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— EMAILS FOR MY BELOVED ft. housewardens + Silver & Jamil . . x gn reader

a/n: read the note at the bottom for further context.

implied that all of these have established relationships beforehand.

silver did in fact fall asleep mid typing, he hit send when he shifted his head & jamil had to move the date down to later onto the day since he was busy with work and kalim for most of it.

I really tried with riddle's poem, but I also hate writing poems, so . .

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000.5. "dressed for grief"

— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! Y/N L/N, the newly crowned Emperor takes the court by storm—after dethroning their father, who at the end of his reign almost led his empire to a downfall—Now, Y/n must deal with the after affects of their father's reign and stabilize the Empire . . starting by . . taking in Concubine's? . . stay tuned to see what this new Emperor has planned!!

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“Hold still”, Yuuken says as he rubs some more powder on your face, “we need to make you look pale, sickly”, he adds, as he brushes some blush underneath your eyes blending it out with his finger, adding a very teary effect. 

“Feeling very attractive right now”, you say monotonically, sarcasm lining your words, as your eyes remain closed, Yuuken rolls his eyes and he swears It would’ve gone to the back of his skull by now, with how you've been behaving for the past hour, as he prepped you, gave you what can only be described as media training in modern terms.  

“It’s still not right”, he mumbles under his breath, massacring his pile of makeup, because yes, he does where makeup, he needs his complexion to be up to par, although he’d never admit that because you and Yuuka make fun of him for unpractical reasons a little too much, and he’s a little embarrassed of it. 

“Wow okay . .  Feeling very loved right now”, you mumble playfully, and you can just imagine the way Yuuken backs away, “No . . Not like that—you know what I meant—”, he says in frustration, “Why is it so hard to make you look fucking sad?!?”, he says out loud this time, “It’s usually fucking easy”,  . . . “You do this on a regular basis?”. 

There was a moment of silence between you both, before he replied, “These tear ducts don’t come naturally honey, it’s tired-chic.”

There was a pause between you too, before you replied, “Alright.” 

Time: 11:49 am Setting: Side palace, Y/n’s current room. 

Yuuka knocks on the door to your room, “Yuuken, I got the rags—clothes you wanted”, she quickly corrected herself, as she entered your room without bothering to wait for someone to open the door first or allow her in the room. 

“I’m not wearing that”, you quickly say as you finally sit up after what felt like hours, “C’mon, we need the ministers to see you looking distraught, I don't want father killer rumors going around early in your reign”, Yuuken says, grasping your shoulders, looking a tinsy bit worried and you could finally notice the uneasy radiating off of him. 

You purse your lips shut, “It’s fine, he was half dead anyway”, you mumbled softly, after a few seconds of silence you added, “He died in the throne room, on his throne, where he spend his lifetime, just like he wanted.”, and you hated the look of pity he directed towards you, goddamn Yuuken and his overcompensating care. 

Yuuka buds in, considering the heavy atmosphere, she chuckles softly, “You look great”, the words knock you and Yuuken out of your trance, you stayed silent for a moment but a ghost of a smile takes over you features, “They’re not supposed to look good, they’re supposed to be sad . .  Damnit”, Yuuken dramatically falls to the ground in frustration and Yuuka just laughs, walking up to you, “Let me fix it”, she says, sitting you back down on that goddamn stool again, you felt like a doll, those porcelain dolls that they sell at the pawnshop at the corner of Town square.  

Yuuka, grabbed some make-up, carelessly, as one of her hands held your chin up, her hands were rough, but warm, “close your eyes”, and you do without complaint, didn’t bother adding a snide remark or complaint like you did with Yuuken moments prior, she rubbed something on your eyes, you couldn’t really tell If it was mascara or eyeliner. 

Then she licked her thumb, wetting it before smudging the makeup on your face even more carelessly, smudging, rubbing, before she stopped, “Perfect”, she announces, and your face drops slightly as she let go of your chin, “That was gross”, you mumble trying to ease the weird uncomfortable and warm nerves she set off, “but effective, you look sad now”, Yuuken adds in, making his presence known. “Why can’t I just look happy, everyone wanted that fucker dead”, you mumble, even though you know the answer, he didn’t reply, probably deeming your words not necessary of a response. 

Time: 3:46pm Setting: Outside the Emperor’s Study, Main palace.

Yuuka straightens her posture when she hears footsteps, looking all the posed guard she was supposed to be, only to slump back when she realizes it's another maid, too much in a hurry to note how much she was slacking. She sighed, leaning back against the door, trying her best to hear the conversation going on inside. 

It was a difficult task, considering how thick the palace walls were, including the doors. 

