Just some silly little doodles I did for Mother's Day. I loved the meme, so I decided to do it for each of Yuu's first three pregnancies.
Yuu was not really aware of the fact she'd be laying an egg. Plus, post birth delerium (And scaring everyone near the room to get the fuck away from her)
The event was pretty cute!! I always love how these boys are so not normal that the moment they're slighted, the only option is murder. These are more doodles than an actual outfit ref. But I'm happy to have it done after the horrible mood I had yesterday.
A/N: Look what I finally managed to finish! I went back and added, deleted, and generally just rewrote it. I hope you guys enjoy the fic and new art at the end of the part.
Word Count: 5.8K
Pairings: Vil/Rook
Warnings: Neige is not 'well', Incest mention via movie
Starter, Part 1 (Here), Part 2 (HeartsLabyul), Part 3 (Diasomnia), Part 4 (Savanaclaw), Part 5 (Octavinelle), Part 6 (Scarabia), Part 7 (Igynihyde)
Classes didn’t start for another week, and the open house event didn’t start until tomorrow. So Yuu didn’t have a reason to be awake before noon. But as she realized she was conscious, confused at the sound of floorboards downstairs, she wondered why she was awake. A few minutes pass and she was able to drift back to sleep, not hearing anything after the initial sound and assuming Grim was walking around looking for snacks. By the third time she blinked awake, she realized Grim was still sleeping tucked up against her stomach as more floorboards creaked downstairs with no explanation. She did her best to not jostle Grim, reaching over to grab her phone and cursed under her breath as she saw it was barely past 7 AM.
She didn’t change out of her pjs, slipping on her house shoes and tiptoeing out of the bedroom. Yuu grabbed her golf club along the way, inching downstairs and avoiding the loud boards. Even after multiple renovations, there were still floorboards that creaked. On bad storm nights, the whole house sounded like it groaned from the effort to stay up. A part of her simply made peace with the fact it wouldn’t be Ramshackle if it wasn’t a little old and creaky. Besides her, Grim was the only one who knew what boards hated being stepped on. Ortho knew them, too, but he didn’t walk. Epel seemed to take sick pleasure in stepping on each one whenever he came over, and the rest of her friends were either too naturally loud or heavy to not make noise in the dorm in a constant stream.
She would have felt more at ease if whoever was in her house had been loud. Her friends were loud, even if they knew she was asleep. But whoever was there was trying to be quiet and failing. Once downstairs, she tries to hear where the intruder was, poised to swing and question after. The sound of the toaster popping gives her the element of surprise, rushing into the kitchen with a war cry.
Both she and the blond intruder scream, Yuu just barely stopping her swing at seeing who it was. Vil had braced himself against the counter, breathing in a forced calm pattern before glaring at her. His hair pulled back in a messy ponytail, face bare besides a tinted lip. Dressed in a modified cropped yellow hoodie, high-waisted black leggings, and simple sneakers, he bites out, “I swear, you and Epel are determined to give me gray hairs! Why are you just so ready to deal violence!? It’s seven in the morning!”
Yuu leans against her golf club, trying to ease her own adrenaline spike, “Yeah! It’s 7 am, why are you in my house!? Also, are you dying? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you without foundation, you look ill.” Her anger grows when the disheveled model only gives her a pinched face, not answering as he turns back to plate the food he was cooking on her stove. She opens her mouth to yell again, only to look at the kitchen window and realize, “...Did you close the blinds?”
Yuu had an odd relationship with blinds after meeting Rook. Yes, she kept her more personal areas heavily covered and only opened them for her monthly dorm deep clean. But the more communal areas of the dorm were free to be viewed from outside at most times of the day. It was nice sometimes to be relaxing on her lonesome, only to hear a tap against the window. A tap could be Jack and Vil on the morning runs, asking her to pass them glasses of water or fruit she had on hand. Maybe Lilia was coming to scare her or show her a new melody he’d learned on some obscure instrument. Or, Ace or Deuce coming to beg her for help after they’ve pissed Riddle off. And Vil knew Rook would rather enter through a window than a damn doorway. Either way, open blinds at Ramshackle had come to mean ‘Come in’. One that Rook delighted in whenever he wasn’t too busy with his ‘errands’.
“...” She walks to the room across the hall, finally taking note of how all of her downstairs windows seemed to have not only their blinds but the thick curtains closed. Stepping back into the kitchen, she snaps her fingers to gain Vil’s attention, “Are you and Rook fighting?”
