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trappolia · 2 months

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BEAUTIFUL BOY (OH, WHAT ENVY) ── vil schoenheit + gn!reader, 588

"beautiful boy."

praise whispered by millions across the lands who have bore witness to his likeness in fashion magazines, movies, plays, commercials ─ it all echoed in your mind like a mantra; a religion to bring you down to your knees, to surrender all material possessions and then some, maybe a limb or an eye or a heart.

such weakness was easy when it came to vil schoenheit; as cruel as he may be, giving you that coy smile upholding such arrogance, befitting of some beloved prince.

"tell me something i don't know," he mused, dragging his fingers through the nonexistent knots in his hair. fair-haired prince, dipped in lavender and ambrosia.

you could, maybe. tell him something he doesn't know, that is. you, at the very least, knew vil in a manner that bordered on intimacy. the younger students called him cold and sharp, like the bitter chill of a mid-winter afternoon, but you could say with suspicious certainty that he was cold in a literal sense, the prim digits of his fingers freezing enough to send shivers down your spine when he tucked a wayward strand back behind your ear. and there was also those things you classified as "other"; such things that even the hunter's eye could not surmise. blissful sighs against your collarbone, sweet lips against the apples of your cheeks, the flush of his cheeks, ears and chest (not from the cold).

in those moments, you could almost think you loved him more than you envied him.

almost.

in retrospect, you were indeed in love with him. or some odd, twisted semblance of the world; warped by comments on social media, hollered jeers of the paparazzi and whispers immortalised in the ink of magazines and the digital world of news articles and gossip blogs. it was easy to love vil as a fan, as an admirer; not so much when you were alike in dignity and pride, held on the same pedestal by the same bloodthirsty others that sought your blood, sweat and tears. for someone of your standings, it was all the more difficult to see each other eye to eye, to perhaps witness something in that unfiltered, unbidden gaze of the other and have everything collapse around you.

and yet─

"i think i do love you," you whispered, arms wrapped around his slim torso, he was laid out beneath you, reminiscent of a renaissance painting or an old photoshoot he'd done months ago, and it was perhaps a trick of your eye when you caught his ribs flutter against pale skin, like a jump of a pulse, a butterfly's wings against the crumpled white linen.

vil dared to smile, and instead of his ribs (cage to his heart, wretched thing that was) you were drawn to the shine of his hair in the lamplight, that twinkle in his eye. "you think i don't know that?"

"do you?" you exhaled, holding him like a lover would. or should?

"hm," vil's sharp, prim fingers (cold, cold, cold) grasped your jaw and tilted his mouth upwards to yours, velvet lips pushing against your chapped ones, and you belatedly thought that this was how he did it, how he put you under his spell and made you forget your envy, your bitter jealousy, in favour of whatever you called this ─ and then there was a quick brush of tongue, and you were bleeding to death in his arms, the world collapsing around you.

oh.

you'd forgotten that this was how people fall in love.

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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kiss me more (book six spoilers)

SUMMARY: Vil wonders why the Prefect has been avoiding him lately, only to find that the answer is very interesting.

CHARACTER: Vil Schoenheit.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: who else freaked the fuck out when vil kissed their cheek in game? i am raising my hand. i was so freaked out that i had to brain dump and now this exists. vil stans come eat.

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Vil doesn’t quite understand what’s gotten into the Prefect ever since they returned from Styx. Whenever he is in their general vicinity, they make a run for it with a panicked look on their face. It’s starting to get irritating, because he can’t even confront behavior with how good they’ve gotten at avoiding him.

And so he hunts them down. They’re almost certainly at Ramshackle at this hour, and if this is what it takes for them to give him the explanation he wants, he will corner them on their own turf.

Vil knocks on the door and receives a quiet “I’m coming!” from inside. Footsteps follow, and when he hears the door unlocking he braces for their inevitable escape attempt.

Attempt, because they aren’t getting away again.

The second the door opens, he catches it with his hand. He doesn't force himself in, he’s not a brute. He just stands there and watches their expression shift from panic to guilt.

“Why have you been avoiding me?” he asks, voice level and calm, “Have I done something to offend you?”

“Um-! I mean, no…” they murmur, looking anywhere but him, “You’re better off just not knowing, okay? I’m sorry-”

“I want to know.” he says, unrelenting as he narrows his eyes at them.

“I…It’s so embarrassing-! Please don’t laugh at me, okay?” they cover their face with their hands as they speak, and he hears the whispery scream that follows.

“Why in Twisted Wonderland would I laugh at you?” he shakes his head and sighs, “I’m not here to judge you. I just want an explanation.”

“I can’t stop thinking about what you did at Tartarus!” they blurt out, “Every time I think about you kissing my cheek I die! I can’t be around you after that, I would fumble and trip all over myself and be a nuisance! It would be embarrassing!”

Vil stands in shock as they cover their face again, clearly flustered beyond belief. Oh, this is so entertaining. He really should be kinder, but he has half a mind to tease them right now.

He shouldn’t.

But he does.

“Oh, is that right?” he chuckles, reaching out and peeling their hands away from their very warm face, “If you wanted another one, all you had to do was ask.”

“W…What?!” they shriek, hands trembling fiercely in his gentle grasp, “What are you talking about?! You can’t just-!”