The court officials, and certain key players in the aristocracy were in the room discussing with y/n about their coronation and a bunch of other power dynamics and governmental shit she didn't really bother studying when she was younger—She's starting to regret that now—she leans further into the thick oak doors, trying to hear anything she could . . 

‘Nothing—Goddamn it’, her hands clenched into fists, as she let out a groan of frustration. . when the door opens, Yuuken exits the room.  

Yuuka approached him immediately, her hands on his shoulders, “Got anything useful?”, “Where to start”, he responded with an exasperated sigh, “I swear their making me age ten times faster”, he added, “So that’s why I’ve been seeing more wrinkles—”, “What wrinkles?”, she chuckled, “kidding, don’t be such a killjoy”. 

Yuuken leaned against the wall, “So, first of all they moved up the date for Y/n’s Coronation, which means so much more paperwork”, he sighs dramatically, and Yuuka can almost see the pain and anguish in his eyes, “so so so much more work.”   

“Don’t you have people who work with you”, “Incompetent motherfuckers who can’t even write properly” . . “Okay . . this feels like a problem of your own making.”, Yuuka pointed out smoothly as she stretched her arms, “Got anything else?—besides your impending workload?”, she asks. 

“Well . . the ministers were asking how y/n plans on dealing with what’s left of the empire after her father’s rule, like trade relationships with nearby countries, and well . .  a lot . . I zoned out after they mentioned taking in Concubines.”

“Excuse me?” Yuuka starts, and Yuuken just sighs and nods, “They’re going to start a harem?”, she asks and he nods again, “What. The. Fuck.”, she says finally standing upright, “You've got to be fucking kidding me, they can’t even take care of themselves, you’re telling me they’re going to handle a harem, please.” She adds quickly, rubbing her temple in frustration, “Maybe I should go in and slap the shit out of them . .  Knock some sense in that noggin you know?” 

“That’s treason”, “Is it?”

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Yuuken probably has costume jewelry too . . Men wearing make-up core, we love to see it. Yes he wears a corset, fight me.

Lowkey after finishing writing, Yuuka, Yuuken, and Y/n's friendship feels like those meme's of like "Two girls one guy friendships <333", because that is exactly what it is.

Can you feel the subtle gayness from Yuuka & Y/n, i'm trying so hard to be subtle about it, but like UGH, I have this vision for the two of them, yes this is primarily because I'm a Yuuka lover, sue me.

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000. "butchering the crime scene"

— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! Y/N L/N, the newly crowned Emperor takes the court by storm—after dethroning their father, who at the end of his reign almost led his empire to a downfall—Now, Y/n must deal with the after affects of their father's reign and stabilize the Empire . . starting by . . taking in Concubine's? . . stay tuned to see what this new Emperor has planned!!

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The floorboards creaked under his weight, the potent stench of raw flesh filled the room as the red stain of blood covered the wood, seeping into the cracks. 

You let out a sigh, as you stared up at the ceiling, no one was in the room . . No one even questioned you as you entered the throne-room minutes prior, it was empty except for your father's presence. You let your sword fall, clattering to the floor, as your shoulders gave out, you held your breath and closed your eyes, preventing any tears you may have had from falling. 

You give yourself a minute or two, to calm yourself down; most of the ministers had long since given up on your father, you had too.

None of your siblings wanted the throne, it was too much of a risk after your father's reign and cruelty, in finer words . . too much effort. Up until a few days ago, a few of your siblings were still up to the task of becoming the heir, and then your father made another shitty declaration, this one worse than the others, which led to a fast and well efficient revolt . . Which led to your incompetent siblings fleeing the Empire . . and now you’re here, standing in front of your father’s corpse. 

The once lively throne room, you remember from your childhood, was now dark, a shadow of its former glory, a fitting setting for his death. 

You tried not to look down at his body, reaching up to pinch the bridge of your nose, so you didn't smell the stench anymore. 

You looked up, and the throne came into view, the gold encrusted chair that seemed to drown the entire room, it was huge . . overbearing, everything ruling an Empire should be. . . You wrote an essay on it once, the metaphor of the throne for one of your teachers when you were younger . . . Trien was it?, really not the time to be thinking about something so meaningless, but your mind was racing for a change of subject, a reason to dissociate.  

You moved back, and froze once you heard a familiar voice, two in fact, "Y/n?", Yuuka approached you first, not minding the blood, coming in to check on you, you felt warm hands cup your cheeks, knocking you out of your stupor, you blinked, processing her presence, before you replied softly, “I’m fine”, you sounded so small . . so out of it . . was your throat always this dry? . . 

