And what if I said I think this sums crowley up perfectly? Immediately after this he quite literally threatens them with being held back if they don’t help like it’s their responsibility and not…his?
Sneaks into your inbox once more..... I do apologize for so many requests but I just adore your writting so much it's so amazing and makes me so excited everytime I see you've posted something or even do my requests
Now, you'll never guess the characters I'm asking for, rook and vil (😯 such a shock I know!) With a reader who deals with Insomnia (and maybe nightmares about the overblots if you wann be silly), and reader sometimes ends up at pomfieore at the strangest of hours just to fall asleep on the couch when their body can't stay awake, and the two start to notice and like help them out with all sorts of little remedies (like teas, certain lotions or scented things in general known for relaxing, etc)
I hope this makes sense 😭 thank you in advance!!!!
‘My safe haven’
After being haunted by insomnia and overblots you can only seem to go to the one place where you know you’ll be able to finally relax and escape those nightmares (´ﾟдﾟ`)
Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt x GN!reader
Content warnings: hurt/comfort, slight mentions of injuries, reader is yuu/perfect, nightmare is set in riddles overblot but others are mentioned briefly!
A/n: Hello hello, my dear! Welcome back once again ´･ᴗ･` it really is a treat to see your requests and I appreciate your praise! This request makes total sense so don’t you worry!! I do hope you enjoy╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯
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The stench of burning sugar and metallic ink hung heavy in the air, thick enough to choke on. The garden was a twisted, thorny labyrinth each of them jagged spikes of crystallize of negative emotions and magical exhaustion.
In the center of it all, suspended in a storm of sheer malice was riddle. Not the one you knew before, no, he was now purely driven by negative emotions. His eyes were blank, completely consumed by the despair of his overblot
“Such defiance, from every last one of you! I shall take all of your heads!” The distorted shriek echoed, tearing through your eardrums
You turned back, frantically telling everyone to stick together so you could defeat riddle and save him, fear was all you felt as you turned around just in time to see a giant thorned rosebush swung your way.
Using your arms to shield yourself, you felt sharp stinging pains all over your arms, the cool feeling of blood dripping from fresh cuts made by the thorns and slowly trickling down your arms, staining the sleeves of your uniform.
You were quickly knocked back, landing harshly on the ground before a heavy iron collar snapped violently around your neck, cutting off your breath, as it began to steal the air from your lungs..
You jolted awake with a strangled gasp.
At an instant your hands flew to your throat, expecting cold metal but finding only your own sweat slicked skin. Sitting bold upright in the tiny run down bed of ramshackle you looked around frantically heaving in erratic, agonizingly shallow pants.
Tears were streaming hot and fast down your cheeks, mixing with the cold sweat that plastered your hair to your forehead. Sleeping soundly beside you, grim snored loudly, blissfully unaware of the terror that had just ripped through you seconds ago
You pulled your knees to your chest as you buried your face in your hands. A quiet yet broken sob tore from your throat, heart feeling extremely heavy in your chest. It had been months since the overblot incident at heartslabyul, you had been through many more throughout the months from leona, to azul, and even jamil, you had assumed you’d gotten used to them by now but the nightmares of those encounters had only seemed to get worse.
Every time you closed your eyes though all you could see was the ink, the pain your friends had to go through and what they could turn into because of it. There was always this crushing weight of magic you couldn't possess and couldn't fight.
The walls of ramshackle felt like they were closing in. It was too cold here, too empty, too quiet, leaving nothing but the deafening echo of your own racing heart and quiet sobs. You knew couldn't stay in this room. You needed warmth. You needed somewhere safe..
Moving on pure exhausted instinct, you slipped out from under the thin and worn out blankets carful to not wake grim not like you would anyways he’s basically a rock when he sleeps..as you slipped on a heavy cardigan that you had luckily snagged from Sam’s shop on a deal, you trudged downstairs and to the front door into the dark and chilly night.
You really didn't actively plan your route. Your feet simply carried you down the familiar stone paths of NRC until the grand, elegant spires of pomefiore slowly came into view.
For the past two weeks, this had been your secret refuge. The pomefiore lounge, with it’s plush velvet couches, residual scent of botanical extracts with a hint of crushed lilies, and the heavy protective atmosphere. To you, it was the only place your hyper vigilant mind allowed your body to shut down even if it was for a few moments
You pushed the heavy oak doors open, wincing at the slight creak that echoed out into the rather quiet night and slipped inside
The lounge was bathed in the soft, ethereal glow of the stained glass windows illuminated by the moonlight. You dragged your exhausted and aching body toward the large, curved sofa near the extinguished fireplace.
Collapsing onto the velvet cushions, you pulled your knees up, wrapping your arms around yourself in an attempt of self comfort. The lingering scent of sandalwood and lavender in the room was a stark contrast to the dusty scent of ramshackle or the scent of metallic ink that plagued your nightmares..
Relaxing for a moment you closed your eyes. At first you simply just wanted to rest for a moment, to catch a quick break to escape the nightmares even if it was just for a second. You closed your eyes not planning to fall asleep but in an instant the exhaustion of the night slowly engulfed you
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"Oh, la pauvre petite!...roi du poison, it seems our stray has returned! And so suddenly as well, non?”
"Rook. Keep your voice down, You'll wake them."
The hushed voices pulled you from the dark, dreamless void. You stirred slowly, brows furrowing as a soft groan escaping your lips all while you blinked against the sudden intrusion after your mind had shut off and body had given you a moment of rest
"Look at them..” Vil's voice was uncharacteristically soft, though laced with a thread of stern concern
"Dark circles, pale skin, tear tracks...This is entirely unacceptable. They are running themselves into the ground at this rate.”
You blinked fully awake now, your heart doing a panicked stutter as you realized you weren't alone. Standing above you were the familiar silhouettes of a certain housewarden and vice housewarden
Rook was leaning against the back of the sofa, his sharp green eyes soft and entirely focused on you. Vil knelt gracefully beside the couch still as flawless as ever even during the late night. He wore a sweeping silk robe as he held a brass candelabra, the light eliminating his features perfectly.
"Oh I-I’m so sorry!” You stammered out as you began scrambling to sit up, instantly defensive. The lingering anxiety from the nightmare flared up again, especially under the eyes of the two people you knew you didn’t want to see you in such a state
“I know it’s late and I know I just waltzed in here but tonight was..it was rough and I needed to get out of ramshackle and I’ll leave if-“
"Hush.” Vil commanded gently, placing a cool and perfectly manicured hand over yours to stop your frantic movements. "Breathe, my sweet potato. You’re not leaving, okay? Just breathe.”
Rook stepped around the couch, his footsteps completely silent as he sat on the edge of the cushions near your feet,
“Oui, notre petit trickster. Do not fret! There is no need for such panic in our sanctuary, you are safe here!”
Rooks voice was soft as he spoke though his usual eccentric flair was very evident still as he put his hands together happily
“Though I must confess, my hunter's eyes have not missed your recent nocturnal migrations..Three times this week nearly at the same time you have braved the dark to sleep upon this very sofa”
You looked down, shame burning in your cheeks as they flushed a soft rosy pink, your brows furrowing slightly as you looked down at your hand where vils stayed gently on top of yours
“You…knew?”
