it even more. Why were you avoiding him? What did he do?!

He demanded Ace and Deuce tell him, but they wouldn't budge. Luckily, Trey was there so he convinced Riddle to not collar the duo.

As the days, which felt like weeks to Riddle went by, he began to feel frustrated and crushed. Was this your way of breaking up with him? By just avoiding him till he got the point? Or were you? No, you would never cheat on Riddle. And he wasn’t going to accuse you of cheating.

Finally, it was on the 6th day, but who’s counting? Riddle saw his phone light up with his ringtone playing. At first, he ignored it. Until Riddle remembered that he muted everyone except for you, he wanted to be sure that he never missed anything. Riddle practically leaped over his bed to grab his phone, dropping whatever schoolwork he was doing.

The second Riddle grabbed his phone he answered your call. “Sweet tart? Hello?” He spoke desperately. Which is what he was. Riddle was desperate to hear your voice. Listening to old voice messages over and over again didn’t help much.

You smiled when your boyfriend answered and began to talk. You missed him, “Hey, love. I want-“

You couldn’t even finish talking before Riddle spoke again, “I miss you! I’m so sorry for whatever I did! I really am. Please don’t ignore me again! I miss you so much, sweet tart!” He blurted out. “Y/N?” He asked when you didn’t answer.

“You didn’t do anything, dear, but can you come to Ramshackle?” You asked him, and he immediately agreed.

It took Riddle about 5 minutes to get to Ramshackle, and then he knocked on the door. Riddle heard a little bit of noise before it went silent. “Come in!” You shouted.

When Riddle opened the door it was almost completely dark, which was shocking considering the number of broken windows in the dorm.

The lights came on right after Ruddle walked in, “SURPRISE!”

Riddle stumbled back in shock, but you caught him before he could fall. “Happy birthday, my love,” You told him.

“It’s my… birthday?” Riddle asked. He had completely forgotten about it amongst you, ignoring him. So that was the important date he forgot about.

A small laugh escaped your lips, “yes, silly. I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. It’s just that I was planning your party with everyone.”

Riddle let out a sigh before regaining his composure. “Well, Don’t do that again, please. You worried me.”

You kissed Riddle on the cheek, then a quick peck on the lips. “I promise I won’t. Now, let’s enjoy your party, birthday boy.”

Ace Trappola

At first, Ace just thought you were trying to prank him by only really talking with Deuce and Jack. But when Deuce said that you weren’t pranking him, Ace got annoyed. Why are you ignoring him? Was it because he pranked you just a week ago? You’ve never cared about his pranks, so why now?

Ace would try to get you to stop ignoring him by pranking you even more. One prank Ace did was kind of small, but it’d get you to talk to him, was to take the ink tube out of your pen. Or if you were using a quill, he’d replace it with a regular feather.

Unfortunately, his plan backfired. Whenever you would need a new utensil you would immediately go to Deuce. Or even Grim. Why Grim?! Seeing how his little prank didn’t work, Ace made his pranks a lot bigger. If his small ones weren’t catching your eyes, these would. Yeah, it didn’t work.

Fine, whatever, ignore Ace all you want. He doesn’t care. Yes, he does. Ace would begin texting you, telling you that it was important and that he needed you to go by asap. But you would only leave him on read.

Ace thought luck was on his side when Riddle said there was going to be an unbirthday party. You never miss an unbirthday party. Even in past times when you and Ace argued, you never missed an unbirthday party.

That night Ace texted you, letting you know about the unbirthday party. To his shock, your reply was quick and simple “can’t. I'm busy.” What do you mean you can't?! You’ve never missed a party

That was it. Ace finally admitted. He probably did something wrong and you weren’t just pranking him. So for the next few nights, he would ponder over what he could’ve done. Deuce wasn’t any help with it either.

At the unbirthday party, Ace tried to coax it out of Riddle or Trey, or anyone for that matter, on why you were ignoring him. But they all claimed to either not know. Or they wouldn’t tell. Rude.