"God what are you doin—Oh my GOD", Yuuken drops his files in shock once the corpse comes into view, “That’s the emperor”, he points out the obvious, his jaw open in shock and you swear his face went three shades lighter upon the sight, . . he’s acting like he’s never seen a corpse before . . you thought to yourself. 

You forced a smile, “was.” you corrected smoothly, as Yuuka squished your cheeks, “Are you alright?”, she asked in that gentle tone that honestly made you feel like a child acting out, your eyes met her wary gaze . . she looked worried, but there was something else, something akin to pity . . it made your stomach churn, “I’m fine.”, you repeated the words from before. 

Yuuken approached you both, lifting his pants, as he carefully avoided the blood, “Most of the people who say that, usually aren’t fine.” Yuuken countered your words, which Yuuka quickly followed “Exactly”. 

“I swear I’m fine, just . .  Tired”, you responded back in turn, “can one of you get me some water . . ?” . . Yuuka looked at Yuuken, and he sighed, “give me a minute”, he responded back, lifting his pants once more, as he walked passed the blood once more, he looked like a princess lifting her gown trying to go up the stairs, the scene almost made you laugh, the corners of your lips lifted into a small smile, which disappeared slightly as Yuuka let go of your face . . her hands were warm. 

She approached the Corpse lying limb in the middle of the room, she examined the wound, "You're horrible at this", "Excuse me?", you ask, trying not to sound offended. 

“You suck ass at killing, you butchered the wounds, I’d hate to die at your hands, a six year old could probably do better”, she commented, as she got up and stretched her arms, you didn’t say anything in response, not wanting to be insulted further for your bad killing skills, because apparently there's a proper way to murder . .  Shocker!   

You walk beside her, “do you even know how to clean a corpse?”, she asks, and you shake your head, “Seriously?”, she sighs, and looks at the body again, “We have a lot of work today, your highness—or is it your majesty now?”, Yuuken walks in right at this moment with a glass of water, “I don’t think now is the appropriate time to joke around—Y/n is overtaken by grieve” 

“I’m—”, you try and protest, “Your overtaken by grieve, that’s the news that will be relayed by tomorrow morning as we prepare everything else, so look as sad as you fucking can—drink your water—because we have a lot to do”, Yuuken stops mid-rant to hand you the glass of water, shoving it in your hands. 

“Since most of your siblings have either resigned or fled, you need to prepare to take over”, he said sternly, and he sounded almost as annoying as your teachers back when you still had tutors, “I thought that was a given”, “and I thought you knew better then spontaneous murder”, “It was planned”, you respond back in protest, “it . . . doesn’t look planned.”, he responds back in que as he turns to glance at the corpse momentarily then right back at your. 

“C’mon it’s not that bad”, you look at the corpse, trying to avoid making contact with your fathers eyes, which were wide open . . “Okay yeah . .  I suck at this”, you admit reluctantly. 

“At the risk of sounding disrespectful . . why exactly did he die like that?”, Yuuka asks curiously, “he looks weird with his eyes like that”, Yuuken nods softly in agreement, “probably shocked”, he responds . .

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I feel like Y/n with mainly just defense training under their belt, wouldn't have the knowledge to carry out a clean kill yk . . ? Like it would be half-assed, and Yuuka is a knight, she's been a knight for years, so she's probably seen murders and has killed before, so she can probably judge a kill well.

Yuuken, works directly in the court, and climbed up the ranks to work directly for the emperor, he mainly does paperwork and documents, but is really familiar with the inner-workings of the court and well the dirty grime underneath.

Yuuka & Yuuken grew up with y/n.

Trying to combine comedy with serious and emo-ness is not for the weak actually, I felt high writing this (I've never drunk or did weed).

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— THE CONCUBINE GAME !! ♡. Synposis ; Y/N L/N, the newly crowned Emperor takes the court by storm—after dethroning their father, who at the end of his reign almost led his empire to a downfall—Now, Y/n must deal with the after affects of their father's reign and stabilize the Empire . . starting by . . taking in Concubine's? . . stay tuned to see what this new Emperor has planned!!

— What to expect ? ! : harem / historical au , gender neutral reader (referred to as emperor), entire twst cast x reader, multiple characters x reader , genshin crossover, royalty au , includes rsa + yuuka/yuuken, takes heavy inspiration from historical China (not accurate), fantasy, mentions/usage of drugs, petty fights, violence, slow-ish burn, etc . .

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Release date: February, 19, 2025

PROLOGUE !!

♡. 20 years of pity ♡. Empty throne no crown

SEASON ONE — strings attached . .

001. Drowning conflict, 002. not my fault, 002. carriage parade , 003. Wrong groom, tba . . .

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' to be loved is to be known ', gender neutral reader

a/n: for those without a valentine, who is in need of a reminder that they are loved.

