“Perfection is a continuous process, all of us go through with it.”
🎥💋ྀིྀི꒱༘: Director Vil Schoenheit x Rookie Actress Reader
Synopsis ˚.🎀༘⋆: For so many years of being an Actor, Vil decided to take a different path in the industry, which is directing his own film, and then there is you, a rookie actress trying your best to climb with a goal to prove yourself.
Disclaimer ˚.🎀༘⋆: female reader; director x actress; reader is a rookie, age not specified; Vil might be OOC; future Vil; adult reader; tension; teasing while drunk; soft Vil; harsh reality of industry; hardships and confidence, perfectionism symbolism; sfw; no smut just a small fic.
You can say Vil Schoenheit was a legend in the entertainment industry. I mean, if you look at his discography he made a lot of hits and ground breaking movies. He was stunningly beautiful with striking features and adored even before. He is the son of a famous action actor, Eric Venue but all of his achievement isn’t connected to connections and money, Vil worked hard for it. He started acting at such a young age, working hard to be an excellent actor and be memorable above all, even if he was always considered a villain in most of his discography. But that didn’t stop him from achieving his goals and perception with discipline and perfectionism.
Sounds cool right? I mean he truly is remarkable.
Much more remarkable that he is now headlining in every article and tabloids with the news of him directing a new movie. Throughout his 20’s all he did was solidify his reputation more as a top-tier actor before going into a new direction as a director.
Of course, there will be negative comments in the media. Well it is the internet and nothing comes good with it.
“It may be my first ever directing movie, but,” He said confidently, pausing just long enough for the cameras to lean so close and microphones coming closer, “I have no intention of treating it like a ‘first attempt.’ A film is not an experiment. It is a statement.” All the reporters exchanged glances as his composed smile sharpened slightly ready to say a lot more. “So,” Vil added, “whether it is my debut as a director or not is irrelevant. What matters is that it will be flawless.”
All media had mixed emotions with that revelation, may it be positive, neutral or negative. All in his head was focused on his goals and using his foundation of skills for this glamorous film.
Then there is you, a rookie actress. Well not really a rookie, but rather still rising from the bottom up to the top that is what you keep on telling yourself. Being an actress with a small foundation is hard, during your college days you did film, theater and acting school, it wasn’t a very well known school where most of your peers in the entertainment industry came from.
But you did your best to get into the industry through thick and thin, getting roles such as an extra like a villager in a princess film, a janitor in a high school series, or a zombie in a low budget film pretending to be dead. It was really rough at first until you slowly climbed, until you got a small major role and that is a fifth member out of seven idols in a coming of age movie.
People recognize you and with that, you get a number of fans which you are thankful for. With this direction, you can now feel that you are growing and hope that this will continue. With that new opportunity, you got new roles. It wasn't the main but rather secondary characters that had over 10-12 minutes of screen time in film.
Even if you already achieved a lot, you still want more. I mean who wouldn’t? Dream big while you still can.
You asked your managers (part-time managers huhu) to send applications for some more productions and directors, maybe with luck your name will be recognized and acknowledged. But just as your name began circulating a little louder in new productions, directors, casting rooms and audition lists, a different kind of rumor started spreading through the industry.
A new film.
A director’s debut.
And a casting search that was… unusually strict.
It was not long before you found out why, after all the internet speaks about it for days and is still trending up until now.
The one and only Vil Schoenheit was looking for an actress, the main lead actress. Not just any actress, but someone who could carry the weight of a role itself. According to insiders,
“demanded both elegance and emotional precision beyond conventional standards.” and “status of being an actress isn’t particular, just prove that this role is truly for you.” This is scary, you admitted. The audition notice alone felt intimidating. It is straight to the point.
No improvisation and bluffing.
No exaggeration. No mediocrity disguised as effort.
Just straight to the point.
With that, all you can think of is should I or should I not? You told yourself not to think about it too much. It gives you a mental breakdown, this is an opportunity right? After all, someone like you who is still climbing in the industry, still proving yourself wasn't usually the first choice for something so high profile. But then you read it again, “status of being an actress isn’t particular, just prove that this role is truly for you.”