"Of course we knew” Vil sighed, setting the candelabra on the mahogany coffee table as he looked back at you, gaze seemingly softer
"Nothing happens in my dormitory without my knowledge. At first, I thought you had merely fallen asleep studying, but then I noticed the pattern. And I couldn’t help but notice the state you’re in. You are exhausted. What is chasing you from your own bed in the dead of night, my dear?"
The gentle probing was too much. The walls you had spent months holding up crumbled under the weight of their attention. The memory of the black ink and the collar flashed behind your eyes. Before you could speak or even stop it fresh tears stung your eyes and began to spill over your lashes
"The overblots..” you whispered, your voice cracking slightly as the tears continued to trickle down your cheeks
"I keep experiencing them over and over again. I couldn't breathe…the collar was so tight and there was so much blot I just...Whenever I close my eyes, I'm right back there. It's so cold, and I'm so tired and I thought I was fine, I thought since I had fought off so many of them I’d be used to it but..they’re haunting me.”
A heavy silence fell over the lounge, the sounds of your sobs filling the air. Vil’s expression softened, that gaze was something that was only reserved for you. Rook’s eyes darkened for a moment, a protective and almost predatory edge entering his gaze as he watched over your trembling form, heart breaking at the at the mere sight of your trembling form
"Who hunts the hunter's little trickster in their dreams?" Rook murmured, reaching out to gently brush a damp strand of hair from your forehead, his touch lingering for a moment
"Mon..such cruel phantoms to torment someone with such a magnifique soul. We cannot allow this to continue!”
"No, we certainly cannot.” Vil agreed, his voice was soft as he stood up smoothly
"Rook, go to my private kitchenette. Brew the special chamomile and valerian root blend. Add exactly one teaspoon of the enchanted honey from the botanical garden."
"Ah! Yes once, roi du poison” rook nodded, he flashed you a warm smile there was a promise of comfort in his eyes, before slipping away into the shadows of the hallway
Vil turned back to you and sat where rook had been only seconds before, shifting so he was beside you "Come here.” he instructed softly.
You hesitated for a second before sliding closer. Vil reached into the pocket of his robe and produced a small, beautifully ornate glass jar.
He unscrewed the lid carefully and at an instant the rich, intoxicating scent of ylang-ylang, bergamot, and sweet almond oil filled the air between you
"Your skin is suffering from the stress and your muscles are too tight. Stress on the mind and body aren’t things I tolerate.” his voice a soothing and rhythmic cadence as he spoke
"Give me your hands."
You offered your trembling hands and he took them gently, his touch was firm but incredibly soft. He scooped a small amount of the shimmering lotion from the small jar and began to massage it into your skin. The warmth of his hands and the deliberate, circular motions of his thumbs pressing into your palms sent a wave of relief through your aching body
"This is a proprietary blend I made” Vil explained quietly, his eyes focused on your hands
"I always believe it’s better to keep some on me just in case of emergencies like this…The herbs are specifically designed to dispel negative magical residue and calm the nervous system. The scent alone should help banish those thoughts from your mind."
"It smells wonderful” you breathed, feeling the knot in your chest loosen slightly "Thank you, vil..”
At your thanks he glanced up, his amethyst eyes catching the candlelight, making them stand out slightly more than usual
"You are foolish for not coming to us sooner, my dear. Enduring such terror alone...it is not beautiful. It is tragic. I do not abide tragedy in my presence."
He shifted his grip, moving to massage the lotion into your wrists, right over your pulse points, his thumbs working gently on your skin with the upmost care
"Whenever the shadows grow too long in that…dilapidated dorm of yours, you are to come here. Not to sleep alone on a couch in the dark, but to come to us personally. Do you understand me?”
"I didn't want to be a burden” you whispered, looking away as a flush hits your cheeks once more the skin getting warmer
Vil reached up with one hand, his fingers gently tilting your chin so you were forced to look at him. His face was mere inches from yours, and his expression fiercely tender.
“My, sweet potato..You could never be a burden to us. You carry the weight of this entire school on your shoulders without an ounce of magic to protect yourself. Letting us care for you is the least you deserve."
Before you could respond to the sudden fluttering in your stomach, rook returned, carrying a silver tray with a steaming porcelain teacup, gently he set it on the table and sat on your other side effectively boxing you in with warmth and comfort
"Drink, mon amour" Rook said softly, the endearment slipping out as naturally as breathing to him. Carefully he reached over to grab the porcelain cup, holding it out for you
“It is guaranteed to warm you from the inside out and bring only the sweetest of dreams! Much like you deserve.”
A small appreciative smile tugged at your lips as you took the warm cup in your hands, slowly you took a sip
The tea was incredible and truth be told, nothing like you had ever tasted before. It was floral, sweet, and instantly relaxing. Truly It felt like a warm blanket wrapping around your frantic mind
For the next hour, they didn't leave your side. Rook coaxed you into talking about lighter things such as the ridiculous antics of the first years, the migration patterns of the birds over the forest..his poetic voice lulling you into a state of deep relaxation.
Vil continued his movements, slowly moving from your hands to gently rubbing the tension out of your shoulders, then lightly massaging a dab of lavender oil into your temples
Between the tea, the enchanting scents, and the physical warmth of the two men sitting so closely beside you, the terror of the nightmare felt like a distant and almost irrelevant memory
Soon, your eyelids grew impossibly heavy, your body relaxing even more as you melt into vils touch while rooks voice slowly lulled you to relax
"Hm. I believe the tea is taking effect” Vil murmured, a fond smile playing on his lips as your head began to nod, eyelids flickering closed before immediately opening again
"Que c'est beau! We should let them sleep" Rook whispered. He shifted a little, gently guiding your head down until it rested comfortably on his shoulder, one of his arms wrapped around you, holding you secure against him as your body gave in completely, eyes closing fully now.
Vil didn't move away. Instead, he reached out, his fingers lightly carding through your hair as he gently began to untangle the strands with care.
"Sleep now, my dear.” Vil commanded softly, his voice the last thing you heard before sleep took you, your body relaxing more as your breathing evened out
"No nightmares will dare cross pomefiore's threshold tonight nor your mind. We have you."
Surrounded by the scent of lavender and bergamot, anchored by rook's steady heartbeat against your cheek and vil's gentle fingers in your hair, you finally drifted off…And for the first time in months, your dreams were completely, blissfully clear of blot.
Due to a few personal things in my life at the moment, requests are closed! Don’t fret though, my ask box will still be open to any conversation and I will continue to work on requests I’ve already gotten! Thank you everyone so much for you support it truly has motivated me to keep writing ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭
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Hi it's me again :3 you will be seeing me around here a lot more because I adore your writting ...... wow I wonder what characters I like ....
Anyways vil and rook x gn!reader (again), where the reader just kinda steals the clothes of the two whenever they stay over at pomfieore, like they just kinda take a piece or two back with them (could be intentional, could not be either works :] ) and vil and rook wonder where certain pieces of their wardrobe have disappeared to until they run into the reader very much wearing the clothes they are missing.
Thank you in advance!!
The phantom thief!
