A/N: So, I noticed that I actually haven't written for Ruggie before, so I thought it was about damn time. And again, to all my fellow asexuals out there, I hope this brings you some comfort. ♡
Leona Kingscholar
When you tell Leona you're asexual, he doesn't react immediately.Not because he doesn't cares, actually you interrupted him suddenly during his nap so he takes a second so yawn and stretch.
"...That's it?"
You stare. "What do you mean, that's it?"
Leona cracks one eye open.
"I mean, is that the thing you've been stressing over for a week?"
The fact he somehow already knew you were nervous is annoying.
The fact he's right is even more annoying. You try explaining it anyway.
How some people leave. How some people expect things. How you didn't want to waste his time.
Leona looks genuinely unimpressed.
"Tch. If I didn't wanna be here, I wouldn't be."
It's such a Leona answer that it almost makes you laugh. He becomes surprisingly irritated whenever you seem hesitant about boundaries.
Not because of the boundary itself; but more because you keep acting like you're asking permission to have one.
"Just say what you want."
"But—"
"Herbivore."
The warning tone immediately shuts you up.
"If you're uncomfortable with something, then you're uncomfortable with it."
Conversation over. Leona likes physical affection, but he's also incredibly adaptable.
If cuddling is your thing? Perfect.
You're trapped beneath a very tall lion beastman every afternoon for the foreseeable future. Congratulations.
He honestly prefers sleeping with you curled up against him anyway.
Vil Schoenheit
Vil notices something is bothering you long before you actually tell him.
You spend three days trying to figure out the perfect way to explain being asexual to him, and Vil spends those same three days waiting for you to finally say it.
When you eventually tell him, you barely get halfway through your explanation before he sighs.
"My dear."
Immediately you panic.
"Is that a problem?"
Vil looks offended. Actually offended.
"Why would it be?"
You just stare at him. Vil reaches over and takes your hand.
"If I wanted someone else, I would be dating someone else."
Simple. Matter-of-fact and completely genuine.
Vil is incredibly good at discussing boundaries, not because he's asexual himself but because healthy relationships require communication.
And communication is something he values deeply.
He wants to know exactly what makes you comfortable. What makes you uncomfortable. What makes you feel loved.
These conversations are really important to him and he never sees whatever you say as a inconvenience orobligations, just simply important information about someone he loves dearly.
One thing Vil refuses to tolerate is people acting like asexuality means you're somehow less capable of love. The second someone starts implying that in any way, his smile becomes terrifyingly beautiful, and terrifyingly dangerous.
The person immediately regrets speaking.
"You seem very confident discussing a relationship that isn't yours."
Vil loves reminding you that relationships don't have to look the same for everyone. Whenever insecurities creep in, he shuts them down quickly.
"You don't need to fit someone else's definition of happiness."
His thumb brushes against your hand.
"You only need to find your own."
One of Vil's favorite things about you is your honesty. He knows how difficult it can be to reveal vulnerable parts of yourself. Especially when rejection feels like a possibility.
The fact you trusted him with that means more than he'll ever properly put into words.
Cater Diamond
You spend weeks trying to figure out how to tell Cater. Which is unfortunate. Because Cater notices after about four minutes.
Not that you're asexual specifically, just that something is bothering you.
"Okay, spill."
You nearly drop your phone.
"What?"
"Something's been living rent-free in your brain and not in a good way."
You eventually tell him. Very nervously. Very awkwardly.
And the second you finish talking, Cater reaches over and pokes your forehead.
"Gosh, babe. You were stressing over that?"
The relief is so immediate you almost cry and his expression softens instantly when he notices.
"Hey."
His voice becomes quieter.
"Nothing about you changed."
Cater is honestly one of the easiest people to talk to afterward. If you have boundaries? Cool.
If they change later? Also cool.
If you need time figuring things out? Still cool. He'd rather have an honest conversation than make assumptions.
He becomes your number one defender online and offline. Someone says something ignorant?
Cater has several arguments ready against whatever that person said, he won't allow anyone to talk shit no matter what.
He's very affectionate, but he's always checking in with you. Not in an awkward way, just little short questions sometimes.
"You good?"
"This okay?"
"Want me to stop?"