“Oh, he’s going to wish we were when I get back in the dorm…”
She laughs, watching the star tear into a slice of toast with a runny egg on top of it, “Oh, Seven, the year hasn’t even started yet. Why are you fighting?”
Vil huffed, rolling his eyes, trying to avoid her gaze. Talking with one’s mouth full was just rude, plus he knew if he started ranting his food would be cold before he was done. If he had to hide out at Ramshackle for the day he would need the protein. Glancing down at Yuu snapping her fingers again, he openly takes another big bite of toast, just to show he wasn’t going to answer her anytime soon.
“Ok, fuck you too then, I’ll just call Rook while you’re being a bitch.”
He chokes on a bite, nearly dropping the plate in his rush to shove it onto the counter. Nails sinking into her shoulder to stop her, not caring at the mush of food falling out of his mouth as he shouts, “NO!”
Yuu hisses, a hand coming up to yank Vil’s grip off of her, “OW!? Ok, what is the issue? Is Rook finally trying to shave an undercut on you or something?”
Vil sighs, giving her a small apologetic look before he swallows, “Neige is in Pomefiore. I…really didn’t want to deal with him today, so I managed to make my way here to hide out. I don’t think anyone saw me, but I didn’t want to risk someone seeing me from the windows…” He takes another bite of toast, fingers wiping yolk from his lips, “Sorry about your shoulder…”
“...” Yuu sighs, placing her club against the wall and waves his apology off, “It’s fine. I'm not that thrilled either, but like- Wait, why is his ass here?” At Vil’s equally bewildered shrug, her brows crease, “The open house doesn’t start until tomorrow? Are you sure he’s like here, here?”
“Seeing how Rook was yelling outside my room about his ‘Roi de Neige’ being in Pomefoire and he had to make himself look presentable, I would think so.” Vil scoffs, rolling his eyes at the very idea of anyone excited to see Neige.
‘Good ole Rook, scaring the precious wildlife to get them to escape a foreign danger.’ Yuu mused to yourself. Might as well send him a text to ask how long he thinks it’ll be until Vil was safe to enter his dorm again.
“Well, get comfy, I guess. Idia hooked me up with the good cable and this hydra of a media player. There should be something on the TV. I’m going to make breakfast for me and Grim.”
Vil moved out of her way, finishing off his breakfast before grabbing a mixing bowl to hand to her, “Sorry, I should have made you two something as well instead of just myself.”
“Please, don’t. Your unseasoned pallet would send Grim over the edge, again.”
The dorm leader moves the bowl out of her grip, smacking her on the head with it before putting it on the counter, “Fuck you, you don’t need to use salt and garlic salt in the same dish.”
“They are different things, Vil.”
“They’re both salt.”
Neige looked around before fully exiting from the mirror, a hand quickly making sure his wig was firmly in place. It wasn’t hard borrowing a disguise from his coworkers on his current movie set. Decked out in a mid-length pink wig and pale blue contacts, a simple white shirt, indigo overalls and his dark brown boots, he wasn’t the least bit recognizable. Biting into his lower lip softly, he squealed and bounced in place, staring at the castle against the early sky. That’s where Vi slept! The blond had been in this very pocket dimension for years, he walked on these paths, talked in the halls, bathed in the water- He needed to focus. Giving himself one last preening, he calms his breath and walks toward the dorm in an excited jog.
Each step made his heart flutter. Excitement and fear pulsing in his veins the closer he got to the large, pristine castle. He was breaking so many rules; he wasn't supposed to be here for many reasons. The open house wasn't even open for the Seven's sake; he didn't go to this school, and he had no one's permission to be here. But he had to come; it was his only chance. The open house would no doubt have people crawling all over the campus. Neige wouldn't be able to walk around as himself, let alone be able to get some alone time to talk with his Vi.
Ah. Just the thought of talking to him alone was enough to make his knees weak.
He closes his eyes, hands gripping onto his shoulders in a self-hug when he finally steps onto the main area of the dorm. He breathes it all in, nearly colliding with a figure in an old yellow hoodie racing past him.
He opened his eyes, looking to see if the other figure was suspicious of him. He lets out a sigh of relief seeing them make a clear run toward the mirror. Whoever they were, they seemed more interested in running to wherever they were off to. Vi has made posts about how proud he was of his dorm members taking morning runs, maybe they were simply late for a run with friends? His palms get sweaty as his thoughts start to race at the thought of Vi running with him.