It had been about a week of Ace complaining to Deuce about you again. He missed you. Your laugh, your smile, your everything. The way you would hug Ace after a long day. How good of a kisser you were.

Deuce just suggested that he talk to you at ramshackle tomorrow. But Ace said that you wouldn’t answer. But Deuce promised that you would.

So here Ace was, at ramshackle. He knocked on the door then it opened. He stepped into the shockingly dark dorm. A second later and the lights turned on, and confetti was thrown at his face. “SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

Oh yeah! It was Ace's birthday. He kind of forgot in his efforts to get you to talk to him. “Happy birthday, sweetie,” you told Ace.

This boy didn’t realize how much he missed your voice until now. Ace practically leaped himself into your arms and squeezed you tight.

“Please don’t ignore me again!” He said as he looked at you. You had your beautiful smile that made him smile.

You kissed Ace all over his face before you looked at him. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have, but I wanted to be sure your surprise party stayed a surprise party.”

Ace nodded. He looked past you and at the others who were watching. “You’re forgiven. Now let's go enjoy my party!”

Deuce Spade

Deuce almost immediately noticed you ignoring him. It started with you not holding his hand after class, to you only talking to Ace at lunch, and now you wouldn’t even answer his texts.

He’s been spamming your messages, asking if he did anything wrong, but you didn’t answer. He’s been (bothering) asking Ace if he’s done anything. No answer from him either.

A few days went by. Deuce finally stopped blowing up your phone with text messages. Now he’s passing you notes in class and sending gifts to ramshackle. Deuce even got your attention for a minute when he grabbed your pen as you took it out of the bag.

“Why are you ignoring me?” Deuce asked as he held the pen out of your reach. You didn’t answer. Instead, you looked to Ace, who gave you a new one. Defeated, Deuce threw your pen back down and sulked in his seat.

Deuce began to message you and see if you wanted to hang out, only to get ignored. He would tell Ace to shut up so you would listen to him instead, and then Deuce would invite you on a date. “I’m busy.” The boy began to sulk again.

Cue the disaster of what is Deuce for the next few days. He’s a mess. He misses you a lot and has no idea how to make it up to you. He’s tried apologizing. You said it was nothing. He’s asked you on dates, and you always say you're busy. He’d give you flowers then you’d just put them aside.

The morning of Deuce’s birthday arrived. And he was dreading it. It wouldn’t have mattered how many ‘happy birthdays’ he got or how many small gifts like pencils or chocolate Deuce got. He just wanted you. And a hug.

Deuce wanted to stay in bed, but Ace convinced him to get up or Riddle would off with his head. “Fine, whatever, partner snatcher.” Dang. Ok, Deuce. We get it you’re mad, but no need to resort to name-calling.

“I’m going to ignore that. Anyways, remember our plans at Ramshackle today. Don’t be late.” Ace told Deuce as he left the room. What plans at Ramshackle? What were they doing?

Wait. If Deuce’s other friends already had plans today... Did they forget his birthday? “Oh, happy birthday, by the way.” Nevermind. At least Ace remembered.

Deuce, after a few years, finally arrived at Ramshackle. And when he opened the door, he walked inside to see darkness. Oh no, did the lights break before he got ther- “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!”

The surprise knocked Deuce back a few feet. “Happy birthday,” You told Deuce as you walked over to your boyfriend, who was going through the five stages of grief when you walked towards him.

The second you spread your arms out, Deuce dove into them for a hug. “I love you,” He muttered into your chest while you two held a warm hug and you kissed his forehead.

“Hey, listen. I’m sorry for ignoring you. I just thought that it would be the best way of keeping your party a surprise,” you explained to Deuce.

Deuce nodded as he felt a few tears. He was so happy, “It’s ok. But please never do that again.”

You nodded as you backed away and smiled at your boyfriend. You kissed him on the cheek before guiding him over to the others to celebrate his birthday.

Vil Schoenheit

At first, Vil thought you were having a bad day and needed a little space. He’d lecture you for being rude another day. But when the next day came around and you still weren’t talking to him? You would just walk in front of him and not say anything.