The questions become so natural that eventually you barely notice them. Cater secretly loves that he never has to guess where he stands with you. You tell him things, you trust him.
Most people spend their entire life not accepting themselves and that you trusted him with your love means everything to him.
Ruggie Bucchi
Ruggie is convinced you're about to break up with him. Absolutely convinced.
You ask if you can talk. He starts getting heart palpitations. You look nervous. Now his heart full on stops.
By the time you finally tell him you're asexual, he's already mentally preparing for disaster. So when you finish speaking, there's a very long silence.
"...That's all?"
You stare.
"What do you mean that's all?"
Ruggie clutches his chest dramatically.
"I thought you were gonna tell me you hated me!"
Now you're both staring. Eventually you starts laughing. Partly because you feel relieved and partly because you can't believe that you had been so worried about this.
But when you look up and see his expression, you immediately know you're about to get bullied.
"Awwww. You thought I was gonna leave over that?"
"Ruggie."
"Awwww."
"Ruggie."
He's grinning now.
"That's kinda sweet, actually."
You threaten to leave. He apologizes (mostly).
After that, Ruggie becomes very attentive to your comfort. He's already good at reading people. Growing up made that a survival skill.
So he notices quickly whenever you're uncomfortable but trying not to say anything. And he calls you out every single time.
He loves affection regardless in any way that feels good to you. Holding hands, leaning against you, napping together, throwing himself into your personal space.
Honestly, not much changes. Except maybe he's even more protective. Ruggie knows what it's like when people look down on things they don't understand.
So if somebody says something rude? Suddenly he's appearing out of nowhere. Smiling. Which is usually a bad sign.
One thing Ruggie never wants is for you to feel guilty. Not for your boundaries. Not for your orientation. Not for anything.
If he catches you apologizing for being asexual, he's immediately shutting that down.
"Nope."
"What?"
"Nope."
"That's not an argument."
"Still nope." Then he flops onto your lap before you can escape.
"You don't gotta earn being loved, y'know."
The words come out so casuallyy almost too casually.
Like he isn't saying something so important. Ruggie tilts his head up to look at you.
So imagine this: Vil has been working really hard for this new product launch for his makeup brand.
The whole thing is this huge lip set of over 20 lipsticks, lip glosses, lip liners, lip stains, and lip plumper, all of them are standing from different shades and colors that he personally picked out.
Now the product should release on Feb 14, but before that he plans on doing a photo shoot to showcase all the different shades and colors, but he’s having some trouble deciding on what makeup look to do for the shoot.
So he asks you to come by and help him with his makeup, which nearly shocks you to death because you never thought he would ask you for help regarding makeup.
Story, type: one shot
Warning: Kissing, fluff, pet names
Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x Reader (surprise character at the end)
AN: I didn’t plan on this being a story, but it kind of turned into one I’ve never written for Vil before, but I tried 😅.
You got a text message from Vil early in the morning saying he needs help with his makeup. You’re dumbfounded. Shocked even, Vil Schoenheit needs help with his makeup, and he’s coming to you of all people to ask for it.
Well, if anyone wants the bragging rights saying that they helped Vil with their makeup, it’s you of all people. Wasting no time and rushing over to his room, you find him already with a full face of makeup. He looked amazing, a little bit more glamorous than normal with a smoky red eyes and dark red lips. You were confused; how exactly did he need your help if he looked this good?
“Oh, you’re here. Come inside,” Vil says as he closes the door behind you and makes his way back to his vanity, where he sits down. “I don’t understand. I thought you wanted my help with your makeup.” You asked slightly confused. He turns around to look at you.
“Oh, I do,” he says, looking at you like you’ve just asked him the most stupid question ever, as he proceeds to wipe his makeup off with a cotton pad soaked in makeup remover, wiping away his hard work with each stroke of his hand, leaving you speechless. That had to have taken hours. Why is he just wiping it away?
“I don’t get it; your makeup already looked amazing. How could I possibly help?” you asked as Vil finished removing the last bit of makeup from his face; you didn’t notice how his eyes averted from yours when you asked that question, “Don’t worry, sweet potato. I’m not asking you to do anything outside your skill set; just help me decide on a look for my product shoot.” He said with a small smirk as he turned back around and started applying new makeup to his face.
