#vill schoenheit x reader

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—"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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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 go��ter...' 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.

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

Vil, shouting from afar : THEN CLOSE IT.

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"Is this a dream?"

Vil catching feelings for gn!reader?!?! Fluff

It has been a while since Vil felt this way.

His heart would race whenever you smile at him, cheeks clearly red as he watches you walk away.

The famous star, Vil Schoenheit, was in love.

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At first, he shrugged it off as nothing. His pride was too high to fall in love with a simple person like you, and he knows that; but the way you started clouding his mind 24/7, proved him wrong.

Rook took notice of his actions almost instantly, the way he would slip up and stutter whenever you're around and the way he would blankly stare at his paper from time to time.

"Roi du poison, are you feeling alright?" The blonde male scooted over next to his acquaintance, his sharp eyes scanning Vil up and down.

"You're in love arent you?"

Thats when Vil snapped out of his thoughts, jolting at Rook's sudden question. "Must you always make an assumption?" He replied whilst fixing the papers in front of him in attempt to "act cool."

"i know when someone is in love, Monsieur." Rook laughed out loud and then smiled at Vil, "You dont have to hide it." He continued, placing his head on top of his palm, staring quietly at Vil Schoenheit.

"Oh, what should I do? I cant believe that.. potato.. is making me fall for them." He confessed, clicking his tongue in annoyance, wondering how out of all the people in the world, YOU were able to steal his heart.

Do you have a grudge on him or something? Did you perhaps slip in a love potion in his drink?

These questions made Vil even more frustrated than before, face flushed as he angrily stared at his own reflection. "Oh Mon Dieu! You're gonna get wrinkles if you continue making that face." Rook exclaimed.

"Oh shut it, will you?" Vil clenched his teeth in frustration before relaxing his whole face, taking a deep breath in. "I advise you to confess to them, Roi Du poison. You have to let your feelings out."

Vil sighed at Rook's suggestion, closing his eyes softly before speaking, "You're right, I do need to let these feelings out, otherwise if i keep bottling it up, it might affect me."

After that conversation; Vil planned out his confession.

He doesnt really need to prepare, after all hes confident enough to voice his feelings out. Though, he does need to make certain preparations so that no one will bother you two.

It was hard to plan this at first considering the fact that Vil had many upcoming photoshoots, but he gladly cancelled them all just for you.

When the day finally came, he was a nervous wreck. He hasnt felt THIS nervous since he entered his first movie shoot.

He was praying to the Great Sevens that he wont mess up his words and slip up a few of this and that.

When you got out of your last class, Vil instantly pulled you aside, taking you to god knows where.

"Vil?! Where are you taking me?" You exclaimed in surprise, "We need to talk, thats all."

At first, those 6 words made your body pale, out of fear, but when you two finally arrived at the venue, it was beautiful. The sun was already setting and you could feel your heart race as Vil glanced at you with soft eyes.

"I love you." He suddenly blurted out, making you jump at his sudden words. "I love you I love you I love you. I dont know HOW you made me feel this way." He looked away for a second before looking at you once more, your body was frozen like a statue.

"I want to be your boyfriend. I want to be yours."

You could've sworn someone was filming you two. It felt like you were in the movies, after all, THE Vil Schoenheit is confessing his love for you.

You couldnt believe it, the whole scene felt like a fever dream. "Am i dreaming?" You accidentally blurted out, smacking your mouth shut and internally cursing yourself for asking such a thing.

"Should I kiss you then? Maybe that will wake you up"

"Wait Vi-" Your mouth was then sealed shut as his lips pressed unto yours. You couldve sworn you felt millions of butterflies swirling in your stomach, his kiss felt so surreal.

When he pulled away, you stared at him in shock, soft smile turning into a slight smirk as he looked deeply into your eyes,

"Do you still think this is a dream?"

"No.. not anymore." You felt your cheeks redden, heat spreading across your skin. "i love you too, Vil."

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This fanfic is a gift for lorie because they are writing me good trey fanfics 💔 love u lorie poo/p

anyway! I hope you guys enjoyed reading that. Sorry if Vil is alittle ooc, IM STILL NEW TO BOOK 5.

[otomes-world]

Annoying.

If he could describe all his feelings in one word, just one, it would be irritation. If we delve into the descriptions, then exasperation, in some a sense, resentment and a little bit, just a bit, despair. Feelings that make you want to climb the wall from helplessness.

Unacceptable.

Is it sound too proud? After all, that's exactly what it is. After all, Vil was one of the personalities with whom such behavior was not allowed. As well as his own frustration and loss of peace. A growing feeling of worthlessness every day, simply because some student decided that they had better things to do than pay attention to him.

Everyone's tastes are different. You can't please absolutely everyone, but Schoenheit has not yet met on his path those whom he could not charm. You who with very eyes, or rather their absence, could cause so many ugly feelings inside him.

Silly. Stupid.

He was a fool to let such a small thing unsettle him. The last idiot who stopped seeing beyond his nose. You, who made him experience all this, were no less guilty.

You had to be blamed for existence. For making him feel less than perfect. Farther than he usually was. For sleepless nights, for nerves stretched like strings, for all emotions. Emotions from which the young man almost tore his hair on his head.

Everything was your fault.

That's why he was going to make you taking responsibility. For your naivety. For your look full of hatred, as soon as he gave up about dark feelings. For the miserable state of both of you.

Even if you thought otherwise.

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"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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