“Oh, but I can. Will you allow me?” he hums, letting go of their hands in order to cup their face, “It would be a pleasure.”

“I…I…I…” their mouth moves but no words come out, and Vil can’t help but think they’re just downright adorable right now.

He tilts their head and leans in, giving them the room they need to pull away if this is not what they want.

They don’t move.

He holds them reverently as he presses a kiss to their cheek, letting it linger before he pulls away. He can practically feel how warm their face is from his teasing, and it fills him with a smug satisfaction. Who else could make them this speechless?

“What was that for?!” they shriek, frantically waving their hands around their neck and face, “You-! You can’t just do that-!”

“I do hope you’ll stop ignoring me now.” Vil smiles smugly as he stares at them adoringly.

They’re still babbling, attempting to regain their thought process, but he knows they understand.

And if not, he’ll just have to teach them again.

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oepionie · 1 year

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—"IT WAS JUST TWO LOVERS" various

💭masterlist

⊹ [ 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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rggie · 2 years

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things they do during the ‘honeymoon phase’

characters: idia shroud, malleus draconia, vil schoenheit

summary: little things they start to do in the early stages of your relationship.

cw: gn!reader, fluff, sfw, vil does your makeup

idia gets into your interests

“you know that game you like? it’s actually… alright.” idia says out of the blue, last word enunciated slowly as though he had been mulling over his word choice. he actually enjoyed the game very much, but he wasn’t going to tell you that—choosing to feign nonchalance, doing finger pushups against his desk in an attempt to look somewhat occupied.

you can’t help but beam. “you actually played it?!” you’re leaning in so, so close to him, the apples of his cheeks instantly grow rosy and he finds himself looking anywhere but your bright, hopeful eyes. he was the making you this happy? just by playing a game? (he decides this expression was one he wanted to see more often—if he could bring himself to look your way, that is.)

“w-well i didn’t get too far but from where i was, the lore seems interesting and the characters are cute, and…” he pauses, sneaking a glance at you. you’re hanging onto his every word, urging him to keep rambling on. “the graphics are cool too. i guess.” he internally facepalms. he should shut up. why did you care so much about his opinion, anyway?

“just give me your game id so i can add you–” idia’s mid-sentence when his words are cut off by a whisper of thanks and an odd, feverish sensation on his right cheek that ends faster than he can process. he short-circuits.

if his face had been flushed before, he’s certain his hair is now a similar shade, blue ends blossoming into dahlia pink as his breath hitches, heart thrumming against his chest rather suddenly.

“hh… it was nothing really. i mean, i guess it was pretty easy for a pro like me.” you were doing wonders for his ego. he’s baring his teeth, flashing his wide signature smile before his lips ghost over yours apprehensively.

“i-if i played more, would you kiss me again?”

malleus ensures your safety

“you really don’t have to walk me home!” you’re flailing your arms about a little helplessly as he meets your stride with a chuckle.

“but i want to. it’s also night-time.” he reminds you, ignoring the fact that you’re in a boarding school with sufficient security, and also had his retainers trailing after you, currently hiding in the bushes in an attempt to be somewhat inconspicuous. “making sure that you get home safe eases my worries considerably.”

well, when he puts it like that… you don’t have the heart to deny him.

as your shoulders bump, malleus wonders how your hands would feel in his. were you the type to intertwine fingers when holding hands, or did simply having one hand rest on top of another suffice? were your hands smaller, or bigger? his digits brush against your own, but retract themselves just as fast.

the action doesn’t go unnoticed. even after putting a label on your relationship, he’d still be hesitant initiating any sort of skin-ship. it’s as though he expects you to cower and shy away, when all you want to do is revel in his affection. so you stop walking.

malleus, lost in his own thoughts, continues on ahead, and you bite your tongue trying not to snicker when he finally breaks out of his reverie to see you’re no longer by his side. he beckons you over, forehead wrinkling slightly as he huffs and juts his lips out into a pout. cute. “what are you doing?”

“mal, we’re dating. you can hold my hand, you know.” surveying his tentative demeanour, you add: “it’d make me feel more secure if you did.”

“oh.” his pout is replaced by a coy smile as you meet his side once again.

“if that’s how you feel,” he squeezes your hand, swinging it back and forth before raising it with childlike awe. he’s brimming with unfathomable tenderness as you lock eyes; you match his expression, teetering between bashfulness and contentment. “then we should’ve done this sooner.”

vil listens your criticisms

“–and so i just told him straight: if that’s the role i’m going to be offered, then i’ll take my leave.” vil finishes his rant as you hum in acknowledgment, eyes closed as you try your best to stay still. he’s putting some sort of powder all over your face, and you resist the urge to scrunch your nose at the ticklish sensation of brush hairs flicking across your profile. “i can imagine how you strutted out.” you giggle.

though your eyes are closed, you know he’s rolling his eyes at your remark as he holds your shoulder firmly to stop it from moving with the tremors of your laugh. “well? what would you have done?”

you’re silent for a couple beats, pursing your lips in contemplation. “i suppose i would’ve tried to compromise. i think you should’ve asked about other roles instead of leaving right away when you didn’t get what you wanted.” the room seems to still, and you feel like retracting your words when he doesn’t reply immediately. “vil?”