GRAVEYARD DATE | MALLEUS DRACONIA

The cold breeze of the winter air washes over you, as the two of you make your way through the paved walkways—his hand in yours, your hand in his—his grip firm yet gentle, acutely aware of his claw-like nails, making sure not to dig them into the skin of your palm.

His hands were large, overbearing to most, but to you . . he felt warm—A comforting presence in the middle of the windy weather. 

He guided you along the snowy walkways, his voice softly peaking through the wind, and you could barely hear his words through your earmuffs, as he asked . . "Is this weird?", you bit back a laugh as you meet his gaze—his skin, pale like the snow surrounding you was tinted red, . .  probably due to the cold of winter—”For you, not really.”, you respond back after a minute of silence. 

He turns his head to the side, and says, even softer this time, "really?", he sounded unsure of himself, "Yeah, the first time a guy took me on a date in a graveyard, I give you props for creativity, definitely one of my top Valentine's day experiences."

The corners of his lips curve upwards as he tries preventing his smile, he tugs your hand suddenly, pulling you close into his chest, "Close your eyes, were almost there"—warmth washes over you immediately, as your body makes contact with his own, a few beats of silence pass before you mumble out a soft, ". . . okay", closing your eyes as he guides you along the graveyard. 

After a while, Malleus pauses, letting go of your hand and placing both of his on your shoulders, turning you around, "Open your eyes", and so you did. 

And there it was, a picnic layout, amongst the snowy fields, with a cooler in the middle, a wrapped red box with a note attached placed closely beside it, "I know it's not conventional—but I figured, I'm not either so . .", he starts when you don't reply, trying to fill the sudden silence. 

When you still don't reply, he lets go of your shoulder, letting his hands fall to his side, "If you don't like it, then I can just . . book somewhere else", he mumbles softly, a sudden wave of self-consciousness washing over him, "I wouldn't mind”, he added carefully, gulping nervously, nerves wracked all over his body at your silence. 

“I knew this was a bad idea—”“No, Malleus, I love it.” 

You replied after a long period of silence, “Did you think of this yourself?”, you asked and he let out a breath of relief before he nodded, “. . yeah”, “It’s nothing like what I’ve seen, it feels like you”, and he smiled, fully this time. 

“I tried cooking . . Silver helped me with some of them, the cooler should’ve kept them warm, but it was snowing so—” before he could finish, you cupped his face, your hands pulling him close, as the two of you met for a kiss, he tasted like cinnamon, and smelt like home. 

His eyes widened slightly, before his arms wrapped around you, pulling you closer, his eye’s closing slightly, leaning his forehead into you, savoring this moment. “I love you.”

LATE NIGHT TALKS | VIL SCHOENHEIT

"I don't know", you whispered, leaning onto the railing of the balcony, staring down into the void of darkness below, an exasperated gasp leaving you . . and Vil just stares at you, "What's not to know?", he asked softly, as he leaned down onto the railing beside you, looking directly at you while you stared below. 

"A lot?", it sounded more like a question than an answer, you let out a deep breath, closing your eyes as you relaxed your shoulders, "I feel so much, yet nothing at all, it's like this weird mix of . . I don't fucking know anymore . .  Love sucks, maybe I should just die single”.

After a minute of silence you look back at him, watching him hold back a laugh—that fucker found this funny? You were pouring your feelings out to him (kind-of) . . And he found this funny? . .  

"Does this look funny to you?", you ask as you narrow your eyes into a glare, and he finally laughs . . a chuckle that makes your heart ache softly, you try not to think much of it, pursing your lips into a thin line, holding back your smile. 

After a while he calms down and stares at you with a smile, "things happen, life happens, one small problem or a random moment of loneliness doesn't have to define anything—" 

"I'm spending another year alone, what's the fun part about that . . ?", you pointed out firmly, holding up a pointed finger at him, and he stares at you with a raised brow, "Are you alone though? . . I'm here."

"You're not good company", you rebuke back, and he turns to stare at the sky, "maybe, but I might be decent company considering you keep spending time with me.”

Well . . you didn’t have anything to say about that. So, you just paused, you can’t lose an argument if you just shut up. 

After a while you spoke up, "do you think . . we'd ever work?", you ask into the void of silence, as he turns to meet your gaze, and there was this silence, and something started boiling in the pit of your stomach, this feeling of . .  dread . . nausea?

Vil spoke up after a while of silence, “do you want it too?” You paused, and another long silence washed over you both. 

“Maybe.”

