The villain will get his own Happy Ending: Prologue
Link:Â https://archiveofourown.org/works/29384211
Characters: Vil Schoenheit, Rook Hunt, Neige LeBlanche
Relationship: Rook Hunt/Neige LeBlanche, Vil Schoenheit/Rook Hunt, Vil Schoenheit/Neige LeBlanche
Warnings: Character Death in the beginning!
Summary:Â To be reborn into the world of the series he had a role in was something he did not expect.He didn't know if he should laugh or cry when he realized that he had been reborn as the villain.
A blond man sat up from his bed, his night robe was drenched with sweat and he was breathing heavily, his eyes were wide open.
The blond looked at his hand, he was slightly shaking because of what he dreamt, his head was pounding. His face was pale as he tried to organize the things he had just seen.
That⊠that wasnât his first life.
He already lived a life as Vil Schoenheit before, just not in this world.
Some things were still hazy, but he could still remember a few things.
Vil had been a student of Night Raven College and an accomplished actor. A magician who was well known for his beauty and his skills, someone who led a rigorous lifestyle to be better than anyone else, to prove that he was someone powerful.
Someone who deserved to be on stage until the very end.
And he died at the age of 18.
It happened during the holidays. His day has been nothing spectacular as he walked along the sidewalks, his eyes were on the script he got from a director he would be working for.
Once again, he received the role of a villain. A character who would be sacrificed for the happiness of the hero and his love interest. Interestingly, Rook had been invited to play the role of the male lead for the hero, for the director seemed to have been interested in the fellow blonde since the VDC.
He didnât mind it exactly, wasnât even that surprised by it.
Rook was attractive in his own way, and he was also aware of how their performance would attract a few interested parties who were in need of fresh faces.
What annoyed him was that Neige got the role of the hero once again. Vil grit his teeth but didnât show his anger openly, for he was in public and wouldnât risk getting a blemish on his rather good reputation, despite the roles he got. His head snapped to the side when he heard screams all of a sudden, a shocked look was on his face as he saw a kid who just waltzed over the street because of one stupid reason or the other while a truck was quickly approaching.
Before he could waste a second thought on what to do, his feet just carried him to where the boy was as he pushed him out of the truckâs way. What he felt next was the impact of the transporter as it hit him. The crash only hurt for a second before he started to feel nothing, his body was numb as he blinked slowly. He could dimly hear shocked screams and gasps from bystanders, but his brain was already occupied by other thoughts.
He could have just used his magic instead of jumping right in, couldnât he? Still, he didnât regret what he did, for no one else seemed to have reacted to what happened in front of their eyes.
Maybe he will be seen as an idiot who didnât use his magic to help. Perhaps he would be seen as a hero who used his own life to save a child. Wouldnât it be ironic if he got what he wanted only after his death? A smile was on his lips as he felt the warmths seep out of his body, noticing the slight twitching of his fingertips. Vil closed his eyes as he vaguely noticed the sound of sirens, but it was too difficult to cling to his senses.
That was the last thing he had seen in his dreams, his hand was resting on his head as he gripped it.
A chuckle then escaped his lips, it seemed as if his luck was impeccable.
To be reborn into the world of the series he had a role in was something he did not expect.
He didn't know if he should laugh or cry when he realized that he had been reborn as the villain.
The Vil Schoenheit of this world was the vain second prince who was admired because of his ethereal beauty and feared because of his sharp tongue that was accompanied by a violent temper. People sucked up to him, and he was naive enough to believe their whispers of how he would be so much more suited to be on the throne than his brother, Louis Schoenheit, the crown prince.
In the series, his downfall began because of his selfishness as he forced Rook to stay by his side. While Rook accepted it with a smile while saying that it was an honour to serve the fairest of the kingdom, his eyes were on someone else already.
Rook Hunt, the male lead, was in love with Neige LeBlanche, the beloved youngest son of a barony.