“I had a chance, right? This is ridiculous.” you thought and sighed, but after almost an hour, you still applied. Not because you believed you’d be chosen in this opportunity but rather you refused to stop trying. Dream big while you still can, that is a motto you always remind yourself. You worked harder than you had in years, you remembered how late night rehearsals you did in a small studio with mirrors. The voice control lessons until your voice cracked and burned. Re-reading scripts until you feel satisfied and facial expressions to catch the audience and directors. Every other audition before this had taught you how to survive rejection, feeling like a pity in the entertainment industry is for the weak. This one made you want to earn acceptance, you had to prove a lot more than it meets the eye.
Then the day finally came.
The studio was nothing like your previous auditions, it was in a medium sized private room but everything you needed for the audition was in there. There was no chaos, no rushed casting assistants, no indifferent glances from the others, no muttering of script from other actresses.
Just silence that felt eerie, controlled and so heavy that made you sweat.
And at the center of it all, him.
Vil did not look up immediately when your name was called, he truly didn’t need to and you could feel his attention before you went to the center of the stage. Your heart was throbbing so fast, you feel like you’re sweating in both hands and feet, each step you did was heavy and you can hear it click each step. When you are now at the center, he finally looks at you, it is assessing and his eyes are calculating. Like a final decision hadn’t been made yet and you were standing in the space between “discarded” and “chosen.”
He tilted his head slightly and said “Show me what you have prepared.” His tone was calm and precise. At that moment, you realized this wasn’t just an audition. It was the beginning of something you hadn’t prepared to want this badly.
A week passed since the audition, but it didn’t feel like time was moving in a straight line anymore. You are relentless, every day is like the same cycle: waiting, checking your phone, pretending not to wait, then checking again anyway. There are no calls, emails, or even sudden announcements. It is making you stressed and you’re sure the others too are like you, still waiting.
Everything is quiet, the kind that made you question whether you had imagined the whole thing and the way Vil Schoenheit looked at you like you were something still unfinished, not yet decided. You told yourself it was normal, big productions took time and decisions like that weren’t rushed. Also this is his first ever debut as a director! Everything must be perfect! So during the day all you did was sulked, squeal, sigh and sleep while waiting.
On the seventh day, you were halfway through rehearsing lines you weren’t even sure you’d ever use again when your phone finally lit up.
Your heart stopped before you even answered and immediately answered it.
“Hello?” you said, your voice felt so tight. Then a pause and suddenly the caller replied. “This is the casting office for Pursuit of Power.”
The name alone made your grip tighten at your phone, this is it.
“We are calling regarding the final selection for the main lead role.” You paused and your breath caught. There was a brief shuffle on the other end, like papers being checked, the sound was so professional. And then the words came.
“You have been selected.” For a second, you didn’t respond, you felt like your mind started a short circuit making you not process it immediately.
“I - I’m sorry, could you repeat that?”
A faint sigh was heard at the other side of the call and repeated the words you are waiting to hear again.
“You have been selected. Director Schoenheit has approved your casting.”
Approved, it was approved.
As much as you want to celebrate and dance, you have to stay calm and continue the conversation. The call continued, details about schedules and contracts flowing past you like distant noise, but your attention was stuck on one thing.
He chose you. Like legit he chose you out of all participants.
And somewhere in the back of your mind, you could almost feel it again, that steady, unreadable gaze from the audition room, as if he had already known what the answer would be before you did. The first week of practice felt less like preparation, it was very heavy and the pressure is so bad you can feel it in your skin and bones. It's like you're back at college again waiting for your grades to come or your first audition ever, it's chilling.
The set was a controlled environment, you've been to a lot of sets, even the lowest budget. This set is the same as others with white walls, marked stage lines, mirrors installed at precise angles, it's not really different but there's something that makes you feel that it is not, everything in here exists to reflect flaws back at you and at the center was Vil, your now new director.
You know Vil’s reputation, after all he is well known even as a child with his spectacular roles in films especially “villian” roles that people keep talking about. Also how famous he is in magicam and his education at Night Raven College. His reputation was through and through, but also his rumoured attitude. People say that he is successful, strict, intimidating, admired and extremely hardworking, also adding the perfectionist attitude and relentless discipline.
That really didn't scare you, maybe just a little bit but you said to yourself that you'll take that challenge.
“You’re late by three seconds in emotional escalation and especially in phase 3.” he said once, without looking up from the script.
“I was on time, especially in phase 3.” you said defend yourself, “That is not the point.”
