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recent works: "pulled between beauties [vil + neige]"
Recently saw twst x omegaverse and it inspired me to twst x ultimaverse...
(aka basically just a bi-maternal afab version of omegaverse)
I've been pretty busy and would like to do a personal hc dump about ultimaverse because I love the concept, and I wanna cater to my Sapphic twst fans who enjoy genderbent twst! What do we think?
Sorry I have been inactive! I have recently gotten a lot of your guys requests! I'm gonna slowly get to them, I had been busy for social reasons and because of Vil's birthday. I'm also an artist so maybe I'll post my art for Vils birthday...🤔
I'm gonna try to get to these requests bit by bit🥹
I have 1.2k words left to write for a request.... call me Alexander Hamilton because I'm writing and running out of time (I have all the time in the world)
HII I saw that you were open for requests and I had this idea that I REALLY REALLY wanted to put out!!
ok so Vil asks reader (fem or gn) to accompany him as his plus one to this event thing (unrealistic but let me be delusional 💔💔) and the reader is DENSE so they just think they are going as friends. ( HE DOES NOT THINK SO)
when they eventually do get there, Vil is like whisked away or smth to another conversation and the reader is left alone and they decide to go to the food table or smth (can you tell I’m sleep deprived) and as they are consuming foods they could never dream of due to their financial statement (CROWLEY!!) they don’t realize that someone came up to them and as they turn around they are face to face with…
GASP NEIGE!!!! and like Neige has a BIG FAT CRUSH on them but as I said before THEY ARE DENSE!!! And Neige talks to them and stuff (tries to flirt but fails as they DO NOT GET THE MEMO) and then OMG!!!
VIL SHOWS UP!! And he is clearly jealous of Neige hitting it up with HIS DATE!!! GRRRR!!! And like yk Neige is Neige and um hijinks ensue??? (I DONT KNOW IM SO SORRY)
BUT NO ONE WINS IN THE END!!! THEY BOTH PIN AFTER THE READER BUT THEY ARE TOO OBLIVIOUS!!!!! THANK YOU FOR CONSIDERING THIS MUMBLED MESS!!! HEHEH!!! (I need sleep)
Pulled Between Beauties , 👑🍎 , [Vil + Neige]
cover art by ttsstt_mihe on x
sypnosis: GN!reader is invited to a elegant event for celebrities and famous figures alike as Vil's plus one. It's not a suprise for Neige to be there, but it is a shock to see Vil's own plus one mingling with the boy that rivals him in every way... Neige Leblanche. Unbeknownst to a dense and oblivious reader, both the beautiful actors harbor romantic pining feelings for reader as they try to win the readers affection in not so subtle ways.
characters: Neige Leblanche, Vil Schoenheit
word count: 2,168
a/n: I hope you don't mind that I chose gender neutral for this one! I loved this prompt and rushed to start it 🥹 It was my first time writing for Neige, so I definitely needed to do some extra refreshers to get things right. I really hope this is to your liking. I really enjoyed it myself <33
"I'm gonna excuse myself, I hope you don't mind? I'll return shortly, don't wait on me too long," The blonde leans in close to your face, whispering this declaration. As he leans back to excuse himself, he gives your shoulders a firm but affectionate squeeze, the touch lingering on your frame even after the departure.
Before you knew it, Vil had been whisked away by some other figure more socially important than you, but not before a tender goodbye gesture. Sitting now idly and rather awkwardly, you recalled how you ended up at a party where no one knew your name or at the very least your face.
"Y/N, there is an event for the industry this evening, if you aren't busy I would like you to be my plus one," Vil clears the silence with admirable nonchalance.
You were undoubtedly caught off by the proposal… It sounded like some sort of event fancier than you could ever dream of becoming. It's not as if you were famous in any industries; the only infamous thing about you was your sudden arrival to Night Raven College. But even that fact alone paled in comparison to the elite status of Vil and the many other guests of this event.
"Are you sure?" You squeaked out with uncertainty in your voice.
Vil, fully turns to face you, his thin brow quirked slightly. "I wouldn't have proposed if I wasn't sure. I noticed that I haven't been able to spare my time elsewhere... Instead you can just accompany me," he explained plainly.