The image of Vi in his black and light purple designer tracksuit, hair pulled back into a wind-swept ponytail. Lips open in a pant as sweat drips down his jaw — FOCUS. He wasn't here to fantasize! He could do that when he went back to his dorm. Hopefully after gaining something to remember his trip by.
His eyes scan the courtyard. It was beautiful as expected, with elegant pathways of carved stones and a large elaborate water feature giving a calming background noise to the area. Apple trees with bright red fruits scattered amongst the deep green grass. The area was so clean and proper he could almost imagine he was back on Royal Sword grounds.
Pulling out his phone he starts to walk on the grass, whispering a small apology for ignoring the very clear sign saying to ‘Stay Off’. Vi had posted a video in late spring. He and a few other students had replanted a number of trees after a mysterious storm had wrecked multiple dorms in NRC. The blond was shown smeared lightly with dirt, a smile on his face as he gently placed a nursery tree into a hole. The video ending on Vi smiling to the camera, air-kissing the leaves of the tree and a message showing up. 'Grow up lovely, little tree'
(Neige won't comment on how he spent an hour in the bathroom connected to his dorm room, trying to hide his sobs as he promised the paused video to grow up to be a big lovely tree. He doesn't think he was successful if Chenya's side-eye was anything to note.)
He wanted to find that tree, he needed to. The urge to simply touch it, feel the bark and soil that were touched by the hands of perfection. Maybe, if it wasn't too tall yet, he could even kiss those same leaves…
It took him nearly an hour, 8 am rolling around and the sun making its formal appearance in the sky, but he found it. Tucked neatly at a distance from two adult trees, small blooms in the branches but no fruits. This was the tree.
Neige takes a picture, walking closer and snapping more as he posed in front of the tree. He looks the tree over and frowns, in such a short amount of time the tree had matured too tall for him to properly kiss its leaves. He couldn't even take a blossom without struggling to climb the still-thin tree. He was light, but he couldn't risk harming the tree Vi had put such love and dedication to.
Instead, he looks around, making sure there was still no one walking around the courtyard before he gently placed his hands on the trunk of the tree. One last nervous glance around, he licks his lips, leaning forward to lightly air kiss against the bark of the tree. Pulling back he felt his nerves alight, filling him with excitement that pulled him back toward the tree. This time his lips connected against the rough bark directly, the fragile skin stinging from the contact before he pulls away.
An indirect kiss with his Vi. The tree was their shared project now, another creative child they could look back on together. He can barely hold back his squeal, bouncing on his heels before wrapping his arms around the tree in a hug. He even peppers a few more kisses onto the bark, momentarily uncaring if anyone saw him.
Rook had only sent a single text to respond to her. Stating he would come for Vil when he was done hunting before ignoring her other messages. Even now, as lunch rolled around, there was still no answer from the Frenchman.
"Do you not have anything that isn’t prepackaged or frozen to eat, Onion?"
Yuu looks up from the kitchen table, glaring at the model searching through the cabinets, "You know, you don't need to be here. You could just go back to Pomefiore and deal with your waking nightmare." She turns back to her phone, ignoring Vil's groan and him slamming the cupboard shut.
"You know I can't. Not until I’m sure Neige is gone, anyway…" He sighs, moving to sit beside her at the small table, "Well, it's not healthy, but I guess I can afford to skip lunch…"
"..." Yuu huffs, rolling their eyes and standing, "No skipping meals, Regina. How about you let me get you a cheat day snack, and we can spend time watching terrible movies?"
Vil raised an eyebrow at her, a single black painted nail tapping at the table as he thought her offer over. Vil didn't take ‘cheat days’ often, if ever. But…he was probably due for a bit of indulgence. While he found her food to be disgustingly overseasoned, Yuu did make efforts to modify her favorites so he'd feel comfortable. Not to mention, making sure his dietary limits weren't ignored.
He clicks his tongue and stands from the table, "I suppose. Nothing too greasy, though. The stress of today is already doing a number on my skin. I'll go pick some movies out."
Walking into the lounge, Vil raised an eyebrow at the beast rapidly tapping his paws against a modified keyboard, “Off the games, Potato. We're going to have an impromptu movie marathon.”
