My inability to do anything remotely to do with physical exertion really needs to be studied.
Because not only did I trip and fall while practicing for my school’s sports festival last week
I managed to do it again! But this time instead of landing on my butt, it was directly on my knee.
Not even a week apart!
Is there like. A tried and true method of not getting hurt when you trip? Like are there variations for when you’re going forwards, backwards, sideways?
How I do become a cat?
I’d never trip then… if I had those reflexes…
But then again if I didn’t know how to stop myself from falling splat in the first place it wouldn’t matter how good my reflexes are, huh.
Okay but genuine question.
How??? Do people actually like do sports safely??
I’m clumsy as hell and cannot, and should not, be trusted to exercise alone unsupervised.
But despite that right? Being able to do the bare minimum is you know. Healthy. Lifestyle-ly speaking.
But I can’t even do the bare minimum without hurting myself???
I find people who can do any sort of sport so incredible. It’s genuinely astonishing to me that people are capable of things.
☆ share six of your favourite fictional crushes !!
characters → : KAI ANDERSON・ahs: cult | ADRIAN CHASE・peacemaker | PATRICK BATEMAN・american psycho | SUGURU GETO・jjk | NAOYA ZEN’IN・jjk | DOUMA・kny
i have nothing to say for myself. adrian is mad cute tho !!
🏷 thx for the tag @bohnerrific69 | no pressure my loves: @dollykimi. @cupidstrace. @telleroftime. @sugurusladyknightt. @blushhbambi. @illumoria. @strawb3rrystar. @dearlizzies + anyone who sees this and wants to join :)
Very… blonde and gold with a splash of purples and blues on the whole!
(The amount of mostly surface level similarities between Vil and Albedo needs to be studied. Of course, they’re visually quite similar, blonde, in a half-up. they both do alchemy. Lots of gold motifs. And also! Surprisingly, they both have motifs with snow! They’re also both quite relentless in what they choose to pursue… oh I could scream about them so much…)
(The girlies shown here also have the angel/god motifs about them too)
My type’s kinda obvious lol.
(Psst… if there’s anyone else who fits the vibe of my blorbos/fictional crushes, do send them my way.)
I got the notif that requests were open and sprang to shoot my shot!! Could I perhaps request some third year housewardens with an s/o who comes to them after a bad day? I know you only do three at a time so pick the three you'd like of the four!
Okie baiiii ty!!
❝ get me out of here!! ❞ feat. vil schoenheit, idia shroud, & malleus draconia
↪ how would they comfort their partner after a rough day?
content ˖ ᡣ𐭩 ⊹ ࣪ ౨ৎ˚₊ headcanons, gn!reader (gender neutral reader), reader not referred to by name, idia is awkward lol
masterlist!
vil schoenheit:
♡ When Vil notices you walking in the hallways slouched over, he initially thinks that you’re intentionally trying to get a rise out of him. He’s told you so many times to walk with your shoulders back; slouching does nothing good for your back, and you look so much better when you walk with the confidence he knows you have.
♡ However, when he went to approach you, he immediately noticed how your eyes were cast downwards, staring at your own feet as you walked, and…was that mascara smudged under your eyes…?
♡ Oh, he needs to deal with this immediately.
“Dearest, walk with me.”
“Wha-Vil?!”
♡ He appears from seemingly nowhere, gently taking your hand and making you walk with him. If you try and question what he’s doing or where he’s taking you, he’ll only hush you and keep moving, not in a rushed way, (because Vil Schoenheit does not rush) but in a way that makes you know he means business.
♡ Once you’re led through Pomefiore’s mirror, he will promptly lead you to his room, practically ignoring anybody who tries to get his attention and directing any concerns to be brought to Rook since ‘I will be occupied for the rest of the evening’, leaving his dorm members gaping as he walks past them with you in tow.
♡ After the doors are shut and it’s just the two of you alone, Vil will lift your chin up to look at him, giving a disapproving tut as he fixes your hair and carefully wipes the smeared makeup from your face.
“My dear, what in the Sevens has happened? You’re beautiful, but this is not you.”
♡ If you decide to tell him about your day, he will carefully listen, holding your face in his hands as you explain. He might make small comments about certain events, but he will stay quiet for the most part, waiting for you to finish venting. When you finish talking, he will sigh, seeming a bit irritated.
“This school of potatoes certainly tests you, doesn’t it…no matter. I am here now.”
♡ If you don’t want to talk about your day, he will merely kiss you gently on the forehead and say that if you do end up wanting to talk about it, he will be here. Always.
“Now then, your skin is crying for my help. Come with me, dear.”
♡ He will lead you to his personal bathroom, gesturing for you to hop on the sink counter, (which is rather large…you suppose he needs space for all his routines). Vil will put a headband on you to keep your face clear and he’ll proceed to gently wash your face, his fingers smoothly gliding over your skin. Once he pats it dry with a towel, he’ll apply a few serums and then a moisturizer, finishing it off with a chaste kiss.
♡ Once he’s done with you, he’ll do the same for himself, taking off his own makeup. He might chat a bit about his day to you, but for the most part it’s a quiet routine, the sounds of water running and calm breathing filling the room.
♡ Perhaps the most surprising part of all is when he lifts you off the counter and into his arms, one arm secured under your knees and the other under the middle of your back, (it’s worth mentioning that this was quite easy for him, which only made you flush even more).
“Why are you so surprised? Can I not be romantic with my darling?”
♡ Vil will carefully set you down on his plush bed before joining you, pulling you closer to him. It’s not often that he has a completely free day like this, so he’s glad that he’ll be able to spend the evening with you and hopefully get your mood up. He’ll ask if there’s anything you’d like to do, perhaps watch that one movie you had been wanting to see?
♡ He will insist on making dinner for the two of you himself, almost trashing on your usual diet, (which he consistently says does not live up to his standards, but there’s only so much you can do with your limited budget). Of course he’ll make something he knows you like, just…healthier! He wants you to be by his side for a very long time, so he wants you to be healthy.
idia shroud:
♡ As soon as you stop responding to his messages halfway through the day, he’s overthinking and thinks that he’s done something to make you hate him. He’s surfing the internet searching for ways to apologize if you don’t know what you did wrong, and he’s speed ordering your favorite food to be delivered right when you get off classes.
♡ He’s so anxious that he actually goes onto campus to find you, which is a huge shock for the students who are walking by him. Idia has burrito-ed himself in his hoodie, the ties scrunched all the way and only showing his eyes and mouth. It’s right around when classes are supposed to get out, so where are you…?
