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Dreams Adorned In Silk ~ VilxOC

Synopsis: After months of knowing her, Vil thinks it's time to finally time to express to Danica all that he feels for her. And what better way than under a dazzling, firelit sky?

A/N: Vil's new SSR has a death-grip upon my heart. 😭😍😭

Pairings: 👑/🦢

Word Count: 2315

Warnings: A lot of fluff with just the slightest hint of angst.

~~~

With the final descent of the sun, the evening began to take on a cooler temperature. A blessed relief from the scorching heat. They had arrived earlier that afternoon while the sun was still blazing high in the sky and while their silky attire offered stylish comfort, a break from the heat was not unwelcome. Now, nestled together in a private tent some distance down the river and away from the crowds, they prepared for a spectacular night they were sure to enjoy. And for Vil, the moment he’d been greatly anticipating, but simultaneously dreading, had finally come.

In the corner of the tent, sat his fair companion. He watched as she held out her hand, musing over the elegant jeweled bangle circling her wrist. The beginnings of a smile pulled at Vil’s lips, it was something he’d seen her admiring it in the marketplace earlier that day. She said nothing, not wanting to feel like she was imposing on him, but the wistful look in her eyes told him all that he needed to know. When they arrived at their tent a little while ago, the first thing Vil did was surprise Danica with a beautifully crafted gift box. Biting back a smirk at the small gasp and the way her eyes lit up at the sight of the bangle. 

“How did you know?” she had asked him. “I was looking at it, true, but…I don’t think…”

“Your lips might not have said you wanted this, but they didn’t have to.” A playful smile caused her cheeks to redden. “The look in your eyes was confirmation enough that you would appreciate if I gave this to you.”

“Ahh, oh Vil-san, thank you!”

The red tint upon her face darkened as she slipped the bangle on her arm. She turned it afew times with her other hand, watching as the gems sparkled, their light jumping from one facet to another. Though she did not realize it, her own eyes were sparkling as well.

“It’s so beautiful, thank you. Thank you!”

Seeing her joy caused a fluttering sensation in his chest. Secretly, it brought him joy as well, seeing her so happy. There were not many instances where Vil could see Danica smile. The last few months had been particularly difficult ones and loath he was to admit it, Vil had been the source of much of her despair. 

Things in their world were now beginning to calm down. The VDC had passed, their emotions reconciled and they managed to escape STYX. The Shroud brothers were dealt with and, best of all, Vil’s youthful beauty had been restored after his heroic dive into the underworld. Everything seemed to be returning to normal and today’s venture to Scalding Sands was a wonderful change to their usual routines. 

And for Vil, it was even more wonderful that despite all they had been through, Danica was still able to smile at him and enjoy his company just as much as he enjoyed her’s. How nice it was to finally have some time alone with her, without the pressures of school or the expectations of the world breathing down their necks. At that moment, he wasn’t Vil Scheonheit, the international mega celebrity and dorm leader of Pomefiore. He was simply Vil enjoying a vacation with the one he cared about above all others. 

“I’ve had so much fun today,” said Danica. “I’m so excited for the fireworks, it will be the perfect ending to a perfect day!”

“I’m glad to hear that, Little Potato,” Vil smiled. “I take it you’re no longer feeling sad?”

“Sad? Why ever would I feel sad for?”

“Well I know a few of your friends were also here today,” he thoughtfully tilted his head. “Iman, Vidaria, Kalim and Cater. Even Trey and Yuulan are here as well. I saw some of the pictures Cater uploaded to Magicam.” 

“Yes, I saw the pictures too,” Danica lowered her gaze, which momentarily gave Vil reason for concern. But she ended up smiling. “But I wasn’t sad, I’m…much happier that I got to spend the day with you, Vil-san.”

“Really?” This genuinely surprised Vil, though it also secretly tickled him. “You’re glad you spent the day with me, as opposed to your friends?”

“What? Does that sound very strange?”

“No, no. I don’t mean it that way, it’s just that…well…I figured…”

His voice trailed off, surprisingly at a loss for words. Danica smiled and went on to explain how she could hang out with her friends anytime while they were at school. However with Vil, though they were in the same dorm, their obligations often kept them from spending time together. Especially considering that Vil was a dorm leader and soon to begin preparing for his senior internship. Once the new school year began, they were likely not to see much of each other at all. 

“I could always call up Kalim or Cater and arrange a meetup if I wanted to,” she said. “But I value the time I can have with you because…well…” A light red tint returned to her cheeks. “Because it’s so rare that we can be alone, I value this time with you all the more.”

“Danica…”

Vil’s heart began to flutter once more. Over the months, Danica had gradually become more assertive in speaking her mind. She still had her timid moments, but she was finding her voice and her thoughtful astuteness was something that he always found intriguing. But for her to voice how much she valued their time together, well, it was enough for Vil to start feeling rather bold. 

He couldn’t deny the close bond they had forged. A most unlikely friendship that Vil never could have anticipated. When he thought how this was the same shy and soft-spoken spudling he was introduced to at the start of the school year, it made him chuckle. What initially began as a curiosity on his part soon blossomed into a genuine respect, eventually giving way to awe and now, something even deeper. 

As time passed, he found he could not deny these feelings developing within him. Nor could he deny the immense comfort Danica had provided him during the more recent times of difficulty. When he overblotted, she did not judge him. When his appearance drastically changed after his underworld dive, not once did she flinch. Instead, in both situations, her unwavering support had been his anchor.

Vil was grateful for her growth, her strength, and her newfound confidence. He had come to appreciate her not just as a friend but as someone truly special.

Still, a nagging thought continued to gnaw at him. In his pursuit of beauty, he had been quite ruthless with her at times. His harshness often overwhelmed her, sometimes reducing her to tears. The pressure he placed upon her was insurmountable and he cringed inside thinking of the pain he caused as they were preparing for the VDC. All of this weighed as heavily on his heart as his feelings for her. Could she really accept him after enduring such pain?

Her words were the exact answer he needed. And as the evening became cooler and Danica slowly moved closer to him, Vil found he could not deny his feelings any longer. In his mind, he rehearsed his words, reminding himself that as a professional actor, this shouldn’t be such a difficult thing to do. How many times has he said these words before be it on stage or film? A dozen times at least? This is what his mind told him but in his heart, he knew this would be far from easy, and unlike any other performance he gave, this was real. 

Danica was now sitting very close to him, close enough for her to take in the elegant scent of his perfume. It was woody and slightly spicy, but also sweet, perfect for their surroundings and suited Vil very well. She glanced up at him, his brows furrowed and deep in thought, and couldn't help but stare for a few moments. Not too long ago, just to be in the same room as Vil seemed to her like the most harrowing experience in the world. And to look at him was tantamount to looking into the eyes of a god. Time had calmed her anxiety around him and while their closeness still felt unnerving at times, it also made her heart feel strangely warm. As she thought about this, she began turning back around and was surprised by a gentle hand running down her cheek. Vil pulled a lock of hair away from her face, catching her attention. 

“Danica, there’s been something I’ve wanted to say to you for a long time.” 

“Hmm? What is it, Vil-san?”

“I…well…” he took a deep breath. “First off, I would like to apologize. The first time I attempted to convey this, I did so in an extremely undignified manner.”

“What do you mean?”

“I was extremely selfish and cruel then. But please know, even though I did a very poor job at expressing my feelings, they haven't changed,” Vil smiled a little. “And when I say that I am the only one who sees you for the jewel that you are, I mean that.Truly.”

These words made Danica blush, though they also perplexed her. She couldn’t yet understand what Vil was trying to say but she did notice how he was looking at her. His usual intense gaze was softer and more tender. With his tone lacking its usual authoritative manner. Once again, she asked what he meant by this. But just as he worked up the courage to continue, they were both startled by a loud, booming sound filling the air. Fireworks erupted in a brilliant display.

Like a garden of flowers blooming in the sky, the night was illuminated with glowing color and dazzling light. Danica even reached out to the sky, she’d never seen such large fireworks before and felt they were close enough to touch. In the distance an enchanting, infectious music began to play, filling the air and loud enough for them to hear. Both of them were enraptured by the gorgeous display and Vil momentarily forgot his words, smiling at Danica.

“Would you like to dance with me, Little Potato?” he asked. “You know, it’s a Scalding Sands’ tradition to dance under the fireworks. Kalim told me.”

A bright red tint returned to Danica’s cheeks. “Was that…what you wanted to ask me, Vil-san?”

Of course it wasn’t, but he looked at her teasingly. “Do you want to dance with me or not?”

She eagerly agreed, allowing him to take her hand and pull her to her feet. Under the firelit sky, he guided her through an array of fun and graceful movements that perfectly matched the music. The colorful silks of their attire swirled elegantly with them as they danced, adding themselves to the gorgeous display up above. Vil was a beautiful dancer and the perfect partner, Danica already knew that firsthand. The way he danced with her always left her breathless; every turn, every sway, was captivating. The way he never took his eyes off of her, caused her heart to race with the rhythm of the music. 

However, what touched Danica the most, at that moment, was seeing Vil laugh and smile with such natural joy. It was rare to see him smile, even at her. He often kept a stolid expression when he wasn’t glaring with disappointment or smirking with amusement. But a true smile from Vil was almost as rare as him going a day without once having to scold Epel. But because she didn’t often see him smile, when he did, it was all the more special. A beautiful treasure that she held dear to her heart.

It was also quite infectious and Danica found herself smiling with him, sharing in this joy. So deep was this joy that what happened next was as natural as it was spontaneous. Vil stopped spinning her and for a moment, they continued gazing up at the colorful sky before he lifted her chin to face him. He gazed at her thoughtfully and without a word, gently pressed his lips to hers. He half expected her to be shocked or even to pull away, but to his surprise, she didn’t. There was no resistance and Danica slowly wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing him back.

Under the firelit sky, the fireworks weren’t the only thing booming. Though Vil hadn’t yet voiced his feelings, at that moment, he didn’t have to. Their closeness, this kiss, spoke louder than any words he could say. And her response said it all, his love was reciprocated. 