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[devosin]

— FUCK I'M PATHETIC !! ♡. Synopsis : Ever seen someone on a screen as a child, and thought, “I’ll marry them when I grow up!”, . . well Kunikuzushi—more popularly known as the WANDERER—a famous artist and even more well-known singer who took the stage by storm 8 years ago, taking over the media for his various scandals—took that idea a bit too seriously. He swears it was just a small interest in you, in your life—the obsession with how you hit your downward spiral from fame—he was curious, as most fans were, but fuck did that obsession spiral only downwards—ever since her saw you again, the Y/N L/N—previously an actor and even singer part time, had left the stage presence about three years ago—when news of their divorce hit the media and everyone was in shock—you and your ex-husband were the first couple people would name when listing they’re dream fairytale life, and yet everything on screen wasn’t always true—for the last couple years you’ve been figuring out your life with your, now 6 year old son, and the in’s and outs of co-parenting . . recently you’ve decided to re-enter the media—only to meet an artist, who’s more then a little interested in your life.

— What to expect ? ! : Celebrity au, modern au, tortured artist core, smau, complicated relationships, stalker x stalkee, forced proximity, age gap (user is older by 5 years), twisted wonderland crossover, comedy, Scaramouche is well . . boy failure, single parenthood, reader is gender neutral but referred to as 'mama' or 'mommy', slowburn, co-parenting, obsessive themes, mentions/usage of drugs, suggestive themes . . ♡

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, once a week !! " for everyone losing hope and their faith in love, in need of a reminder . . . <3 "

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PROLOGUE !!

♡. grwm emo edition ♡. nara smith wannabe

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode four : participation prize . . .

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! — Vil Schoenheit x reader | Dual pov . .

Setting: 3 years ago . . 

You looked down at your shoes, the expensive pair the brand that sponsored you had provided for the event of the 'century' they call it, and you just wished mentally you drowned a glass of something to ease your nerves before you got into the car. It was your first award show as an actor—as an official actor, and it was right after your first gig had blown up and a few months after your 4 year relationship with your fiancé had ended. 

You took a deep breathe, sinking into the leather fabric of the carseat, your anxiety off the charts, you didn't know how to react—well you knew you shouldn't react in the first place—all that media training would be for nothing if you fucked up now, and the idea of fucking up in itself made the anxiety boil . . they didn't quite explain what fucking up entails, just not to go againest your brand . .  but what even is your brand at this point?

The media was so unpredictable and so was your newfound fanbase, just yesterday you could remember how much of your fanbase turned on you because you joined the influencer to celebrity train by accepting an acting gig—and now you're being praised—your anxiety grew as you recalled how many friends had turned on you that day, as the trailer released, and now you're nominated for three different awards for your role? How fucking stupid. 

You could hear the cheers of the crowd as the car closed in on the red carpet, and you found it overwhelming—suddenly the makeup on your face, the designer clothes that weighed you down . . felt all too overbearing for you to take . . but as the car door opened and you were guided outside . . you put your best face on and walked down that carpet, because you got this far, might as well live through it. 

Time: 1:23 pm Location: arena

Vil sat down on his assigned chair and table at the Arena, a little sigh escaped his lips as he let his nerves finally cool down, he wasn't normally overwhelmed, he worked hard to trample those feelings of unease, anxiety, and perhaps even a bit of envy down to the mud, to the very corner of his very being, so it would never have to be touched.  

He saw someone in blue, walking towards a table just a bit far from his, and he didn't recognize them—to be fair there were tons of new faces all around, this year has been particularly . .  welcoming, if that's what he could even call it—but he couldn’t really make out their face either . . so maybe he’s mistaken.

An hour has passed, and Vil should be sleeping right now, he really fucking should be—relaxing in his new apartment at The Chateau . . it's newly furnished . . his silk bed sheets—he's pretty sure he's drowned about half a bottle worth of champagne as the announcer seems to be worse than last year, why do they feel the need to prolong every second possible and yet give the winners less than 30 seconds worth of time to speak?

Time: 3:33 pm Location: arena

You feel sick to your stomach, sitting alone at your table—you don't know if it was on purpose, or if the people who were supposed to be sitting beside you just hadn't bothered to turn up for tonight's event—or if they were ignoring you, your not aware at all and that just made your anxiety so much worse. 

You honestly felt sick, you haven't even eaten anything just in case you threw up . .  and yet right now, that seemed to be affecting you worse, the emptiness in your stomach made you feel weirdly uncomfortable, and yet you couldn't get up, not when your category was so close to being presented—what if your seat was empty when the camera lands on you? What would the people say? What would your sponsors do? What would— 

"And the winner of best lead actor in a romance film—", the announcer fiddled with the envelope, opening it and throwing it somewhere on the stage, "Y/n L/n!"—everyone started clapping, and for a second all of your surroundings went still, your body stilling from shock and your breathing for the first time in the whole night regulated back to normal . .  after all this fucking time it all felt . .  okay. 