You both sat in a comfortable silence as you watched him apply new makeup; you noticed he was going for a more natural look than what he normally did. It didn’t look bad or anything; he could definitely pull it off. He could practically pull off anything, but you were a little surprised, ever since you’ve gotten to know him. You’ve never seen him. Try to go for this kind of look before.
“If you keep on staring at me like that, you’ll burn a hole in my clothes, and I don’t think you can afford to have these tailored.” Vil said as he looked at you through his vanity mirror, a blush forming on your cheeks as you looked down, realizing what you were doing. “Sorry,” you said softly, slightly embarrassed.
“No need to apologize, sweet potato; I was actually about to ask you for your help,” he says with a small smirk as he turns around to look at you. “You were?” You say slightly shocked you had kind of suspected you weren’t really going to help him with his makeup rather just help him pick out what look to do for his shoot?
“That is why I asked you to come over, isn’t it?” He says to you as if stating the most obvious thing in the world, which he probably was. “That’s true,” you say softly, mostly to yourself. “Anyway, if you’re going to help me, grab a chair and come over here.” You do as you’re told and sit across from him.
Several of his new lipsticks are lined up on his vanity in front of him as you both look at them. “Which one do you think we should start with?” Vil asks as he looks up at you. “I really like the dark red one,” you say, pointing to one of the tubes of lipstick. A small sigh escapes from Vil’s lips. “You mean the burgundy one?” Vil says, picking up the lipstick you pointed to. “Yeah, that one,” you say with a small smile.
“Okay, so all I need to do is put it on you.” You ask a little hesitantly as Vil has yet to hand the lipstick over to you. “Not quite,” Vil says as he looks down, avoiding your eyes. You tilt your head and look at him in confusion. “I actually need to put this on you.” Vil says, staring back up at you, “I don’t understand. Aren’t I supposed to be helping you with YOUR makeup?” you ask, confused.
“Patient sweet potato, you’ll get to do my makeup soon enough, but for now, can I please put this on you?” Vil asked as he took the lid off of the lipstick and gently placed it on his vanity. “Okay I guess there’s no harm in it” you say as Vil gives you a approving smile “that’s great to hear if you don’t mind I need you to come a little closer” Vil says as he grabs the bottom of your chair and pulls you closer to him your legs in between one another now “do I really have to be this close” you ask slightly embarrassed as a small blush forms on your cheeks, “unfortunately yes” Vil says as he gently grab your face. “Now please don’t move.” He says as he fully focuses on your lips as you stare at him, he gently applies his lipstick to you.
After a moment or two, Vil finally pulled away and gently placed the lipstick on the vanity. He stared at you, well, your lips at least, admiring his handiwork. “Alright, I think that’s good,” he says, looking up at you. “What exactly do you want me to do now?” You ask, not sure how this was supposed to help with his makeup.
“Well, you kiss me, of course,” he said, looking into your eyes to see if he could read your emotions; meanwhile, you felt like your heart had stopped beating as your face began to heat up. “Y-you want me to k-kiss you?” you said instantly, wondering if you had misheard him. “Only if you feel comfortable with it,” he said with a small sigh.
“Oh no, I don’t feel uncomfortable or anything. This is just a bit surprising,“ you say, avoiding his eyes “Well then, can you start off by giving me two right here?” he says, and as you look up at him, seeing him point his long, slender finger to his temple, you feel a little more relaxed, knowing you didn’t have to give him a ‘normal kiss,’ but there was also a part of you that was slightly disappointed. “Umm, okay,“ you said before leaning in closer to him and softly placing a kiss onto his temple and another one underneath it on his cheekbone, you pulled away just enough so he could turn his face so you could do the same thing to the other side.
When you were done, you quickly leaned away from him. “What now?” you ask, trying to sound confident. “Now we change the color,” Vil said dismissively as he grabbed a cotton pad and soaked it in makeup remover before looking over at you. “Do you want me to help you take that off?” He asked as his eyes lingered on your lips. You felt like your mind was going blank. What was he asking? He wanted you to take something off your face, instantly heating up. “Oh, umm, sure,” you said with a small mark.