~~~

Vil slowly stirred awake, tears dampening his cheeks even before he opened his eyes. His heart ached with the bittersweet residue of the dream that had felt so vivid, so real. He knew what he would find before his eyes opened to confirm it. The empty space beside him in his bed told him that it had indeed all been a dream. A beautiful, silk-adorned dream, and now reality was crashing down upon him.

Cursing his own mind for playing such a cruel trick on him, Vil couldn't help but wonder why he would dream of something so poignant in the first place. That’s when his gaze shifted to the dress form in the corner of his room, adorned with the silky outfit Trey had gifted him, a plethora of vibrant colors and glittery fireworks printed upon the fabric. At the time, gratitude welled up within him for the thoughtful gift, but now it was overshadowed by sadness and regret. How he would have loved to attend and see the fireworks for himself, dancing in the gorgeous silk outfit with Danica by his side. It could have been a perfect date, and the perfect moment to finally express his feelings to her.

As he showered and dressed in his school uniform, Vil continued to contemplate this. He had fallen in love with her, that much was certain. And considering all they had gone through, he was almost certain that she was in love with him as well. Unfortunately, they hadn’t had much opportunity to really discuss their relationship since their return from STYX. The emotions from that harrowing experience were still quite high even a month later, to say nothing of his guilt at how badly he’d treated her before. 

He was just about ready to leave for the day, classes would start soon and he had to shift his focus. Vil gleaned out the window of his room, it was a lovely day at least, warm and sunny without a single cloud in the blue sky. His window also overlooked the Pomefiore courtyard and when he glanced down, there she was. Danica sat under one of the apple trees, chatting and laughing with Yuulan, Grim sitting in the latter’s lap. Her laughter was like music to his ears, and it ignited a spark of determination within him. 

The time for hesitance had long passed. It was time to seize the moment.

With his phone in hand, Vil quickly wrote up a text to Danica and watched as she received it and checked her phone. The message was simple: a request for her to meet him in the lounge later that evening for a monthly evaluation, something he gave to all freshmen. In truth, the evaluation was merely a pretense for something just as important, but even more special. 

[jasmariswonderland]

Harmony In The Dark ~ VilxOC

Synopsis: It's Vil's birthday and Pomefiore's resident songbird has prepared a very special gift for him. Something that speaks to all that she holds in her heart for him and has the potential to change the nature of their relationship forever.

A/N: This is intended to be the FINAL chapter of my VilDani anthology even though I'm still writing it. Hence there will be a VERY minor spoiler for how the plot will unfold. I intended to have this ready for Vil's birthday but here it is for Dani's instead. 💙

Anyone familiar with my twst-oc verse is probably already aware of this but Curse of the Winter Rose is supposed to be an in-universe version of Beauty and the Beast. And the song I imagine Danica singing is How Does a Moment Last Forever from the live action film.