Okay, I'm sure this is just a small simple issue you thought. Girl you are in for a ride. Rehearsals are about correction and revision, all directors had different visions of what they wanted for the film. Actors and Actresses are free to improvise or comment, but more decisions were made by the director. You thought the script was just an exception and after days, you started to think of a weird internal monologue.
He corrected everything. I mean everything. Your posture. Your tone. Your movement. Your breathing. Every angle that you did during the rehearsal. Even how long you hesitated before saying your lines.
“You are not reacting,” he told you sharply during one session. “You are performing a reaction. There is a certain difference.”
“And what’s the difference?” you shot back before you could stop yourself. Oh sevens, you finally snapped and you started to think how to crawl into the floor.
The room went quiet, it wasn't that silent before and you know this is it. All the assistants froze, never in their ears heard something like this ever in the presence of Vil. You feel like it's just seconds and then he finally looks at you. You swear you feel like you're now being cut into pieces because of his eyes.
“Authenticity is not decoration,” he replied, his face is neutral and doesn't look mad and that scared him more than it should. “It is control without appearance of control.”
He suddenly paused. “You are currently doing neither.”
And you can hear the saxophones getting louder in the background of your mind.
You thought you survived the great war of Vil in the rehearsing room but wait until it is now for the set itself. Ever since you snapped back at him one time, you never did it again. I applied for this, I got accepted and here I am, I won't back down. That's your motivation. You followed every correction he gave in the script, remembered the notes and comments and most importantly his redirection for this film.
The set of this film was colder than rehearsals, not emotionally but literally. If the rehearsal room was just a studio with white walls and single light. Here is different, the lighting was designed to drain warmth from skin tones, turning every actor into something fragile and unreal. You can see the budget of this huge film, after all before this you're in some low to medium budget of a set.
Your character’s world was built on elegance and cruelty: a society where beauty was currency and obedience was survival. It sounded so dramatic but this is part of the foundation of the film. And Vil directed it like a surgical operation, piece by piece and with precision.
“Reset the scene.” he said one time, “Again.” he added the next time and then, “Again.”
You swear that this is hell. Even when you were exhausted. Even when your voice cracked mid-line. Even when your hands shook slightly from repeated emotional takes.He noticed everything, like every single thing and that frustrates you. He rarely stopped and you know it won't be stopped any time soon.
You know in filming, the hardest scenes weren’t the loud ones. The loud ones are just screaming or releasing your emotions in the scene, you can cry, you can laugh and improvised. The hardest were the quiet ones. The scene would be just you, no words and just yourself. Here are scenes where your character had to smile while breaking internally. Scenes where silence carried more meaning than dialogue and Vil demanded perfection in those silences.
“Your eyes are empty, you need to put more emotion and facial expressions in here” he said after seven takes. “I’m trying,” you whispered, you really do.
He sighed. “Let's take a break for a moment, people!” All of the staff even had a break before proceeding again. After a particularly draining scene where you had to collapse silently on set, the crew began resetting equipment.
You didn’t move and just stayed there, when you heard him approach and he crouched slightly well not fully, just enough that he was no longer towering over you.
“Exit the role.” he said quietly, it's like a whisper in your ear, he wasn't mad or anything and all you can do was just blink, “I thought we were still filming–” He sighed and held his hand up to yours to fix your posture.
“We are not, we are done for the day” he paused as you looked at him. “…You did well,” as he added. It wasn’t praise in the usual sense and you feel like it's worse. More like it was an acknowledgement.
Another night after filming ran late, you were still sitting on set reviewing lines, you needed more or rather you needed to do more. Most of the staff had already left and they asked you to have dinner with them but you stayed. You didn’t notice him until his voice was coming closer to you.
“You are still here, rest is needed for someone who is working. You need to sleep and prep yourself –” You looked up and cut him off. “Trying to improve.”
“You will deteriorate before you improve if you continue like this.” His tone was softer and he placed a water bottle on the table beside you. “I do not tolerate inefficient performers, take a rest.” he added, turning away from you but the thing is he didn’t leave immediately not until you took a sip, and that made you feel better.
After that you always looked at him, you know how the world saw Vil Schoenheit as a perfectionist tyrant of film, he was in a since but you began to notice something else or even small things. He didn’t praise easily, you truly have to earn it, he noticed everything and corrected it if needed and he always corrected you first in this film set. At first it was frustration, doubt and patience turning thin is your opinion of him. But this is reality and since you applied, face the consequences.