Vil and Rook have noticed one of their staple items missing! After going on a hunt for the culprit all they find is you..peacefully asleep as you wear the said items that belong to them d(-_^)
Vil Schoenheit and Rook Hunt x GN!Reader
Content warnings: fluff, reader is yuu/perfect for this one! Slightly ooc vil
A/n: Hello, my dear! It really is a pleasure to see you again ◝(⁰▿⁰)◜ thank you so very much for the compliment and request! We really are in the same boat with favorite characters so don’t worry at all (/ε＼*) this was meant to be kept in a slightly romantic ish tone like the last request I answered but it can also be seen as platonic! I do hope you enjoy!
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Pomefiore, known for its unmatched elegance, strict pursuit of beauty, and excellence! Basically it was a second home to you by now. Between long study sessions, drinking expensive herbal teas, the rich skincare you were treated to and simply just being able to bask in the company of the dorm’s eccentric leaders, spending the night here had become somewhat of a regular occurrence for you
With that being said, you had a terrible habit when it came to the actual leaving part of this whole staying over thing..
Whether it was the chill of the early morning or the groggy state you were still in, you tended to just…grab things that were in reach of you. A sweater here, a scarf there. If it was draped over a chair and you felt a breeze gently blowing from an open window it became yours for the journey back to ramshackle
You always meant to bring them back, really! somehow though they often ended up folded neatly in the old and very rickety wardrobe closet instead, waiting for the return trip to pomefiore that kept slipping your mind. They had tons of clothes though! Surely it wouldn’t be a problem if only a few things went missing right?
You are infact painfully mistaken if that’s what you thought, currently there was a crisis of missing clothing pieces brewing rather quickly back at the pomefiore dorm
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As vil stood before his immaculately organized wardrobe, his amethyst eyes narrowed in genuine perplexity at the sight In front of him. His clothes were sorted by season, color, occasion, and fabric, and even fabric weight! Yet even with his pristine organization, he couldn’t ignore the glaring gap in the section specifically sorted for silk
“Rook!” He called out, his voice a tight cord of restrained irritation as he stepped out of his room, his hands moving to rest on his hips, his perfectly cut brow raised
“Have you been in my wardrobe? My outer robe is missing.”
At an instant rook appeared from the corridor, but for once his usual springy step was accompanied by an air of deep contemplation..along with that it seemed his head was entirely bare
"Alas, roi des poisons" Rook sighed dramatically, placing a hand over his heart as he leaned against the wall
"I have not laid eyes upon your magnifique garment. In fact I am dealing with a tragedy of my own! My beloved chapeau has vanished! Un grand mystère! It seems a phantom thief stalks the halls of our beautiful dorm!”
Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, other arm crossed over his chest, he let out an almost irritated sigh
"I am not dealing with a phantom thief, rook. I am dealing with the disappearance of my robe. It is a vital component of my silhouette and I need it for the dorm leader meeting this afternoon. I refuse to be seen without it”
"Ah but fear not!" Rook’s eyes gleamed with the thrill of the chase, he pushed off the wall with a dramatic flair as he made his way over to vil
"Where there is a mystery the hunter shall find the truth! The trail of beauty never goes completely cold..Come, beau! Let us track down our missing treasures”
With a huff of annoyance, vil followed the vice housewarden, his heeled boots clicking intimidatingly against the polished marble floor
"It had better be a short hunt. I refuse to be seen looking incomplete."
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The hunt soon led them to the botanical garden where the afternoon sun filtered through the glass roof in warm golden beams. There you laid sideways across the entire length of the long iron bench with your knees tucked firmly against your chest
Vil stopped dead in his tracks, a breath of sheer, unadulterated horror catching in his throat as his eyes scanned your figure. Rook on the other hand, let out a soft and very delighted gasp as he immediately pressing a finger to his lips to quiet himself
You were fast asleep!
The floor length, heavily embroidered indigo robe was draped completely over your curled form. It was wrapped snugly around your shoulders and tucked beneath your chin like a makeshift blanket, engulfing you almost entirely. The luxurious long sleeves cascaded over the edge of the bench, pooling dangerously close to the dirt below..it also seemed that resting perfectly atop your head, tilted forward just enough to shield your sleeping face from the sun was a certain vibrant fedora with a deep red band and a distinct black feather…hm I wonder who could these things belong to
A thick textbook on astrology laid completely forgotten as it was precariously balanced against your bent hip. Hands having long since gone limp against the open pages
"Ah, regardez moi ça..” Rook whispered, his voice barely a breath as he slowly made his way closer to your sleeping form, his eyes crinkling with profound adoration as he tilted his head slightly
"The culprit is caught! but alas...they have stolen my heart just as easily as my hat..Look at our dear trickster! Is it not a picture of perfect unbothered peace? truly the embodiment of beauty!”
Vil looked as though he were fighting a fierce internal battle, he composed himself as he marched forward, his perfectly polished boots making a few soft clicks on the stone path. He stopped right beside the bench, his eyes darting from the creased and impossibly expensive silk to your softly parted lips before his gaze softened for a moment
"My dear, do you have any idea what you’re doing right now?” Vil murmured softly, ensuring he wouldn't wake you
“You..you’re wrinkling the silk! Not to mention wearing the items we’ve been looking for! Do you know how stress over things like this can ruin the skin?”
Despite his harsh words, there was absolutely no bite to his tone. Slowly, Vil reached out to you, but Instead of yanking his precious garment away, his gloved fingers gently pinched the edge of the collar, pulling it just a fraction higher around your neck so the cool greenhouse draft wouldn't reach you
He could’ve woken you up, lectured you on stealing his clothes, wrinkling the precious silk, daring to let it even graze the ground! But..it was you and somehow someway you had a soft spot in his heart
Suddenly you let out a soft and contented sigh in your sleeping state, subconsciously nuzzling into the thick fabric as your eyes remaining firmly shut beneath the brim of the fedora as you curled just a little bit tighter into a ball
Vil froze, a distinct yet lovely shade of pink dusted his cheekbones, He slowly withdrew his hand as his eyes softened into something incredibly fond
"Hopeless" he breathed softly, pinching the bridge of his nose “Absolutely hopeless."
Rook chuckled low and sweet as he stepped behind the head of the bench to lean over you. He gently adjusted the brim of his hat on your head, his knuckles lightly brushing your cheek
"mon ami..they are exhausted. It appears our little thief of beauty needed the comfort of our presence even if they had to borrow it from our wardrobes”
"If they are so prone to freezing" Vil huffed quietly, carefully perching himself on the very sliver of empty space at the foot of the bench, right next to your boots as he crossed one leg over the other in one swift and elegant motion
“they only need to ask. I will personally have something custom made just for them. I will not have them catching a cold in a drafty greenhouse or even in that..ramshackle dorm of their, nor will I have them wandering the campus drowning in garments twice their size.”
"Ah, but roi des poisons..” Rook smiled, maintaining his post near your head, his hand resting protectively on the backrest just inches from your shoulder as he gazed down at you "I believe they simply prefer the warmth that belongs to us”
Vil didn't argue, he merely brushed a stray leaf from the edge of his stolen robe, eyes scanning over your sleeping figure once more as he let out a content sigh
It seems he was perfectly content to one of his most prized garments to serve as your blanket for just a little while longer..
imagine having an argument with Idia's tablet in the middle of a hallway, and he's getting annoying so you just press the "end call" button and walk away.
Making coffee at home is so great because sometimes it tastes like gorgeous actual coffee youd get for $12 & other times it tastes like ashtray water and you never know what youre doing different to make it so
May I request Sebek trying to calmly ask Reader out? (He fails. To ask calmly, that is. He manages to bag that date, somehow).