“Boo! You guys movie nights are so boring! You pause the movies and they last forever…” Grim groans, not looking away from the screen. “I'm busy; have it somewhere else.”
Vil rolled his eyes, reaching down and gripping the creature by his scruff. Ignoring Grim's flailing and yowling he placed him outside the room, “Go ask Yuu for a snack.” He closes the door before Grim could protest further, shaking his head at hearing the furious sound of claws against the wood before it stopped.
Looking over the small collection of physical movies Yuu had — instinctively frowning at the titles — Vil found himself thinking back to the first conversation they ever had; He could say he was literally flabbergasted when she asked him who he was. Then again, he couldn't blame Yuu for not knowing anything when they first met. As the cover story went, Yuu was a sheltered child who hadn't been allowed to interact with modern society in a social manner. Their disconnect and blank reactions to common knowledge only sold the lie. He remembers talking to Crewel, mildly worried for Yuu's home life and what kind of person had raised such a hostile yet unaware child. But now he knew them better and didn't need to hold back his distaste for their strange — and wrong — tastes.
What he wasn't expecting was for them to drag him and the film club into these terrible movie-viewing sessions. The first — some horrifically criminal film* that actually put three students in the infirmary and caused one to quit the club entirely — nearly made him ban her from his sight. But, on her second chance, the movie had taken a turn toward simply being poor quality. Bad lighting, muffled audio, unfounded storylines causing anger and confusion for a crisp hour and a half. He himself felt his body itch having to sit and watch mid-tier actors do mediocre jobs, sitting quietly as they subtly flubbed lines or the crew barely performed their duties.
Ortho had paused the movie, a once forbidden act of the club, and remarked on the lighting balance being a fixable issue. He explained as he made his corrections, that filming was most likely in an overcast area and causing the shots to come out as grey or dull. And, amateurishly, the makers had tried to fix it by increasing the saturation of the film. Vil had heard someone audibly sigh in relief as Ortho turned the values down. From there, everyone had given notes of how to improve the movie.
Soon, movie sessions lasted so much longer than before. Members pausing and debating with each other on character motivations and how to fix plot lines. Small discussions on camera settings and if it's easier, better to fix in post or simply reshoot. And — his personal favorite — ‘When will they notice there is a hair on the lens’.
What Yuu had mockingly called a ‘pretentious theater club’ had truly begun Researching Films.
He set the TV to the media player, already placing a disk in, when Yuu and Grim entered. she had a tray haphazardly balanced with a large bowl of popcorn on top of a package of cookies and various candies, a beverage container to one side and three glasses to the other. They set the tray down on the coffee table, Vil organizing it as Grim settled on the couch and Yuu turned the lights out, “You're staying to watch the movie with us?”
Grim simply huffed, magically lifting a glass to him to sip, “You guys can't pause every three seconds like you normally do…”
Yuu smiles, sitting on the housewarden's other side and whispering to him, “We're working on his ADHD tendencies. So most of these today are gonna be stupid action movies to help keep his attention.”
“Hm, this will be a novel effort on his part then…” he half studies a kernel before eating it, clicking his tongue at her, “Really?”
“Oh, you dramatic, delicate little flower. I didn’t even use mayo. Don't act like Mexican- I mean- Xochian popcorn isn't good as hell.”
“It's so overly seasoned…” Vil huffs, scooping popcorn into his palm and starting the first movie, “How you’ve survived this long on your diet both amazes and infuriates me.”
Neige kept close to the walls of the dorm. There weren’t too many people walking around, and anyone who was simply minded their own business. One even waved at him as they passed in the hallway. He had to pat himself on the back, his disguise was working perfectly!
His nervous pace had slowly turned into his normal skip, eyes roaming along the walls at the ornate architecture and glamorous frames of art. In his bliss, he nearly skips past what could only be the dorm’s lounge. A large seating room with multiple couches and duos of armchairs scattered on polished marble floors and ornate carpets. Off in the corner sat an ebony grand piano overlooking the orchard of apple trees. He inhales deeply, the scent of the fruit and vanilla filling his lungs. Taking another, deeper breath, he can pick hints of other notes; pinches of a flower he had forgotten the name of and some type of earthly produce. Neige wondered if the smell was something Vi had created or if the dorms always smelled this refined.