Pairings: 👑/🦢

Word Count: 6250

Warnings: Lots of fluff that may or may not be cringe. I literally thought up this idea less than 2 days ago and it wouldn't leave my head until I wrote it. 😅

~~~

A small silk drawstring bag sat in his bed, its delicate gold hand embroidery shimmering in the morning light. Vil had just returned from his morning jog, the hour was still quite early but he was never one to forgo daily routine, even on a special day like this. As he entered the lounge he found the intricate little bag lying on his sacred jeweled throne, with the card attached addressed to him. With just a glance at the handwriting, he could already tell who it was from without having to read it. 

A gentle warmth stirred in his chest but he opted to wait until he was back in his room to open it. It was a birthday gift no doubt, and such a peculiar way to give it, he thought. But then again, it was just that peculiarity that made Danica so charming to him. And it was a comforting thought to know that after a week of not seeing each other, he was still very much in her thoughts. 

But what was more peculiar still was what he found inside when he emptied the bag’s contents into his hand. He inserted a small blue flash drive into his computer with equal parts curiosity and anticipation. There was only a single file on it, titled: “For Vil - 4/9”

“Happy Birthday, Vil-san,” a video recording of Danica’s smiling face appeared when he clicked on the file. Eliciting a fluttering in his heart that he found somewhat embarrassing. But he didn’t mind. “I must admit, I was a little conflicted about what gift would be best for you. I’m certain, being a celebrity and all, you have everything you could want or could acquire it with ease.”

Silly little potato, nothing could be further from the truth. 

This amused him, though he shook his head. There were quite many things that Vil wanted but did not have. Unfortunately, most of them couldn’t be given. He harbored many desires that lay beyond his grasp, the greatest of which he was staring right at. So engrossed was he in his pensive thoughts that he almost missed what she said next. 

“Still, I wanted to do something special for you that I thought you might enjoy.” 

She stood up, showing off the gorgeous details of the gown she was wearing. It was a soft sky blue with an elegant golden brocade. Her hair decorated with red roses. A very exquisite look, Vil thought, though strangely familiar. Behind her, Farron sat poised at a piano, giving a subtle little wave to the camera. 

“I remember talking about old films a while back, and you told me how much you loved Curse of the Winter Rose.” Danica’s smile widened. “Well, with Farron’s help, I practiced very hard on this. I hope you’ll enjoy my version of the film’s love theme.” 

Farron’s fingers danced along the keys on cue, playing the first notes. Danica closed her eyes, drawing a deep breath in as she began to sing. The mixture of the nostalgic notes and Danica’s heavenly voice immediately struck a chord in Vil’s soul. It was true, Curse of the Winter Rose was a film that held a special place in his heart. A romantic fairy tale steeped in the legends of Shaftlands depicting the transformative power of love. Vil found himself drawn to the story not only because his father played the lead role but also for its enchanting narrative and underlying message of acceptance and redemption. 

It told the tale of a beastly prince who was turned human after learning to love and be loved in return. Vil couldn’t help but see parallels between himself and the prince, both longing to be recognized for their true selves beyond outward appearance. Usually, Vil prided himself on his pragmatism, dismissing the allure of fairy tales as fanciful delusions. His core belief was that success came only through hard work and not wishful thinking. Yet paradoxically, it was that very pragmatic outlook that drew him to the film. While the story was set against a backdrop of magic and romance, the prince’s journey was not one of passive enchantment but of active self-improvement. It was a narrative that resonated with Vil’s belief in the power of self-determination. 

And in the prince’s happy ending, Vil found validation of his convictions, that true fulfillment could only be found through perseverance and effort. In a sense, it was a fairy tale Vil could easily relate to and a connection that deepened his appreciation for Danica’s thoughtful gesture. Still, their discussion about the film had been some months ago, back in November, but it was now April. That Danica remembered this little detail about him spoke volumes of her consideration for his interests. In her heartfelt performance, Vil could feel the depth of her affection. An affection he understood now, more than ever, he had taken for granted. 

A week had slipped by since Vil resolved to confront his feelings for her, yet he found himself just as apprehensive as when he first began. The truth in his heart was undeniable, but so was his fear of shattering the fragile balance of harmony between them. He cursed his hesitance yet his fear of the potential consequences of bearing his soul to her was very real. Self-reproach gnawed at him as he reflected on the passing days, every missed opportunity, and the conflicting counsel of those closest to him did little to help his uncertainty. 

While Yuulan urged Vil to have the courage to seize this chance of happiness, Rook cautioned against risking further pain to Danica by opening old wounds. Both perspectives held equal merit to his mind. Leaving him torn between his desire for her love, his concern for causing her harm, and his fear of her rejection. But as he gazed upon her gift to him, a sudden surge of clarity washed over him. The video ended with Danica smiling at the camera and again wishing him a happy birthday. Such a simple gesture, yet months ago, she would have panicked at the idea of singing solo for anyone, let alone him. It was a testament to her growth, a gift more precious than any material offering, and a depth of feeling that, truthfully, Vil always knew was there. 

Today was the day. The moment was now, while the hour was still early. If Vil found Danica’s gift for him in the lounge, it stood to reason that she was awake and still in the dorm since classes wouldn’t start for another ninety minutes. The atmosphere was sure to soon become livelier with birthday celebrations for him. So, while the dorm still lay quiet and undisturbed, he would find her and finally bear his heart to her. Regardless of his fears, he owed Danica the truth, and the chance to decide for herself whether she could reciprocate his feelings. So be it.

~~~

The gentle knock at the door echoed throughout the quiet hallway, met only by silence. After a few minutes, Vil tried again, once more going unanswered. He thought he heard some movement in Danica’s room, but it could very well have been wishful thinking on his part. It seemed that way when no one came to the door. Another knock, this one firmer than before, again received no answer.

“Danica, Little Potato, are you there?”

Still nothing. It was possible that she could have gone to campus early, maybe even stopped by Scarabia to visit Taima or Kalim. Even so, anxiety began to bubble again under Vil’s calm exterior. If this was going to happen, it had to happen soon before he himself had to prepare for the eventful day ahead. He looked down at his phone, scrolling past the array of birthday wishes and magicam comments already flooding his inbox, and went to Danica’s number. Heart pounding as he began to write out a message to her. 

“Bonjour, Roi du Poison! Bon anniversaire!”

Vil subtly clutched his phone with irritation at the familiar, jovial sound of Rook’s voice. He bit on his tongue, quickly fixing his face back to his regular stoic expression, stuffing his phone back into his pocket for good measure. 

“Good morning, Rook.” Despite his more tumultuous feelings, Vil managed to give a warm smile. It’s quite early to see you up and awake at this hour.”

“Ah, I could say the same about you, Vil,” Rook returned Vil’s smile with a knowing glint in his eyes. “What brings you to the freshman wing of the dorm so early?”

Vil’s lie was swift and effortless. “I was looking for Epel, I wanted to ask him something.”

“Oh?” Rook arched an eyebrow, his keen gaze assessing Vil with playful scrutiny. “Well, if that’s the case, I’m sure you’re aware that Epel’s room is further down the hall.” Slyly narrowing his eyes, he continued, “The room we are currently standing by belongs to…”

“Ah, yes! You’re right!” Caught off guard, Vil’s façade wavered for a moment before he quickly regained his composure. Silently, he cursed himself for the slip-up. “I must have gotten turned around.” 

“No worries, I’m glad I was able to find you, dear beautiful Vil!” Rook laughed off Vil’s embarrassment, clasping his hands together with joy. “I’ve been looking forward to celebrating your birthday all month. Your birthday fete is sure to be a dazzling occasion befitting your radiant grace!”

“Oh, Rook, ever the enthusiastic one,” Vil laughed softly. 

“Oui, today is a day of grand celebration for our dorm! And how my heart swells with anticipation at seeing you take to the skies for your birthday flight! Your gorgeous figure cut against the elegant night sky will undoubtedly be a feast for the eyes!” 

Vil listened to Rook’s musings, though couldn’t shake away the growing sense of unease gnawing at him. Where was Danica? Could she really have left for class already? Rook, sensing apprehension in his dorm leader, steered the conversation in a new direction. 

“Speaking of celebrations, would you like to see the gift I’ve prepared for you? I do believe you will appreciate it.” Rook’s tone was warm and ever-inviting. Vil looked at him curiously, but when he didn’t respond with words, he added, “If you’re looking for Epel, you’ll have to wait until later, I’m afraid. I saw both him and Danica leave for classes some time ago.”