You wanted to cry, tears of joy. You didn’t. And made your way up to the stage like a rational person. 

Time: 3:35 pm Location: arena 

Vil stares at you coming up to the stage, the way you struggled up the stairs—because of course you did—the way your shoulders seem to shake just slightly, and how you gulped on screen—so unprofessional . . you looked like you were about to cry . . and that made him feel . . angry? Angry. 

Vil clenched and unclenched his fists as he leaned back into his chair mumbling, "They look like they're going to break down", and Rook turned to face him, here on attendance in place of his wife, "You got all that from them climbing the stairs?", he asked with a raised brow, drinking his . .  whatever that was. 

“I’m an actor, of course I did.” 

Perhaps it was anger, maybe even envy . . or maybe he just hated that he liked looking at you—or your voice—or .  .  . Vil’s mind went quiet for a moment. 

And bitterness washed over him, he was never upset with losing an award, no not since he’s been in and out of therapy but something about losing to an influencer hurt him—hurt his pride, someone who stood on camera for 30 seconds doing little to nothing . . beating him. 

Wow, way to wreck a man's pride. 

Vil turned to face you as you walked back, eyeing your every movement . . Did you know you walked weird? At a 30 degree angle to be exact.

Rook mention <333

Sorry for the late update our wifi was so slow making and downloading graphics was actually hell and I had to eat.

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

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PERSONALIZED YANDERE CONFESSIONS / LOVE LETTERS → A confession, so a love letter filled with a deep confession for you . . be it of their love, crimes, or whatever it may be, it's curated just for you.

All information will be confidential, names and anything you provide will not be disclosed and the letter will be sent to you in the form of a pdf via email.

Please include, any tropes, setting, or what not you may want in your letter, however if you don't, I'll create a letter based on what you've given me.

Prices are non-negotiable, and no-refunds can be issued after you purchase, therefore if you have any questions, please reach out to me, beforehand. <3

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[devosin]

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode three : bittersweet wine . . .

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! — Vil Schoenheit x reader | Dual pov . .

You stare at your phone, the article of Vil’s break in loaded on screen, you focus on the title almost obsessively, your hands tightening around your phone in a death grip. Maybe scheduling a meeting so soon after something that traumatic was a bad idea, but you weren’t one to check the news often, you stopped around two years back when your ex-therapist noted how it affects your mental health negatively, so you hadn’t known the news until now, when you were scrolling aimlessly through your magicam account.  

A sigh escapes you as you lean back into your chair, Amanda had reserved a table at one of these exclusive private bars, just for privacy reasons, it would've been a nice break from your usual typical dinner outings or take-out days, if it weren't for the anxiety building up in the pit of your stomach, alongside a fresh cold platter of guilt for making Vil come out during this sort of situation, despite it not being your fault in the first place. .  or maybe it’s a good thing he’s getting out of his home . .  that is under the assumption that he did spend the night at his apartment after that. 

The bar was rather empty, everything felt like a blur, but you suppose it's normal, no one really visits the bar at 9 in the morning, sounds counter-productive, who starts the day off with alcohol anyways . .  alcoholics . . right.  

Time: 9:18 am Location: Angel’s share

Vil approaches your table, "Apologies for being late, I had to take a cab this time around", he says, as he takes a seat in front of you, setting his bag aside. 

The knots in your stomach finally come undone and you find your shoulders relaxing as you hear Vil’s voice, you didn't even know you were this worried he would stand you up, it was gravely unlikely either way, this wasn't a date but more so of a work meeting. You let out a deep breath, finally looking up at Vil’s face . .  and . . 

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?”, you ask, staring at him. 

“Fashion statement.”, Vil says as calmly as possible, his head moved up to meet your gaze, but you couldn’t tell if he was looking at you or not. 

You stare at him and silence falls over the table “. . . “, a few moments pass before you finally ask, “You’re hungover, aren’t you . .?” 

“. . .”, Vil gulps, turning to the side, before he mumbles out a response, , “ . . . Yes, I’m.” 

You pause for a brief moment, before letting out a laugh, everyone who you know to have previously worked with Vil has always commented on his professional and cut-to-the-point behaviour, never once did you think he'd come hungover or unkept to a first meeting.  