“you’re right.” other than rook, you were the only one brave enough to talk to him straightforwardly, lacking any semblance of falsity. “i think i needed to hear that.” vil carries on working away, spraying you with something you only recently learned (courtesy of him, of course) was ‘setting spray’. an odd, guttural noise comes from your boyfriend’s throat—you’re not sure if that’s a particularly positive or negative sign. “you can open your eyes.”

adjusting to the sudden brightness, you blink thrice before peering at yourself in the vanity mirror. “so? am i beautiful now?” you tease light-heartedly, posing as he pulls you into taking a quick selfie before pocketing his phone again.

he admires your sanguine features and his hard work, feeling a smile tug against the corners of his lips; he lets it grow wide, because he supposes there’s no need to play pretend. you always see right through him anyway. he presses a kiss to your nose, careful not to smudge the silvery highlight on it’s tip. “you’re already beautiful.”

he likes you so much it’s detestable.

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lorkai · 2 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A/N: I'm a little biased as always when it comes to those two but this was one of my best fics imo, look at their happy faces. They're so precious! I love them sm ipjwiojweoijg. There's probably some typos but I'm super busy with uni stuff + can't find the time now to proofread and this has been on my drafts for a while now, so I'm posting how it is. Tagging u bcs u asked, I hope u like this silly fic! @hanafubukki

.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Not necessarily a warning but there's some suggestiveness at the start.

"Today I'm going to steal Rook's hat!" Those were your exact words.

You said this at six o'clock in the morning, the sun still creeping across the sky to brighten everyone and everything another day, after having entered through the open window of Vil's room like a gremlin - how you did it he had no idea considering his room was on the top floor of Pomefiore.

And in that moment, when you gush about how smooth and soft Rook's hat felt to the touch, and how you would play with the feather and laugh at the surprised expression on Rook's face, Vil wanted nothing more than to turn to the other side of the bed and go back to sleep.

You threw yourself into the vacant space next to Vil, swinging your legs happily as you asked for your beloved's help. Your little puppy eyes making his heart clench and twist inside his chest, like it always did when you used that same trick time and time again.

Breathe, exhale. He remembered. He couldn't give in to your whims again, he remembered well what happened last time.

You invited yourself even closer to him, ignoring your personal distance to cup his face in your hands, fingers massaging the silky skin as you looked up at him. "Please, Mein Lieber."

For a long second, Vil wondered how he could love two persons as chaotic as you and Rook. You two were practically the same and more times than you should you followed the hunter around, imitating his mannerisms and making him laugh like that because you think it was funny. You liked imitating him and Rook loved to have you around, taking you to people watch while you both stated your observations on each person.

This and Rook liked to teach you the hunter ways. So far, you haven't killed anyone with your bad bow skills.

"Du bist die Liebe meiines Lebeéns." You whispered against his ear, consonants and vowels completely exaggerated and some pronounced wrong. And he ignored you, rolling his eyes, accustomed to your antics by now.

One of the different things between you and Rook is that the Chasseur D'amour would use flattery and his good observation to get what he wanted, you instead always chose to irritate people (mainly Vil) with your terrible German speech. Was it your only weapon or was it just because Vil couldn't bear such torture?

He preferred not to know.

You then changed tactics, preferring to fill his face with slow kisses but always avoiding the place he wanted you to kiss him. His temples, his cheeks, his nose, his chin, every bit of skin your lips touched made him feel dizzy. Vil could mentally hear Rook's whines if he were there, ignored, Rook was always so needy for his and yours attention.

His rough, chipped lips slowly descending though the queen's neck while his hands free from his gloves gently navigated Vil's sides and hips. He trembled in your arms.

"That's enough!" Vil looked at you, panting. He held you before you could kiss his eyebrows too. "I'll help you, but you better come here right now and kiss me. On the lips, darling."

You didn't need to hear it twice. The kiss began softly, a needy dance of emotions. But he wanted more, needed more until he was truly satisfied with it. You had woken him up too early, had disturbed him and irritated him. He needed this to restore his good mood.

He needed you like you needed him.

Time seemed to slow down as you met again for a kiss, and another, and another, and hundreds of others, leaving only a sweet freshness behind. That was how he described all the kisses he shared with you, all of them precious.

Vil felt you smiling through the kiss, he could feel the aura of victory and presumption that exuded from you. He bit your bottom lip hard to keep your attention on him, making you whine.

"However, the execution of this plan of yours will depend entirely on you, Liebling. I don't need to remind you that Rook is a great observer and will instantly know you’re up to something if you act differently.”

You nodded as if you were confident that your other lover wouldn't be able to notice anything. Or at least, that he didn't realize it until it was too late.

Later, after you had kissed Vil until he was beaming and satisfied, and his lips were softly swollen, you found yourself sitting on a high branch of a tree, hidden from view and engulfed by green leaves. Waiting for the right moment, watching your target.

You forced your eyes to follow every movement of your vulnerable prey, the one who was sitting a few meters away from you, resting in his usual spot and polishing his bow.

As promised, Vil was talking to Rook about a subject you didn't know what it was. His expression carried the usual serious air but it was accompanied by a calm smile. Rook had that effect on him. And in you too, as if he always knew what you needed to hear to smile, to laugh and to cry.

Yuu notices the way Rook tilts his head to better hear what Vil is saying and how Vil laughs at Rook's jokes. A few seconds go by, you very slowly starts to climb down from your hiding spot, at this point you didn't even need to think anymore, your hands knew where to hold and how to search. It was like second nature.