Before you knew it, he was leaning in closer to you, one of his hands gently cupping your face while his other carefully rubbed the cotton pad against your lips. Taking off the lipstick when he was done, he picked up a brighter red lipstick and applied it to you. ”Okay, I need one right here and here,“ he said, pointing to two new spots, one below the arch of his brow on his eyelid and the other on the corner of his eye.
You gently placed the new kiss marks on each eye before leading away from him; a small thank you left his lips before he looked at himself in his vanity mirror. He made a few touch-ups, putting blush on the high of his cheekbones, then he handed you his phone. You looked at him confused for a moment before he spoke. “I need you to take some photos of me.” He said, casually, “Right,” you said softly as you snapped a couple of photos of him, as he give you his best model face.
You handed him back his phone as he looked at all the photos with a very serious expression. “Well, I guess my work here is done” you say awkwardly as he puts his phone down looking at you with a confused look, “not quite I still have a few more looks I want to try on” he said as he landed in closer to you, wiping your lips, clean with a cotton path,
He then wiped off the kiss marks from his face and touched up the rest of his makeup, giving himself a smoky purple eye that matched one of the dark violet lipsticks he picked it loo up, and started to apply it to your lips, carefully. “Okay, love, I need you to kiss me right here,” he said, pointing to his cheek.
You did as you were told, leaning closer to him and closing your eyes as you placed a kiss on his cheek. It was quick and simple, but it still left you feeling flustered as you pulled away. “Thanks, love, I just need to take a few more photos, and then we can move onto the final look,” he said, giving you a small smile as he handed you his phone. You nodded your head in understanding as you took his phone.
You proceeded to take several photos of him. Your favorite one was of him looking over his shoulder at you when you were done; you handed him back his phone, and he looked through all the photos. Deleting the ones that weren’t up to his taste. “What lipstick do you think we should try out for the final look?” he asked, as he started to wipe off his makeup before removing your lipstick.
“What about this one?” You asked as you pointed to a rosy pink lipstick. Vil didn’t really say anything in response; rather, he just picked it up and started applying it to you. “I have to touch up my makeup, and then we can start,” Vil said as he set the lipstick back down on the vanity. He then proceeded to touch up his makeup. Putting on a soft pink eyeshadow with a sharp black cat liner, when he was done, he traced one of his slender fingers along his jaw, down his neck, and across his collarbone as the words “from here to here” fell off his lips ever so gently. You felt a warm blush creep up again as you tried to stop yourself from feeling flustered, but it was getting hard to do so.
You leaned into him, your hands resting on his chest as your legs intertwined with one another’s, taking your time in between each kiss, your lips ghosting over his skin as you traveled to the next place you would mark with your kiss, your hot breath heating up his cold skin, sending goosebumps up his neck.
You placed random kisses along his jawline, leaning back for a second only to admire your work before traveling down his neck. As you kissed along his Adam's apple, you had to stop yourself from jumping from shock as you felt his hands grab your waist. “Was—was he enjoying this?” you thought to yourself as you placed more kiss marks down his neck and along his collarbone.
It helped that his shirt had a low V neckline, making it easy to access his chest as you placed random kisses onto him. You could have sworn you heard him make a low noise as you kissed his collarbone, but perhaps it was just your imagination. You slowly pulled away as you looked up at him. You both were just inches apart as you softly spoke, “I think that’s good,” you said, as you felt your voice get trapped in your throat. You hoped he didn’t notice how flushed you were.
He looked into your eyes as if they were his own choice of poison. “You did a great job. love, I’ll have to reward you for helping me.” He said, giving you a small smile, his hands still laced on your hips; you felt your body betray you. As your voice got stuck in your throat, your face heating up, “Well, thank you for thinking of me, but I think helping you was enough of a reward,” you said, not realizing you were leaning closer to him, the corners of his lips curling up into a smirk. “Oh, did you perhaps enjoy kissing me a bit too much?” he said in a teasing tone as his hand slid up your back.
“And if I did?” You asked, leaning in closer, your lips only inches apart from each other. His eyes lingered on your lips that were painted in his pink lipstick, and before you knew it, he closed the distance. Your lips met in a soft and delicate kiss. “Then I guess I wouldn’t have to feel so guilty for enjoying myself,” he said softly as his lips ghosted over yours.