Vil opens his mouth, about to say something only to get interrupted by the waitress, "Excuse me, are you both ready to order?", she smiled and she looked a little familiar. Vil squinted his eyes, trying to make out her face fully, he would take off the sunglasses but the bright lights would probably make him want to kill himself, and unfortunately he couldn’t tell exactly where he'd seen her before. 

“hav—”, Vil was cut off mid-sentence, this time by Y/n, “Ah—Yes, we're ready to order.”, Vil stares at Y/n, clearly taken aback by the rude interruption and Y/n doesn’t seem to notice, probably due to his tinted sunglasses. 

“I’ll have an appletini”, Y/n says and then meets Vil’s gaze . .  he chooses to remain silent, which was a bad idea since Y/n just ended up ordering for him anyways, “You can’t stay hungover if you’re still drunk”, the logic was clearly unmatched. 

Time: 9:43 am Location: Angel’s share 

Vil pours you another drink and the two of you clearly should stop drinking—he leans down over the counter, and for a split second he takes in your features—like really takes it all in—and . . you look . . tolerable, he gulps. 

Things were quiet as you tried figuring out what new conversation starter to use, the last half an hour or so the two of you had just been talking about random things, you learnt a lot, like how Vil keeps his first award under his pillow before an awards show for good luck—which seemed so unlike the man in front of you, to the point where it was even a little adorable. 

"You know—", Vil starts speaking, capturing your attention, he swings the class slightly as he makes eye contact with you, "I don't like you very much". and silence falls over the two of you . . but weirdly enough you didn't find it uncomfortable, and for a second you thought all that therapy on confrontation had finally paid off—but it didn't, a weird feeling sat in the pit of your stomach, and you asked softly, "Why?"   

Vil paused, gulping down the rest of his drink, and he could see the waiter from the corner of his eye sighing internally—he paid him no mind—"I just don't believe you can act" . . you froze.

Yes Rook is married, because it just feels in character for Rook to be married by his mid-20's to me, like he gives that golden gilded fences perfect family daydream lifestyle vibe to me.

Cater being a good friend . . I guess?

Vil momentarily being attracted to Y/n's looks because why not.

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

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[devosin]

— FOR THE RECORD !! ♡. Synopsis : CATER DIAMOND, a world renowned journalist, who previously worked at Steambird but recently decided to resign and move jobs when offered a higher position at "The Rotten Apple" network, one of the most well-known news establishment in all of Twisted Wonderland, only to realize he'd be working hand in hand with y/n. Y/N L/N, who worked really hard, trying earn their current position at their company, only to find out their (self-proclaimed) biggest rival ever would be working alongside them from now on?, how will these two ex-uni rivals work under these new conditions, and will the tension they left behind in senior year finally break the ice? . . . "For the record, this won't end well."

— What to expect ? ! : Co-workers to lovers, genshin crossover, placed in the future (Cater's in his late 20's), Semi-slowburn, A lot of undealt tension, Fluff & Comedy, Mutual pinning, Teasing, Semi implied no dating policy, Workplace romance, Petty fighting, Mentions/Usage of drugs . . . ♡

This is placed within the same universe and timeline as Late nights & Flashing lights (Vil Schoenheit x Reader) . .

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Saturday !! " for those who are still hung up over that one 'what if' "

♡. profiles : our main leads . .

PROLOGUE !!

♡. dream do come true (not) ♡. agony

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— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! episode two : a day in the life of vil schoenheit

♡. Spotify playlist | Updates, every Friday !! — Vil Schoenheit x reader | Vil pov . .

Vil parked his car in a hurry, pressing his foot down on the brakes, until the car came to an abrupt stop, he could hear a loud crash in the back, and he can only assume something in his trunk broke. "Fuck", he stares down as his feet, trying to maintain his cool, he closes his eyes for a moment, his vision shaky. 

VIl mentally starts counting, ‘one, two, three’ in an effort to calm down his heavy breathing.

The paparazzi and public were invasive, hell he'd always known that, he's experienced it first hand, from the time a fan broke into his car and waited for him, or the time the paparazzi camped outside a set, at midnight just to take candid pictures of him at his worst state possible, or the multiple times fan accounts and more, broadcasted his location like he was public property.  

He's had his fair share of obsessive fans and run-in's with violent and severely intrusive paparazzi members, but never did he expect one to break into his fucking apartment.  

Vil blinks away the tears pricking his eyes, finally getting his breathing back to a normal pace. He hadn't even seen the intruder, but security cam footage and the sheer state of his living room was a dead give away that someone had been there, and it definitely wasn't his housekeeper, considering there was footage on his camera’s of someone watching him sleep and the next morning his bathtub was filed with warm water. 

Which also means whoever came into his home was close enough to him, to do just about anything. 