The lounge was empty, giving him the chance to walk and explore the place as he pleased. He took his time to inspect the couches, taking a photo now and again and wondering if he could purchase a matching loveseat for his side of his dorm room at RSA. Throw-pillow in hand, he walks over to a pair of closed curtains, lifting them just to peek behind. The silk pillow slips from his hands, stunned as he looks at the peacock-themed throne. Vi’s throne, the one he sat on. Neige bites his lip so hard he feared he would draw blood. Looking back into the lounge and seeing no one, he stepped into the hidden cove where the throne sat, closing the curtains behind him and hiding from any stray eyes.
He drops to his knees instantly, folding his arms under his head as he rests on the seat of the throne. It was so cozy…Smelling of fresh linens and a dash of lilacs. Nuzzling into the fabric, Neige lets his mind wander. The idea of being in the same school, the same dorm as his Vi, getting to kneel at his feet and rest his head on his lap. His nails dug into the cushion, breathing picking up as he imagined Vi petting his hair while he hummed to him.
After getting his fill, he stood up, phone raised to take a picture of the throne. A dozen photos later he was back in the dorm hallway, smiling at the growing album of photos he’d have for his digital dream board. He pauses in front of a series of photos lining the wall. He then realized it was a collection of portraits of past house wardens, each of them hand-painted with a neutral, regal expression. Neige smiles, looking over each beautiful face. This dorm was made for Vi, a place where only the beautiful and talented could be allowed. Not only had his fellow actor been accepted but he had conquered. His steps picked up speed wanting to see if Vi had a portrait at the end of the hall.
No museum could compare to the masterpiece before him. The portrait of a younger Vi stared back at him, sitting at a 3/4th angle in a chair with his hands placed on his lap. His hair was pulled back, a simple updo with the ombre ends curled on top of his head. The crown Vil normally wore tastefully askew was placed on him properly, it looked so odd but still so perfectly Vi.
He looks down the hall, making sure a group of students had gone around the corner before he looks to the other side. Seeing the coast was clear, he quickly stepped closer to the portrait, leaning down and pressing his lips to the painting's hands, kissing at the smooth ivory fingers. Before he could stop himself his mouth opened, tongue peaking out to lick a quick strip against the surface. It didn’t have a taste past the hint of bitter, he wondered if Vi’s fingers tasted bitter. It would make sense, Vi worked a lot with potions and natural cosmetics, Neige would deal with the bitter taste if he could kiss Vi’s fingers for real…
Grim spoke around his full mouth, glaring at the screen once Yuu removed her hands from his face again, “I liked the last movie better…”
“I wouldn't count that as a ‘movie’...”
“A-Team is a good movie, though.”
“In a ‘Your brain is turned off’ way, I suppose…I will agree with Grim, though, this movie is abysmal.”
“Shut up, it was my pick.”
“And are you proud of your pick?”
“...” Yuu sighs, tilting her head back to turn away from the screen, “It was high in my to-watch folder…”
Vil groans as another scene plays out with the foster siblings, “By the Seven, they’re related!”
“I mean…technically-”
“I'm not going to sit here and let you defend pseudo incest to me.”
“You said it yourself! Pseudo! I'm not defending it, I'm just stating a fucking fact. It's still weird.”
Vil groans louder, covering his face and Grim's with his hands as another non-consensual kiss happens, “He's your BROTHER, stop TOUCHING HIM!”
“Jesus, ask or something. This is just assault at this point…”
Grim huffs and slumped into the couch, accepting he wouldn’t actually see anything of the movie, “Is one of you gonna tell me what incest means?”
“Fuck no.”
Vil checks the time on the video, sighing as he sees the movie had barely passed its halfway point, “Yuu, if you want me to watch another one of these ‘K-Drama’ films, at least pick a good one or one that isn't three hours long.”
“One; this is a Filipino film. Two; unfortunately for you, this is standard.” Yuu lifts her head from the couch, “The fuck else could happen? We already have incest-lite.”
“...Yuu, why is this movie called ‘My Father, Myself*?” Vil seemed genuinely distressed, staring at the scene of the protagonist and his foster father alone in a room together.
“...No…”
The two watch in horror, each chanting ‘No’ in increasingly unsettled and disgusted tones. Their pleas falling on deaf ears as they both let out anguished screams at the kiss being shown on screen.