A small smile played on your lips before you closed the distance again. Your lips met in a slightly more hungry kiss as his hands slid up your body and your own hands slid up into his hair, deepening the kiss, the taste of lipstick and roses, as your tongues danced with each other, soft gasps filled the room as you moaned into each other’s kiss, only pulling away to catch your breath.
You lean away from Vil as he takes a quick look in the mirror. Surprisingly, none of your earlier kiss marks were messed up, although he did have lipstick smudged around his mouth that he needed to wipe off after he touched up his makeup. He grabbed his phone. “Do you mind, love?” He said, giving you a small smile as he handed you his phone.
You were still blushing from what just happened, your whole body feeling hot. You were honestly a little jealous how he seemed to be handling it so perfectly. Not wanting to seem immature, you took his phone, and an awkward laugh left your lips before you spoke. “Not at all,” you said, hoping this won’t be the last time you get to kiss Vil Schoenheit, but you didn’t want to tell him that.
He gave you a thankful smile before you started to take more photos of him, some of which were him looking away from the camera and others of him leaning in to it. You thought each photo was breathtaking in your own opinion, but he looked at all of them with the eyes of a critic, deleting the ones that he didn’t deem worthy. “What are you planning on doing with these photos? anyway?” you asked curiously, hoping this whole thing won’t turn into something awkward.
“I’m going to send them to my makeup artist and manager to see what they think if this would be a good look for the product shoot,” Vil said, as he continued to look through the photos on his phone, sending the ones he liked off to his makeup artist and manager. When he was done, he finally looked up at you. “Thanks for helping me.” He said as he gave you a small smirk, You’re blushing now, creeping back up on you. “Anytime,” you say softly.
And then Rook busted in through the door the three of you just stared at each other awkwardly as you and Vil were sitting so close your legs were intertwined with each other. kiss marks, traveling down Vil‘s body that matched your snatched lipstick, perfectly a mischievous grin, forming on Rook’s lips as he watched you panic for an excuse.
Inspiration photos for this post, I found these photos on Google. Happy early Valentine’s Day. 😘🥰
Summary: It's been a long day. You just want to have a little food and sleep. But Vil reminds your it's movie night, and whether you like it or not, you're hanging out with him...
Pairing: Vil Schoenheit X Fem!Reader
Genre: Fluffy Oneshot
Word Count: 1606
Warning: N/A
Masterlist
You were tired. Okay, that was putting it mildly. You were more than just tired. You were beyond exhausted. It seemed anything and everything that could go wrong, was going wrong in your life.
For starters, you didn't buy enough groceries for the week, so you were trying to make everything last until your next paycheck. Then you forgot your latest batch of homework, earning lectures from Professor Trein and Professor Crewel. And finally, Crowley was doing everything he could to make your life a living nightmare. The amount of favors you had to complete almost killed you. It was brutal to say the least. But you couldn’t complain, as he would just find another thing for you to complete. And the worst part is you were going to have to go through it all over again tomorrow.
Eventually you managed to drag yourself home at Ramshackle Dorm. You kicked off your shoes and slouched against the door taking a moment to catch your breath and quiet your mind. You wanted nothing more than to have a sweet treat and fall into your soft bed. But you were sure you wouldn't be that lucky. You still had things to do, which included making dinner for yourself and feeding Grim.
"You're home late." You jumped at the sound of a voice in front of you. Vil was standing there, with a frown and Grim scowling in his arms. "I was beginning to worry."
You pursed your lips in response. It’s not that you didn’t love when Vil would visit you, it’s just you really didn’t want to deal with him today. "No you weren't. If you were really worried, you would've called before barging into my dorm uninvited. What are you doing here anyways?"
"It's Tuesday." He replied, like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "We have a prior engagement, or have you forgotten that?"
You suppressed your groan as you realized what he was talking about. Movie night. You forgot. You were in no mood to be bad mouthing Neige's "bad" acting with Vil. But it seemed luck really wasn't on your side this evening.
"Rain check?" You asked, your voice laced with hope that he would agree.
Instead, he shook his head and set Grim down on the ground. The feline muttered something about not having any damn peace and quiet in the dorm. He wasn't wrong, but with how Vil was glaring, you didn't think it was prudent to say anything. So you kept your mouth shut. Vil then stood in front of you with his arms crossed over his chest. "Not a chance. You look terrible. If we're not going to watch a movie, I have another idea in mind."