He was the one who was known as the fairest and kindest of the kingdom, at least among the commoners, with how he always helped the poor and gave them kind and warm smiles.
The duke first fell in love with Neige when they were children, the black haired man was the one who let Rook stay at his home when the other found him injured in a forest.
When he first read about it, he almost gagged but kept a straight face.
In the end, his brother and the duke would be the ones who condemn him for all the crimes he committed against poor, poor Neige, abusing his power unfairly.
He would then be thrown into a cold cell, starving to death because of how he would be forgotten by the guardsâŠ
⊠as if he would let that happen!
No, Vil had no intention to follow the path of the Vil of the script. This was definitely the same world with how he had lived so far.
The grip he had on his blanket tightened, the look in his eyes was a determined one.
Hah, there was no way that he would go down the same path.
It still wasnât too late to change. Rook may be in his service already, but he didnât start the harassment yet, at least not the really bad things.
Sure, he had been harsh to him verbally, but except for that, he had been relatively tame.
Vil would give up on Rook. He could feel a twinge in his heart, he remembered how he had been in love with the shorter man without ever confessing to him. He wanted to after the VDC if victory had been theirs, but it wasnât, which was why he refrained from doing so, especially after the reveal that his⊠no, the hunter, was a fan of Neige.
It wasnât that he felt betrayed. More than that, he believed that he wasnât good enough for the other.
Vil wasnât as adorable and cute, wasnât as warm and soft as the boy with ebony locks and chocolate coloured eyes that seemed to melt the heart of even the coldest person.
For a second, he wondered if he would be able to give up the other man. Obviously, Rook was already in love with someone, and he wasnât the kind of person who would take that kind of happiness away from another person, despite how cruel he can be sometimes when it came to work.
The blond shook his head, of course he had to give up. Even if he was in love with Rook, this duke⊠he wasnât his to take.
Staying alive should be his first priority. Getting between them would only be a hassle, and there were better things he could do with his life and the position he had.
This time, he would live his life to the fullest and prove that he was more than just a pretty face. Those two can have their happy love life, Vil didnât care anymore at this point, or at least that was what he tried to tell himself.
Vil slowly got up from his bed, walking over to the mirror. A loose strand of hair was tucked behind his ear as he smiled to himself.
He would escape the cage of the role as the villain that was imposed on him. Get people he trusted, gain a hold on the aristocats and maybe even fall in love with someone else.
Surely there was someone who was worth keeping, Rook wasnât the only pretty fish in the sea.
With that new goal in mind, he called for a maid, so they could draw a bath for him. It wouldnât do him any good if he met those nobles while he was still sweaty after all, would it now?
Rook is one of my favorite characters because heâs such a hopeless romantic at heart! And he doesnât just admire beauty; he feels it, studies it, and pours his whole soul into it. When Neige realizes that the mysterious âRâ whoâs been sending him letters is actually Rook, he isnât creeped out or dismissive. Heâs genuinely touched, and he thanks Rook for supporting him and politely asks Rook to sign future letters with his real name. Neige validates Rookâs feelings without making him feel embarrassed and thatâs why Rook's interaction with Neige in Book 5 means so much to me! This tiny little moment completely changes the tone between them for me.
In my headcanon, after that moment, I imagine Rook becoming bolder and more honest in his letters, but now writing as himself instead of a faceless admirer. And Neige, being the kind and emotionally perceptive person he is, would absolutely make time to write back. Their letters would slowly shift from fan and idol to something much more personal; more like two people learning each otherâs hearts through words, admiration, and sincerity. Because Rook is the kind of guy who loves deeply and romantically, and if Neige truly is anything like Snow White he'd, you know, âcould not resist,â and their relationship deepens one letter at a time.
Below are just some quotes and poems I found on Pinterest and think that Rook would write to Neige. I'm sorry but I can't help but hear him saying all of these things to Neige! X3
âYour work has shone a light upon my life and allowed me to live with hope in my heart.â