Yuu recovered before Vil, the Housewarden curled into a ball around a flailing Grim and screaming into his fur. She puts a hand to his back in poor support, “I'M SO SORRY-”
“A GOOD MOVIE. I WANT TO WATCH A GOOD MOVIE THAT YOU RECOMMEND ME FOR ONCE IN MY FUCKING LIFE-”
“I'LL SHOW YOU HOT FUZZ LATER, OH MY GOD-”
“Yuu, I'm not strong enough-”
“I’m. SORRY.”
“What is happening!?” Grim yowls out.
He was going to be arrested one day, he knew it.
Neige rested his back against the closed door, eyes looking around the room with wide excited eyes. Vi’s room. He was inside…Vi’s room. He could die right now and do so with bliss.
He couldn’t tell if he was sad by seeing the room was empty, or relieved he wouldn’t be questioned by his idol and holder of his affections. He’s not sure what he would do or say in his disguise under Vi’s critical gaze. Neige feared he’d either crumble and spill the truth the second the blond lifted a perfectly shaped brow, or he’d keep his identity hidden and simply tell Vil everything.
That would absolutely get him arrested, though.
But Vi wasn’t in his room, no one but Neige was there to stand and exist in the space. Arms moving to hug his body, trying to hold in the happy bubbles of laughter as his eyes roam around the room. Soon, he gathers the courage and pushes off the door to explore. The space was meticulous, a place for everything and everything in its place. The only oddity was the haphazard way the bed was made. His fingers twitched, wanting to properly make and tuck the covers, he could even fluff Vi’s pillows!
Sighing sadly, he decides against it. No need to make Vi worried about someone weird being in his room without his knowledge…
Instead, he walks around, stopping at the vanity, and allowing himself a single spray of the perfume bottle’s bulb. Fingers ghosting over the color-coded lipsticks in their container, fighting the urge to use one…Vi wouldn’t notice, right? No…No, he couldn’t. Vi cared so much about his makeup, Neige couldn’t mess with something so precious to his idol.
He walks over to a bright red exercise ball, a smile on his face as he entertains the idea of bouncing on it for a few minutes. Instead, his eyes catch a semi-hidden hamper tucked into the corner. Was…oh by the Design. Was that Vi’s dirty clothes hamper?
Neige stood frozen, nails picking at his cuticles and threatening to break the skin (Don’t bleed here, do NOT bleed here). He looks from the corner of his eye, a bead of sweat threatening to slide down his face. The door was closed, he was all alone in the room with no way of telling when Vi would come back. He bites his lip, stepping closer to the basket as a smile breaks across his reddening face. He could…just for a little while…
Before he knew what came over himself, Neige had his head buried in the hamper, inhaling deep with gasping breaths. Hands braced so tightly on the edges he feared he’d actually break the material under his grip. He pulls his head out, a wide smile on his face as he pants, a manic laugh bubbles out of his lips.
Crunch
Neige freezes, eyes whipping to the hamper in fear he actually snapped something. The sound happens again from the door-
He nearly falls from how fast he turned, looking to the open door to see a boy with soft purple hair standing there. He had a nonchalant look, one hand in an oversized purple, black-and-white hoodie with the print ‘TRACK’ across the front and the other holding a bright red apple with a few bites taken out of it. Blue eyes met blue and Neige had the brains to try to start an apology. Something to gain enough goodwill to explain…what he was doing, “U-um-” Oh Sevens, Neige knew this boy. This was one of Vi’s friends from the VDC! He’d tell!
Epel just shakes his head slowly, his hand reaching out of his hoodie to grab the door handle, “Don’t even wanna know. Whatever the two of y’all are doing, just keep the damn door closed.”
And like that, he was gone. The door closed behind him and it was almost possible to imagine he was never even there. Neige let out a heavy sigh and felt his entire body relax; Epel didn’t seem to recognize him. He was also painfully uncaring of seeing who could only be a stranger in his dorm leader’s room huffing his dirty laundry, which was worrying. Well, at least he left…the two…
His heart rate picks up again once he realizes what Epel had said. He only needed to turn his head in a quarter turn before he saw who else Epel was talking about. There on the bed — like he was always meant to be there — was Rook Hunt, dressed in a dull purple and grey plaid flannel, dark grey pants with a strap around one thigh, and mud-stained boots. Short locks managed to be pulled into a small, tight ponytail, one of his elbows rested against his crossed leg and holding an arrow delicately with the other.. Neige couldn’t even shake, his blood frozen as he looked into bright green eyes.