Vil, to say the least, was not happy when he realized you were ignoring him. He doesn’t have time for your shenanigans. Vil would try to get your attention and ask you what’s wrong or send you a message but you would either brush him off or just not respond.

He would go through the next few days thinking about what was wrong with you. Did someone say something to you? If so they would surely pay. Were you just trying to prank him? Whatever. Vil wasn’t going to stress over your attitude. He needed to maintain his complexion.

Don’t be fooled though, just because he wasn’t stressing out over it? doesn’t mean it wasn’t affecting him. Vil loved you. A lot. And he missed cuddling you at night before he went to sleep. And he was really upset you were ignoring him.

Vil’s birthday was approaching and he had hoped to go on a date with you. So he showed up to Ramshackle with a bouquet of your favorite flowers and candy. “Pumpkin! I wanted to know if you wanted to go on a date. Tonight or tomorrow?” He asked when you answered the door, giving you the flowers and candy.

“Oh... I’m busy. Tonight and tomorrow. Sorry, sweetie.” You closed the door before Vil could say anything in response.

Dejected, Vil went back to Pomefiore and looked over some of his schoolwork when a thought came to his mind. If you want to avoid him so badly, he’ll send the vice housewarden after you.

“Of course, anything for you Roi Du Poison!” Rook would immediately agree and then head out to Ramshackle, although it was not to spy on you, instead, it was to plan.

It was the day before Vil’s birthday when he decided he had enough. Vil felt like a different person without you. And he didn’t like it.

Vil saw Ace, Deuce, and Jack and asked them what your deal was and what was going on with you. They said it was nothing. So then Vil went to Epel to coax it out of the boy. He didn’t budge.

Remember when Vil wasn’t stressing over this? Now he is. You were the love of his life, and now you were avoiding him, and he had no idea what to do.

On his birthday, Vil got a text from you, “can you come to ramshackle? it’s important.” Vil immediately went out to the rundown dorm his prefect stayed in.

Once Vil got there, he opened the door and stepped inside. He didn’t knock. You told him to go there anyways, so who else would you expect?

It was pitch black when he walked inside. “Is this a-“ “SURPRISE!” Everyone jumped out, and the lights got turned on. Vil looked around, all of his friends were there, and streamers decorated the front lobby

“Happy birthday!” You told Vil as you stepped towards him. He gave you a big hug, squeezing you tight and not wanting to let go.

You returned his hug. “I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you. I was so excited about your party, and I didn’t want to spoil the surprise.” You explained to him. Vil understood now. But he wasn’t going to let this go.

“It’s alright sweet potato. But we’re going to talk about communication,” Vil told you as you audibly groaned and muttered a ‘fine.’ Vil smiled for the first time in the last few days.

You began to give Vil small kisses all over his face. A kiss on his cheek, one on his nose, his forehead, then his temple. “Let’s enjoy your party.”

Malleus Draconia

You thought you could get away with ignoring him? Good luck. As soon as Malleus noticed you were ignoring him he would get very upset. The clouds would be dark and thundering.

He missed you more than he could explain. You were his first real friend and first partner. And now he didn’t have anyone. He missed your guys' conversations and holding your hand and walking around with you. You didn’t even go to the club meeting with him to look at and study the gargoyles.

Malleus would drop by Ramshackle to make sure you were alright, but you either weren’t there, or you ignored him to talk with your friends. He would sulk or storm away to go by another time.

Listen, I hope you aren’t scared of thunder and lightning because that’s how the weather is going to be until you start talking to him.

Sebek will be hunting you down, so I hope you have a place to hide. And if he finds you, be prepared for the lecture you were going to get from him about ‘hurting the young master’ and ‘you're being a mean person.’

You tell him about the plan for Malleus’ party. He’s still not happy about it. Sebek will leave with final words to talk to him.

During one of his daily walks by ramshackle Malleus spotted you, without your friends. He hoped that today would be the day you talked to him. With a bright smile, he walked over to you.“Child of Man! Would you care to accompany me for a walk today? We could go out to eat after as well.”