“I have to move out”, he mumbled, leaning back into the carseat, as he stares into his rearview mirror, he closes his eyes, moments like this really made him regret working in the entertainment industry, privacy was something he had to shell out for doing something he adored, reality was cruel, wasn’t it. 

Time: 7:36 am 

Location: Outside Vil’s car 

Vil places a cigarette between his lips, as he leans his body against the doorframe of his car, Vil move’s his hands, reaching into his pockets and pulls out a lighter, a second of contemplation passes before he decides to light the cigarette.  He takes a deep intake of the smoke, before exhaling with a sigh. 

His eye bags felt heavy, and his entire body felt sluggish and weighed down; he hadn't felt this shitty for months, Vil breathed out another puff of smoke. 

He didn’t smoke a whole lot, but when he did, it was to ease his anxiety, which happened to be happening more frequently than it did in the past. 

Time: 7:41 am

Location: Inside the studio

Vil walked around the set, looking around the studio, until Amanda, who seemed more than energetic at 8 in the fucking morning, approached him, “Vil, thank God you made it on time”, she said, placing her hands on his shoulders, the touch made him flinch, which she didn’t seem to notice . . ‘great . .  she’s touchy’, he thought mentally to himself. 

Vil walked around, following Amanda who seemed more than eager to show him everything, which included the mop the janitor left last night, and the stain on this specific wall they never got out but was too lazy to paint over, he debated on telling her that he could honestly care less, but he stopped himself because . .  there wasn’t much of a point to doing that. 

“Where’s y/n?”, he asked curiously, looking around the studio, and Amanda responded right away, more than eager to talk . .  doesn’t she run out of breath, ever? . .  “They’re running late, something about traffic” 

“Excuses”, Vil mumbled under his breath, glaring at the hardfloor in front of him, “What was that?”, Amanda asked . . ‘oh so she has super hearing now too?’, “Nothing.”, Vil forced a smile.  

“Actually, I think I have a meeting, um . . Amanda?”

“Really? Oh . . “, Amanda’s shoulder’s visibly slumped like some looney tunes character Vil notes mentally, the image buried in the back of his head, he’d laugh if only he wasn’t holding onto the edges of professionalism. 

“Yeah, I actually totally forgot! You know, . .  meetings!”, he explains, like he’s talking to a disappointed child, ‘the ice cream truck will come another day, sweetie’, he even does hand gestures, to further sell his point, which only makes him feel like he’s taunting her (he is). 

“. . oh . . okay . . “, she mumbles, and then perks up instantly, “I totally get it, you should try this scheduling app I use—” fuck no. 

“Look at the time”, Vil pretends to look over at his watch which died about two hours ago, right after he left the house in a rush of panic, today really wasn’t his day, “I really have to go”. . .  go get a drink. 

Editing everything actually made me want to kill myself, fucking hate canva and how slow that shit is.

Also, I was cringing so hard trying to write the "My beloved Vil" part, I could not take that shit serious, but delusional people like that do exist.

This was supposed to be a soft chapter then I lost the plot and decided to just go with it, after all, what's a smau without some drama, plus it makes sense since this was released on Friday the 13th, epic right.

Previous chapter | Masterlist | Next chapter . .

— LATE NIGHTS & FLASHING LIGHTS !! ♡. Synopsis : VIL SCHOENHEIT recently signed a contract under Descendant. Inc for his very own late night show, only to find out his co-star and fellow co-host is none other than Y/n L/n, someone he hates despite knowing very little about them and never having met them, previously. Y/N L/N, an actor who made their debut 3 years ago and hasn’t been able to catch a break since, recently decided to sign a deal with Descendants. Inc to host their new late night show “late nights & flashing lights”, as a break from acting . . Only to find out their favorite long-time actor will be co-hosting with them. Tune in every Friday, for a new episode of “late nights & flashing lights” to see if these two hosts can find a peaceful work-bond amidst their judgements . . and quite possibly even love? . .

♡. Want spoilers ?! . . Join my server . . !! (or to be namedropped <3)

— taglist ♡ ; @well-look-at-this , @honkai-freak , @kingnem10 , @immahuman , @katzline , @pebble-bb , @meigalaxy , @lordbugs , @crowbird , @yuus3n , @azriel-sama , @reivelmin , @the-ghost-0f-t0m0 , @eliza-be-t-h , @feverish-dove , @yejiswifex , @l0v3r666 , @cece-cherries , @frootloopscos , @abell2029cluster , @ephemii , @alienlatteinspace , @frangiipanii , @vamprel , @kittycat246 , @jar-03 , @leifsclubroom , @everettelz , (you'll be tagged in the comments due to tumblr mention issues)

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