Finally on the ground again, you do your best to mingle with the tall trees and huge bushes. You can still make out Rook and Vil's figures, the hunter stood up, showing Vil his bow and arrows, and he demonstrated the correct way to hold it.

It occurred to you that maybe Vil was talking about some role he would need to play as an archer and you had to admit that captured Rook's attention perfectly. He was so excited while he explained this and that to his lover, you almost wished to forget your little plan and come closer to listen to him. When he goes on a rant, his beautiful green eyes lighten up while he explain and demonstrates, even more when he can answer some doubts.

'Focus, soldier', you thought to yourself.

The hunter handed his bow to the queen, placing his hands over Vil's and explaining how Vil should shoot to hit the target. And Vil did perfectly. As Vil gracefully executed the instructions, Rook's admiration was evident by his big smile.

As Vil's aim improved under Rook's guidance, you edged closer, careful not to disturb the serene moment. Careful to remember every little detail. You could feel the tension building within you, anticipation mingling with determination. As Vil hitted the target, Rook engulfed him in a warm and long hug, swaying side to side as if they were doing a little comemmoration dance.

This was the moment you had been waiting for, as Rook kept praising Vil, you were getting closer, silent, deadly, your hands strecthed to grab your prize. sensed the perfect opportunity to strike. Timing was crucial, very important for you mission, and you waited a little more, watching them.

His hat was so close now... The sun shone into it, making it looks so comfy. You almost wanted to rush, to grab and run but you waited just a little more.

Vil handed back the bow, still smiling. You could tell it was genuine, he was proud of himself to be able to hit the target even if he wouldn't use this knowledge anywhere. More than this, as he put a stray hair behind his ear, Rook stood on his tiptoes to give his queen a kiss as reward.

And was then that you emerged from your hiding place, your presence initially unnoticed amidst the rustling leaves. Before either could react, you grabbed his hat and ran as if your life depended on it. It was so much beautiful, so soft and comfy, you putted on your head, the last thing you saw was Rook's shocked but proud eyes staring at you.

You had accomplished your mission, feeling very proud of yourself. But now it was time to proceed with the next phase of your plan; run away from Rook.

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twst-drabbles · 4 months

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Vil 25

Summary: Because Rook can’t keep watch on his newly hatched siren all day, you’ve been given the task of feeding this bald and noisy little bird.

(Don’t have any grand plans for this little alternative AU. Just baby pet stories is all. And, as with all baby pets, it’s not the cleanest.)

Of all the things you’re grateful for, beyond the amount of money you get just to take care of these various creatures, is the fact that Vil stays asleep throughout the night. At first, you were just the slightest bit paranoid that you may have read the bird care article wrong and that baby birds don’t actually sleep through the night, but every time your alarm rang and you went to check on him, he was fast sleep.

This was wholly unlike Azul, Jade and Floyd. While they don’t have enough body mass to actually make that much noise, your ears have been trained and now your sleep has become way too light to be healthy. You once woke up at 2 AM because Crowley squeaky gate managed to reach into your dreams.

Anyways, it’s early in the morning, sun barely peeking over the horizon, and you turned on the lights just as you heard the calling shrill of your newest care-taking project.

Inside an expensive incubator was the most decorative bird’s nest you’ve ever seen. A wreath of carefully weaved gold and white branches with the inside line with what you can only call as downy fur. Vil in all his bald glory was practically swallowed in it, but that didn’t stop his sightless self from flapping his pin feathered arms.

You walked closer and marvel at how thin his skin was. You can almost make out his bones and with how human shaped-ish he is, it almost makes you uncomfortable. You know he’s not a human kid, but that doesn’t stop your brain from thinking, “That’s not how a toddler is supposed to look.”

You put the warmed up mash you had for Vil down on the counter. You opened the incubator and Vil faced skyward with his mouth wide open and ready for his feeding.

You mixed the mash with a syringe you cleaned, took some in and tapped Vil on the lips. He latched on immediately and let him suck out the contents at his own pace, lightly pressing the syringe just so he doesn’t swallow air.

You pulled back and Vil gave his sorrowful, hungry peeps.

“Still hungry huh,” you chuckled as you refilled the syringe, “That’s good. Your appetite’s growing.”

You fed him once more and watched as his little face tightly scrunched up.

“Alright,” you placed a napkin on the side and grabbed your large tweezers, “here we go.”

You nudged the little Vil to lean on the side of his nest just as he started push. And what came out was a fecal sack. That’s another thing you’re thankful for. The fact that his mess was just so neat and tidy, all wrapped up in a membrane that you can grab and deposit on a napkin.

“There we go. Good job, little buddy,” you nudged him back deep into his nest and watched as Vil snuggled into your hand, attracted to the warm of your fingers. Of which you made sure to wash. You don’t want to accidentally get him sick. “Have a good nap.”

You rubbed at his bald head, barely holding a few strands. You closed the incubator and went about your day just as Vil fell asleep.