Love all the fantastic work you write, honey <3
Jumbled confession from a half fae
You’ve cursed him! Or so..he thinks..after a long battle and a simple talk with Lilia he uncovers that he’s undeniably in love with you! Unfortunately for him he doesn’t really know how to take a calm approach on these types of things (‘-’*)
Sebek Zigvolt x gn!reader
Content warnings: very very awkward sebek, reader is not yuu/perfect
A/n: Awh hello, sweetheart! ヾ(´〓｀)ﾉ thank you soso much for the request anon and your kind words!! Truly you know how to flatter me (⋆ˆ ³ ˆ) I do adore when I have the chance to write for him so I really hope you enjoy!
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The symptoms were entirely unacceptable for a retainer of THE malleus draconia.
It was no shocker that sebek prided himself on his unwavering discipline, his sharp focus, and..unusually perfect health. Yet over the past few weeks, he had been plagued by a sudden and deeply concerning illness
Whenever the you entered a room, his heart would suddenly slam against his ribs like a trapped bird. His palms would grow uncharacteristically clammy, his face would burn with a sudden unexplainable fever..and worst of all, his usually booming voice would catch in his throat, reducing him to a mess of sputtering nonsense
At first, he assumed it was some latent curse or a strange airborne human sickness he had caught from spending too much time near you and he resolved to endure it with dignity!
But the final straw came when you had simply smiled at him in the cafeteria and offered him a napkin, your eyes glimmering as you held it out for him. He had frozen completely, his brain short circuiting, before he practically sprinted away without a word of thanks
Desperate, he decided it would be best if he sought out the wisdom of his elders
"Lilia-sama!" Sebek announced, standing rigidly at attention in the diasomnia lounge "I must report a critical vulnerability! I believe I am being subjected to a slow acting hex!"
Lilia, who was currently sipping a small cup of tomato juice raised a curious brow. He set the cup down on the small side table next to the leather couch before giving his full attention to him
"Oh? A hex, you say? What are the symptoms, Sebek?"
"It is most insidious” he reported, his brow furrowed in grave distress "It only activates in the presence of y/n..My heart rate accelerates to dangerous levels, My face overheats..and I find myself entirely unable to concentrate on my duties! It always feels as if my eyes keep wandering to locate them like they have placed some spell on me! One that forces my eyes to move wherever they are! Furthermore, when they speak to me my mind empties of all strategic thought! It is a clear attempt to compromise waka-samas guard!"
Lilia stared at him for a long, silent moment. Then a slow, highly amused grin spread across the young looking fae's face. He let out a sharp bark of laughter that quickly dissolved into outright cackling
"L-Lilia-sama?!" Sebek protested, his face already flushing in a deep crimson "This is a serious matter! I do not see what is so amusing about this!”
"Oh, it is serious indeed” Lilia chuckled, wiping a tear from his eye "A very severe case.. Fatal, in some instances though highly unlikely in yours. Sebek, my dear, dense boy. You are not cursed. You are in love."
Sebek froze, his body went rigid as the word echoed loudly in his ears, his brows furrowed as he took a moment to soak it in
"N-Nonsense!" Sebek boomed, taking a hasty step back "I am a knight! My only devotion is to waka-sama! I do not have the time nor the inclination for such...such frivolous human sentiments!"
"The heart cares little for your schedule" Lilia said with a knowing grin as he stood up, gently floating over to pat sebek’s rigid shoulder
"It is perfectly normal, my dear boy! You care for them. You wish to protect them. You find their presence intoxicating. It is nothing to be ashamed of! However, running away every time they approach you is hardly befitting a proud fae warrior”
Sebek swallowed hard, his mind racing lilia’s words unlocked every confusing interaction of the past month. The lingering glances, the bizarre urge to carry your books, the way your laughter made his stomach do flips. It wasn't a curse. It was just simply you
"What...what must I do?" Sebek asked, his voice entirely devoid of its usual volume as he tried to straighten out his posture
"Well” Lilia grinned, "humans typically resolve these feelings by taking the object of their affection on a romantic outing. A date! Just ask them out, sebek and remember breathe, Be calm, Be suave, practically sweep them off their feet!”
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“Be calm, Be suave, sweep them off their feet!”
Sebek repeated lilia's mantra in his head as he marched across the courtyard the following afternoon. He had spotted you sitting under an apple tree peacefully reading a book in the dappled sunlight
He had meticulously planned this. He would approach quietly, He would clear his throat politely, He would deliver a perfectly rehearsed and highly dignified invitation to accompany him to a newly opened café in town that served a highly rated pastry..It would be a flawless execution of romantic strategy!
He stopped a few feet away, taking in your figure before internally hyping himself up as he took a deep breath. He tried to summon the calm, cool demeanor of a seasoned knight and keep lilias advice in mind
"HUMAN!"
Sebek winced internally, his eye twitched slightly at his own volume..So much for quiet
You jumped slightly, nearly dropping your book and looked up. Seeing Sebek standing there, rigid as a board and practically vibrating with nervous energy, you offered a warm and familiar smile. "Oh! Sebek! It’s good to see you, what’s up?”
‘Stay calm. Deliver the speech’
"I—!" Sebek started, his voice still booming across the courtyard. Several passing students turned to look. Soon he realized his mistake and immediately tried to overcorrect, forcing his voice into a strained, incredibly unnatural whisper
"I have...I have come to inform you of a matter of utmost importance!”
You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you were clearly trying to suppress a giggle at his bizarre whispering "O-kayyy..I'm listening."
Sebek’s heart was hammering against his ribs. The perfectly rehearsed script vanished entirely from his brain and was immediately replaced by sheer panic. You were looking at him with those bright, attentive eyes and the "hex" was kicking in at full force. His face felt like it was on fire and he could swear his heart would pop out of his chest at any second!
"THE TOWN!" he shouted, his volume rocketing back to maximum which in return caused a nearby flock of crows to scatter in terror
"THE TOWN HAS A NEW ESTABLISHMENT! IT DISPENSES BAKED GOODS! I MUST ASSESS ITS QUALITY TO ENSURE IT IS FIT FOR THE WAKA-SAMA'S CONSUMPTION!"
You blinked, leaning back slightly from the sheer force of his projection, brows furrowing for a moment "Oh. That’s...very thoughtful of you, sebek!
"YES! IT IS!" Sebek barked, his fists clenched tightly at his sides as he fought a losing battle against his own overwhelming embarrassment, his cheeks now a very very noticeable shade of crimson
“HOWEVER! I REQUIRE A SECOND OPINION! HUMAN TASTEBUDS ARE NOTORIOUSLY FICKLE, SO IT IS ONLY LOGICAL THAT I BRING A HUMAN ALONG TO VERIFY THE RESULTS! THEREFORE, YOU WILL ACCOMPANY ME THIS SATURDAY AT NOON!"
Silence fell over the courtyard. Sebek stood there his chest heaving and his face still burned a brilliant shade of crimson
‘I failed!’ he thought frantically ‘I am neither calm nor suave. I am a disaster!’
You looked at him for a long moment as you slowly processed the aggressive and incredibly loud demand. You blinked once, twice..three times before a soft, fond smile broke across your face. You closed your book and stood up, stepping closer to him.