♡ When he finally spots you, he’s surprised that your usual friends aren’t surrounding you, (which he had been anticipating, and trying to think of ways to get to you without talking to them). Whatever, this works in his favor!
♡ He’s completely forgotten that he has no idea what to say to you when he nervously approaches you, (he’s not really one to have a way with words) but his words are really gone when he sees the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out. When you see him standing awkwardly in front of you your hands quickly go to your eyes, hurriedly wiping them with your sleeves.
“I-Idia!? What’re you doing here??”
“I-uh…I was…I wanted…”
♡ He’s stumbling insanely over his words right now, but now he knows he’s messed up since you were on the verge of crying…what did he do though?!
“I thought maybe I did something to make you upset because you stopped responding to me and so I came to find you but obviously I really messed up if you’re crying so maybe I should just go-?!”
♡ His words are abruptly cut off when you start to actually cry, covering your face with your hands in embarrassment. He’s awkwardly hovering his hands over you now, unsure of whether or not he can touch you since you might be mad at him but also unsure of how to comfort you in the first place.
“It wasn’t you…my day’s been absolutely awful, can we just go?”
♡ As soon as the last word leaves your mouth, Idia is on a mission. His arm is hooked with yours and he’s walking fast, weaving expertly through crowds of students who are trying to return to their dorms, moving so fast that you’re shocked this is the same person who spends all day in his room.
♡ When the two of you finally make it back to his dorm, he damn near slams the door behind the two of you, exhausted and panting like he just ran a marathon, (which he kind of did, at least in his terms). When Idia looks up and sees you wiping your eyes again, he’s suddenly reminded of what you had said earlier.
“Um…do you wanna have some snacks?”
♡ He curses himself for it because he sounded stupid, but those thoughts are immediately washed away when he sees the small smile on your face as you nod, and now he’s pulling out every single snack that he knows you like and opening up a bottle of your favorite drink.
♡ If you want to talk about your day, he’ll listen silently, unsure of if he should be saying anything. He silently agrees with your troubles though, making a note to have a personal vendetta against the people who made your day awful, (not that he was going to do anything to them…probably).
♡ If you decide to keep quiet, he’ll sit with you in a comfortable silence, the only sounds being ones of chips being crunched and wrappers being opened. If you cry he won’t shame you for it, instead hesitantly wrapping his arm around your shoulders and pulling you closer to him, letting you get all your snot and tears on his hoodie.
♡ He’ll order your favorite food to be delivered to his dorm, and if there’s anything you want to watch or play he will do it with you. He’s unsure of how else to comfort you aside from hugging you and listening to you, so if there’s anything else you want to do he’ll do it in a heartbeat!
malleus draconia:
♡ First off, whoever made you have a bad day should really be concerned for their safety in the near future.
♡ Malleus is delighted when he first spots you in the courtyard; he wasn’t expecting for you to be here, but he’s always delighted to see you!
♡ As he approaches you, he thinks to himself…don’t you have Potions class right now? His pace now quickens as worry spreads throughout him, wondering if there was some kind of accident in class, (not really a logical train of thought, but give him a break, he’s worried!).
♡ He’s relieved when he sees you’re not physically injured, but his worry immediately spikes when he notices that your eyes are bloodshot and that your cheeks are wet with fresh tears.
“My love, what has happened? Are you feeling well?”
“...Yeah.”
♡ He’s confused by this response, and waits for a few moments for a further explanation. The one word doesn’t really answer either of his questions, and this change in personality worries him even further. He’s beginning to think of bringing you to the infirmary or to some kind of hospital to see what was wrong with you before you speak again.
“Today has just been…awful.”
“...Ah. I see. Shall we go somewhere more private, then?”
♡ He waits until you silently nod before helping you up from the ground, taking your school bag and bringing his hands to your shoulders. When you blink you’re suddenly in Diasomnia, the sudden location change throwing you off a little bit. Malleus’ hands on your shoulders are grounding though, and he carefully swipes a finger over your cheek to wipe your tears away.
“My love, what ails you? What can I do for you?”
♡ He’ll quietly listen if you decide to share what happened, though you’ll be able to hear the telltale thunder and lightning outside of the dorm building as Malleus listens, his expression becoming more and more perturbed. He’s beyond angry at how you’ve been wronged time and time again today, but he can also tell that anger is not what you need right now, so he stays silent.
♡ If you don’t want to talk about it he’ll be worried but won’t push it, saying that he will always be at your side if you ever do need to talk about anything, (he does not play about his partner).
♡ Admittedly you both are skipping the rest of your classes, which warrants a very panicked knock at the door not too long after the two of you arrive at Diasomnia. You could hear Sebek and Silver from outside the door, arguing with each other about how they could both lose track of Malleus after taking their eye off of him for just a moment.
“Silver, you should have been watching him closely! You were sleeping!”
“You were there too, Sebek!”
♡ Malleus merely shakes his head with a chuckle, excusing himself for a moment to talk to them. They aren’t exactly whispering, so you’re able to hear the conversation pretty well.
“Silver, Sebek.”
“My lord! You’re back at the dorms?! The next class is in just a couple minutes!!”
“Yes, I’m quite aware. You two may go ahead, I shall be here for the remainder of the day. There is something I need to take care of.”
“But-!!”
“Sebek, you heard him. Let’s go.”
♡ You could hear Sebek protesting as Silver dragged him away from Malleus’ room, which made you giggle a bit. Malleus seemed surprised to see this, but his surprise melted into a soft, loving look as he walked back to you.
“I’m pleased to see you smile. I was worrying that I may never see it again.”
♡ As he reaches you his arms wrap around you gently, one of his hands moving to the back of your head to hold you against him. It only lasts for a bit before he pulls away, but his quiet warmth and comfort was more than enough to start making you feel better, (you feel a bit sheepish to admit it, but your heart is beating uncontrollably at the loving look in his eyes).
♡ He’ll gently ask what you need, since he’s unsure about how to make you feel better. He will go based on your words, so if you need some cuddling time with him? He’s bringing you into his bed and pulling you close to him, smoothing his hand over your head as he whispers words of comfort. If you’re feeling hungry? He’ll ask for something to be made in the kitchen and brought to his room. If you want to be distracted? He’ll offer to take you to see some of the gargoyles around campus, as he’s quite good at talking about them endlessly.
a/n: haii anon THANK YOU FOR REQUESTINGGG !!! i'm not even gonna lie i actually did write all four of them, but i wasn't rlly pleased w how leona's part came out ToT i might rewrite it and add it in later, i think i need to reread book two or the savanaclaw manga Lawl ... i hope you all enjoyed ! <3
Prompt: “That’s my name, please wear it out.”