"I would be down, I just don't have… a lot to wear, I'll stick out like a sore thumb..." You admitted with slumped shoulders closing in on your frame.
Vil only returns with an assured grin, “don’t worry about that,” with that a manicured finger presses your nose.
That “don’t worry” entailed Vil’s intent to dress you up as he pleased; not that you protested though.
Vil adorned you in his personal signature purple shades, with gold complimented details, light makeup to match. He himself dressed similarly, the two of you could pass for matching outfits; you wondered if that notion was the intention or a product of Vil’s personal taste.
As he adjusted your attire, the two of you stood close, face to face. Vil wore a satisfied smile as those delicate fingers of his lingered your torso, fixing up your various accessories and fabrics. You felt your skin warm but you disregarded it to be the sensations of the outfit giving you warmth…
“Perfect,” he spoke under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear, with hands planted on the sides of your shoulders.
Vil: 2 points
The low and faint rumble of your stomach brought you back to the lonesome table you occupied. You scanned to see Vil conversing with a few other (probably important) people. But then… that's when you saw it: The food table! Your mind wandered, imagining the various rich flavors that could come from those dishes that reeked of wealth and status. They easily could outmatch anything Crowley could give… Instead of sitting pitifully idle, you considered making a pass at the food tables, collecting as much goods you could take as leftovers for later.
You rose and quickly sifted yourself through the masses of beautiful faces and rich auras with the only goal for food. You began to help yourself to a large plate, really taking a little bit of every dish you desired.
Your senses, however, were not dulled by your hunger as you felt a presence growing increasingly close before-
“Hello Y/N!” a sweet melodic voice called out to you.
You snap your head to come face to face with an outstandingly radiant and beautiful one.
“Neige?” You called back.
"Y/N! I was not expecting you to be here! How wonderful it is to see you again," Neige declares with dainty gloved hands collapsed together.
Taking in Neige in his fullest, he was adorned in only the most refined colors of blue, red, and gold, an outfit of elegance fit for the occasion but easily outshining many of the guests. The main attraction lied in those pure and earnest doe eyes of his, and the rose tint in both his cheeks and lips as he looked at you with a joyful thrill.
Upon his words, you did recall that it had been some time since you guys saw each other and shared time together.. You and Neige had a developing friendship that went past Neige’s status as a celebrity and renowned figure in the industry. You found yourself disregarding Neige’s title and only chose to see him for what he was, and that real him was charming and enjoyable. Not that you ignored that part altogether, but what did it matter if what you liked was Neige personally? Your dynamic with Neige had never surfaced since the development of your relationship with the Queen of Pomefiore. Not that Vil would ever dissuade you from your relationship with his one-sided rival, his qualms shouldn't affect his loved ones relationships with other people after all. But if Vil knew… it wasn't out of the question to consider a new strand of bitter jealousy that might occur silently.
"Yeah it's been a while, I guess I could say I'm not surprised to see you though. But it is nice," You returned with a friendly smile.
He giggled fondly at your words before asking, "Ah, but may I ask, what brings you to this event?"
Your hand met your neck, "I know I kinda stick out, honestly I'm not sure how I even found myself here either," you joked. This time he laughed more fervently than before, (but between me and you it wasn’t that funny).
He glanced at your form, in all its styled glory, then to you your plate filled to the max with food; including desserts
"Y/N, you haven't happened to try those before have you? " he says curiously pointing to an over-the-top chocolatey dessert on your stylish plate.
Neige Leblanche hasn't tried this fancy dessert? You wondered the other things you could learn about Neige that found itself more than what met the common eye…
With a dumbfounded face you reply, "I haven't either I was hoping to try it, wanna try it?"
"If you don't mind" he says bashfully covering his rosy lips with a gloved hand
You pick up the slice of “expensive” in chocolate form and raise it to his lips without a second thought. You watch Neige bite down gently, the two of you maintaining eye contact during the slow act. Gazing into Neige's eyes elicits a sort of warm ache in your chest you couldn't quite identify…
"What do you think?" You break the silence, looking at him expectedly.