You rolled your eyes. "Oh goodie. I have a feeling I'm going to hate whatever it is you're going to suggest. Look, Vil, I had a really long day and I'm really tired. I want nothing more than to choke down some food and get some sleep. Can I have that, please?"
Again, he shook his head. "Nope, not happening. As your best, and possibly only friend, I am going to endeavor to cheer you up. I have the perfect plan to make you completely forget about the terrible day you had. Before long, I'll have that smile back upon your face."
This time, you did say something as you crossed your arms over your chest. "Grim is my friend."
"I'll pretend you didn't just say that about that obnoxious cat that calls himself your housemate."
You scowled. "Vil, I highly doubt you'll be able to make me forget about the awful day I had. So please, can we just drop it and have movie night some other night?"
He shook his head. "Not happening. Now get changed into something comfy. I'll make us dinner and feed Grim his tuna."
You raised your eyebrow at him. "You know how to cook?"
"Would you just do as you're told? For once?" Vil snapped. He pushed you towards your bedroom and shut it behind you. "And before you come back out here, make sure you grab your self care things from the bathroom!"
You furrowed your eyebrows at his comment. Your self care stuff? The stuff you got on a whim with him a couple of weekends ago because he wanted to go on a little shopping spree? Why would he want you to get that stuff? You sighed and shook your head. You weren't going to about that now. You knew better than to argue with him. Might as well get this over with and change into something comfy.
When you were changed, you grabbed the basket of skincare products and nail polish. You were pleasantly surprised to see Grim loaded down with tuna, as well as two bowls of ramen. You slid into the chair opposite Vil at your tiny kitchen table. He pushed your bowl to you and gestured for you to eat.
"I made it just the way you like it."
You nod, though you're still a little skeptical. But as you take the first bite, you're surprised once again when you realize Vil can cook. As you eat, he looked through all of the things in the basket you brought out and clicked his tongue.
"You don't have a lot of stuff. What am I going to work with?"
You rolled your eyes at him. "Sorry, we can't all be famous movie stars with lots of money. Besides, you're smart. Figure it out."
He rolled his eyes, but there was a slight smirk on his lips. "I suppose you're right. I think I can figure something out."
As you finished, he took your bowls and utensils, and put them in the sink. He then turned back to you and said, "Put on a headband. We're going to do face masks first."
You heaved a dramatic sigh before you put on a yellow headband. Vil grabbed a blue one and ripped open one of the face masks. "It says it has cucumbers in it, which are supposed to be calming. Something you desperately need."
Again, you scowled at him. "Cucumbers don't make you calm."
"And what do you know? Do you work with a team of stylists every day?" He raised an eyebrow at you. When you didn't respond, he gave a smirk. "That's what I thought. I'm going to use this detoxifying charcoal mask. My skin needs it."
"What, trying to fool people that you don't have plastic surgery?" You snicker.
"I don't have plastic surgery." He snaps back. "You need to stop joking about that or someone might actually believe it!"
"Fine, fine, I'm sorry. Please forgive me." You reply, as a tiny smile tugged at your lips.
With your face masks on, he began to clean and file your nails. You do the same for him and then pull out your limited nail polish colors. It earns pursed lips from him. You keep your smartass comment to yourself.
"Which one?" You ask, though you're already reaching for a clear coat.
Vil surprised you once more as he grabbed a bottle of polish that looks like someone bottled the midnight sky. He shook it and the sparkles swirled in the polish. "This one. Which one do you want?"
You glanced at the colors before you picked a bottle of spring grass. "This one."
"That one?"
"I think it's pretty!" You scoffed at his frown. You grabbed another color, the shade of bubblegum. "And this will be for my toes!"
"Well, if we're doing pedicures, I want this color." He replied, a bottle of apple red in his hand.
With a nod, you began to carefully paint his fingernails. You have to admit, it's been a long time since you last got a manicure. It was nice to have pretty nails and spend time with your good friend. You couldn't help but relish in the feeling of being taken care of. It wasn't often that someone was spoiling you instead of the other way around. It made you feel special, in a way. It was nice not having to do everything by yourself.