Characters: All NRC
Masterlist: (1) (2)
A/N: Freeing this nonsense from my older drafts :p
They learn your name isn’t ‘Yuu’ — which is a mistake made by the dark mirror and nickname Crowley endorsed on the day you arrived. You’ve just been rolling with it since.
Until now.
You’ve applied for citizenship in their home country post-graduation and it hits them that…they don’t know your last name. Trying not to seem like a bad boyfriend, they sneak a peak at your official documents issued by Night Raven’s guardianship.
Only to learn that they apparently didn’t know your first name either. Wow. *low whistle* that is just….yeah. That’s something alright.
—
Riddle is floored. Considering he is a man of details, how on earth could he go four years without knowing your last name? While simultaneously misusing your first? He isn’t sure how to proceed. Should he be angry with himself for overlooking such an important matter, or angry at you for being so flippant? Both. The answer is both. He is going to be thinking about this for years.
“...Four years, and not once did you think to correct me?" He exhales, measured but tense. "That is either a remarkable lapse in judgment, or an astonishing lack of consideration. Do you have any idea how improper that is—on both our parts?!”
Cater makes a joke, insisting that this was your plan all along, huh? To assume a new identity the moment you weren’t tied to the Isle of Sages anymore? When you dock in the Queedom, will you disappear into the night? Good luck with that, sweetie. Under the jokes he is in mourning. He really liked the nickname YuuYuu. Even if you tell him it’s okay to use, he just can’t.
“Aww, babe, that is so shady of you but kind of iconic, not gonna lie." He laughs, then winces. "I cannot believe you really pulled the whole identity swap trope on me. AH! I've been hashtagging the wrong name for years! My brand is about to be in shambles.”
Trey thinks of all the times you’ve called him a pushover (affectionate). As if that isn’t the pot calling the kettle black. How could you look him in the eye for four years and tell him to be more open, when you’ve been allowing an entire campus call you by the wrong name? Is he really the laid back one in this relationship here? God it’s ‘the girl with the green ribbon’ story all over again. When was he going to find out, when you’re both senile in a nursing home?
“Your name is … nice?" He adjusts his glasses slightly, if not a bit awkward. "I don’t know how I’m supposed to react in this situation. Just give me a second. Maybe sixty.”
Deuce is stuck remembering all the times he’s doodled your name in the margines of his notebook. He feels a bit slighted, did you not trust him? Did you think he wouldn’t believe you if you told him the truth? What’s he going to tell his mom? It already took a hour to convince her that ‘Yuu’ was your actual name and not some sick joke. You made him a liar! Dylla is not going to let him live this down. It’s 100% being mentioned to every party guest at your wedding and in her speech too.
“I already told my mom your name was Yuu!" He groans loudly, genuinely distressed "Do you know how hard that was to explain? Stop — stop laughing damn it! She is never going to forget this!”
Ace. Who doesn’t care. You’re ‘Yuu’. It’s what he’s called you these past four years and what he’ll keep calling you until the day you die. If you had a problem with it, you should’ve correct him before. Sorry, not sorry (secretly a bit miffed). Jokes aside — he takes absolutely no time getting over it and just mashes the names together into a nickname that sounds new levels of wrong. That becomes your permanent title.
“You just let me look stupid all this time, huh?” He clicks his tongue. “That’s messed up. So…do I get to pick now, or are we pitching names in magnets on the fridge like you’re a newborn? ‘Cause I’m cool with either.”
Leona is drifting through every thought he has ever had about you for the past for years. Your name spoken in his dreams, stuck on his tongue each time he watched you walk away. Etched in his eyelids and written in the red glow when sun blinds him awake in the morning. Spoken from his chest during moments of binding intimacy. All those moments now tainted by that damned Crow. He’s pissed you never once corrected him. Out of spite, you lose name privileges for an entire day. That old title of ‘herbivore’ coming back after a three year drought. In truth, he’s just buying a bit of time to figure himself out. Even though you’re the one who let him, calling you by the wrong name is a disrespect he cannot believe you allowed an entire campus get away with.
“Tch. So all this time, you let everyone get your name wrong and just sat there. If it bothered you, you should’ve said something.” He clicks his tongue, looking away. “You know what? Fine. Don’t make me out as the idiot for taking you at your word, herbivore.”
Ruggie writes your name on a piece of notebook paper and clips it to your collar. Makes sure to do it in the biggest red marker he can find too, so people know exactly what they’re seeing. He’s got secrets, yeah. Sure. Not from you though. Did you seriously expect him to take one look at that file and let it go? Do you have any idea how important it is to have your documents right (or at least convincing forgeries)? Never-mind that you’ve had him write home to his Grandma about you with the wrong name. For four years. She’s actually going to kill him for this. You are aware that hyena households are matriarchal, right?
“You know how hard it is to keep paperwork straight?” He taps the file against your head like it is obvious. “If you were gonna be all mysterious, you could’ve picked a better time. Sheesh. Gran's gonna have my tail for this...”
Jack can’t stop staring. His whole body went stiff and he forgot that it was just supposed to be a subtle glance over your shoulder. Now there’s this hunk of meat breathing down your neck, looming there like the words will change if he stares hard enough — because how. How do you go four years with someone and not tell them your real name? He feels even worse once you tell him the reason why you let everyone call you ‘Yuu’.
“…Oh.” His ears twitch, and his terse expression softens when you explain why you didn’t correct anyone. “So that’s why, huh.” A pause. “I get why you did it, but I wish you’d trusted me enough to tell me sooner. We could've set the record straight together. as a team.”
Azul dumps all your name-tags out on his desk for prime viewing. Mostro Lounge. Sams. Student ID. Newspaper Club ID. He does the same for all your old documentations. Train tickets, movie stubs, class schedules, etc. Don’t ask why he has these. Definitely not because they’re the only proof that you exist. Anyways. What do they all say? Oh, ‘Yuu’? And what is your name? Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha. Never-mind that you could’ve used this to cheese him out of a contract. He can’t believe you’ve held such an Ace up your sleeve and did not use it once.
“Fascinating. You had the perfect loophole and chose not to exploit it.” He exhales, somewhere between impressed and irritated. “I don’t know whether to applaud your restraint or question your judgment.”
Jade just found out your dirty little secret. He always had an inkling that you were hiding something from him. Yet the sense he got was unlike that of debtors intentionally fabricating stories. To him, a name is but a string of letters. Although this is good to know for when binding matters are concerned.
“I had wondered what you were withholding.” Jade chuckles into his closed fist. “But I must admit, I did not expect it to be something so straightforward.”