The filming continued and the set was already nearly finished when a certain request came in. Vil requested something from the staff, writers and members, as his voice cutting through the production room all of them froze.
“We are changing Scene 40.”
Vil Schoenheit did not “change” scenes lightly. Every frame of Pursuit of Power had been locked, refined, and rehearsed until it matched his standard of perfection. Changing isn't common for this, so it if there is a script change it only meant one thing:
Something had been wrong or someone had.
You were called in ten minutes later, when you heard the news you were frozen. What just happened? Did I do something wrong because that is my scene? You speed run into the set, well it looked the same but the air felt different. Something changed and it was sharper, it was never wrecking.
You looked around and saw Viil stood near the director’s monitor, flipping through revised pages. He looked so serious but his face was relaxed, you felt like he already knew your presence was there.
“You will redo Scene 47,” Vil said calmly.
You frowned slightly. “We already filmed it twice yesterday, what's wrong with it?” Vil finally looked at you and replied. “It is emotionally insufficient, I'm looking for something more. Here is the new script, read it.”
You obliged and skimmed the page, the scene is still the same or similar. In the original version, your character simply broke down after a confrontation and silently grieving. But now there was a dialogue. A single line dialogue.
You looked up immediately confused. “…This wasn’t in the script.”
His expression didn’t change and his arms were crossed, he was demanding. “It is now and you will deliver it.”
Okay so filming continued, but the set was starting to become unusual and you started to notice things, like super duper small things. Ever since the change of the last take, you feel like the lines were being adjusted and the camera angles lingered a second longer when you spoke.
I'm sure this is just a coincidence, right?
Until it wasn’t, it was afternoon when it was now time to review the script. You picked up a revised script page left on your chair, and surprised you didn't see his handwriting but rather your own annotations. The exact pauses you naturally took, exact phrasing you had improvised once during rehearsal.
Your breath hitched and turned, you saw Vil watching from across the set, his arms crossed as always, expression unreadable and he simply said one thing.
“Focus on your next scene, I'm looking forward to it” and that made you happy, you smiled like never before and realized maybe this is what I am truly working so hard for.
And then suddenly the final day came faster than you expected. After a long run of filming, body aches, voice cracked, body full of sweat and a lot of doubts, the last scene was cracked and the final “Cut” echoed throughout the set.
And just like that it was over.
Later that night, Vil hosted the celebration, of course he did. It is normal for production to celebrate after long days, months and weeks of making the set, you've been to a lot of parties, even the low budget ones. A little bottle of wine or a glass and snacks on the side is enough for you. Nothing about it was excessive, there's drinks and snacks but it was perfect for everyone who worked so hard for this film. Everyone was having a great time, every guest was acknowledged, especially Vil's partnerships for the film. Every member of the staff was treated with a level of respect that didn’t go unnoticed.
It wasn’t just a party, it was a closure for everyone
“Congratulations to you! I'm excited about your performance watching it in theaters. I'm looking forward to it.”
“I heard you're a rookie yourself? May this film be a great step for you, I'm sure director Schoenheit did a great job, dear.”
This is the first time you heard people talk to you like this, you did get roles before but never compliments. Something is happening right now that is overwhelming plus you're intoxicated yourself because of the expensive wine you decided to drink, after all this might be the last time you'll get that brand. So you decided to take a break in a quiet space. So you slipped away eventually, getting away with the noise, many people and many emotions you didn’t quite know what to do with yet.
“Where is a place where it is quiet? Oh the balcony it is!” You thought and decided to go. Atlas is quite the perfect place to get away. Cool air brushed against your skin as the city lights stretched endlessly below. You leaned against the railing, exhaling slowly, letting the noise from inside fade into something distant.
“You left early.” Of course not just me who would think to get away from people, but why is he here? Isn't he supposed to talk to everyone after all this is his debut film. You didn’t turn immediately and replied.
“Careful, Mr.director” you said lightly. “People might think you’re looking for me.”
Then you finally glanced at him, he looks beautiful and there is a smallest flicker of reaction.
“I was ensuring all principal cast remained accounted for, and wouldn't want something to happen while there's an ongoing event especially if I am hosting it.” he replied smoothly, damn straight to the point, that's the director you know from the set.