You motioned for the boxes in your hands, “I can’t. I have to get these boxes inside and unpack them. Thank you for the offer, though!” You said and began to walk inside the dorm.

Malleus was right behind as you were walking, “I can help you,” he offered but you brushed him off saying you got it. You closed the door and Malleus stood outside.

He left the dorm just as Silver and Sebek came by looking for him. Malleus went back to his dorm to sulk in his room. Did someone threaten you to not talk to him? Did he do something that made you mad?

The next few days came and went. Malleus missed your walks and dates. The talks you two would have. You were the love of his life. He felt empty without you.

And now, it was his birthday. He woke up, got dressed, and checked his phone. Malleus didn’t know how to use a phone, but he could at least do the basics, like enabling his text messages. When he turned the phone on, Malleus was half expecting no notifications, but he hoped there would be. Malleus practically leaped for joy when he said your name on his phone. He opened your text, a request to drop by Ramshackle later.

Time felt like it was going by slower than usual. Malleus was so happy when he opened the text, he was about to go to your dorm that instant, but he decided to wait as you asked him.

Malleus had an extra prep in his step as he walked up to the door and knocked on it. “Come in!” He heard your voice. Malleus opened the door and walked in.

He then almost tripped, not expecting the dorm to be completely dark. “Child of-“ “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!” He was interrupted by a bunch of cheers and the lights turning on.

You and some of his classmates were in the dorm with handheld confetti cannons. You immediately ran to Malleus and gave him a big hug. “Happy birthday, Tsunotarou!” You told your boyfriend happily as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you close.

Malleus didn’t want to let go of the hug. He’s missed you, and now that you’re in his arms, he wants to stay that way forever. “Was this all for me, my love?” He asked and looked around the decorated dorm. You nodded in response. “Do you like it?”

“I love it. Thank you so much child of man.” He answered your question as you smiled and gave him a quick kiss. “Now let's have some fun!” you told him as you pulled him towards the others.

[cvlutos]

"A Chair for You"

| 01.15.23 | 0.5 K | All Audiences |

Vil Schoenheit X GN!Reader X Rook Hunt

| Fluff | Implied Vil x Rook | Poly | Etc. | Proceed with Caution, Dearest. |

T.Manor.Notes: Literally broke my back writing this. Cause you deserve it. <3 @v-anrouge

The changing of seasons. So frequent, yet so unnoticed.

Cradling his delicate hands, slowly jogging across the campus grounds, he’ll be late. His bag tucked under his arm, and his scarf flutters in the wind. It’s unlike him to be in a hurry. To be late without proper notice. Yet he has no excuse, no proper one, then simply getting swept away in conversation. You had greeted him, asking how he slept and chatted away about what you had planned. You spoke leisurely, in no hurry to make it to class, with relaxed shoulders and a pleased, comfortable smile. He found himself enamored with how easygoing you made yourself within his presence.

A part of him liked it.

To be treated as if he was merely a friend to you. A friend. He exhales. He doesn’t regret sending the short amount of time, yet as the cold flush his cheeks red, as he slips into the school building, he’s sure to make you pay back in kind. He skips over steps gracefully, making sure no one was around before reaching the second floor. Slowing down upon seeing a familiar brown hat, with a large gleaming white feather.

“Good Morning Roi de Poison~” He can nearly roll his eyes, taking off his gloves as Rook opens the door, folding them and tucking the gloves in his bag, before removing his scarf and coat, which Rook takes eagerly, as they both move to the only open seats in the back. “I’m not late?” Vil’s eyes glance over the classroom, not spotting the teacher, which irks him a bit. He jogged for nothing.

“Did you forget we’re joining classes for the day~” There’s a slight edge to his voice, and Vil can’t help but hum in thought, slightly leaning back in his seat, still with perfect posture. His eyes scan across the room, before landing on Rook, who’s merely watching. His eyes half-lidded with his cheek in his palm, his lips pulled into a lazy smile. Vil raises a brow, to which causes the Huntsman to lean forward.