The two of you gossiped, vented, and laughed for hours as you did each other's nails and peeled off your face masks. No matter how many times you saw Vil, the two of you always had something to say to the other. Though he may get on your nerves and always find something to critique about you, you still loved being his friend. It's moments like this that you realized you never wanted to lose him. He was too precious of a friend. So you humored his every joke and commiserated his every gripe.
When it was around midnight, he sighed and stretched his arms over his head. "It's late. I should get home. I need to get my beauty sleep."
You nodded and led him to the door. He turned to look at you. "Hey. If you ever need another like this, where we just throw our troubles away and forget about how awful the world is, let me know. I'll be there for you. I promise."
You gave him a genuine smile. "I know. Thank you for tonight. I really did need it. And thank you for being such a good friend. I don't know what I would do without you."
"I shudder to think." He chuckled and pressed a soft kiss to your cheek. "Good night."
"Good night." You respond and shut the door behind him. You sighed and smiled to yourself. What a perfect way to end a terrible day.
Tw: none, just some crack(ish) part 2 of this drabble
He's nervous. His leg bounces with every second that ticks on the clock, impatiently waiting for you to exit the doctor's office and give him the news.
For the past weeks he's been adamant he follows you at your doctor's appointments — the only way to quench that little, annoying voice in his head that makes him go paranoyd. He's never gonna admit it, not even with a gun pointed at his temple, but he's afraid you're gonna hide something from him again. I mean, you pulled this stunt once for shielding his immature ass from responsibilities, who's gonna assure him you're not gonna do it again?
He knows he's in the wrong to think this way — you promised no more lies and no more hiding stuff, but what if something is wrong?
What if the baby is sick? What if you're sick? Maybe the stress of disguising the pregnancy caused issues with the baby's development...
It never happened before that the doctor asked you to stay and discuss the baby and let him wait outside.
He's panicking.
When you walk through the doors back in the hallway he's already on his feet like he has a spring attached to his butt.
“Is everything...okay?” he asks. His sudden fidgeting almost startles you. “Yes, everything is good. I'm fine, the baby's fine...” you leave the sentence open and he knows there's something else you have to say but you're hesitating.
“And...?” he prods. You stay quiet and his inner anxiety is flaring up — if you have something to say, say it now!
After some more minutes of nerve wracking silence you finally decide to speak up — your words are anything but comforting to him.
“Uhm, there's something else... — you say almost embarrassed — I tried convincing the doctor to tell you, vouching for me, this but they insisted I had to do it.”
His heart rate spikes. He clenches his teeth and fists to ground himself, to not show you how scared he is.
“Okay, what is it?” he encourages you to speak — even though his expression and tone don't help his case.
“Um...I suggest we go back to the car and we'll talk about it at home” you propose, hand on your growing belly to somehow seek comfort.
“I want you to tell me now” he demands.
You try to divert the topic, suggesting once more that you'd rather tell him in the safety of your home and not in a hospital hallway where anyone can hear, but he has none of it.
“Please, just tell me!” he pleads, almost shouts in pure frustration — hands grabbing the hems of his coat instead of your shoulders, as if in fear of hurting you.
Another few minutes of silence pass. You open you mouth and he braces himself to what horrible news you're about—
“We're having twins.”
Huh?
“Twins?” he repeats, blinking, eyes wide and incredulous. You nod.
“As in not one... but two?”
You nod again.
His expression of pure confusion it's almost comical. “Twins…” he repeats, rolling the word on his tongue as if foreign to him.
You stare at him worried, thinking that maybe you should've suggested he sat before telling him.
You yelp in surprise when he faints, looking like a snow angel on the hospital's floor with his arms and legs stretched out.
The doctor and a few nurses poke their heads in the hallway, sighing softly at the exaggerated reaction of another soon-to-be father.
You sigh too.
You knew he was gonna make a scene, just not this kind of scene.
“I can't tell if he's happy or traumatized about the news. Either way we're gonna stay in the hospital a while longer it seems…”
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an order of romantic fluff with vil schoenheit!
You watch, enraptured as Vil applies lipstick in his vanity’s mirror. He’s always been so pretty, with soft purple tipped hair falling over his shoulders and sparkling eyes, a commanding voice and strong hands. You take a delicate sip of your smoothie, personally made for you by Vil, your mind wandering back to his lipstick.