His words had the desired effect and Vil nodded in agreement, albeit reluctantly. Though Vil sensed something amiss in Rook’s words, perhaps he was right. After all, Epel and Danica were in the same homeroom class, and it was always easier to acquiesce to Rook’s persistent nature than try to put him off further. And Vil had to admit a genuine interest in seeing what Rook had in store for him. He couldn’t deny that Rook never spared any effort in anything he did. That might be a welcome distraction to his current anxiety. Yet even as he and Rook walked way from the door further down the hall, Vil silently vowed to finally find the time to speak to Danica before the day was complete.

~~~

Scarabia Dorm - Taima's Room

A few hours later...

Iman knocked on Taima’s door but was greeted with what she thought was the sound of crying. She didn’t wait for a formal response and turned the knob and walked in. The scene she was confronted with was a somber one. Danica lay on Taima’s bed, trembling with her face pressed against a pillow as the latter tried to comfort her. Yuulan sat with Grim in her lap at the foot of the bed, tapping Danica’s leg to indicate they had company. 

“Dani, what’s going on?” Iman gazed at Danica with an uncharacteristic sense of sympathy washing over her. “Why are you crying?”

Danica’s response was drowned out by her sobs. Taima and Yuulan exchanged a knowing look before the latter decided to fill in the gaps, “It’s about her present for Vil, the one Farron and I helped her record. She…”

At the mention of Vil’s name, Danica’s sobs intensified, and she gripped the pillow, prompting Taima to stroke her back gently. Iman looked at them curiously. 

“What about her gift? Did he dislike it? Did he…”

“We don’t know,” said Taima. “Dani left it for Vil early this morning, but intrusive thoughts kicked in during the day and she got cold feet. She’s embarrassed now and is worried about how he’ll respond. So she’s been here ever since class ended and won’t go back to her dorm.”

“Despite the fact a big party is happening for Vil right now!” Grim grumbled, his tone laced with annoyance. “A big party with lots of food I could be scarfing down on!”

“Oh hush, you gluttonous cat!” Yuulan snapped, tugging at the scruff of Grim’s neck.

“I’m not a cat!” Grim batted her hand away with one of his paws. 

“Guys, focus!” Taima snapped as well. “That isn’t important right now. We need to…”

“I don’t know what came over me!” Danica finally spoke up, turning around on the bed but still with her hands covering her face. “It was so personal, and the lyrics are…a thousand times deeper than what I wrote for him in middle school!”

“But you sang it so beautifully. The dress Farron gave you for the video was very nice too,” Yuulan smiled. “And after everything you two have dealt with, it makes sense that…”

“No! No! No! It was a mistake! Just after everything that happened, I…I…I was feeling so bold!”

“BOLD?!” While Iman might have felt genuine sympathy for her, Danica’s statement furrowed her brows with disbelief. “After everything that’s happened, after you’ve all but confessed that you love him more than a few times to us! What’s so scary about finally sealing the deal?!”

“But I…I…”

“No buts! Just tell him the truth! You’re just hurting yourself for nothing! You don’t even know how he’ll respond he might actually…”

“That’s enough, Iman!”

Iman’s blunt words only heightened Danica’s distress, and Taima interceded before things could get worse. She gently stroked her friend’s head before shooting Iman an irritated look. 

“If you think being open about romantic feelings is easy, then why don’t you just tell Jamil how you feel about him, hmm?” Iman bristled at the suggestion but bit her tongue rather than saying something potentially even harsher. Taima smirked. “Yeah, that’s what I thought!” 

A hot red flush came to Iman’s cheeks, but her sympathy returned when she looked again at Danica’s tear-streaked face. She sighed; encouragement was still difficult for her, and she hesitated, not knowing what to say. 

“Danica, look,” she began, softer than before. “Vil isn’t the easiest person to please. But he’s also the kind of guy who would appreciate any gesture that speaks to his interests. And he already thinks well of you, so I’m sure he will be very touched.”

“She’s right, Dani,” Yuulan nodded in agreement. “I’ve lived at Pomefiore for the last month while my dorm is being repaired. And in that month, I’ve had a front seat to your dynamic with Vil—even more than when we were preparing for the VDC. It’s clear to anyone who sees you two that you love each other. You two are the only ones who still seem to be in the dark.” 

Danica listened to their words, her mind whirling with conflicting emotions. Despite their past disagreements, she couldn't deny Vil's support and guidance, which had helped her find newfound confidence. Yet, the thought of confronting her feelings head-on filled her with uncertainty. Taima pulled Danica into a comforting embrace, her voice gentle yet firm. 

“You’re braver than this, Danica,” she whispered. And you’re no longer invisible to him—you never were. So it’s time to stop acting like it.”

“Kalim and I were just on our way to Pomefiore for the party,” said Iman. “That’s why I came here. How about you guys come with us? I feel it might be easier for Dani if she had two of her fellow swans to support her.”

“I like that idea!” Grim suddenly jumped up. “Let’s go to the party so I can finally stuff my face with cake and other tasty things!” 

“Damnit Grim…” Yuulan didn’t even bother to reproach the creature and only rolled her eyes. 

“I…I want to go,” Danica admitted, her voice wavering. “I’m…just unsure. I’m still not sure if I’m ready.”

“Then how about this: Yuulan and Grim will go ahead to the party with Iman and Kalim.”

At this, Taima looked up at Iman and Yuulan, giving them a look they both understood well. They nodded silently, understanding what they were expected to do. And when they closed the door behind them, Taima gave her friend’s hand another reassuring squeeze. 

“It’s okay if you aren’t ready yet, I’ll stay with you until you are.”

~~~

It was a lively affair, though still elegant and refined, well suited for Vil’s taste. He sat at the center of his birthday celebration, basking in the attention of well-wishers and admirers. Everyone offering gifts, expressions of congratulations, and countless compliments of how gorgeous he looked in his formal mage’s robes. Vil accepted all of this with trademark grace, and his smile was one of genuine gratitude. He was usually one to prefer more quiet gatherings but he couldn’t deny that his dormmates had went well out of their way for him. With Rook in particular being especially ardent in his celebrations. 

He was happy and grateful; still every now and then, he glanced around the room at the many faces. Loath he was to admit it, a sense of disappointment was brewing in his chest as he found that one face in particular was missing from the festivities.

Surely Danica hadn’t forgotten his birthday. It was impossible after creating such a heartfelt presentation for him in his honor. And classes had now been over for a few hours. So where was she? Why wasn’t she present? Despite his attempts to dismiss his concern, Vil couldn’t shake the lingering worry that tugged at the corners of his mind. He masked his disappointment by feigning nonchalance as he engaged with his guests. But deep down, her absence left a void in the celebration that dulled the sparkle of the occasion. Soon the party would conclude with his traditional birthday flight and with each passing moment, his unease only increased. 

“You seem troubled, Vil-san,” Farron approached his dorm leader with a glass of punch that he had requested. “Is everything alright?”

Vil took the glass with a feigned smile. “Of course, Farron. Things couldn’t be better.”

But Farron wasn’t convinced and could easily guess what was bothering him, and truthfully, it worried him as well. He saw Vil’s glance wander around the room before landing on the door. Both silently hoped that Danica would walk in at any moment, but still, nothing. Vil took a sip of his punch and closed his eyes in thought. 

“Vil-san…”

“Everything is fine. I’m just enjoying the festivities.”

Before Farron could say anything further, a knock interrupted their conversation. Vil’s heart fluttered with anticipation, surely the moment he had been waiting for had finally come. However, his hopes were dashed when he saw Yuulan, Grim, Iman, and Kalim instead. Still, he greeted them warmly. 

“Hey there, birthday boy!” Kalim offered him a cheerful smile.

“Another year older and another year more radiant!” added Iman.

“I hope you’re having a wonderful day, Vil-san,” said Yuulan. Adding, “You look incredible. That outfit is so gorgeous.”

Vil quickly swallowed his disappointment and smiled at Yuulan.He gave a graceful little turn, striking a pose and prompting her to pull out her ghost camera. 

“Thank you, Spudling. This mage’s robe is even more formal than our ceremonial robes. It’s only worn during the most auspicious occasions at NRC, and I’ll only wear it once more when I graduate next year.”

“Really? I didn’t know any of that! Well, I must say, it suits you very well!” she took Vil’s photo, grinning slyly. “And I’m sure Danica will think so too when she sees you!” 

A glimmer of hope suddenly went off in Vil’s heart. Just what Yuulan had intended with her words. 

“Oh? Does that mean she’s soon on her way?” Vil tried to maintain a nonchalant tone, but his eagerness was palpable.  “I mean… I would hate for her to miss out on her chance to pay tribute to her dorm leader on his birthday.”

But before Yuulan could respond, Grim caught sight of the refreshment table and made a quick beeline for it. She cursed the creature under her breath and excused herself to go retrieve him. Vil’s annoyance surfaced briefly, but Iman assured him that Danica would arrive soon.