“Tu es juste magnifique~” Vil forces a neutral expression, muttering a soft ‘I know’ which only causes Rook to chuckle. Yet he doesn’t falter, grabbing the Housewarden’s hand, and placing a chaste kiss upon his knuckles, murmuring against his velvety skin.

“Tant que vous le savez, je suis heureux.” Vil opens his lips to speak, leaning closer to Rook before the sound of fresh voices broke whatever world they were in.

Grim, Ace, Deuce, and you…

Their eyes lock on you, watching you and the other students file into the classroom, taking different seats. You sit with your friends, yet you seem to search the classroom before spotting both Vil and Rook, waving at them with a smile. Lilac eyes widen for a split moment, dipping his chin to you in acknowledgment before Rook sends back a wave with a large smile, which doesn’t seem to satisfy the huntsman cause before Vil can even stop what’s happening, Rook is already halfway across the room. Scaring half the surrounding students of his sudden appearance.

He watches you talk with Rook. Whatever being said makes you laugh, and Vil can feel his lips quirk, almost as if he was there. His eyes drift over to the empty seat, one for him, one for rook, and one day—. He rises from his seat, faux annoyance on his face as he makes his way over to you and your group.

—A chair for you.

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[avionvadion]

Do you think it makes more sense for Vil to be a nickname? Because "Vil" means "vile" or "horrible" in Portuguese, and I never see Eric naming his son that. (My hc is that his actual name is "Violett" after the colour of his eyes. He goes by "Vil" to take back some power from being casted as a villain constantly.)

So, I know "Vil" was taken from "evil queen" but "Vil" is also a variation of "Ville" which is typically used for cities or towns. Granted, I'm pretty sure Pyroxene is supposed to be Germany, as the Fleur City is France, but... eh. I digress. "Schoenheit" also means "beauty". So his name would be "Beautiful Town" when put together. Considering he's a model/actor, I think it makes sense? Man be bringing beauty to his homeland, lol.

It would be super cute if his full name was Violet, though, and "Vil" is just an active choice he's made because of everyone type casting him.

[flowerofbenevolence]

Twisted Wonderland Genderbend Names

Riddle Rosehearts - Riddlie Rosehearts

Ace Trappola - Ashley Trappola

Deuce Spade - Denise Spade

Trey Clover - Tracy Clover

Cater Diamond - Catie Diamond

Leona Kingscholar - Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi - Regina Bucchi

Jack Howl - Jackie Howl

Azul Ashengrotto - Azura Ashengrotto

Jade Leech - Jade Leech

Floyd Leech - Fiona Leech

Kalim Al-Asim - Kali Al-Asim

Jamil Viper - Jamila Viper

Vil Schoenheit - Ville Schoenheit

Rook Hunt - Rachel Hunt

Epel Felmier - Estelle Felmier

Idia Shroud - Idia Shroud

Ortho Shroud - Ortha Shroud

Malleus Draconia - Mallory Draconia

Lilia Vanrouge - Lilia Vanrouge

Silver - Silvia

Sebek Zigvolt - Rebecca Zigvolt

Author's Note: Some of these names were taken or inspired by @thelamentknight

[bluesylveon2]

vil and prompt 33?

Hi! Sorry for the long wait. It's probably not my best work but I tried. I hope that you enjoy the fic!

Prompt: 33.  you’re a nobody actor who comes in for a chemistry read for the part of my love interest but we end up arguing instead of reading [maybe I like that about you and demand for you to be hired or maybe I’m annoyed that you spoke to me like that so I say that I don’t want to work with you and they hire you anyway]

Note: Modern au and enemies to friends (not lovers yet)

Word Count: 857

Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Vil is mean for 90% of this), and possibly inaccurate theater knowledge (I watched Tiktoks on it)

"Rook, I have a dinner to attend in less than three hours. Where is this magnifique girl you keep talking about?

Rook sighed as he checked his phone for anything. I apologize, Roi du Poison, but she is on her way. I promise you, she is definitely the one for this role."

Vil rolled his eyes as he touched up his lipstick. "Her talent better make up for her lack of time management."