You should probably report this tiny bit of progress to Rook. He really does like to hear any tiny detail about him. Actually he likes to hear any detail about anything. Really, you don’t understand how you can pay attention to everything at all times. But, it is something you appreciate, so you can’t complain.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst-drabbles #twst-drabbles exclusive #drabble #pomefiore #vil #vil schoenheit #house pet nursery au #reader insert

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atierrorian · 9 months

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Hey, it's the same anon who asked messy and lazy MC with Vil :)

I decided to ask a part 2 of this, this time with other housewardens saying "why are you so hard on [Name]? They're so well behaved" and actually is true, without Vil MC is actually not a mud gremlin

Welcome back Anon! And I just imagine Vil's face when they said that.

Part 1

Warnings: Ooc

Note: This was a lot of fun to write and I am sorry if I wasn't able to post it anytime sooner, I was kinda busy with other things and I have other drafts as well! But I enjoyed writing this!

When Vil woke up this morning, he most certainly did not expect one of the house wardens, or most specifically Riddle, to come up to him and say words Vil never would have expected to hear.

"Hello Vil, I just have a question." Riddle said while crossing his arms and looking up at Vil, who looked at him curiously.

Vil sighed and nodded, wondering what Riddle's question was.

"Why are you always so hard on [Name]? They've always been so well-behaved and so polite." Now that, that question made Vil wonder what Riddle was talking about and if they were talking about the same [Name].

Riddle kept looking at Vil, waiting for an answer while Vil just stood still and processed the words Riddle said. What does he mean by "Well-behaved"?

"What do you mean?" Vil said while placing both of his hands on Riddle's shoulders and shaking him slightly, whilst Riddle looked confused.

"What do you mean what do I mean? I mean [Name] is honestly better than most of the Heartslabyul students and actually respects the Queen of Hearts's rules."

Vil stopped shaking Riddle and processed the words Riddle said.

He never thought he would hear the word [Name] and well-behaved in the same sentence unless it was "[Name] is not well-behaved." And respects? Half of the time [Name] just runs around with mud and chases him while they have mud.

All Vil ever knew [Name] was the fact they had no etiquette whatsoever and the fact that they were just a mud gremlin.

And after that conversation, some of the house wardens also began to bombard Vil with questions about why he was so harsh on [Name] and why [Name] was always so helpful and always listened.

So how come they never did the same for him?

During lunch Vil had searched for [Name] despite the fact he could have Rook find [Name], he wanted to do it himself personally, he wanted to talk to [Name] about the matter.

And he found them, sitting on a bench while eating their lunch.

But Vil was surprised when he saw what they were eating, it wasn't anything unhealthy like they normally would eat, no, it was instead the diet that Vil gave them and they were eating it. Half of the time Vil would normally see [Name] eat unhealthy foods in front of him just to rile him up.

But this time, they weren't.

Vil walked to them and sat next to them, startling [Name].

"Uh House warden? What do you want this time?" [Name's] voice was muffled since they still had food in their mouth but still held annoyance, which made Vil doubt all of the house wardens' words.

"First of all, don't talk when your mouth is full, second of all, why do you behave around the other house wardens?"

Vil's question made [Name] swallow their food and stopped eating. Looking at Vil who was looking at them with his eyes narrowed and looked quite offended.

"Wha-" [Name] to say the least didn't know what to say, they pondered Vil's words before finally replying and shrugged.

"Well most of the time I only do the things I do to you just to annoy you because of all the lessons you give me and you're harsh when it comes to your methods of beauty."

Vil didn't know what to say, he only frowned and then sighed, but apparently [Name] wasn't done yet, they continued talking after they were done chewing their food.

"And you always have Rook after me and Rook is just plain creepy. But besides that, I do have respect for you, I just wish you wouldn't force me to doll myself up, that's it." They said before sheepishly looking at Vil.

"I know you're probably mad whenever I chased you or didn't listen to you, but I did have my reasons. And if it makes you feel better, I can stop chasing you with mud."

[Name] nervously waited for Vil's response, hoping they didn't make Vil angry, to say the least.

[Name]'s attention was brought back when Vil sighed.

"You have so much potential [Name], I admit, and I want you to bloom into a beautiful flower, but you always ruined the image of Pomefiore whenever you kept running away," Vil admitted before looking at them with a much softer gaze.

"I guess I also have to apologize for being harsh on you, and I would very much appreciate it if you stopped chasing me with mud," Vil said and [Name] chuckled before nodding.

"Okay! I'll stop getting myself mud and chasing you, besides, I'm sick of Rook always having to stop me as well anyways, and I guess I'll be willing for you to doll me up."

Vil smiled and startled [Name] before looking away, embarrassed.

Bonus:

"Soo does this mean we're like, best friends now?"

"Don't push it."

#atier's works✎#vil schoenheit x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit x you #Twst drabble #Twst imagines

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zmbiesuga · 11 months

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thinkin' about vil schoenheit sorry

doing vils makeup is an intimate affair.

typically in this scenario, he is the one putting product on your face because truthfully, with things like this he's more of a giver.

that and he's never really been one to trust others with the responsibility of his appearance. sure, there were makeup artists & hair stylists but those were professionals who knew what they were doing. unlike you.

and yet he's sitting here, letting you apply all sorts of things to his face because it makes you happy. because you wanted to make him feel as special as he makes you feel.

he's never let anyone who wasn't a professional ever touch his face like this, and yet he trusts you with his whole being.

he trusts you even though he knows it's not going to look how he wants, he trusts you even though he knows you're perfectly capable of messing it up and he even trusts you knowing that the slight, miniscule chance that you put the wrong product on his face could cause him a break out.

but he doesn't care, because right now in his room, it's just you two. in your comfortable silence, two hearts beating side by side.

yes, doing vil schoenheits makeup is an intimate affair, and you're the only one who he would dare share this moment with.