“She’s back at my dorm, Taima is helping her get ready,” she said. “Naturally, she wanted to be sure to look her best for you, so just be patient a little longer.” 

Iman’s words once again reassured Vil and as he watched as she excused herself to talk with Farron, he decided that there was no use in worrying. It was time to fully immerse himself in the festivities everyone in his dorm worked so hard to arrange. After all, further stress would only mar his looks and there was no use in stressing something that wasn’t even in his control. 

This is what he told himself and objectively, it made sense. Unfortunately, as Vil was slowly learning, what was objective in his mind and what he felt in his heart were not always in alignment. He looked over at the door one last time and in a moment of impulse, thought about searching for her himself. But he knew he couldn’t, his birthday interview would be starting soon and to abandon his own birthday party would be the height of rudeness. 

At this point, all Vil could do was continue to wait and hope beyond hope that the one thing he wished for his birthday would finally be granted.

~~~

Danica and Taima stood outside the Hall of Mirrors, the latter offering her some final words of encouragement before they made their way to Pomefiore. She felt as though she’d soon be sick, but she ignored this. It was time to finally confront her feelings. To face the truth she had been avoiding for too long.

And that truth was that she loved Vil with all her heart. She created her gift not only because the song was from one of his favorite films but also because the lyrics spoke clearly to all that she felt. Her love was one of strength even when things appeared bleak. Resilience even when all hope appeared lost. And care in the most vulnerable of moments. It didn’t matter what anyone said; if the world wrongfully viewed him as a villain, Danica knew better. Behind his harsh exterior, Vil was a kind, gentle, caring, and captivating human being. Whatever his faults, whatever his fragilities, she wanted to love them all. And it was her deepest hope that in spite of all that had transpired between them, he would understand.

“Are you ready?” Taima asked.

Danica took a deep breath and nodded. “Yes, let’s go.”

As they entered the Pomefiore gateway, a sudden flash of light drew their attention, indicating someone was leaving the dorm. They were briefly blinded by the brightness but when it faded, they found Farron standing beside them. 

 “Farron!” Danica exclaimed, surprised by his sudden appearance. “What are you doing here?”

He explained that he had come at Iman’s request, concerned about Danica’s absence from Vil’s party, which was drawing to a close. The celebrations would conclude soon with Vil’s special birthday flight. Danica’s heart sank as she realized she had missed out. As well as guilt for keeping Vil waiting for most of the day. Farron sighed. 

“It’s a pity you couldn’t be at the party, Cygnet. And it’s even more a pity you cannot see how much you and Vil are truly alike.”

“Hmm? What do you mean by that?”

In response, Farron brought up her and Vil’s first meeting on orientation night, so many months ago. Though Danica looked back on that night with profound embarrassment, Farron reminded her of Vil’s promise to her that night: that she while in Pomefiore, she would learn to carry herself with confidence. 

“Vil is never one to waste his time on someone or something he sees no value in. But he is happy with how you have blossomed and has come to not only value your growth but cherish it. So why do you still waver, my dear? And besides,” with a playful wink, “How do you know Vil hasn’t been agonizing over his own feelings for you as well?”

“What?!” Danica jumped, blushing intensely. “You don’t think that…that maybe…”

“Come with me, and you can find out for yourself.” 

Farron took her hand and led her down the hallway with Taima following close behind them. When Danica asked why they were not returning to Pomefiore, Farron smiled again. Telling her she would understand why soon enough. 

~~~

As Farron led Danica and Taima outside, they were met with a breathtaking sight. The night air was crisp, with a waning moon casting its gentle glow on the sky. Stars twinkled like diamonds strewn across velvet, creating the perfect atmosphere for flying. There was a clear sense of excitement flowing through the air, and it helped erase the final bits of lingering anxiety in Danica’s heart. 

They hurried down the main street of the campus, leading to a crowd gathered around around a striking figure that stood out among them. Illuminated by the moonlight, Vil glowed with the air of one well aware of their radiance, his face giving no indication of his anxiety within. In his arms, he held his special floral broom crafted especially for today, adorned with vibrant flowers of red, pink and purple. A vision of perfection. Danica’s heart skipped a beat as she laid eyes on him, her breath catching in her throat. 

With a determined exhale, she pushed through the crowd with her friends following her, waving her arms to catch Vil’s attention. Her eyes not leaving him for even a moment. There were far more students gathered for this occasion than she thought but she continued pushing forward. He hadn’t caught sight of her yet but it was now or never. 

 You’re no longer invisible to him—you never were. So it’s time to stop acting like it.

Meanwhile, Vil forced his thoughts to focus on the flight ahead, giving a spectacular show for those watching him. He summoned a circle of magic to lift himself and his broom into the air, wind gracefully billowing the heavy fabric of his robes around him. Excitement from the other students increased and he heard many audible gasps and squeals as his broom began to levitate. And among the enthusiasm, a familiar, melodic voice cut through the crowd and briefly stopped his heart. 

“Vil-san!”

He turned around and finally, after waiting for this moment the entire day, his and Danica’s eyes met. Her eyes filled with joy as they shared a secret smile of understanding. Despite her absence from his party, seeing her now filled him with a sense of anticipation. Now, he would capture her heart with his enchanting flight. 

With a graceful flourish, Vil soared into the night sky, his broom trailing behind him like a cascade of blossoms. The crowd watched in awe, but none more so than Danica. It was as though the night sky, beautiful in its own right, had become just another stage for Vil to captivate those watching him. Commanding the sky with effortless grace. From his broom, glowing petals danced through the air, landing softly to the ground. Danica even caught one in the palm of her hand, but she never took her eyes off of Vil. 

“Your eyes are sparkling, Cygnet.”

“Isn’t this amazing, Dani? Aren’t you glad you didn’t miss it?”