BANG

The door swung open, revealing a disheveled girl wearing the most atrocious color combination Vil had ever seen, trying to catch her breath. Vil sneered while eyeing her messy appearance. This was so the so-called upcoming star Rook kept babbling about? The one who supposedly matched him? Vil could not hide his disapproved stare as Rook approached the newcomer with a hug. 

"Ah, welcome, Madame Trickster! I'm happy that you made it safely."

The woman smiled and hugged Rook back. "It's good to see you." Her eyes looked over Rook's shoulder and landed on Vil's. "Oh my gosh! You're Vil Schoenheit!" She released Rook and ran up to Vil, who now had a neutral expression, and raised a hand to him. "I'm Yuu. I'm such a big fan of your work! It has inspired me so much to start acting!" She smiled, and Vil saw a golden aura coming off her. 

Vil stared at Yuu's hand before reluctantly shaking it. "Yeah, it's nice to meet you." He turned to the beaming Rook with a haughty look. "Tell me exactly how you know this potato?"

Yuu's mouth opened in shock. The aura broke like glass, and she felt a vein popping on her forehead, "Potato?! I have a name!"

"I watched one of her performances as a minor character in a short film. Her acting was magnifique! A 10/10 performance!"

"I see. Well, I hope your acting is better than your fashion sense. That needs some work." Vil muttered to himself, but it did not go unnoticed.

"What did you say?" Yuu gritted while marching up to Vil.

Vil crossed his arms. "I commented on your looks, Potato. That's all."

Yuu saw red. "THAT'S ALL? THAT IS NOT ALL OF IT, MISTER! I have seen how you looked at me since I entered, and I don't like your attitude towards me."

Vil scoffed. "Your inelegance will not be enough to stand next to me. It would help if you worked on it more to do that, or else you will look like a speck of dirt on my shiny crown. In fact, if you want my approval, then prove to me your worth."

Yuu felt a fire growing inside of her. She stared at him like he was crazy. "I do not need your approval for anything! I KNOW I am worthy enough to even be in the same room as you because SOMEONE-" Yuu pointed at Rook for emphasis, "-saw my worth, unlike you. I can't believe I actually looked up to you when you are nothing but a spoiled, bitchy, prick!" She pointed the finger at his chest during the last part. 

Vil narrowed his eyes while staring at the fire in Yuu's. "What did you say, potato?"

"I said. Fuck. You." Yuu immediately walked off, causing Rook and Vil to stare at her in shock. 

"Where are you going?" Vill called out as Yuu opened the door.

"Anyware away from you." With a final middle finger in Vil's direction, Yuu was gone. 

Violet eyes stared at where Yuu once was in silence. Vil felt the weight of his words crash on his shoulders after she left. He was used to people fawning over him, giving him gifts, or singing his praises. He had never met someone who talked back at him like that or called him names. Each word felt like a stab to his chest like he was the fair princess who got stabbed by the huntsman. 

"Maybe I was too harsh on her…." Vil whispered to himself, a guilty look on his face.

"Did you say something, Roi du Poison?"

Vil sighed, "No, I was just talking to myself. I will go to my dressing room and sit down for a moment."

---

A week later

Ring Ring

"Call from Rook Hunt."

"Answer it, Mira, and put it on speaker," Vil said while applying the nail polish coat. "This is Vil."

"Ah Roi du Poison! I wanted to share with you some good news!"

"What is it?"

Vil could practically hear the excitement coming from Rook's end. "I finally cast your love interest!"

This piqued Vil's interest, "Who did you choose?"

"Madame Trickster!"

If Vil was drinking something, then he would have choked right now. "YUU?"

"Oui! The chemistry was right there! Perfect for my movie! The banter, the passion, the love! It was all there!"

Vil's eyes went wide like saucers. "What?! Are you sure?"

Rook nodded, and his grin only grew brighter, "Oui! Oui! It was perfect! Just as I envisioned! It is perfect for enemies to lovers!"

Vil sighed as he set the brush down. "Rook, I need to ask you something."

“Oui. What is it?”

“Give me Yuu’s number. I need to apologize to her.”

Disclaimer: I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.

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