Floyd gets your last name and then instantly forgets it. Kidding! Does it really matter, when your last name is going to be ‘Leech’ anyway? For a long time he assumed you didn’t have one and was already content with sharing. Your first name is interesting. He thinks Crowley sucks for making an entire campus call you by somethin’ you’re not…but to Floyd, you’re always going to be ‘Shrimpy’. (He uses your given name often later on. Azul is Azul. Jade is Jade. When the time comes, you will be yourself too.)
“Hehe, that’s so weird. I thought you just didn’t have one, like a stray or somethin’.” Floyd grins, leaning closer. “Your last name’s gonna be Leech soon anyway, so who cares?”
Kalim feels guilty. Like the kind of guilt that gets passed down six generations. Despite his large family, he's made an effort to learn the names of all his siblings and cousins. Yet he's been addressing the literal love of his life as a pronoun?! You might think it's hilarious but this sweet summer child has an existential crisis. Naturally he'll laugh it off if you do, but it's like he's 16 again and there are important things about the people he cares about flying over his head. For the next week, expect him to overuse your name. Although, he is a bit sad. He's called you 'Yuu' for so long and he can't exactly forget how much love was poured into each time he spoke it. He still calls you Yuu sometimes out of habit, catches himself, then laughs it off, switching back and forth without much care.
“Wait—so I’ve just been calling you the wrong name this whole time?!” He laughs, a little too loud to sound natural. “No way — say it again, we can start over! Hi, I'm Kalim 'Al Asim. It's nice to meet you!”
Jamil is wondering how you've managed to survive this long. He knows for a fact that you've been to the doctor. Mainly because it was his butt seated in the waiting room with the same six shoddy pop-songs stuck on loop for two hours. Pure torture but necessary since you apparently had to be forced there. So just...why didn't you correct him when filling out forms back then? Better yet, why didn't you correct him at literally any point in time? It's been four years. Even if you were apprehensive at first for very valid reasons....seriously? This is how he finds out? He's honestly impressed you can keep a secret, considering you text him about eggshells in your cake or when someone sneezed a fart during class. Someone...help him.
“Four years.” He exhales sharply, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You’ll tell me every minor detail of your life, but this is what you decide to keep to yourself?”
Epel does a spit take. You’ll need to request a new, laminated copy, alongside a change of shirt. This one’s been drenched in apple juice and crumpled from when he all but snatched the papers from your hands. Subtly be damned — you mean to tell him he’s been simpering and whimpering over the wrong name for four long years? What if he got it tattooed on his blastcycle?! Or carved into a ring box, huh?! Ah. No. He wasn’t going to do that. Forget everything he just said! Hells…if he wasn’t close to graduating too, he’d take the detention just to tell Crowley off. How the heck could you let this sort of thing go!
“What do you mean that ain’t your real name?!” He coughs, then wipes at the mess on his shirt with a horrified look. “Hells, I knew Crowley was negligent, but this is ridiculous. You’re lucky I’m tryin’ not to get detention, else I ought to go have a word with 'im myself."
Rook cannot believe there was something about you that he did not know. He resigned the knowledge of your last name to time and convenience — but to mistake your first? The revelation is both a thrilling miracle and an utter travesty! The mere thought that you haven’t spoken your own name in four years? Oh, you know his heart is shattered when not a word of purple prose escapes him. Yet he cannot sulk. No. The name ‘Yuu’ is still so special. It is the name that dots every love letter, every thought, every passion that has consumed him for four years. He welcomes your birth name as the dawn of a new era, seeing you as a vibrant blossom finally in bloom within Twisted Wonderland.
"Je te vois, mon cher, and yet there was still a part of you I had not known.” He closes his eyes for a moment, almost savoring the revelation. “A secret so intimate, so tenderly kept, and now at last revealed to the one who adores every facet of you.”
Vil loses his decorum for a brief moment. The documents are plucked from your hands, his unoccupied one grasps your bicep so that you don’t just run off on him. He points to the nearest chair and makes you sit while he skims through all of NRC’s paperwork. Your personal details are not his business and Vil is all for privacy…but he honestly has no idea what you were thinking. You do understand that you have the right to stand up for yourself, yes? Even if you wished to keep being called ‘Yuu’ — which based on your story, he assumes is false, did you not think to tell your lover? It seems a discussion about confidence is due…and an aspirin. Maybe two.
“Even if you tolerated it, why would you not correct me?” His eyes narrow slightly. “Confidence is not optional, especially when it concerns your own identity.”
Idia short circuits. His palms are moister than they get after a 24hr code jam. Not even the time crunch of a same-day deadline can get him like this. He really is the worst boyfriend in existence. Not only did it take years for you to receive proper documentation — y’know, proof of your existence so you can’t just go ‘poof’ on him someday? But to be called something like ‘Yuu’ which he is realizing in real time is just ‘You’. Wow. That’s so messed up. Why are you with him? Why didn’t you correct him? Why didn’t he think to check your stats before? Holy shit. Keyboard smash in his chest and everything.
“W-Wait—so ‘Yuu’ is literally just… ‘you’?” He stares at you like his brain just blue-screened. “How did I not catch that? I’ve min-maxed entire RPGs but couldn’t fact-check my own relationship? — god, what is wrong with me?!”
Malleus wanes as if his entire world has been flipped upside down. You were his first friend. His first and last love. Yet he cannot be remiss with you for holding your name close to your heart. He did the same when you first met, after all. Except Malleus’ ruse lasted some months while yours has held strong this entire relationship. Malleus cannot believe he’s been completely in the dark for four years. What bothers him most is that you may have gone forever without sharing this with him. Names are bonding for fae. Did you intend to bind yourself to his one day, but not allow him to do the same? Don’t bother checking the weather forecast. A monsoon is on the way with three days of heavy rain.
“Ah… I see.” He studies you with a look steady, almost aching. “Your name is not a small thing, child of man. It is a part of you, and I wish I had been worthy of cherishing it sooner.. You need not fear giving it to me now. Whether you are called by the name this world gave you or the one you were born with, I will always know exactly who stands before me.”
Lilia plays it in good fun. Anytime someone asks after ‘Yuu’, he plays dumb. Even if you’re right there. One of his little students asks about his partner? Oh, sorry dearie. They’re not around anymore but have you met my new sweetheart? Then he introduces you by your given name, and suddenly you have to explain to a class of five year olds that their teacher is a jerk who will not be getting the lunch you’ve come to drop off. Lilia’s another one who doesn’t hold himself too harshly for not knowing. Names hold power, yes. Although he’s begun to accept that one such as ‘Vanrouge’ can be desired, even though it is stained in unfathomable amounts of blood. He is just waiting for you to accept it.