Rook tilts his head as he taps the arrow against his leg, “Don’t mind me, Roi de Neige. Please, continue.”
“Rook!” Neige laughs nervously, a smile breaking across his face against his will, “I-How nice to see you, again-I mean…” He coughs, changing the pitch of his voice, “I’m sorry, who are you…?”
With a chuckle, Rook straightened his posture, almost lovingly tracing the edge of the arrowhead, “You’ve been a lovely hunt for me all day~. Watching you roam our dorm and profess your silent adoration has been exhilarating.”
For a split second, Neige let his eyes dart to the closed door, then to the window before snapping back to Rook, “I! I was just-!”
“Shhhh.” Rook stands from the bed, walking closer and Neige realizes with terror that the strap around his thigh was holding a knife. The blonde leans down to softly tap the tip of the arrow to Neige’s nose, “Run.”
“W-wha-?”
“Run.”
It was dark when Vil woke up, humming at feeling a heavy hand shake his shoulder lightly. Blinking awake, he sees Rook standing over him with a calm smile, his ponytail just barely contained by an elastic band, “Mon roi, it’s getting late. We should get you some dinner and then a proper bed.”
Vil sits up, stretching his arms and looking around the room. The ending credits of what Vil remembered being the most delightful movie played on the screen. After the horror show, Yuu had made the effort to pick only soft and enjoyable films as a palette cleanser. To either side of him were Grim and Yuu, slumped and sleeping peacefully, the bowl of popcorn knocked to the ground. He clicked his tongue; did he have to clean that up?
Rook didn’t give him time to choose, pulling him from the couch and steadying his still sleepy body easily. Once Vil was stable, Rook moved to ease Yuu into a more comfortable position. Vil stifles a yawn, grabbing the blanket from the back of the couch and resting it over them. He smooths down their hair, smiling when Rook puts Grim closer to the prefect. Both of them hold in a coo seeing the two instantly curl to each other.
“Alright, back to the dorm, Rook.”
“Oui!”
Vil barely hisses a ‘shh’ before shoving Rook into the hallway, slipping out after locking the front door behind them. Walking back, Vil huffs and runs his hands through his hair, pulling it free from his ponytail, “So…Did you have a nice day?” He really hoped he didn’t.
Clapping his hands, Rook's eyes almost seemed to vibrate as he turned to gush, “Oui! It was so wonderful. I got to shadow mon Roi de Neige all day! Such a thrilling hunt to remain outside of his eyes until I chose to pounce. It’s why I was so late retrieving you, mon Roi. As I had to personally escort him to the Dark Mirror to return to his campus.”
Son of a- “Great, so happy your day was so fun, Rook.”
Vil stumbles, Rook suddenly pressed right against him with an arm wrapping around his waist. A teasing smile on his lips as a hand reaches up to tug at an edge of the yellow hoodie he was wearing. Shivering as cold, callused fingers brush against his skin.
“It has only become more magnifique seeing you’re fond of my old Savanaclaw hoodie, mon chou~. I had always feared you simply threw it out! But to know you kept and made it your own has filled me with such joy!”
“...” Vil sighs, looking away from his boyfriend and ignoring the laugh the Florian lets out, no doubt seeing the soft blush on his cheeks, “It was all I had on short notice…”
*The movie was Human Centipede. Vil literally almost called the police.
*Here's a link to one of my favorite Youtubers, Kennie JD. She does movie reviews!
Have art of what I saw the Pomefiore crew (and Neige) were wearing during the day!
New wave of the Diasomnia Quartet, this band of cousins are running the dorm with a tight fist and by barely being there.
Name & Age: Malgona 'Retribution' Draconia-Crewel, 18 (June 13)
Height: 190cm (6’3”)
Year & Class: Junior, Class A
Club: Girls Spelldrive Team (Disbanded)/ Film Research Club
Best Subject: P.E.
Hobbies: Theoretical Imperialism
Pet Peeves: People interrupting her naps
Favorite Food: Rubies
Least Favorite Food: Vegan alternatives
Talent: Organization
The second coming of Maleanor’s curse, Malgona seeks to become the antichrist her father failed to be. Naturally a terrifying person, she finds joy and amusement in the misery of others. Yuu and Malleus have worked very hard to ensure their sadistic nuke knows not to harm everyone around her.