“Of course you were.” you replied softly and smiled. He slowly stepped beside you in the railings, he wasn't that super close but he was closer than before.
This is awkward if you won't speak so blurted out. “Thank you… for the party, it's nice that everyone was enjoying it.”
“As the director, it is my responsibility.” You smiled faintly and chuckled while shaking your head. “You really can’t just accept a thank you, can you?” Silence settled but it wasn’t tense, you never panic internally not until he spoke.
“You improved.” he was blunt saying it, exactly like his version of praising anyone. You leaned back slightly against the railing, arms crossed and sigh softly.
“I know.” with that he looked at you and saw how there is a smile tagged in your lips. “What? You’re not the only one allowed to be confident.” His gaze sharpened, but there was no disapproval in it.
“It suits you, to be like this.” he said and that made you blink, is this really the same Vil on the first day you saw him and in the rehearsals, you started to feel like your cheeks are turning red. Is it the wine or just how warmed you felt?
“Careful,” you teased, tilting your head. “Say things like that too often and I might think you’re proud of me.” Oh sevens, I think it is the wine that is making you say things like this!
“I do not deal in vague sentiments, whatever I say that comes through my mouth is already my final words” he replied at your small teasing. “So that’s a yes?” saying to him back, he paused.
“…It is an acknowledgment of satisfactory growth.”
You laughed softly. “Right. Director Vil speaks for ‘I’m proud.’ Got it.” He didn’t correct you this time, it felt weird because throughout the months he always corrects everything. Then there is silence again and your gaze drifts back to the city before you. This silence of the balcony is perfect, maybe it is an opportunity to ask him something you truly wanted to ask ever since some part of the film was retaken.
“…You changed the script.” you finally asked after a lot of hesitation, or maybe so the alcohol also helped you confidence in front of him. You turned to him again, more direct now, it's time to ask more while you still can.
“You’ve been changing more than that.” Vil's expression didn’t shift, and still looking at the city below you.
“How so? Clarify for me then.”
“Oh you know the retakes, the pauses, the camera holds differently especially the angles. Even the blocking and especially you let me use my annotation of the script.” You tilted your head slightly, studying him now the same way he used to study you. “You adjusted everything… around me.”
Then there is silence and one thing you didn't expect is that Vil didn't deny it. “So you noticed.” That confirms it, so you smiled. “You taught me to you know, I learned that from you since rehearsals. I guess I truly take my notes so well.”
“You were limiting yourself,” he said after a moment. “You relied too heavily on control, it's possible my actions to you might have impacted in both negative and positive ways. So I decided to change it.”
You nodded slowly and replied in a small whisper. “I know, but you didn't just fix that.” His eyes narrowed slightly at whispered words. “You trusted me with it,” as you continued. “That line… that wasn’t just direction. You knew I could do more.”
“And now?” he asked you and you looked at him to meet his gaze fully. “Now I know I can and I'm thankful about it.” Vil internally smiled at that, he finally saw the confidence and away from the shyness and doubts when he first saw you. He truly had a talent, everyone has one and forge for each actor and actresses. The confidence sat naturally on you now, you earned it now so well.
“You hide your imperfections too well, you earned everything that happened in this film.” he said, echoing himself. You smiled this time and replied a little playful again.
“And you hide your soft side too well.”
His eyes narrowed at those words. “Sof–”
“You threw a whole party, Vil.” you said cutting him off before he speaks in denial. He didn’t respond immediately. “For the staff,” you continued, counting lightly on your fingers. “You adjusted scenes for me. You didn’t call cut right away earlier–”
“That was for the integrity of the scene.” he defended himself. “Sure sure,” you nodded, unconvinced. “Sure it was.”
He sighed and there was a faint exhale from him. “That is not softness, it's a responsibility of a director to throw a celebration since we worked hard on this film I longed for,” he said as you stepped a little closer. “No,” ou said gently and feeling a little bit gritty.
“…It’s care.” That word lingered and for once again, Vil didn’t have an immediate correction. You looked back at the city, resting your arms on the railing again. “…You’re not perfect either, you know that right?”
“Perfection is a continuous process.” he sighed at you, is he losing his patience with you? I hope not. “Yeah. And you’re still working on yours.” you said to him. All he did again is sighed, not grumpily or mad, just sighed at you.