Farron noticed Danica’s enraptured expression and teased her while Taima asked if she was glad she hadn’t missed the spectacle. Danica nodded fervently, her cheeks flushed with emotion. At that moment, she realized that in her heart, Vil was the most beautiful person she had ever known. 

~~~

As the last of the guests departed and the festivities wound down, Vil found himself finally alone with Danica in the lounge. Despite his initial worries, he had ended up enjoying his birthday celebration, and now, with Danica by his side, the evening felt complete.

She sat on one of the couches, looking up at him cheerfully and very much as she had in his beautiful silk-adorned dream. Sitting beside her, he felt a strange sense of relief washing over him. Somehow, Vil expected himself to feel far more nervous now that he was facing the supposed moment of truth. But instead, he felt calm, comforted even. Only Danica’s presence could do this to him. He could do this. 

“Your flight was incredible, Vil-san,” she smiled. “I’m so glad I didn’t miss it. Whether walking on the earth or soaring through the sky, you are always so magnificent.”

Her words warmed his heart and further set him at ease. He sat his broom to the side, but not before plucking a few of the roses and arranging them into a small bouquet. Danica watched him do this but still felt surprised as he handed them to her with a gentle smile. She blushed, lowering her gaze as she thanked him. 

“One should never avoid eye contact in a social setting,” he said, slipping his finger under her chin to return her gaze to his. “Do you recall? That was the first thing I ever said to you. So keep your eyes on me, I want to see how lovely they are.”

His tone was kind, too kind, and she bit her lip nervously as she maintained eye contact with her dorm leader. He nodded with approval. 

“That’s better, now, do you know what pink and red roses represent in the language of flowers?” Vil asked. When Danica shook her head, he smiled wider. “They represent gentleness, admiration, and above all, love.”

“Ohhhh,” her blush deepened but she thanked him wholeheartedly again. “If that’s the case, then I will treasure these flowers all the more. Because they represent all that I feel for you, Vil-san.”

The words came out of her mouth so naturally that she could hardly believe she was able to say them. But Danica could be very astute when she wanted to be. Vil felt a sudden surge of emotion at her words, but what she said next caused his disappointment to resurface. 

“I…hope you’ll forgive me for not being at your birthday party. I really wanted to be there, it’s just that…I…well…”

“Why weren’t you, Danica?” he asked. “I am not ashamed to admit that I was waiting for you, and more than a little disappointed when you never arrived.”

“Oh, Vil-san, I…I’m so sorry. Like I said, I wanted…”

“No, don’t apologize again,” his tone took on a slight sternness. “You’ve done that already. Just tell me why, Little Potato.”

“I…I…”

She hesitated, struggling to articulate her thoughts. With a deep breath, she gazed up at him, silently praying that he would finally understand.

“I was afraid, I…I didn’t know if you’d accept me expressing my feelings in such a…personal way. I didn’t think you would understand.”

“You’re correct on that matter; I didn’t understand.” Danica began to lower her head again before Vil continued, “I didn’t understand why you would be afraid.” He sighed. "I suppose that’s one thing I never understood about you, Danica. Why are you so unsure of yourself when everything about you, everything that you are, proves the complete opposite of whatever you feel about yourself?”

“I…I don’t know if I can really explain it, but I’ll try, Vil-san. If you’ll let me.”

Vil tilted his head with interest, quietly urging her to continue. She took another deep breath. 

“Performing alone and in front of you has always made me anxious. I know you know this already. I’ve always felt inadequate, but there was a larger reason that I’ve never told anyone. The truth is, my emotions have always run very deep, and I never can be sure if I’m expressing myself properly. I’m always afraid of being mocked or judged. But when I sing or dance, I know I can express everything in my heart that words can’t always do. I feel confident in this form of self-expression but…” 

Her cheeks burned a bright red, and she began to lower her gaze again. Vil gently slid his hand under her chin. Keeping her eyes on him, refusing to let her look away anymore.

“But?”

“When I’m around you, my feelings run particularly deep. And in the past, I was afraid of sharing those feelings with you. I admire and care about you; you’re always in my thoughts. And I…I…even if it was just performing, it’s always meant more for me.”

“Hmmm.”

Such honestly, such vulnerability, touched him deeply. Vil moved closed to Danica, hesitantly placing his arm around her. When she didn’t resist, he fully drew her into a tender embrace. All the while his heart raced with a realization almost too good to be true. Though he secretly always hoped for something like this, even as he planned for this moment, deep down, never did he allow himself to believe that this could happen. 

Still, before Vil could finally bring himself to say it, there was something he first had to know. 

“When you recorded my birthday present, what were you feeling then?”

“…I was happy at first, and I’m still happy with how it came out,” she replied, smiling a little. But I was also overwhelmed, knowing that…” 

Emotion suddenly choked at her voice, and she shut her eyes. Shaking her head furiously, she forced herself to continue before it overwhelmed her. 

“Knowing that you’d know how I feel about you, Vil-san. Everything we’ve gone through, and everything I feel…I…I…”

“Danica…” Vil felt her pulling away from him and realized that it was finally time. “Danica, what you feel, I…I also…”

“I definitely feel like I’m becoming more confident, but it’s still a struggle for me. But I know there’s no point in denying these feelings any longer.” She forced her gaze back to his. “I just hope that now, you’ll finally understand.”

The room went silent for a few moments after this and Vil contemplated what she had said. He remained still but inside, his heart swelled with emotion. That this sweet little potato, after enduring so much at his hands, could look at him not only with kindness but also with love was remarkable, to say the least. Finally, he let out a long sigh, but a smile spread across his face.

“Silly little potato, of course I understand,” he chuckled softly, cupping her face with great tenderness. “Because I feel the same way about you. I have for a very long time.”

“W…WHAT?” Danica’s eyes widened with a mixture of shock and, strangely enough, excitement. She could feel the burning of tears that she quickly blinked away. “Feel the same way, that means…Vil-san, you…”

He chuckled again, pressing her body to his so close that she could smell the fair scent of flowers on his clothing. In a soft whisper, he conveyed exactly what he wished he could a week ago, and even longer. All of his feelings finally set free. 

“I love you, Danica.”

Danica heard him, but somehow she didn’t fully comprehend until she felt his lips gently brush against her forehead. At this, a choked gasp escaped her lips followed by several tears flowing down her cheeks. But for once, they were tears of joy. She even found herself laughing through them, her disbelief evident. 

“I…I…is this real?” she asked hesitantly, causing him to laugh as well. 

“Ara, I’ve just confessed my love for you and that’s the first thing to leave your mouth? Not ‘I love you too’ or something along those lines?” He tutted. “That won’t do, Little Potato.”

“I…I just can’t believe it,” she wiped her face with her hands. “I mean, I’ve always hoped, I’ve dreamed about it, but…”

“Should I pinch you?” he teased. 

“No, no! It’s alright! No need for that!” 

Danica shook her head, still laughing as Vil took both of her hands. He guided her to her feet, enveloping her in another embrace. She melted into his arms, her disbelief finally giving way for acceptance. In that moment, all their doubts and anxieties melted away. And the shadows of past horrors appeared to finally be buried. Leaving, at long last, only their love for each other. 

Once again, Danica apologized for missing Vil’s party but he silenced her with a long and loving kiss. As different from their first kiss as night was different from day. He lifted her gaze to his, marveling at the remarkable girl before him. Savoring this moment with her for as long as he could. 

“There’s no need to apologize, Little Potato. Not anymore,” he said. “I forgive you, but you must promise to be present at my birthday next year.”

Danica smiled, her eyes shimmering with happiness. “Yes, Vil-san. I promise,” she said before leaning in for another kiss. “I promise, and I love you.”

[jasmariswonderland]

Stumbled Beginnings ~ VilxOC

Synopsis: As Vil surveys the new freshmen of his dorm, one, in particular, has piqued his curiosity.

A/N: This is chapter 2/14 of my VilDani anthology Fairest After All. Dreams Adorned in Silk was chapter 1. This has actually been up on my ao3 for a few months now but I recently got back to writing this after 3-month hiatus from writing and realized I never posted this here. In the future, most of the chapters will only be on ao3 but I may post some here.

Pairings: 👑/🦢

Word Count: 3315

~~~

Amidst the soft glow of candlelight and the gentle hum of conversation, Vil found his mind wandering to boredom. Somehow, even with already not-very-high expectations, he couldn’t believe how the night was progressing. If a strange fire-breathing monster crashing orientation wasn’t enough, he found himself far from impressed with the freshmen now under his guidance. Epel alone would demand an extensive amount of drilling and when Vil thought about all that would entail, it was enough to give him a headache. Throughout the reception, he and Rook took turns keeping their eye on him, frequently correcting his poor posture and even worse manners. He bit back a scoff, he and Rook would certainly have their work cut out for them this year. 

To say nothing of the other new students Epel arrived with. As Rook was occupied showing him which spoon to use next, Vil glanced down at the long table. Silently, he was taking mental notes of the freshmen, how they behaved, their level of poise, and most of all, what they should focus on improving on in the future. His critical gaze continued down the long table of students, before finally landing at the far end of it, where they lingered for more than a few minutes.