"Sebek" you said gently, looking up at him. "Are you shouting at me to go on a date with you?"
Sebek’s entire body went rigid. The jig was up! He could deny it, he could spin it back straight to diasomnia but lilia’s words echoed in his mind. “Running away is hardly befitting a warrior!”
He squeezed his eyes shut as he bowed his head slightly and prepared for rejection, for you to laugh, for anything other than acceptance
"YES!" he bellowed, though his voice wavered slightly with a shocking raw vulnerability "I AM AWARE MY DELIVERY WAS LACKING! BUT I...I FIND YOUR PRESENCE HIGHLY AGREEABLE! AND I WISH TO SPEND TIME WITH YOU! OUTSIDE OF SCHOOL HOURS! IF YOU WILL HAVE ME!"
He braced himself.
"I'd love to” you replied softly. His eyes snapped open and he stared at you, genuinely shocked for a moment
"You...You would? Despite my...volume?"
"Your volume is part of your charm” you laughed as you stepped just a bit closer. Carefully you rose onto your tiptoes and pressed a quick, soft kiss to his cheek
Sebek froze entirely, his eyes blowing wide. His face immediately flushed an impossibly deep shade of red, his hand lifting slowly to hover over the exact spot your lips had just been. The simple touch had sent a fresh wave of electricity straight to his heart, completely short circuiting his brain all over again…but this time, it didn't feel like a curse at all
"Saturday at noon sounds perfect" you added, practically beaming at his stunned expression "I'll meet you at your dorm”
Sebek's chest swelled with an unfamiliar, dizzying sense of absolute triumph. He stood up straighter, a proud and genuine grin breaking across his flustered face
"EXCELLENT!" he declared, looking as though he had just won a war single handedly “I SHALL ARRIVE FIFTEEN MINUTES EARLY! DO NOT KEEP ME WAITING, HUMAN!"
As he spun on his heel and marched away, practically floating on air, you couldn't help but laugh. It hadn't been calm and it certainly hadn't been suave, but as you watched the proud half fae practically skip back toward diasomnia with his hand still pressed to his cheek, you decided it was definitely the best way you had ever been asked out
Could perhaps get something like rook and vil with a reader who wants to start doing makeup and skincare stuff but doesn't have any of the things needed so they go up to them for he'll and reccomendations ..... bonus points for them having a crush on the Reader ....
les plus beaux ♡
When you want to learn the basics of makeup and skin care you can only think to ask a certain housewarden and vice housewarden and luckily they are so much more than happy to give you guidance! (´⌣`ʃƪ)
Rook Hunt and Vil Schoenheit x gn! Reader
Content warnings: reader is not yuu/perfect, crypticalienn has very little knowledge on skincare (research was done!)
A/n: Ah, hello! ღゝ◡╹)ノthank you so much for the request, seeing a rook and vil request has filled my heart with so much joy! I wasn’t sure if you wanted them separately or not..I did in fact make it so that it wasn’t but I will gladly make it separate if that is preferred! (Hcs are separate though!) Please enjoy! ♡ ～('▽^人)
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The familiar scent of expensive botanical extracts, crushed lilies, and meticulous discipline always hung heavy in the pomefiore lounge, but tonight it felt thick enough to choke on. You stood just inside the threshold of the lavishly decorated room, nervously shifting your weight from foot to foot and In your hands you tightly clutched a completely blank notebook, using it like a shield against the sheer, intimidating elegance of the dorm.
You had spent three days psyching yourself up for this. You wanted to start taking care of your skin more and maybe even experiment with some light makeup but a single trip to the sam's mystery shop had left you completely overwhelmed and even more confused than before. You didn't own a single product and truth be told, you didn't know the difference between toner and serum or what they even did which led you to desperately needed help.
"Oh, Ma Chère! What a radiant surprise!"
Rook appeared almost out of thin air, his fedora tilted at a rakish angle, his green eyes gleaming with an immediate yet intense focus that made your stomach do a nervous flip. He swiftly stepped into your personal space, his gloved hands clasping together over his chest
"To what do we owe the honor of your presence in our quiet dormitory on this magnifique evening~?"
You took a moment, eyes scanning over his face for a moment before you blurted it out into the open air
"Well..I want to start a skincare and maybe even a makeup routine? But I don't own a single thing and I have absolutely no idea what I’m doing. I was hoping…maybe you guys could give me some recommendations?"
The silence that followed lasted exactly two seconds. Then, the heavy, gilded double doors of vil’s private quarters swung open. The elegant housewarden stepped out, his amethyst colored eyes sweeping over you with the terrifying intensity of a medical scanner. Instantly you tensed up, grip on the notebook tightening as you braced yourself, half expecting a lecture on your current lack of a regimen
Instead, vil’s lips curved into a rare, genuinely radiant smile that made your heart skip a beat
"Well," Vil started, his voice a smooth and commanding melody as he descended the stairs, his posture absolutely perfect as he kept his eyes on your figure
"My, sweet potato It seems you’ve finally decided to treat your skin like the precious canvas it is. Now sit down at the vanity. Rook, fetch the evaluation mirrors and the sanitized brushes”
"Right away, roi du poison!" Rook beamed, but before he turned to leave, he cast a lingering, incredibly softened glance your way
"Ah, to witness the awakening of a beautiful flower...truly, my heart sings!"
And with that, for the next two hours, you were the absolute center of the universe.
Vil sat you down in a plush velvet chair in front of a massive, illuminated mirror. He stood directly behind you, leaning down so his face was mere inches from yours in the glass. The scent of his rose and sandalwood perfume washed over you.
"First, my dear, we assess” Vil murmured. He removed his gloves, revealing his long fair toned fingers with a perfect manicure to match. When he reached out to touch your face, his skin was surprisingly warm. His fingertips traced your jawline, gently turning your face from side to side to catch the light. His touch was incredibly precise, yet so gentle it almost made your skin tingle. You caught his eyes in the mirror, his gaze was fierce but there was an underlying softness there, an almost quiet, burning intensity that had nothing to do with cosmetics
"To start, your skin has an excellent natural barrier, but from the feel of it, it's thirsty" Vil diagnosed, his thumb brushing lightly across your cheekbone. He held the contact for a fraction of a second longer than necessary before reluctantly pulling his hand away, keeping his composer
“First off, will start with hydration. A gentle, ph-balanced cleanser, a soothing toner, and a lightweight moisturizer with SPF. Consistency is your holy grail. If you skip a night, I will know."
"Ah~ and look at how the lighting catches the high planes of their face, absolument époustouflant, parfait, élégant, you Mon cœur are the embodiment of perfection!” Rook chimed in, singing praises as he leaned over the arm of your chair. He had abandoned his hat somewhere behind him and his golden hair fell loosely around his face as he stared at you with unadulterated adoration
"Truly, nature has already blessed them with such marvelous structure. We are merely framing a masterpiece!"
Rook reached out, his hand hovering over yours where it rested on your knee "May I?" he asked softly, a rare note of genuine vulnerability in his usually theatrical voice.
When you nodded, he gently lifted your hand, using the back of your wrist to swatch a few different shades of a hydrating tinted moisturizer. His fingers were steady, but his thumb traced slow, deliberate circles against your skin as he evaluated the color
"Look at that blend, Ma Chère..” Rook whispered, his voice dropping to a low, intimate register that sent a shiver straight down your spine
"It mimics the warmth of your soul. A perfect match."