Malgona is a bitter acquired taste in terms of friendship; luckily for her, she tends to attract people of similar temperaments. Even with her personality, Malgona is shown to be a very capable leader able to inspire subjects to believe in her. Of all of Yuu's children, she acts the most like her mother.
Unique Magic: What’s yours is mine, all in due time, Dragon’s Hoard. A spell that allows her to absorb passive and aggressive magic. She can store the magic and use it against opponents, effectively making her a living magical storage. The drawback of her immense stockade is that her magical attacks are limited in range.
Funfact: Is able to send out a ‘Period Ping’ that forces Charysa and Yuu to start their periods with hers.
Name & Age: Malathew Draconia-Crewel, 18 (June 13)
Height: 193cm (6’4”)
Year & Class: Junior, Class C
Club: Newspaper Committee
Best Subject: Art
Hobbies: Trash Reality Shows
Pet Peeves: His room being cleaned without his permission
Favorite Food: Paper
Least Favorite Food: Unminced Onion
Talent: Calligraphy
An unwilling martyr in the making, Malathew lives his life as he pleases. Seen as the most approachable of the dragon triplets, he's the unofficial diplomat/hostage negotiator of the Crewel siblings. Even with his bubbly personality, Malathew has very few he considers to be his actual friends instead of family connections.
While seen as the ‘responsible one’, he avoids most of his duties — royal and academic. He is only unable to escape when Malgona decides to avoid her housewarden paperwork, literally dumping months' worth of it onto him. An unwilling Vice Warden, through and through.
Unique Magic: Find them here, and find them there. Let my shadow reach across this land. Pins Pricked. A spell that allows him to find the location of any item or person on a map with a magically formed pin. The spell only works if there is a viable map of the area where the item is located.
Funfact: Malathew has eaten every love letter he's received; no, he never opened them.
Name & Age: Malicent Draconia-Crewel, 18 (June 13)
Height: 193cm (6’4”)
Year & Class: Junior, Class D
Club: Gargoyle Research Club
Best Subject: Flight
Hobbies: Swordsmanship
Pet Peeves: Missing out on things
Favorite Food: Sheet Metal
Least Favorite Food: Raspberries
Talent: Curses
Cursed with resting bitch face two-fold, Malicent is both the pettiest and nicest of the triplets. While he is more forgiving than his older siblings, he curses first and thinks about the offense later. Unless the crime is eating desserts he deems to be his, then you're stuck.
Considered ‘the spare-spare’ in unfavorable circles, Malicent is allowed to do and live as he pleases compared to his siblings; exploring the woods of Briar Valley being a childhood hobby. He still longs to be involved with royal duties, but only if it entails dealing with the royal guard. As the years continue, he's becoming more dazzled by the idea of being a knight.
Unique Magic: Frightening, lightning! A shield around my heart and a shock to start. Spectral Surge. A force field of lightning forms around him. From his admiration of Sebek, Malicent’s unique magic formed as a copycat of his. While the main function is to make a shield, he is able to use it to ‘flash step’.
Funfact: Sebek is his favorite uncle.
Name & Age: Beau ‘Vanvolt’, 16 (March 20)
Height: 175cm (5’9”)
Year & Class: Freshman, Class C
Club: Mountain Lover's Club
Best Subject: History
Hobbies: Archery
Pet Peeves: Being spoken over
Favorite Food: Shepards pie (Sheep)
Least Favorite Food: Whatever the fuck Grandpa keeps giving him…
Talent: Photographic memory
The prince of the neighboring kingdom, Beau grew up in Briar Valley fostered by his blood uncle and his husband: Silver and Sebek. Force fed tolerance and suspended between three different parenting styles, Beau is somehow undoubtedly the most ‘normal’ of the current NRC student population.
More a lover than a fighter, Beau's continued hurdle is his unwillingness to strike first. A learned aversion to conflict growing into a frustrating lack of agency in his personal life. He is Charysa's secret admirer and has a 100% chance of success, but still hasn't confessed — to the continued irritation of her immediate family.
Unique Magic: Wisps and wings, I foresee my dreams. Willow Waking. Shooting an arrow allows him to access the dream realm while awake. His time in the realm is limited, but he can use it to send messages, teleport to a new location, and evade attacks. As of now, he gets horrible motion sickness if he overuses his spell.
Funfact: Beau thought Silver, Louis (OC), and Sebek were all his biological fathers until he was seven.