Neige hums melodically, showing approval and enjoyment. You got Neige Leblanche branded approval!
The two of you continued your reunion, making your way back to your idle table. You and Neige had situated yourselves across from each other; Neige sat leaned in and attentive, hands propping up his chin in an endearing fashion.
Neige: 2 points
The light feeling you had with Neige didn't last long as you felt sudden sharp and daggering eyes on you. Particularly unhappy eyes in fact. Eyes that didn’t spare Neige either…
There is an amalgamation of noises and sound in the event but you particularly sift out the clicking stride that could only come from the Queen of Pomefiore, Vil Schoenheit.
"I see you've taken up company in my absence Y/N," a hand plants itself possessively to your shoulder. You look up at Vils' friendly but superficial smile mid through the act of shoving a piece of food in your mouth. Guilty written all over your face with cheeks filled with food.
" Vii-kun! What pleasure it is that we see each other!" Neige greets Vil with only delight and glee.
"The pleasure is all mine," the blonde looming over you responds with suave.
Neige takes in the scene in front of him before asking, "Say vii-kun are you here with y/n here?"
"Why yes I am, Y/N is my plus one to this event."
“Ah, I see,” Neige responds.
…
"How wonderful! It's not often I see you Vii-kun, or Y/N outside of filming or school events!" Neige makes haste to add on.
"Indeed, an opportune moment!" Vil only agrees.
A short but thick silence grabs the three of you before you decide to do anything about it.
..."Vil, me and Neige had tried this chocolate thing. It's pretty good won't you try it?" You lifted the same dessert you had offered Neige earlier up to Vil’s painted lips similarly to before.
Vil looks between you and the dessert (and a quick glance to Neige), "Mmm I suppose I will" Vil takes an elegant bite keeping precise eye contact with Neige as he bites down and while you gaze at him with eyes full of expectancy.
In the corner of your eye, you thought you saw Neige biting down on that rosy lip of his with slight discomfort...
Vil: 3 points
"It seems you have good taste Y/N... what a delectable treat," Vil remarked, licking his bottom lip. You felt your cheeks grow pink at the subtle action...
“We thought the same thing,” You agreed before scooping up another mouthful of food and shoving it straight to your mouth.
"Y/N-"
"Oh! Y/N you seem to have some food right... here! Let me get that for you" Neige comments through the action of fondly wiping the corner of your mouth with a handkerchief between euphonious laughter.
Glancing to the man beside you, now wrapping his arm around your waist, his eyes squinted slightly and his smile grew uncomfortably.
"Oh, thank you, Neige" You smile and feel Vil suppressing a scowl to your right. Neige: 3 Points
“Of course Y/N!” Neige returns a warm smile at your words.
The rest of the time the three of you shared had pursued like this. Between the two actors displays of service and tenderness only maintained as you were caught right in the middle of it. Each act from Neige only tightened Vil’s hold on your waist; but you were a little occupied in the rich sensations in your mouth from the food to pay much mind.
Then, a duo of strangers, ones you certainly didn't recognize, but the two in your company did, approached Neige. Following a greeting Neige acknowledged his inevitable departure…
“I’m afraid I must excuse myself… my apologies Y/N, Vii-kun…”
You shook your head, “Don’t worry at all.”
But as you least expected it, Neige had reached and held both your hands in his.
“I really hope we can see each other again, Y/N… If you're ever around or in the area, please do stop by, won’t you?” Neige pleaded with those innocent doe eyes of his… You wondered if it was even a realm of possibility to say no to such a sight. Of course you couldn’t!
“Of course,” you squeezed his hands one last time before he left yours. Neige had turned but glanced back a final time with a kind smile, one you were all too familiar with. Neige: 4 points!
Noticing this Vil only leaned closer to you.
The time between just you and Vil grew, particularly close. Between possessive gestures and close proximity, you felt closer to Vil than you ever have been. You wondered what kind of luxury this could be to outsiders, and instead it was being given to you. You ultimately chalked it up to Vil doing his best to accompany you in an unfamiliar environment… yeah.