"Now now, don't fill their head with too much poetry, rook. They need practical instructions” Vil chided, though his own cheeks were dusted in a faint, unusual dust of pink. Vil stepped closer, picking up a clear brow gel and a tinted lip balm. He leaned in close again, his chest almost pressing against your shoulder
“Now if you would, look up for me.”
You looked up, completely trapped between vil’s commanding presence above you and rook’s intense, adoring gaze beside you. He gently applied the balm to your lips, his gaze dropping to your mouth with a look of intense concentration and something else that felt dangerously like hunger and adoration.
"There” Vil murmured, his voice slightly thicker than before, his lips tugged into an unusually soft smile as his eyes scanned over your face for a moment, soon letting out a sigh of satisfaction before pulling away, eyes finding your face in the mirror
"A natural, healthy flush. Perfect."
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Before you could even think about asking where to buy these items or how much they would cost, vil vanished into his room and returned with a beautifully embossed, heavy white box tied with a satin lavender ribbon. He placed it gently in your lap
"Open it” he commanded softly
Inside was every single product they had just tested on you all brand new, full sized, and gleaming in their luxury packaging
"Vil? I can't accept this” you stammered, your face burning “This must cost a fortune!"
Vil simply raised a hand, a soft, incredibly tender smile crossing his face as he looked down at you
"Nonsense, Consider it an investment in your future, and perhaps...an investment in the person who has caught the eye of the Pomefiore Housewarden. A true beauty never worries about the bill"
"And do not worry about the application, mon Amour!" Rook added, stepping forward to gallantly take the heavy box from your lap to carry it for you. He leaned down, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to the back of your hand, his eyes locking onto yours with burning affection
“I shall be at your dorm tomorrow morning at dawn to guide your lovely hands through the first routine! We wouldn't want you to feel lonely on this new journey, would we?"
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Now what do they recommend?
Vil Schoenheit 👑
-A high end, non comedogenic cleanser and a luxury hyaluronic acid serum that may or may not be made by him..
-He’s also very big on toner, something that fits your skin type to help it flourish is his go to!
“Only the best for a face under my supervision."
Base wise,,
-A premium tinted moisturizer or BB/CC cream
-Vil absolutely refuses to let you cake your skin in heavy foundation for your first try
As for accents,,
-A berry tinted lip oil and a clear brow gel
"Framing the eyes and hydrating the lips changes the entire face structure."
Rook Hunt 🏹
-A refreshing rosewater and aloe facial mist
-Definitely gives you something like a daily spf crème without a scent or with a floral scent
"For a burst of life when you miss me during the day, Ma Chère!"
Base wise,,
-A subtle liquid highlighter
-Rook wants to see you shimmer like liquid gold shimmer more than you already do
As for accents,,
-A simple soft warm cream blush with a jelly applicator
-Though rook secretly notes that your natural blush when he compliments you is his absolute favorite shade in existence
I just want to address this in a post since I’ve gotten multiple asks for things like this, I don’t feel comfortable writing dubcon, cnc, or anything of the sort and any asks that come through will not be answered if they contain that.
Non related to the first one, I won’t be writing romantic anything for ortho as I’ve said before (found family types of things are perfectly acceptable though or if it’s silly hcs or a drabble I’d be more than happy to write in that context!)
Other than that I believe that’s all I have to address, requests remain open otherwise!please understand and thank you so much for taking the time to read this (́◡◝)
Honestly I feel like we don’t talk about how much yuu gets disrespected in game, like so many characters will dog on them for not being a good perfect (and obviously for other things) but…keep in mind they were transported to a world where magic exists and they have none
And regardless of getting disrespected they’re still expected to help with overblotts, solve other peoples problems that they got themselves into (I.e the whole azul contract thing in book 3), and risk their life just to help people who disrespect them..
I think honestly I need an AU where at some point the perfect just starts saying no to everyone because who do the characters think are disrespecting them…?
What happens when you’re being pinned after by THE leona kingscholar and THE vil schoenheit?
Leona Kingscholar x Vil Schoenheit x GN! Yuu!reader
Content warnings: Ex’s!leovil, sexual tension, 3 way, reader won’t be able to walk tomorrow, gn! but afab body parts are mentioned, praise, degrading, leona and vil kiss (for a second hehehe), anal, creampie, not proofread, a little bit of ooc vil
A/n: Hello my lovely readers (ᗒᗨᗕ) leovil has been on my mind a lot as of late and the thought of being sandwiched between them has ALSO been on my mind..I wanted to put that into writing so here we are! This is me still getting back into writing smut so please give me grace if it’s not the best..besides that please enjoy (´⌣`ʃƪ)
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Ever since you got to twisted wonderland you thought you’ve seen it all, from talking cats to crazy overblot housewardens, and just the very existence of magic. That being said, you also thought you’ve experienced it all
That was far from true
Sure you’ve been able to do so many things in this very chaotic world that you would never in a million years see yourself doing, one of those things is being sandwiched in between the leona kingscholar and the vil schoenheit
Their hands feeling all over your body, cocks filling both of your holes simultaneously while one of the men has his face buried deep in the crook of your neck, biting and kissing the tender skin while the other toyed with your nipples, gently rolling the buds in between his fingers while he praises you for being so good for him, for them.
Truthfully you weren’t complaining, I mean anyone would kill to be in your position right now, both men being so hungry for you, one trying to fuck you better than the other while hitting all the right spots. Due to the fact they both had been pinning you for a while now and with the added fact they were ex’s (and how absolutely stubborn both of them can be) they obviously turned this into a competition for your love and neither of them were backing down.
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"Such exquisite beauty shouldn't be wasted on a beast who can't appreciate the finer details..look at how your skin flushes so perfectly under my touch….unlike that lazy lion who'd rather doze than savor every curve."
Vil shoots leona a glare that could kill a slight scowl on his face before he meets your gaze once more, his expression changed back to pure admiration and focus
"Tell me, darling, does his slothful nature ever leave you wanting more? I can see it in your eyes, you crave someone who truly appreciates every inch."
His lips brushed your ear, degrading leona with every word as his freshly manicured fingers digging into the plush skin of your thighs as he held them spread wide
Behind you, leona growled low in his throat, his sharp teeth grazing the nape of your neck while his thick cock pushed past the tight ring of your ass, inch by inch, until he was buried balls deep.
“Hey why don’t you shut your damn mouth, schoenheit.”
the lion beastman rumbled, his tail lashing against the sheets as he started a slow, grinding pace that made your body jolt between them
"They’re clenching around me so fucking tight..hear that? This pretty little herbivore is loving my cock more than whatever fancy performance you're putting on up front."
He boasted, hips slamming hard as he focused his mouth to lick the sensitive skin of your neck, dark red marks forming in his path.