“If it makes you feel better, I shall pretend to be scandalized for your sake.” He grins, utterly delighted. “But between us, dearie? I rather like that I can get to know you all over again.”
Sebek deems this as a betrayal. You could point out to him that for the first year you both spent together, he hardly used your name at all. You corrected him for calling you ‘human’ countless times back then and yet he never listened until reality slapped him in the face. Even now he still relapses on occasion, to which he apologizes. Except that reminder would only serve to upset him further. Sebek expects you to hold him at the highest regard. Even if the entire world calls you ‘Yuu’ and you were okay with it, as your partner it is his responsibility to ensure you are not just satisfied, but comfortable. Uplifted. Your name is your legacy. Wear it with pride.
“You should have corrected everyone immediately!” He’s already halfway to pacing. “No, do not look at me like that. This is a matter of honor, as your true name is part of your dignity. You will not be forced to wear a name that is not yours if I have anything to say about it."
Silver is overcome with a deep sense of melancholy. For most of his life, he went without a last name. Which is why seeing ‘Vanrougue’ written next to his person is still an adjustment. A fond one, but an adjustment nonetheless. Yet this overwhelming sensation is actually attributed to the fact that with the name ‘Vanrouge,’ it was like the world finally recognized him. He wonders how you must have felt to be given a new name in a new place and thrust into this new life. ‘Yuu’ is just one piece of who you are. He wants to know the person behind your true name. To see all of you.
“I see.” His expression turns thoughtful, a little sad around the edges. “Then you have been carrying a name that was never fully yours while building a life around it. I understand a little of that feeling. Having my name finally given to me is what made the world feel real. I wonder if it feels the same for you now."
TWST AU where instead of Light Music Club, Kalim got dragged into Film Research Club.
Kalim "Excitable Puppy Energy" Al-Asim among a bunch of enthusiastic theater kids;
Kalim "Let's throw a parade or a banquet or both!" Al-Asim in an environment where theatrics and drama are encouraged and his lavish spending would be appreciated;
Kalim getting to not only watch a bunch of movies/plays about human condition and relationships, but also get into discussions and debates about the interpretation thereof;
Rook Hunt dragging Kalim into discussions about human condition and relationships as portrayed in movies/plays, and their combined energy going off in the club room with the intensity of the sun;
Vil Shoenheit taking it upon himself to drill elegance and dignity into the Al-Asim heir;
Kalim getting into acting;
Kalim getting to explore different forms of expression and human interactions;
Kalim getting to try and see the world from somebody else's perspective;
Kalim dragging Jamil into Film Research Club;
And ofc at first Jamil is in yes-man servant mode, but at some point he'd realize that "I must do what my master wants and I must do it well" is too good of an excuse to pass up, and he can use it to override the "I must never outshine Kalim" mantra;
Jamil getting to channel his negative anything into acting;
Jamil getting to experience honest praise for his artistic skills and expressions;
Kalim and Jamil getting to at least approach their respective issues through acting, and interact in ways they normally wouldn't or aren't allowed to under the guise of play-pretend and plausible deniability;
Film Research Club Scarabia Duo AU aka Psychodrama Is A Form Of Therapy.
So I was wondering if you’d be able to do a request where the reader wears baggy clothing due to (female if possible, though I’m also fine with gender neutral!) feeling insecure about being too skinny and by that I mean being bony at the hips, shoulders etc. (after exams (I eat less due to excessive stress which makes me feel too nauseous to keep anything down) I looked in the mirror while changing and I was aghast at the state I was in since it was worse than usual🧍🏻♀️) and so they try to start eating more but are struggling to gain weight in the right areas.
So I guess maybe a bit of a mix between that and hellish exam season nonsense if you’re ok with it.
I wanted to ask if you could do this for Vil, Leona and anyone else of your choosing!
I’ve been told my legs look like sticks multiple times throughout my life and that kind of stuck to my mind for a long time too so I wore leggings/tights under skirts for ages 😭
Also I absolutely love your writing!!!!!! 💕💕
【❝Have A Short Rest❞】
【Synopsis: In which exam season rears it ugly head, leading your boyfriend to step in and help you relax】
【Featuring: Leona Kingscholar, Rook Hunt, and Vil Schoenheit】
【Tags: Gn reader, established relationship, TW for depictions of stress, unhealthy coping mechanisms and disordered eating (?), kinda angsty, very fluffy bc the boys are super loving and supportive, possible typos/spelling errors, please let me know if I missed any tags】
【Word count: Leona (384) Rook (354) Vil (586) Total (1.3k)】
【a/n: oh, anon please come here and let me give you a hug! I’m sooooo sorry you’re having a hard time, and I truly wish you nothing but the best! I hope this puts you in a better mood and that you start feeling better soon! I’m sending you lots of love and positive energy! Always remember to treat your body and your mental health with care — you deserve it! Also, those that have anything to say about your body can fight me — as long as you’re happy and healthy, what you look like doesn’t matter! Anyway, I’ve ranted enough — I truly wish you all the best and I hope you enjoy anon! ♡(((o(*ﾟ▽ﾟ*)o)))♡】
‧₊˚ ┊ Leona doesn't give a damn what you decide to wear, but it becomes a problem when you start using baggy clothing to hide what you're going through from him
‧₊˚ ┊ In your relationship, Leona has made it very clear that you can always come to him for anything, so he might be a bit annoyed that you think you can't come to him with your issues (he won't be mad at you btw, he's mad at himself for making you feel like you can't talk to him about this kind of thing)
‧₊˚ ┊ That being said, even if you don't come to him, Leona isn't gonna let you neglect yourself over some damn exams
‧₊˚ ┊ Leona sees it as his duty to make sure you're always happy and healthy, so the moment he sees you overworking yourself or forgetting to eat, he steps in to make you take a break
‧₊˚ ┊ Don't even try to argue with Leona, because nothing you say will get him to let you go once he sees you slipping into your old habits during the stress of exams (just accept your fate and let your big, strong lion take care of you)
‧₊˚ ┊ One thing about Leona, is that he's gonna make sure you're fed — he'll even feed you himself if he needs to (he can be very doting when he wants to be lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ He enjoys feeding you — like, it makes him feel like he's doing something that matters, that you can rely on him, and he can provide for you
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, you know damn well he's gonna make sure you're taking frequent breaks and naps during exam season (you need plenty of rest for your brain to function properly, after all, so he's doing you a big favor if you really think about it)
‧₊˚ ┊ If you need help studying, then Leona will do just that — this way he can alleviate some of your stress and make sure you're not overworking yourself (two birds with one stone lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ What matters most to Leona is that you're happy and healthy — if you can't take care of yourself when the stress becomes too much, then lean on your dear boyfriend, and he'll happily do so do you (you're problems are his, so don't be afraid to rely on him when the going gets rough)
‧₊˚ ┊ Rook is another one that instantly notices your downward spiral come exam season
‧₊˚ ┊ It's safe to say that Rook notices everything when it comes to you, so although you wearing baggy clothes is pretty standard, he picks up on other subtle clues hinting towards your struggles (for once, his stalker tendencies are useful lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Rook won't step in immediately, but the moment your condition starts to take a turn for the worst, then he's gonna be right there at your side to whisk you away from all your troubles
‧₊˚ ┊ No matter what you look like, Rook will always love and adore you, but he's not gonna let you neglect your health in favor of studying
‧₊˚ ┊ Be prepared to be absolutely spoiled by Rook, because he's pulling out all the stops for you — I'm talking massages, self-care nights, and plenty of love, praise, and affection from your beloved hunter
‧₊˚ ┊ Rook is really good about encouraging you to eat — he knows what foods you like, which makes it easy for him to go ahead and meal prep for you so you don't have to stress about cooking or anything (he definitely writes little encouraging messages on sticky notes — he would write whole ass love letters, but he doesn't have the space lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Expect a lot of praise and encouragement from Rook — he believes in celebrating all your wins, no matter how big or small they may be
‧₊˚ ┊ Rook is always there for you — literally — simply calm out his name and he'll appear out of thin air to be a shoulder you can lean on (dw about how he knows your location btw...)