#first twist post!!! excited #love letters from leo #my dearest twst #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x gn!reader #vil x reader #vil x gn!reader #vil schoenheit drabble #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #twst drabble #twisted wonderland x gn!reader #twst x gn!reader

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a-midnight-rabbit-writes · 4 months

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Hi are requests open if so could I request a user that shows affection by thing like bitting, if possible could it be male user x vil

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Thank you so much for the request!!! This is my first time writing with a request, and I’m still working out my particular writing “voice” so I do hope that this fulfills what you were hoping for!!! (I also wasn't entirely sure how exactly I wanted to go about writing your request but wanting to bite Vil is definitely a mood tbh)

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Vil x Male!Reader

Vil and his partner, who shows affection through biting, cuddle after the model and Pomefiore Housewarden has been absent for a few days.

CW: none

Word count: 422

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Vil was enrobed in a soft, silken pajama set, in a lovely pastel purple hue, a matching cover wrapping his blond hair for the night as he relaxed in his bed, your bare chest pressed against his clothed one as the two of you lay together, comfortable and warm. It was beyond pleasant, being so close to your lover again, limbs entangled within the luxuriously soft sheets as you both rested, having been separated for the past few days. While still prioritizing his studies at Night Raven College, Vil had as of late taken just a few more modeling gigs than he had in the recent past, leaving him more frequently absent from Pomefiore, and leaving his eccentric vice-housewarden in charge.

Shifting his position next to you ever so slightly, Vil’s pajama shirt fell to the side of his shoulder as he pressed himself just a bit closer to you, the draping fabric exposing one of his collarbones. His soft, unblemished skin was always so enticing. Sleepily, you found yourself leaning forward, nose brushing against your partner's shoulder in the darkness of his room.

Lips set against his soft, pale skin, you sank your teeth into the flesh around his exposed collarbone, not deep enough to draw blood, or even cause an overt amount of pain, but just enough that there would be a visible mark left over, one that might even linger in the morning if you were lucky. Despite Vil’s past warnings about leaving visible marks where others might see them, attempting to keep your relationship safe from the prying public eye, he had grown surprisingly used to your particular brand of affection, and was of course most adept at covering any of your such markings with his makeup should the situation require it.

Pulling back to rest your head against your pillow, you saw Vil’s beautiful violet eyes, half lidded, and clouded with sleep peering at you from only inches away.

“Sweet potato,” he mumbled. “My love. What are you doing?”

“Mmmmm. Nothing.” You responded languidly, suppressing a yawn as you re-settled yourself comfortably within the bedding next to him, lips brushing against his forehead as you draped your arm across his relaxed form, your fingers settling just underneath his silken shirt, pressed into the small of his back. Vil relaxed into the familiarity of your touch, one hand pressed against the bare skin of your chest, the other resting gently upon your hip as the two of you drifted off to sleep together, warm in each other’s embrace.

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As always, comments/reblogs appreciated!!

#i too would like to bite vil schoenheit #twst #twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #twst vil #twst drabble #twst x reader #vil x reader #mlm

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loverofazul · 11 months

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𝑯𝒖𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 Pt.5

-ＰｏｍｅｆｉｏｒｅＤｏｒｍ-

Vil hummed, running his fingers through your hair, detangling it. His eyes were closed as he held you close. He couldn't help but kiss your forehead as you began to slowly drift to sleep.

"I love you so much, My Sweet Potato" He mumbled against their forehead.

Head burying into the male's chest, mumbling back. "Love you....too....My Flower......"

Epel held back a yawn as he snuggled into your side after a long day. His hair was a mess and his clothes were disheveled. He struggled to stay awake as his mind told him to rest. His energy gone from memorizing everything for the test the next day.

"Love...you...Apple..." He mumbled, gripping onto your shirt as he fell in and out of consciousness.

A kiss on his head was the last thing he felt before he fell asleep. "Love you too, My Man"

Rook buried his nose into your hair as he took in your scent. It was an all too familiar scent. One he was in love with so much. His kisses went from your forehead to your nose then your lips. A soft delicate kiss to your smiling lips.

"Love you so much, Mon Lapin" He mumbled against your lips, making your cheeks heat up slightly.

"And I love you, My Hunter" You mumbled back against his lips.

Mon Lapin -> My Bunny in French (I used google translate, so please do tell me if it's wrong!)

Requests are Open!

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cvlutos · 1 year

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♡ R.H & V.S | REJECTION | ANGST

"Je suis désolé..."

He slides the familiar brown feather hat from his head, eyes casted downward in such a way that youre not sure you've seen before. His usual straighten posture is loose, like unraveling thread, and he’s quiet. There’s no humming, no mummering of the endless beauty, nothing as he looks away with furrowed brows.

Guilt. It is a rare feeling that he lets you see. Always doing his best to hid it away, even as his friend, seeing the huntsman guilty is nearly unthinkable. He, who always plans and thinks it through, he’s guilty? The letter feels like weights and your throat feels dry, and every inhale feels as if you were breathing sand. For a moment you wonder where you are. You're in a private part of the pomefiore gardens. Confessing. Yes. You're confessing. To your friend. Youre confessing to your friend...