Up until this moment, Vil had taken very little notice of her. Just another unpolished spudling to his mind. She sat next to Farron and Vil recalled the appraisal he, Rook and Sidonie had given her as she approached the Dark Mirror and was sorted into their dorm. To say Vil was unimpressed would be an understatement as she kept her head down the entire time and so soft was her voice that he couldn’t even hear her name. He couldn’t fathom why his dorm mates would place such high praise on such a shy girl. One who seemed to shrink further into herself with every passing moment. 

He couldn’t fathom it, at least not at first. But looking at her now, Vil had to admit, she did have a certain timid grace that he couldn’t help but find intriguing. From where he sat, silently observing as she and Farron spoke, the latter working to bring her out of her shell, he saw much of what he initially saw in Epel. Her long dark locks were lustrous and well kept, quite lovely, he thought. And her bright blue eyes and clear porcelain complexion gave her a rather unique appearance that was certainly charming and pleasing to the eye. 

But that was were the similarities ended. Unlike Epel, she clearly understood the value of proper etiquette as her table manners were adequate to say the least. As was her posture. But it was the way she wore her ceremonial robes that truly caught Vil’s eye. So beautifully put together, her appearance bringing a striking contrast to the already dramatic style. All of it juxtaposed by her timidity. She’d have to work on that, of course, but everything else? If Vil didn’t know better, he would have called this feeling bewitching. 

“Roi du Poison? Is something the matter?” 

Even if he meant to be discreet, there was little Vil could hide from his vice dorm leader and Rook noticed at once how Vil was watching her. Stealing glances of her as opposed to giving Epel correction, which was Vil’s main focus for the last half hour. Though thoroughly frustrated with Epel’s complete lack of decorum, Vil insisted on continuing to focus on him. 

But Vil was also the kind of person not to waste a single word or action. If he found Epel not worth the effort, he wouldn’t bother with him at all. Now, gazing at this other freshman sitting across the table, it appeared Vil had a new source of focus. A poorly concealed smile began to pull at Rook’s lips as he leaned into Vil to whisper into his ear.

“Danica Ledelle, that is her name,” he went on. “Second daughter of the owner of Ledelle Cosmetics. Younger sister to the late renowned prima ballerina Fiona Ledelle. Lovely, is she not?”

“Hmmm.”

Vil didn’t question how was it that Rook could gather such information on a new student so quickly. It was one of his more useful quirks after all. However this did further pique Vil’s curiosity. With her elegant hair and delicate facial features, Danica certainly had the appearance of the daughter of a cosmetics company. And her manners perfectly befitted one from such an affluent background. But her timidity did not seem to match either and had Rook not told him this, he might not have guessed. 

Perpaps there was something more to this girl that Vil hadn’t initially noticed. Something subtle but with great potential. What more could she be hiding behind that fearful demeanor? The more he thought about this, the more he assessed her, the more Vil found he could not keep his curiosity unsatisfied any longer.

“Rook, keep an eye on this dirty unripe potato,” said Vil, referring to Epel.  “I will return momentarily.”

He pushed his chair from the table and rose to his feet, his eyes were directed to the end of the table. Rook watched as Vil walked over to where Farron and Danica were sitting, another smile escaped him. This was sure to be interesting. 

~~~

“F…Farron-san! Farron-san!” 

Danica’s voice was barely above a whisper, hoping not to catch anyone elses attention. Under the table, she tugged at Farron’s sleeve. Softly, but with a defined sense of urgency Farron noticed right away. He looked at her with concern, tilting his head as a way of asking what was the matter. 

“Vil-san, our dorm leader! He’s walking over to us and he was looking right at me!” 

“Oh? Well, that’s a good thing!” Farron gave her a kind smile. “You’ll have a chance to talk to him and introduce yourself.”

“Ta...talk to…ME?! But I couldn’t! I…I…”

Her eyes widened and suddenly a wave of anxiety seized her as she realized what was about to happen. She could hear his clicking heels and knew that Vil coming closer, her eyes briefly flickered up to see him approaching their direction. Her heart raced, there could be no doubt about it now, she was about to meet him. Vil Schoenheit, world-renowned actor and supermodel, someone whose talent and charm Danica had long admired. And he was her new dorm leader. 

The clicking of heels stopping prompted Farron to rise from his chair and help Danica out of hers. He could see how nervous Danica was and whispered in her ear. 

“Fear not, my dear, you will do just fine.” 

Introductions were made but for the most part, Danica kept her head lowered even as she felt the full weight of Vil’s eyes upon her. The one time she allowed her gaze to rise she immediately regretted it. He was stunning, even more so in real life. His complexion was flawless, almost blinding in its radiance. And his makeup was on point, as clear cut as a photograph brought to life, without a single hair out of place. Admiring his beauty in a magazine or seeing him on the silver screen paled in comparison to being in his presence. 

Vil was the embodiment of elegance and charisma, and so tall! Even with high heels, was he really so much taller than her? He practically towered over her and at that moment, Danica found herself wholly starstruck. She couldn’t do anything beyond keeping her gaze to the floor.

“Pl…pleased to make your acquaintance, Vil-senpai,” she mumbled. “I’m…very honored to…”

Vil’s response was swift and cutting. “One should never avoid eye contact in a social setting. It’s a sign of weakness.”

His tone was cold and the blood quickly drained from her face. She bit her lip. “I…I’m sorry…I…”

“Danica is a little shy,” Farron tried to speak up for her. “After all, this is her first night here.”

“Hmph, yes I can certainly see that.” Vil’s tone was less stern this time, but it was dripping with sarcasm. He leaned into her, noticing how her lips quivered. His eyes briefly flickered with amusement. “As timid as a frightened rabbit. Though I must admit, you wear your ceremonial robes beautifully.”

An embarrassed warmth rose in Danica’s chest, flushing her cheeks. She wasn’t quite sure if he was complimenting her or teasing her but at least it wasn’t an insult. She smiled and began to speak slightly louder. Thanking him and explaining how her robes once belonged to her father.

Unfortunately, her tone was still not to Vil’s liking and he interrupted her again. Scolding her again for the softness of her voice.

“If you’re going to speak, then speak up. I can barely hear you!”

“I’m sorry!” she stammered, taken aback by his sharpness. Her nervousness intensified with each passing moment. “I’m sorry, I said…”

But Vil wasn’t one to accept apologies easily. “I didn’t ask for an apology, I asked for you to speak up! It’s incredibly inpolite.”  

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“And needlessly apologizing is just as bad! Are you this way even with your family and friends?”

“I…I…” she struggled to find her voice and her eyes were beginning to burn. “I…I mean,,,”

“Come now, Vil-san.”

Farron could see this introduction quickly going south. Danica was already feeling incredibly anxious and he could see how Vil's harsh tone wasn’t helping matters. He saw how their dorm leader intimidated her and once again, tried to intervene.

“She’s not trying to be rude, she’s just a little overwhelmed. But that’s to be expected since…”

“These ceremonial robes belonged to my father,” Danica suddenly found her voice and finally spoke up. “He’s a Night Raven College alumni and allowed me to wear them for my own orientation tonight.”

Vil and Farron both glanced at her, supposed by her sudden assertiveness. Farron let out a small sigh of relief and another twinge of amusement came to Vil. He was beginning to wonder if she was even capable of speaking above a whisper and it was nice to know she was also capable of proper conversation. 

“That’s better,” he nodded with approval. “By wearing those robes, you carry your father’s legacy so you must carry it with pride.” He folded his arms. “Now tell me, Danica, how long do you plan to keep your head lowered like that?”

“Hmm?”

“When speaking to someone, you must always maintain eye contact, surely a girl of your background in aware of such.” He maintained a tone of annoyance, though the smallest hint of a smile came to his face. “You can start by addressing your dorm leader properly. Look at me, and greet me as you did at the beginning. I won’t leave this spot until you do.”

Danica hesitated, unsure if she was capable of such a thing. But something inside her told her that Vil was serious and to disobey him would be far from wise. With his sharp gaze still piercing into her, she took a deep breath and slowly lifted her head to meet his eyes. Immediately she was struck by their beautiful violet hue and she discreetly pinched herself to prevent her from lowering her head again. Gorgeous, she thought, even if they looked at her coldly. 

“Pleased to make your acquaintance, Vil-senpai. I am honored to be a part of this dorm.

What Vil felt as she finally brought herself to look at him, he couldn’t easily describe. Her nervousness was palpable, but behind her hesitant gaze, he could see something else. It was very subtle but there was very clear determination in her eyes. Vil could understand now, and couldn’t help but find her very captivating in that moment. 

Even if she was more timid than a field mouse, in time, Danica was sure to become more captivating still. Once she came out of her shell, but Vil would see to that. A challenge he was more than willing to take.

“Ah, so there is a voice there after all,” his smile became wider, causing her to blush. “And I see you are not without manners, which is good.”

“Thank you, Sir.” At last, it seemed she’d earned his approval, even if only for a moment.

“Now listen well. To be a Night Raven College student is a thing of pride, but to be a student of the Pomefiore dorm is a thing to be revered. Ours is the oldest dorm of this school with the most beauty and greatest prestige. Do you understand?”

“Ye…yes, Sir.”

“Pomefiore is modeled around the tenacious spirit of the Fairest Queen,” Vil went on. “In addition to being the fairest in the land, she was a powerful sorceress and most importantly, she feared nothing and cowered to no one.”

How I wish I could have even an ounce of her courage then. Danica thought. Then perhaps this wouldn’t feel so daunting. But aloud she said, “I…hope that I can learn from her example, Sir.”

“You have a lot to learn, Little Potato,” replied Vil. “But I promise you this.” 

He took a step towards her and as much as Danica would have liked to take a step back, she found she couldn't. Something in Vil’s eyes kept her frozen in place, something that was as intimidating as it was mesmerizing. 

“I promise you that if you learn nothing else while in Pomefiore, you will learn to carry yourself with confidence.”

Considering the life she had lived up until that moment, Danica couldn’t be blamed for being uncertain of Vil’s words. She had never been the most confident person and often wished that she could be invisible. Could she possibly one day be as self-assured as Vil? Or as confident as the Fairest Queen of legend? It was a laughable notion but Vil was not one to make promises lightly. And his determined tone was enough for her to believe it to be so, even for a moment.

“Yes, I will try my best, Vil-senpai.”

“No, do not try, Little Potato. Do .” And with that, Vil turned on his heal and went back to his seat at the other end of the table.