Your moans filled the humid air, mixing with the wet slap of skin and the heavy scent of sweat and arousal as the two ex lovers sandwiched you, their rivalry fueling every movement. Vil's elegant features twisted in a smirk as he leaned in to nip and kiss at your collarbone, leaving a blooming mark while his cock dragged against that sensitive spot inside of you
"My, listen to those little moans..go on, my dear, tell this oaf how much better it feels when someone knows all the right spots to hit. Taking me so beautifully because they crave perfection, not some mangy lion's lazy rutting”
His pace quickest ever so slightly, your head rests lazily on his shoulder as your arms wrap around him, a string of moans slipping past your lips
“Tell him, darling..tell him how my cock feels better inside of you..how you crave me more than you ever will him"
leona countered by yanking vil closer, their lips clashing in a heated kiss born of old passion before focusing back onto you, your body sandwiched between them as they competed and overstimulated you
Leona licked the warm skin of your shoulder before sinking his teeth down, hips snapping harder to bury himself in your ass with bruising force, one clawed hand reaching around to rub circles on your clit roughly.
"Bullshit. Feel how they’re pushin’ back on me? This ass was made for a real predator like me. Say it, herbivore. Say you want me to fill you up while this pretty boy watches."
The words spilled between growls and gasps, their voices overlapping in a heated tangle of praise and degradation that sent sparks racing up your spine, bodies slick and moving in fierce competition as vil's thrusts grew sharper and leona's grip tightened possessively, your cries echoed as pleasure built to shattering peaks.
Their rivalry turned into something that was almost shared worship, praise and degradation blending until you came undone between them. only stiffiled moans and gasps escaping your lips as you reach your peak.
Just as you came, so did they. Warm liquid filling you up as they guided you to ride your high out, seemingly much gentler than before
When their pace finally slowed, both men eased out of you with careful tenderness. Leona's rough tongue lapping at the bite marks he'd left while vil fetched a warm cloth from the basin to clean between your legs
"I apologize if we were too rough, my dear. You did wonderful so now I insist you relax”
Vil murmured, as he smoothed your hair, murmuring apologies laced with care for any marks left behind. His tone was soft as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, fingers gentle as they wiped away the mess slowly spilling out of you.
Leona pulled you against his chest, rumbling contentedly as he nuzzled your hair, one arm draped over your waist.
“Tch..you did good herbivore, we've got all night to figure out who you likes better but right now, you're ours to take care of.”
And with that leona led you to lay down, sliding under the covers with his arms wrapped protectively around you, vil sliding under the worn sheets next to you, for a moment it seemed as if their rivalry was put to a pause as they both held you tight
You knew in the morning it would go back to how it was but for now you were savoring every second of it.
“And then I said, that's not a demon, that's my wife!”
In which you finally get them to play demonology with you! What types of players are they? Are they any good? That’s for yuu to find out! (-‿◦)
Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade (separate) x gn! Reader
Content warnings: Ace being dumb, unserious writing, fluff, non canon, reader is implied to be yuu/perfect!
A/n: hello!! summer has arrived..that means more writing! (*^‿^*) This is just a little silly something that manifested from late game nights with my friend and random discussions on how the twst boys would play..so this isn’t anything serious, still I hope everyone enjoys! ╰(▔∀▔)╯
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It took..an embarrassing amount of convincing him to play with you and the only way you could was through some good ol’ bribery of course!
“Please! I swear one game and that’s it, it’s so fun!”
“Like I said before, there’s NO way I’m going to play that-“
“I’ll paint the roses and feed the flamingos so you don’t have to!”
“That’s not-“
“I’ll also have Trey make double strawberry tarts for you.”
“….”
“….”
“Okay fine..”
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Ace Trappola ♥️
-goes into it with way too much confidence..
-when you explained how to play and said it could be a little difficult he genuinely laughed in your face
“PFFFT- really?! That’s it? Please y/n this is easy work, just go in, identify the ghost, and leave that’s like..number one easiest thing on earth!”
“Well actually ace-“
“Watch this!”
-aaannnddd fastest time for someone having their confidence crushed goes to ace! Round of applause everyone!!
-the second his character steps into the house he treats it like a speed run of sorts
-will go through every room and use the spirit box to irritate the ghost
-oh sevens help him he found the cursed object..(which he WILL use so much it triggers a ghost event)
-expect him to walk behind you the entire time using you as a shield, he’ll say he’s just covering extra ground behind you but the second the EMF reader spikes up he’s turning around and running out the door
Will tell you it’s just because he needed to get another item..totally not because that scared him
-the first time a ghost event triggers he’s blaming you??
“What?!! What did you do? Why is it angry?”
“ACE YOU DID THAT.”
-give him 5 seconds and he’s crossing off and selecting whatever he feels is right as evidence in the book.
-won’t give you a chance to have a look through yourself and he WILL guess for the both of you and head to the car
“See it’s obviously a phantom!”
“…ace you got it wrong it was an oni.”
“WHAT? no shot this game is totally rigged!”
-the second you offer him to play another round he scoffs
“Nah..it’s already late and the game is totally glitched out if it’s saying I got it wrong! Let’s just do something else”
Deuce spade ♠️
-still extremely hesitant but when you explain the game to him he can’t help but notice how excited you get so he’s willing to stick it out!
-the second you spawn in he insists on taking the spirit box, EMF reader, and the black light just so you don’t have to worry about that
-unfortunately his sense of direction is nearly nonexistent in the game and he gets turned around almost immediately in the second story house
“Ah..I’m not entirely sure if I’m in the upstairs or downstairs bathroom but I’m in one of them..oh wait the lights just turned on”
-once he figures it out though he’ll try to set up a strategy plan and actually try his best to play
-he gets panicked easily at the slam of doors or if something gets thrown across the room and even if he tries to hide it the gasp and furrow of his brows betrays him
-unlike ace he doesn’t immediately run or use you as a shield! He actually stays right by your side as he takes out everything he can to try and figure out where the ghost is
“Wait what’s considered freezing? Over here in the kitchen it’s 55 but in the living room it’s 32? Does that mean anything..?”
-when a ghost hunt is triggered his first instinct is to find the ghost so it gets to him first..though due to the adrenaline pumping through his veins he gets turned around while having the ghost chase him for so long the hunt eventually ends
-thoroughly checks through evidence and doesn’t rush..which if you already have the evidence you need and are led to the conclusion of one entity might be a little annoying
“Wait but..there was freezing temperatures so it could be a banshee..oh but was it freezing? And there wasn’t really any shattering glass..”
“Deuce-“
“Did the emf go up to a level 5? Or was it just my imagination…”
-eventually you two end up picking whichever you think it is resulting in a resounding loss..
-will feel bad..genuinely
“Oh it was a vex? The plant withered and there were ghost orbs…? How did I not catch that I’m so sorry!”
“Deuce it’s okay really! This is about trial and error we can just play again”
“Oh..well I guess you’re right. I swear I’ll work harder to get it right for the both of us!”
-and he does! Honestly? He enjoys the game and how much teamwork is involved with it so..surprisingly he will favor it and get better!
Something something Vil demanding Epel learn how to dance… something something reader volunteering to teach Epel… something something fluff and idiots in love…
Dancing like you have two left feet!
In which vil demands epel to learn how to dance as in proper pomefiore standards..YOU just so happen to know how to dance and are more than willing to help the boy you like learn ٩(＾◡＾)۶
Content warnings: fluff, idiots in love, very bad southern slang
A/n: hello hello anon!! I’m picking up what you’re putting down and I love it!! This was soso fun for me to write especially after being a little busy the past few days so I really hope you enjoy ヽ(o♡o)/
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The grand chandelier of the ballroom casted an unyielding spotlight on the polished marble floor and simultaneously right onto epels misery
"Posture, epel! You look like a slouching grotesque! As a student of pomefiore you should already know that one must glide across the floor with the grace of a swan, not stomp about like a startled elephant!”