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, Rook is more than willing to help you study too — for every answer you get right he'll give you a kiss, and if you get it wrong, then he'll gently correct you (he's a great study patter, but a bit distracting when it comes to all the kisses lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Rook would quite literally do anything for you, so helping you through this difficult time is nothing to him — if anything, it's an honor to be trusted to help you get through this
‧₊˚ ┊ Ah, Vil Schoenheit — actor, model, and Hall of Fame Mother Hen (don't call him the latter to his face tho bc he will not be happy about being compared to a chicken lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil is pretty… intense when it comes to you taking care of yourself, so he's not playing any games when he realizes what's going on
‧₊˚ ┊ Although Vil wishes you'd diversify your closet a bit, he understands why you prefer baggy clothes — he preaches self-love and wants you to feel comfortable in your own skin, so if that means wearing clothing two sizes too big for you, then so be it
‧₊˚ ┊ What Vil won't back down on is you taking care of yourself (that shit will not slide with Vil lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil worries and frets over you even before he figures out anything that anything is wrong — it's simply who he is (can you tell that acts of service is one of his love languages??)
‧₊˚ ┊ It doesn't take Vil very long to pick up on your changes in demeanor come exam season and is very quick to step in and straighten things up
‧₊˚ ┊ Of course, Vill will be frustrated about the situation — not at you, never at you, but at himself for letting this happen (he feels very responsible for your health and wellbeing, so seeing your condition go downhill makes him mad at himself)
‧₊˚ ┊ It takes a bit of time for Vil to calm down and lock in, but once he does, he's not gonna let up until he knows you're feeling 100% better
‧₊˚ ┊ First thing first is getting you to rest — if you so much as even look at your notes or textbook, Vil is giving you a sharp look that instantly reminds you to lay your ass back down (you better believe he has Rook keep and eye on you when he's not around lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Secondly, Vil is making sure you're fed — he's gonna make sure you're getting plenty of vitamins and nutrients from the healthy meals and smoothies/juices he prepares for you (he feels all cute and domestic cooking for you — he even has a cute little apron he wears while whipping something up in the kitchen lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ Third, Vil is gonna pamper the hell out of you — if you thought Rook was bad, then you aren't prepared for what your beautiful queen has in store
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil will not let you lift a finger while he takes care of you — he'll dress you up in a pair of his silk pajamas, do your skin and hair care, give you a massage, and lavish you will all the love and affection you deserve (which is all of it btw <3)
‧₊˚ ┊ Finally, Vil will help you study once he deems you well enough to get back to it (don't try to persuade him to let you study beforehand tho bc it will absolutely not work on him lol)
‧₊˚ ┊ When it comes to studying, Vil is a bit less strict with you than he is with, say Epel — he's a lot gentler about correcting any mistakes you make, but he makes sure you actually retain the information he reviews with you (he does praise you when you do a good job tho and if he's in a good mood, then he'll give you a pat on the head and a kiss)
‧₊˚ ┊ Vil completely understands the stress that comes with exam season, but he can't stand by while you neglect your health — he loves you and won't let anyone, including yourself, harm you
Golden or rusted, a cage is a cage. Two birds of a feather can be considered in captivity, no matter the conditions they’re kept in.
One is preened, fed, and moved by human caretakers. No consequences will occur due to its inability to thrive, because that is predetermined by the hands that feed.
The other is forced to cope with reality and its lack of freedom. It is conscious of the position they’re in. It will be forced to watch its only companion surrender to the world.
The yellow bird is only shown security. It will never survive in nature, because the cruelty of the world cannot penetrate blind trust.
The purple bird is only shown conformance. That word will weigh on its wings until it stops trying to fly away. Intelligence won’t help evade its life’s purpose.
Jamil’s cards and verses going after Kalim because he’s never going to be the first choice (and his life comes AFTER Kalim’s)
They’re both victims to their predetermined dynamics. They’re both valid in their own ways. They are BOTH in cages. That doesn’t diminish either’s issues.
Vil continues to confuse me because how can he be so skilled in potions but still buy into pseudoscience like what’s mentioned in the vignettes/j
Michael Jackson-ass groovy art 😭
Let them eat cake.
An outing with Vil always becomes an adventure—not because you have anything particularly exciting planned, but because the press make it so. They're piranhas, all chomping at the bit to sink their teeth into him.
You're suited up in a hat that shades your face and a tracksuit, a mask over your mouth and huge sunglasses balancing on the bridge of your nose. It's a matching outfit with Vil. You can't call it flattering, but that's not the purpose of a disguise.
Fat load of help it was. The looks meant to be inconspicuous had immediately attracted the attention of onlookers, and now they swarmed like flies to honey.
The midday sun and reporters' cameras are searchlights, seeking out the star hidden amid the shadows. To avoid them, you must duck into shady alleyways, crawl into dark corners, and stifle all sound until the prying mobs have passed. Heart pounding, adrenaline setting your blood buzzing, you hug the brick wall at your back.
"We’re almost there," Vil murmurs. "One more street, and we're safe."