Sure, you didn't know anyone at this event, but Vil had you at his hip, in a less obvious way to prying eyes, of course. With the proximity, it brought a warm sense of security with Vil, a charming, sociable friend of yours.
All nights will come to a close, and yours eventually does as you depart with Vil, your mind not paying much memory to anything else but delicious food, Vil, and your time with Neige. Even when Vil would introduce you to a multitude of figures, they blended together foggily in your head.
Now the two of you stood outside your dorm.
“Thank you for accompanying me, Y/N.”
You nod at Vil’s gratitude.
“Next time, perhaps I can make time for just the two of us?” He proposes.
Next time huh…? You thought to yourself how many would dream of getting a next time with Vil Schoenheit. Similarly to your relationship with Neige, the basis of you and Vil’s relationship surpassed all fame and status automatically. What would be a fortune to others was just the path your relationship with the Queen of Pomefiore was headed. You couldn't help but appreciate Vil’s proposals to get closer, nor could you ever refuse.
“I would love that,” You confess. Vil: 4 points
For once, the two actors had been tied for affection
Tell me you don't write smut for the second years either? Cuz even if theyre just 17 they're still underage
Probably won't do that either,, I'm not fully feeling like I'll write any explicit smut at all. At the very most suggestivness but I don't think I'll write suggestiveness for 2nd years
Just kinda yapping here, but shout out to u for not writing smut for first years, everyone forgets they're canonically minors and it's so weird😭 like we have 18+ characters RIGHT HERE and they go for the children lmao💀
I've noticed it, too... I understand that the characters have a birthday over the course of the story, but the first year's are still underage! Plus, they don't seem older either. They all have very immature personalities 😥
I'm unsure if I'm fully committing to writing anything explicit, but you can expect me to avoid any/all maturity with the 1st years
sypnosis: GN!Reader gets washed up with Pomefiore! Domestic intimacy with washing up or getting washed up with Epel, Rook, and Vil. This is intended to be romantic, and all themes of intimacy are strictly sfw as Epel is included. In Epels... you help him wash up after a long day at practice. In Rooks... he helps you wash up, but it wouldn't be Rook without his professions of love ! In Vil's... you both help bathe each other while you are roped into his various beauty and care routines.
word count: Epel~420, Rook~ 376, Vil~436, Total~1,232 words
a/n: This is my first drabble thing! 🥹 I wanted to kick off my blog with something more domestic and sweet,, if you like my works, please don't be shy and request some topics you want me to write about; just check my rules before requesting
The washroom was warm, warm with the scent of an apple cinnamon candles. You could only hear the faint flickering of the candles' flames, light splashes and ripples of the bathtub water, and your own quiet melodic hum.
Epel sat, slouched into the tub, water coming just below his snubbed nose. Sunken into the water, he hoped to hide his flustered expression and bare form, sitting uncomfortably still as your hands carded through lavender curls from behind. His face scrunched suddenly as you poured soapy water over his head.
Epel lifted his head just enough to emerge his mouth from the water, breaking the calm silence, “Is all this really necassary…?” He asks, turning his head slightly towards you.
“You don't like it?” You ask with a little disappointment in your tone as you slide his wet bangs out of his face.
“Well- it's not that...” Epel mutters, sinking slightly.
“You had a long day at practice, you said, I wanted to take care of you a little bit. Do you mind if I pamper my boyfriend?”
“No…” he sinks further in the water, the flush on his face deepening.
You lean back in the stool, turning to grab a body scrub. You lathered it in body soap before turning back to your boyfriend sitting docile in the tub.
The scrub brushes Epel's narrow frame, brushing over his neck and shoulders gently and with care, bubbles only grow in number across his fair skin with each stroke.
Goosebumps began to form along his arms and neck at the light scrubs.
Your hands traveled just above his chest, making their way to his face before you guide his head to yours. Epel looks back at you with bashful eyes, gazing at your tender expression.
“So handsome…” you whisper before planting a short kiss to his cheek.
He looks at you with wide eyes and a beet red face, quickly turning his head the other way
“Stop messing around, will ya…” he says with a short huff.
You pour water on his shoulders one last time before enveloping his hair in a fluffy towel, drying his hair with vigor.