Vil’s sharp, exasperated voice echoed through the enormous room. He tapped his heel rhythmically against the floor, his arms crossed flawlessly over his chest
In the center of the room epel groaned softly, his shoulders dropping as he tripped over his polished boots for what felt like the hundredth time already (it most definitely was..) If anyone knew him they knew he absolutely hated the waltz as he thought of it as too stiff, too prissy, and totally exhausting especially when he had no desire to do it whatsoever
Personally he’d much rather be doing something else like playing a few matches of spell drive
As he stood there completely excused with his hands on his hips a voice broke suddenly broke through
“Vil? I’d be more than happy to help epel if you’d like” you volunteered from the side as you push off of the plush velvet sofa, making your way onto the main floor
Vil pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling a long and tired sigh that carried the weight of a thousand ruined performances
"Fine. Perhaps a change of partner will shock his system into some semblance of rhythm. I warn you though, if he still looks like a newborn fawn on ice by dinner, I am holding you both responsible."
He glared at the both of you for a moment, with a dramatic pivot, the dorm leader swept out of the room, the heavy oak doors clicking shut behind him
The moment they were alone, epel let out a massive sigh, as he buried his face in his hands. He kicked lightly at the floorboards, muttering under his breath
“I'm just hopeless at this. Back in harveston if you wanna dance, you’d just link arms 'n spin till ya can’t no more! None of this 'one-two-three, point-your-toe' nonsense..”
"You're not hopeless, epel” you smiled warmly, carefully stepping into his space, eyes on his
"Vil is just an incredibly intense teacher…I feel as if he forgets that not everyone was born wearing dancing shoes which is totally fine! I’ve had a few years of dancing when I was younger so just.. here, give me your hand”
Epel’s head snapped up to look at you, his face instantly flushed a vibrant shade of crimson. There was a long moment of hesitation on his part as he stared at your open hand, he swallowed nervously before placing his hand in yours. His palms were slightly calloused, a secret testament to his hard work back home
He was so rigid you could feel his heartbeat hammering frantically against his ribs as you pulled him closer, guiding one of his arms around your waist. The honest truth was that epel wasn't just struggling with the dance steps, he was struggling to function entirely. How could he possibly concentrate on his footwork and pacing when the one person he was completely head over heels for was standing this close to him?
"Hey..just breathe” you murmured softly, keeping your voice low and encouraging. "Don't look at your feet. Look at me and I'll guide you..Ready? One, two, three..."
You swayed together, taking slow, deliberate steps. You were equally as nervous as epel if not a little more. You prayed to the great sevens that he wouldn’t notice how sweaty your hand was getting or how your cheeks were dusted a soft rosy pink..For a few uninterrupted minutes it was peaceful. Epel’s tense shoulders slowly dropped and his movements had become a little less jerky as he let you lead him across the floor. He let out a shaky breath, his lavender hair bouncing slightly with each step, he didn’t dare meet your eyes knowing that if he caught a glance at you the same time you did him, he’d surely loose the little bit of rhythm and control he had
"See? You're doing great..once you get the hang of it, it’s not too bad and Y’know you’re catching on quick” you praised, beaming up at him, only having to tilt your head up a little bit
Epel looked down at your smile and his brain nearly short circuited. He completely forgot about the music, the steps, and where he was placing his feet. He just looked at the way your eyes glimmered in the chandelier light, how your lips were curled into the smile he always loved to see, it was like time had stopped as he admired you…and then he stepped forward directly onto his own heel
With a startled yelp he pitched backwards, Desperate to keep from dragging you down with him, he twisted his body and somehow managed to catch his balance at the last second. The maneuver resulted in him wrapping both arms securely around you, pulling you flush against his chest as you both came to a sudden, breathless halt in a dip position
The ballroom fell completely silent, the only sounds was his slightly panicked breathing as he held you up with ease
You were mere inches apart breathing the same air, so close you could feel the frantic fluttering rhythm of his heart against yours. Epel's face was so red it rivaled the ripest apple in his family's orchard which was funny due to the fact that you’ve never seen him in such a state
"Gosh dangit! I’m so sorry that wasn’t..I din’t mean to do that!” he stammered, his southern drawl slipping out entirely in his panic. He didn't let go of you though, his arms were still wrapped securely around you
“I didn't mean to It’s just...I swear my head gets all muddled when I’m around you”
"Muddled?" you teased softly, making absolutely no move to step away from his embrace (YOU ARE RIGHT WHERE YOU WANNA BEEEE) as your hands rested comfortably against his chest
A moment passes and epel swallows hard, his wide bright blue eyes searching yours frantically as if he was trying to read your intent. He was tired of hiding it, tired of feeling like he was constantly stumbling over his own feelings as much as his feet
"Because..because I like you” he blurted out, his voice cracking slightly before he forced himself to hold your gaze
"And it’s more than just a friend. You’re just so damn patient with me, and you don't treat me like I'm fragile..you treat me like I wanna be treated see me how I wanna be seen.. N’ can't stop thinkin' about ya, and bein' this close to you like this is driving me crazy." He squeezed his eyes shut, bracing himself for rejection, hands still firmly holding you though he was willing at any moment to let you go if you wanted
Instead of pulling away, you let out a soft laugh. It wasn’t a mocking laugh to make fun of his confession, no..it was a laugh of affection. Your heart was doing flips in your chest and if you listened closely you’d be able to hear it. "You really are an idiot, epel felmier."
He opened one eye, looking at you nervously, confusion immediately taking over and pushing his fear aside
“Wait..huh?”
"I like you too” you whispered, leaning up to press a gentle and lingering kiss to his overly warm cheek. You felt him shiver, a breathless gasp escaping his lips. The moment you pulled back to look up at him you could see his flushed cheeks deepening in color, the way his pupil dilated as he gazed at you with one open eye
"I volunteered to help because I wanted an excuse to hold your hand and talk to you a little more…so would you like to continue or just stay like this”
Your words were genuine and playful as epel slowly opened both eyes, the anxiety melting away to reveal a shy but blindingly genuine smile. He let out a soft laugh of his own, his grip on your waist tightening just a fraction as he rested his forehead against yours
"I think..”he murmured his voice softened as he spoke
"I'd much rather just stay right here for a little longer”
Hello my dears!!! I really appreciate all of the love and support I’ve been getting on my work ⸂⸂⸜(രᴗര๑)⸝⸃⸃ I have been absolutely crammed with trying to get things in for my classes (hence why I’ve been lacking in posts ( ɵ̥̥‸ɵ̥̥) ) but as I finish up final exams n all that good stuff I’ve cleared my schedule to finish up drafts!
My asks are still open so if anyone has anything they’d want me to write I’d be more than happy too ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ̀ˋ
And you see, if no one knew what leovil was and saw this I’d say it explains them perfectly മ◡മ
As you said, they very much do act like a bitter divorced couple and I am HERE for it
I think it’s such a silly dynamic especially considering how opposite they are from eachother?? Sigh sigh, I’m kicking my feet and twirling my hair as I think about leovil ♡＼(￣▽￣)／♡
I believe this can also perfectly describe leovil d(>_・ )
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