He checks around the corner, then glances back. You watch his hand, waiting for his signal.
Three fingers.
Then two.
And one.
Zero.
The two of you launch out of your hiding place and hurtle toward the open, waiting door of Bonbon Recette. Every muscle in you extends like the limbs of an apple free, and, for a fleeting moment, you're a bird soaring.
You and Vil clear the threshold, and the patisserie slams shut behind you. The sign mounted upon the door, to your relief, is locked tight and ironclad.
{ CLOSED FOR A PRIVATE EVENT }
Sighing, Vil peels off his accessories and slips into a seat. With a cloth napkin, he delicately dabs at his forehead, clearing it of sweat. His makeup is still perfect, and his outfit free of creases and grime.
The dusty pink on his lids and lips is shimmery, as if coated in a strawberry gloss. His white jacket, whipped cream wrapping around him. A green collar, like the leaves not yet picked from the fruit.
It’s like he's the treat, you think, and they all want a bite out of him.
A flock of seagulls comes to mind. "Mine, mine, mine," they chorus as they fight over a single fish flopping on the docks.
But it’s you, and not them, in the chair across from him. The setting, small and intimate.
"… You deal with this kind of thing every day?"
“More or less, yes.” Vil tucks a lock of golden hair behind an ear. The corner of his mouth lifts. “I am in high demand, as you can see. You’re rather fortunate to have my attention all to yourself.”
“Is it really okay?” You cast a nervous glance at the windows. Iciness creeps along your skin, even as an employee rushes to lower the blinds to grant privacy. “What if someone saw us? What will the tabloids say?”
"Worried about a scandal?" His laughter comes in a short burst, like a sudden gust of wind tearing through a field. “I don't believe anyone saw us--and if they did, my PR team will handle it. As far as the public will be concerned, I was out celebrating my birthday with a dear friend. Ah, speaking of which…”
Clink, clack.
Porcelain platters of strawberry tartlets manifest before you. The colors and textures on display, reminiscent of Vil.
"Here is our dessert, right on time.”
“It almost looks too good to eat,” you breathe.
“Let us not waste the efforts of the skilled pastry chef and impeccable staff,” he tuts, the teeth of his fork poised, “Food is meant to be eaten and enjoyed.
"Fleeing from the paparazzi does tend to work up an appetite—so by all means, do not hold back. It's a special occasion, so I invite you to indulge.”
"But..." you falter, unable to find the words to convey what you've been feeling all day. The lingering doubt, the haze clouding your head.
Vil sighs, tapping his cutler on the rim of his plate. A sharp, brisk sound rings out, followed by your name. “Look at me,” he commands. Slightly stern, but not cruel. “Focus on me, the same as I’m focusing on you. And what do you see?”
You obey, letting the gears in your mind grind.
No leering eyes or grabby hands. No intrusive flashes or distracting mutters. Only him, you realize, and just him.
In this quiet and contained corner of the world, a rare moment. A secret shared. A slice carved out for two.
Scandalous.
Heart racing, you lean in and accept the forkful of tart. Juicy strawberry bursts, and it's like flowers in full bloom on your taste buds. The first bite, the first taste of love's blush.
Spellbound, you slowly turn to the color of the berries. He smirks and provides another fragment of fruit, cream, custard, and pastry dough.
"There. That wasn't so difficult, now was it? Keep this up, and I may just grace you with proper praise."
Happy birthday, Vil. You’re the shining star everyone looks to—and I’m pulled into your orbit, unable to resist your allure. Shine on, now and forever.
feat. Third years (Trey, Cater, Leona, Vil, Rook, Idia, Lilia, Malleus)
a/n: I really wanted to write about kisses… so I will write about kisses. Have done genshin charas for this series before and I really enjoyed writing them
Trey's kisses are warm and unhurried, the kind that feel like coming home after a long day. He's attentive in the way he is with everything else, noticing what you need before you say it, adjusting naturally. He has a habit of cupping your face when he kisses you, thumbs resting against your cheeks. You always feel like you have his full attention in those moments, which is its own kind of intimacy. He teases you sometimes. You know when he moves his lips a certain way against yours and when he pulls away slightly to make sure you’re alright before pulling you back into a much deeper kiss. He's affectionate in a quiet, steady way a kiss to your temple while you're distracted, a brush of his lips against your hair as he passes.
Cater's kisses are bright and a little infectious, you'll feel him smile through them more often than not. He's the type to pepper you with quick kisses in succession, laughing softly between them. Affectionate and easy about it, like it's the most natural thing in the world. But every now and then, when it's just the two of you and the performance of it all drops, his kisses go quieter, slower, more sensual. And you realize there's something underneath all the lightness that he doesn't really show anyone. He pulls back first and the smile returns almost immediately, but you caught it. He knows you caught it. I think the best thing to do now is to lean in for another kiss.
Leona's kisses are lazy and deliberate in equal measure. He takes his time because he wants to, not because he's trying to be tender about it. He'll tilt your chin of put his hand on the back of your head, unhurried, like he has all the time in the world and intends to use it. There's possession in the way he holds you, a hand at your waist that doesn't ask permission. He's not gentle but he's not necessarily rough either. When the mood takes him however, he's less careful about it. You'll feel the graze of his teeth, a little more pressure than strictly necessary, and he is fully aware of what he's doing. He'd look at you afterward with that insufferable half-lidded expression, completely unbothered. You are his and this is how he feels like expressing that right now. Occasionally, when he thinks you're almost asleep, he'll press something softer to your forehead. He would never acknowledge it in daylight.
Idia's kisses are accidental discoveries, his own more than yours. He overthinks everything leading up to it to the point of paralysis, so when it actually happens it tends to catch him off guard too. They're a little clumsy, a little desperate, gone almost before they're there because he panics. His face goes completely red immediately after and he will not make eye contact. But Idia is many things and one of those things is a learner. And you are a system he’s very interested in understanding. He notices what makes you pause. What makes your breath catch and he will use it. You’re going to find yourself breathless in no time and he will have the nerve to look smug about it while still being completely red in the face, because he figured you out, and watching you realize it is its own reward. The fumbling never fully goes away. But underneath it now is someone who knows exactly what he's doing.
Vil's kisses are precise and intentional as everything he does is. He won't kiss you carelessly or at an inconvenient angle. He tilts your face toward him at exactly the right angle, and when his lips meet yours, it is precisely what he intended it to be. Most of his kisses are sensual in a way that feels almost unfair. He is fully aware of what he's doing to you and he does it anyway, unhurried, like he has choreographed this and you are simply catching up. Vil doesn’t do things halfway and kissing you is no exception. He'd sooner not do it than do it poorly. He's not cold about it, there's real warmth underneath the composure, but he maintains his elegance even here. He has a habit of studying your face afterward with an expression you can't quite read. If you look particularly affected, which you always are, he'll look satisfied and say nothing. If you tell him the kiss was nice he will accept this as the obvious truth.