“Just like you know, I won't argue with you any more and I think it's the best to get back inside now.” You glanced at him, a small grin forming. “Okay I won't talk again Director! But the difference is I’m enjoying it now.”
That earned you something rare and you swear, you show the faintest curve at the corner of his lips.
“Also thank you, thank you for approving me to get this role even if I’m just a rookie of an actress, how shy I am, how I keep on doubting myself and for letting me prove myself that I finally did it.” You said as you looked at him, full of sincere.
And this time it didn’t feel like the end of something. You hoped this isn't the alcohol of wine talking but it felt like the beginning of being seen. By him, Vil Schoenheit and finally by yourself.
Red carpet. You've been to the red carpet before but never like this. The crowd was louder than you remembered. Your name is being called now by the people and the flashing lights of the camera are blinding, the flashes burst like lightning across the carpet, reflecting off polished marble and glass panels. Every camera is tracking each movement, before you would have hesitated, you would adjust your posture twice or maybe thrice. Plus your second-guessing your smile that felt like supper awkward.
The dress hugged your frame like it belonged there. Your movements were no longer careful; they were intentional and every step was measured but controlled. For once of being an actress, you weren’t thinking about whether you were doing it right. Because you already knew that someone is behind all of your co-workering actors, even you. The familiar presence in the background, him.
Vil Schoenheit didn’t need an introduction, I mean he is Vil Schoenheit. The crowd shifted instantly and his name echoed louder, the cameras flashed like crazy. But something else happened too, they didn’t look at him alone.
He decided to take a place beside you as they looked at you together and your co-actors.
“Over here everyone! Let's take these amazing photos for the memorable premier!!”
“Vil! Reader! This way please!!”
Before, you would’ve waited for direction and words for him to position everyone of you. But tonight you moved first and stepped much closer beside him, naturally closing the distance. Like you belonged in his frame.
Vil noticed and of course he did. His gaze flicked to you briefly and you swear you heard him say something.
he said quietly, just low enough for only you to hear.
The cameras went wild as you turned slightly toward him as flashes went off, your shoulder brushing his arm like it was natural and that’s what made it dangerous.
“Y/N, look here!” You did but not immediately, you prioritized glancing at him first. Just for a second and enough for the cameras to catch it. And that’s when people noticed Vil like he's different for a moment because for the first time he wasn’t controlling the moment.
Suddenly a reporter called out, “Vil! How was it working with your chosen lead actress for your debut film?” It's a standard question, and the reporters are expecting something polished like a rehearsed answer for all in the industry.
Vil turned slightly toward the microphones and without looking away from you he said, “She improved so well and consistently. I hope everyone will know what an actress she may be in this film, especially in my debut film.”
The reporters blinked because that wasn’t how he spoke about people. Not publicly for overall almost two decades he was in the industry and that alarmed you. You let out a small laugh, shaking your head. “Only because you didn’t let me settle for less.”
The crowd reacted with soft murmurs, interest rising, as Vil’s expression shifted and casually replied. “I don’t repeat myself for those who aren’t worth the effort.”
That did it and the press exploded.
“Are you saying she’s the high standard in all of your future films?!”
“Vil, that sounds personal!”
“Reader, how does it feel being chosen by him?!”
You should’ve deflected and kept it professional, moved on from these ridiculous amounts of questions but instead you decided to play with it, you turned fully toward him.
“Then I guess I passed your standards and set the tone high?” A dangerous question and one he could easily shut down. Vil looked at you and for a moment the word felt silent for a while.
“You stopped trying to meet them, and settled on your own.” he said and with that you knew that wasn’t just an answer and it was acknowledgment. An Equal ground and the cameras caught everything. The way his gaze softened not dramatically, not out of character but a rather proud and relieved expression that is enough for people to notice and enough that headlines would write themselves:
“A different side of perfection?”
As you both turned for the final set of photos, his hand hovered near your rest there. It doesn't look like it is for show and you didn’t react, nor looked surprised because for once you weren’t following his direction and you were standing beside him and one thing you won't forget this night is he let you.
Author's note: Oki so I'm back after two months of a dramatic rant of our government banning this app but that had already been resolved so here I am. Decided to finish this fic that is in my docs for a month also because of Vil's new club card gave me motivation to finish it. I also changed my template for this one, might as well edit the others. Hope you enjoy, this might be the longest fic I had written. <3