~~~

After such an awkward introduction, the atmosphere between Vil and Danica remained charged with unspoken tension. Both continued to steal glances at each other but Danica in particular couldn’t help but feel more than a little shaken. It was so sudden, she thought, not expecting that she would catch Vil’s attention so quickly let alone that he’d want to speak to her. And unfortunately, she was pretty certain she’d made a terrible first impression. 

Though she practiced over and over what she’d say to him in her mind, when it came down to actually doing so, she found it nearly impossible. He was radiant that it was blinding and his imposing aura was enough to leave her in awe. As well as completely tongue-tied. How would she ever manage to be in the same dorm with such a paragon of elegance and grace? And what's more, what could he possibly be thinking about her now? 

The more she thought about it, the more her heart raced. To the point she could feel herself on the verge of anxious tears. Farron, already proving himself to be a kind and caring senpai, gently rubbed her hand before the tears could form. 

“You did just fine, Danica. Don’t worry too much.” Danica glanced up at him, she heard him, though she wasn’t exactly listening. She shook her head and Farron continued, “I know it seems like you made a fool of yourself, but trust me, you didn’t.”

“How can you be so sure?” she asked. “He didn’t seem that impressed with me. He probably thinks I’m too quiet or worse.”

“Perhaps, but let me answer your question with one of my own.” Farron smiled and nodded his head toward the other end of the table where Vil sat with Epel and Rook. "You see that boy over there? Sitting with our dorm leaders? His name is Epel and as you can see, Vil has been quite engrossed with improving his manners."

Danica looked over at Epel and with a single glance, she could tell he was feeling even more out of place than her. He appeared utterly miserable and even from where she sat she could tell that Vil was scolding him far worse.

"Now here's my question," Farron went on, “During this evening's welcome reception, have you noticed if Vil has gone out of his way to interact with any of the other new freshmen? Besides Epel?”

“Hmmm,” Danica thought about this before shaking her head again. “No, he hasn’t really spoken to anyone else. No one else but…me…”

“Exactly my point!” Farron’s eyes sparkled with a knowing look. “The fact that Vil went out of his way to make your acquaintance means that you have caught his interest. He sees potential in you, something special and beautiful that he would like to see more of.”

“What? Really?”

At this, Danica’s heart fluttered, and without realizing it, she looked up and her eyes drifted back over to Vil. His eyes were still upon her but something about his gaze now was different. The look he wore was softer, almost kind, and was that a tiny smile upon his lips?

A spark of nervousness went off in her chest but she knew Vil would scold her again if he noticed her head lowered. She quickly diverted her eyes away from his and made a point of trying not to meet his gaze again. 

“I understand that Vil can be harsh,” Farron said. “He’s an incredibly commanding individual, but he also means well. Behind that sternness, he’s actually very kind and he only wants for you the same he wants for all of the freshmen of Pomefiore.”

“And what’s that?” asked  Danica. 

“To see you blossom to your fullest, most potential. To see you become beautiful and strong,” with a kind wink. “And more importantly, more confident.”

Danica sighed. Farron seemed so sure about everything, though it was probably to be expected since he was a sophomore. As such, she felt that she could trust him, and soon enough, her anxiety began to ease a little. She glanced over at Vil, this time he saw that his own gaze was downcast and she felt slightly more comfortable keeping her eyes on him for a few moments more. His beauty and charisma were undeniable and Danica found herself torn between fear and fascination with him. And she couldn’t help but continue to wonder what he might be thinking about her now. 

Unfortunately, Vil’s own thoughts were in turmoil. Even from across the table, he could still sense Danica’s anxiety and noticed how she was avoiding his gaze as best as she could. It troubled him that already, she likely saw him as a villain and feared him. His harsh tone probably didn’t help matters either. Looking around him, he surveyed the looks of the other freshmen. Some gazed at him with reverence, others with intimidation. Vil was used to the latter and normally it didn’t bother him. After all, as Pomefiore’s dorm leader, it was far more important to him that his students flourish than if he was well-liked. If it meant that some were afraid of him, then so be it. 

He didn’t understand why he was feeling this way but with Danica, he felt differently. He didn’t want her to be afraid of him but even more, he wanted to unlock her potential that was hidden by her anxiety. Outwardly, she was already quite beautiful. But without discipline and integrity, outer beauty counted for nothing. Looking at her, Vil likened her to a gem still in its rough, but with a little guidance and a lot of polish, she was sure to shine brightly. 

As the evening drew to a close, Vil silently swore to himself that he would see her flourish in the halls of the Pomefiore dorm. Meanwhile, Danica swore to herself that she would take Vil’s words to heart and live up to his expectations. If he could see potential in her, she wanted to see it as well. Tonight had been a challenging start, but also a moment of resolve for her. The beginning of her transformation that would shape her time in Pomefiore. With Vil Schoenheit as her teacher.

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