Who doesn't like you...

Who's sorry that he doesn't like you in such a way....

"Forgive me if I've mislead you...." Mislead. To lead astray. Like a shepherd leading his sheep wrong, letting them wander too far. With such flowery words and such intimate moments—secrets shared though proximity and closed lips. With his hat upon your head, and he, quietly recited poetry. Whispering words into you ear. Yet he misled you. Made you think there was something.

But it wasn't just something... It was... You love him. The late nights in which he visited. Nights in which he held you close to his chest, hands cold open your flesh yet grounding. It’s almost funny, how close he held you, grasping you, telling you how important you are to him. How much feels for you.

To think he felt no such thing.

No feelings of love, desire, nothing as he erased your fears. Filled you with hot words, broken promises, when he didn’t mean it. Why would he spend hours of his time only to not love you. Why would he call you perfect to only deem that you weren’t good enough to be his. Why?

You try and speak. To open your lips and beg for an explanation, for a reason. You deserve one, right? Having been brave and pur your heart on the line. To be the one to confess first.

Yet when you do.

When you take that first step. He takes a step away. Separating himself. As if afraid that a fraction closer would—poison him. Yet you know that to him, poison is sweet. Elegant. Refined. Dressed in purple robes and lilac eyes. To him poison is sweet, and you are a antidote he wants not of. Regret flashes in his eyes and in a moment he's turning from you, leaving you standing in the private garden...

The letter feels like a ton of bricks.

So! If you’re on my discord, I posted the draft of this like hrs ago, but this the final copy!! @v-anrouge

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jabberwocky-warrior · 6 months

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Romantic fluff | Gn Reader | not edited

They love to hold your pinkie finger. It’s a simple way to be close to you without drawing too much attention. As you walk around campus or in town, they don’t care. It's a sweet reminder of how much they care even if PDA isn’t their favorite.

When you get married, they begin holding your pinkie and ring finger. Their fingers brushing over your ring every few minutes.

Leona, Vil, Trey, Riddle, Lilia, Sebek, Jack, Jamil, Azul, Jade

This has been rattling around my head since 3am last night. Let me know if you have any requests!

I imagined this with Leona originally

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cloudcountry · 1 year

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the ultimate neige smackdown

SUMMARY: So it follows the storyline of book four, only when the reader sees Neige's commercial for the first time, they say the first thing that comes to mind about him...and it's that Vil is obviously the best of the two.

CHARACTER: Vil Schoenheit.

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: this request is so funny because neige weirded me out when i first played. its like what jamil & azul said, nobody is THAT NICE??? HES SO CONFUSING but anyway mon pote means my close friend I looked it up on Google (I was too lazy to ask my friend who studies French about pet names again.) This is just you inflating Vil's ego (WHICH HE DESERVES!! TELL HIM HES BEAUTIFUL.)

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“Do you see that radiance, mon pote?”

Vil stopped outside the door as your uninterested hum sounded from inside the room. The mandrakes in his hand wouldn’t have waited for Rook, but knowing you were inside that room made him want to enter.

Before he could, you spoke again.

“I mean, he’s okay I guess.”

“What do you mean?! He is picturesque! The perfect example of delicate beauty!” Rook cried out, causing you to sigh.

“Vil is more beautiful in my opinion. This Neige guy kinda creeps me out. I mean, doesn’t his beauty seem…fake? I know he’s a celebrity so a part of him is going to be artificial, but Vil is so blunt and truthful with his admirers. Neige is just…too sweet. It’s weird.”

Vil felt a light fluttering in his chest at your admission. Right, of course it wasn’t just him that thought Neige was…creepy, as you put it. But still.

You thought he was more beautiful than Neige.

“Oh, mon pote…” Rook sighed, and Vil could tell he was shaking his head dramatically, “I suppose we all have our own ideas of beauty.”

“Rook, you cannot sit here and tell me Vil isn’t more beautiful than Neige. I will fight you on this.” you huffed, “I mean, come on! Vil is so confident, and he expects the best out of everyone, and he pushes himself and the people around him to do better and better! Neige is just a pretty face as far as I’m concerned. Vil holds himself with sophistication that sends chills down my spine. That’s beautiful.”

“Oui, I do not disagree, but you must admit that Rui de Neige has his own charms as well!”

“Mmm…I don’t see the appeal. Sorry.”

Vil chuckled. You didn’t sound sorry at all.

“Flattery will get you nowhere, my dear.” he deadpanned, finally opening the door and stepping into the room.

Rook had the gall to smile shamelessly up at him, rattling off some speech about his entrance. However, all Vil could focus on was the slightly embarrassed expression you had on your face, and the fact that his beauty was enough for you.

Deep down, he knew the jealousy he felt towards Neige was only temporarily satisfied, but he had to be content with that for now.

“Vil.” you blurted, as if forcing yourself to speak, “Uh, hey.”

He laughed airly, tucking two fingers under your chin and tilting it up.

“Hello yourself.” he smirked.