“I’ll leave you to dry off and get dressed. I left a towel and your clothes in here. I'll be waiting outside, maybe you'll let me do your hair too?” You suggest with hands on his shoulders before getting up from the stool.
As you get up to leave, he only lets out a hum of acknowledgment and a small "thank you".
You relaxed in the warm, bubbly water of the tub, a pleasant aroma filling your nose, your favorite scent. Of course, your boyfriend Rook knew just how to make everything specially curated to your favorites! Your favorite scents and various shampoos and soaps were all present.
He kneeled just before the tub, hovering behind you, firm and large hands massaging into your shoulders. Rook really had such a way with both words and hands. He rubbed body wash into your skin with a satisfied hum.
“Thank you, Rook, really. You didn't have to do all of this,” you admitted, leaning your head back to meet his intense but loving gaze.
“Non, non! It is really my pleasure, ma chérie. How could I not serve? I could never dream of passing up your forme entièrement naturelle!” Rook reassures with love and passion in his voice.
He held onto your hand, giving a kiss to the top of your hand to emphasize his words. Then he gave another kiss, And another. He gave a slow and tender trail of kisses up your arm, all the way to your shoulder.
You shivered at the contact and affection, feeling your face grow hot and warm. You lifted your arm to hold onto his face hovering above you.
“...Rook, I think you're getting carried away,” you point out with a chuckle.
“Ah… je suis désolé! I couldn't help but admire you and your form, mon amour, for you are simply enamoring…” his cheek leaning into the hand holding his face.
“You are truly a beauté… won't you pardonne-moi?” He whispers between each peck he gives to your face.
You couldn't stop the bashful smile seizing your lips with all the love your boyfriend displayed to you.
You turn your head to be face to face with Rook, his eyes full of adoration and love. You return a chaste kiss to his lips with your own dampened lips. He gives a wide earnest smile at this.
“Would ma cherie care for this one to moisturize them afterward?" Rook proposes.
You want to believe he is giving puppy dog eyes, but perhaps that's just his charm…
“Of course, how can I say no to you?” You smile tenderly, leaning back into his embrace.
The two of you sat in the tub, face to face. The ambience and atmosphere was perfect, much to be expected from the queen himself. A scent you can only describe as elegant was emitted from multiple candles, a scent the two of you both enjoyed and associated with your relationship together.
Vil's sharp lavender eyes gazed sternly at your face as she applied face wash to your face. He was firm in the motions in his hands, not quite rough, though. You sat docile across from him while those refined hands massaged your face and neck. Vil's serious face, accompanied by the squishing of your face, was a little amusing as you couldn't help but crack a smile.
Hands left your foamy and bubbly face to get clean in the water. Feeling a bit cheeky in the face of Vil's no nonsense, you hold bubbles from the water in your hand, reaching and covering her nose in soapy bubbles.
She looks back at you dumbfounded before cracking a small grin, “feeling adventurous, are we?” He breaks the silence.
Before Vil could do anything else, you leaned forward, close enough to feel his breath on your foamy face. The blonde quirked a brow in intrigue.
Instead, you rubbed your soapy face against his with a fervent giggle.
“?! What are you doing! I'm trying to wash your face!” Vil squirmed and giggled against your weight.
“I'm giving you face wash too!” You claim, wrapping your arms around Vil so he doesn't escape.
“Stop that!” She cries with a laugh trying to inch away from you.
You eventually let up your mischief, instead resting your head in the crook of his neck. Vil huffs out and looks back down at you with light foam covering her face as well.
“You really are too much, you know?” He admits, sliding your hair out of your face.
“You like it, don't you?” You cheekily retort.
Before you know it, a splash of bath water strikes your face.
“Hey!” You cry flicking water at her.
Vil only grins, a sassy and prideful expression all over his face. As well as soap.
You reach your hand up, water cupped in your hand. You gently wipe the soap off his face before guiding his face closer. You plant a short kiss on her pale but warm cheek
In response, he returns a meaningful kiss to your lips, long but gentle.
“We ought to get out. We will wrinkle horrifically if we stay too long,” Vil states with a look of dismay at the thought of wrinkling like a raisin.