Rook's kisses are reverent. He approaches you like you are something worth appreciating slowly, and he takes his time, not in a teasing way but in the way of someone who is genuinely savoring the moment. You will feel adored in a way that's almost overwhelming. He has a tendency to murmur something against your lips or your cheek, in French half the time, that you may or may not be able to translate. His hands are gentle, expressive, always moving slightly as if he can't quite contain what he's feeling. He has a particular fondness for your hands. He'll take them and press his lips to your knuckles with the kind of care that makes something small feel big. There's nothing performative about it despite everything. When Rook kisses you, it is entirely sincere, and that sincerity is its own kind of intensity.
Lilia's kisses are surprising, in timing, in tenderness, in how much they catch you off guard every single time. He'll appear from nowhere and be gone again before you've fully processed it, laughing softly at your expressions. He’s always playful on the surface. But Lilia has loved and lost across centuries in ways you can't fully comprehend, and sometimes you feel the weight of that in the way he holds you. His kisses can go from light to something much deeper without warning. and in those moments you get the sense that he is very aware of you. Not just of you here right now, but of the fact that you are here at all and that this is something he has for however long he has it. When the tenderness tips into something else entirely, his kisses become consuming. You'll feel his teeth sometimes, a graze, a bite, never quite where you expect it. and he'll laugh softly at your reaction. He’d devour you and feel no guilt about it. He chose to love and hold you completely, for as long as he can.
Malleus's kisses are careful, loving and enormous in feeling. He is so mindful of you, so aware of the difference between you, that there's a deliberateness to every touch. A kiss to your hand. Your forehead. Eventually your lips, when he has determined you want that. When he decides to kiss you he cups your face in both hands first and you feel held by just that alone before he's even closed the distance. When he does kiss you it is thorough and unhurried and entirely focused, and underneath the carefulness you can feel the weight of something being kept in check. He is so gentle with you and you could feel his love seep through every single one of his movements. He would keep his eyes are open at least at first. He’d still steal peeks even after as he wants to watch you the way he watches things he finds extraordinary. Then there are moments when something in him just feels light, where he'll press something quick and almost mischievous to your lips and look quietly pleased with himself after. He is willing to be more rough if you ask.
Hii, I apologize in advance if anything is confusing, I'm being forced to use a translator to ask SOMETHING ABOUT VIL!! Please, Jealousy!Vil with the scenario that you want, my creativity is terrible when it comes to requests, BUT PLEASE...
🍓Hi smile! This is short, because honestly, jealous Vil is very much... regular Vil. Idk how to describe it, but it's reallyyyyyy hard to tell when he's legitimately jealous, because he rationalizes everything so well outwardly, it would take A LOT for him to actually show his jealousy. So... I wrote this from his POV! I hope this is what you wanted, even if it is short. Much love! Mwah!
TW: None
Info: Vil x Reader; Neige and Reader; Harmless fluff; Some angst kinda (for Vil, at least)
Word Count: 700
Ugly Like a Bruise
Jealousy is an ugly little thing. A deep green color that reminded Vil of mud, a slick, slimy thing that had no business pressing itself into his chest. More like a poison than a color. He knew how to hide it beneath layers of a bold, proud purple. Touting his own beauty and achievements as if they were gifts to mankind, all to cover up that nasty, deplorable green bubbling in his skin.
Yet, it was still there, beneath the purple. Sometimes it would peak out, like an ugly bruise, but a little color correction and a gentle coat of concealer went a long way. Even still, Vil was not immune to his own boiling jealousy. Certainly not when it came to you and a bubbly, unaware celebrity with songbird in his head rather than brain.
There is little Vil has to fear in the way of your loyalty; he’d nearly killed you at one point, good decision or not, you’ve clearly decided you want him. Nor does Vil believe you are in any way more fond of Neige than he; you clearly have more refined tastes. Logically, there’s nothing he has to fear in the situation; you are being friendly, as you always were. It’s, reluctantly, part of what makes him so fond of you. That endless well of kindness that may or may not make you the stupidest little potato, but you are his.
His.
…No, it doesn’t help to repeat it. The crease in his brow is far deeper than it should be, and the glower on his face makes him look like a nightmare. He simply cannot help himself, however. The distasteful sight of you fraternizing with Neige as if you were friends makes him sick. Yet, he also doesn’t make a move to step in and stop you.
That’s too controlling, something he’s trying to work on, and it would only serve to upset you further. You are allowed to have friends outside of NRC, obviously.
…
….
……
But why did it have to be Neige? Any other little princeling at RSA would’ve been fine, but Neige? You just knew how to press his buttons. So he sits there. Helpless as you mingle with the one thing in the world that can make him feel less than. Unaware of his eyes on you, at least, it seems that way.
You laugh at something he says, he grins charmingly, and it’s like watching lovebirds in a movie. Only the movie is a horror, and Vil is the final girl fighting for her life. He clicks his tongue, deciding to find entertainment on his phone, but pausing halfway through opening up Magicam.
What. The hell. Was he doing?
Moping around like some hapless damsel. He was Vil Schoenheit for Sevens sake! Green was not his color. He straightens up, putting shame aside, adjusting his purple robes, and marches his way over to the two of you. Determined to, at the very least, involve himself in your little conversation.
He comes to your side, and even before he reaches you, you are beaming at him when you lock eyes. Neige wears a similar look, but it’s less adorable on his face. You immediately snuggle into his side, where you fit best. He is shocked to find – though, he really shouldn’t be – that you were talking about him. The only real shared connection you and Neige have.
Nothing but love and praise from his most devoted fan (and Neige, he supposes). The green lingering beneath his skin gives way to a baby pink, soft and flustered as he feels. It nearly makes him scoff. To believe, for even a moment, that you had considered another partner outside of himself. Laughable. Though, truthfully, he’s quite sure you could get anyone you so pleased – you’d managed to charm him of all people – he knows you’re right where you want to be. His job is keeping you here, sitting off to the side, while someone else charms you won’t do him any good.
Yes, and when you’re finally rid of your little pest– guest. Your guest. When you are rid of him, Vil is sure to shower you with extra attention. While, truly, he’s not particularly afraid of you leaving him… it can’t hurt to reinforce your bond just a little, right? Not as though you have anything to complain about when you’re the one getting pampered.