#auburn's fics <3 #drabbles <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #vil schoenheit fluff #vil schoenheit x reader #twst vil x reader #i might write something for neige one day #hes like kalim #too sunshiney to be real #except kalims nature is like #a defense mechanism

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nakunakunomi · 8 months

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This drabble is part of my summer celebration collection! Prompt: Sunset Characters featured: Vil (Twisted Wonderland), 2nd person GN Reader Requested by: @princess-of-pomefiore [a/n]: no notes, other than the fact that I have been reading chapter 6 (finally, I know) and I have been loving post OB Vil. Hope you enjoy this little thing, Lisa!

You were so full of regret right now. Your boyfriend was a busy man, in between housewarden work, celebrity work and his courseload as a junior, there was very little time left for rest and other hobbies. He made sure to free up some time with you, but it wasn’t enough. You were craving his presence more and more and you wished you could spend more time with him.

“Why don’t you join me on my workouts then, y/n? I need to get ready for them, do them, take little breaks and stretch after. It’s more fun when I am not alone, and it’s part of my daily routine anyway, I wouldn’t need to free up more time for you.”

You had agreed, eager to spend more time with him. But now… now you were full of regret. Vil worked out regularly, and while you weren’t in terrible shape, you were definitely nowhere near his level. His stamina and strength surprised you every time, and the small talk you were expecting to have during jogs was replaced with you panting and him just talking leisurely about ten minutes into a run.

Especially now, when he had proposed a new route, since tomorrow was not a school day and he didn’t have to work, so he could stay up a little later without missing sleep. The new route went through the forest, and uphill just a little too much for your liking. You could feel the muscles in your legs beginning to protest and you were about to call out to Vil for a break when you noticed him stopping on top of the hill you were currently climbing.

You made it there, only to spot the sky properly, seeing how it was turning the prettiest of pinks, reds, purples and oranges as the sun set.

“I am sorry, y/n, maybe this run was a little out of your capacities. But I really wanted to share this view with you.”

You wrapped an arm around his waist, leaning forward just a little to be able to catch your breath better, and moved your attention to the view.

“Worth it.”

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4e7her · 7 months

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october writing prompt #13 "don't look.”

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character: vil schoenheit, twst

contains: yandere themes, gn reader, blood mentioned, implied violence

“Don’t look, darling. Look at me instead. It’ll be okay, just look at me, dear.”

Vil coaxes like everything is just fine, like there isn’t blood splattered over his clothes and the wall behind him. Like the evidence of what he had done wasn’t all over, well, everything.

He frowns when he sees you still drifting in thought, and you wish you had the strength to say that you were anything but scared of him. Seeing him commit such violence without a second thought, straying far from the picture of poise and restraint that he displayed himself as, was fucking terrifying. You desperately wished you could say that he wasn’t pretty like this, but you would be lying. If anything, he looked like he just came from a movie set - a horror movie, granted, but nonetheless. It was just… off putting.

“Poor thing. Too violent for you, hm?”

Faux sympathy laces his tone heavily, and he comes forward to… comfort you? You flinch back no matter what his intentions are, and that just serves to make him frown deeper.

“Mm… I understand, love, you’re just overwhelmed. I know its a bit shocking, dear, but you’ll come to accept my affections. I forgive you.” He sighs, and your eyes grow wide with the realization that’s he’s being serious. This isn’t a ploy to trick you - this is his honest interpretation of the scene. That you’re overwhelmed. Not that he was scaring you, no, but that you couldn’t believe his love confession. Which this… apparently was.

What… What the fuck?

You scramble away from him the best you can, eyebrows heavily furrowed and thoughts racing. You hardly realize that you’re cutting off your own escape, too preoccupied with putting distance in between you and Vil.

He does, though.

The look in his eyes when you realize that you’re trapped is one you’ll remember for the rest of your life.

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lorkai · 5 months

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.⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ Very low effort and self indulgent drabble but aughfhfh, pretty men are my weakness and these two together does many things to my heart. Enjoy this little thing I wrote yet again at midnight but only finished just now 〜⁠(⁠꒪⁠꒳⁠꒪⁠)⁠〜

There he was. So beautiful even when he slept, so ethereal that a dreamy sigh leaves your lips as you continue to stare at him shamelessly. His blond hair is loose, cascading down his strong shoulders, the shadow of a smile stretching across his lips as he dreams about something.

You almost want to touch him, almost want to kiss his forehead and be the first thing he sees when he wakes up. But you're unable to move since your other boyfriend has a tight grip on your waist, sleepy laughs and unfinished sentences leaving his lips. Rook can't stop himself from holding you closer and closer, from seeking your warmth a little more.

He is greedy for your affection, but you don't care much. Lying between these two was like being in paradise, protected, cared for and loved. Your eyes close again, deciding it would be best to go back to sleep, intertwining your hands with Vil's and letting yourself be cuddled by Rook.

When you wake up again, cascades of sunlight come in through an open crack in the window, falling on the three of you, making you wrinkle your nose every time a ray of sunlight hit your face in an annoying way. Rook laughs at your little misfortune, his green eyes following every subtle movement on your face and Vil smiles; a smile so beautiful he looks like an angel. You were passed from Rook's arms to Vil, your back pressed against his chest as the hunter played with the strands of your hair and you listen to Vil's humming, sofly.

"Bonjour, mon ange!"

"G'morning, darling!"

Truly you're blessed for having them on your life.

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