You pull away and stare at the straw.
How transferable is the lipstick he’s wearing right now?
You know he prefers the ones that don't transfer, just so they don’t wear off immediately after a meal or get smudged after taking a drink, but maybe this one is different.
“Come here, love.” Vil calls, snapping you out of your trance.
Like a devoted follower, you’re moving your feet before you even realize it, coming to a stop at his side.
“What? What is it?” you ask, meeting his eyes in the mirror’s reflection.
“I think your outfit would look beautiful with this color.” Vil muses, picking up the lipstick he applied to himself between his pointer finger and thumb and holding it in front of the mirror, “Care to try it out?”
You nod (as if you’d ever say no to him) and Vil turns around in his chair, stands up, and swoops in.
It must be transferable you think as his mouth covers your own, but then again Vil doesn’t need an excuse such as lipstick application to kiss you.
Soon enough, you’re not thinking much of anything at all.
He pulls away and stares at your face, contemplating. You search his eyes, refusing to blink until he pulls back with a satisfied hum.
“Lovely.” he coos, thumb brushing over your cheekbone, “As always.”
vil would be such a cuddle lover i feel like. i doubt he would let very many people touch him, so he doesn’t have a lot of physical affection in his life. once he gets a taste of what it feels like to have someone who he wants to be touched by, it’s over for everyone.
he doesn’t do pda, with so many people watching his every move, but when it’s just you, or maybe when you’re just with a few friends, he really enjoys touching you. the most he’ll do in front of other people is holding your hand, or maybe an arm around you if he’s feeling particularly touchy, but in private he’s a whole different person.
he loves having you sit with him while he does his makeup, and he has to try to contain himself when you lean your head on his shoulder. trying to sleep? good luck, vil is wrapped around you like a koala and he will not let go, you have to pry his arms off you lol.
whenever you initiate touch, it’s the perfect time to see his extremely cute smile because he can’t hold it back. he thinks he must be addicted to you because he craves your touch so much
pairings: riddle :: jamil :: vil :: idia x gn! reader
warnings: none! just fluff ♡
RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS
Sunlight was falling through the floor-to-ceiling windows of Heartslabyul Lounge and reflecting in your tea cup as you stared at the paper in front of you. Tapping the pencil against your chin you read through the assignment again only to lean back against your seat and sigh.
“Prefect, is there anything I can help you with? Please, do not hesitate to ask me if anything is unclear.” Riddle’s voice rang through the quiet room, the scraping of his pencil momentarily stopping as he looked up at you. “I’m sure it must be hard having to study an entirely new curriculum, especially when you can’t draw on any practical experiences with magic. As a housewarden it is naturally my duty to help my peers in their education.”
You were sure Riddle’s offer to help went beyond just his housewarden duties, having become pretty close friends with you after the overblot incident in your first month. Since then, he had gradually warmed up to you, inviting you over for unbirthday parties, study sessions or a stroll through the rose labyrinth.
So, quite inevitably, you slowly felt your feelings for your friend change. What used to be gratitude for getting the Adeuce combo off your back or joy at having someone to eat lunch with shifted into excitement at seeing him again or disappointment when you thought you had caught sight of him in a crowd, just for it to be someone else. Once you realised the situation you were in, it became even harder to hide those feelings, especially when you could feel the heat crawling up your neck when the housewarden reached over to fix your tie or straighten your uniform.
“Thank you, Riddle. There actually is something I don’t understand,” you sheepishly scratched the back of your head. Sliding over your Applied Magic homework, you pointed out the question you were struggling with. “Why is it dangerous to use a spell like this in that situation?”
“Ah, I see.” Taking a moment to reflect on how to explain it best, Riddle’s steel grey eyes flitted to the roses outside for a moment. “Try visualising the question’s context and the effect of the spell you're casting before your mind’s eye. What kind of environment are you in and how would the magic affect it?”
“Hmm, the energy released from the spell could… shake the unstable structure of the walls and ceiling and cause it to collapse? And even if it doesn’t collapse, the falling debris could still cause major injuries?”
“Yes, that’s correct. A lot of offensive magic packs more energy than defensive magic and therefore has a greater impact on the environment rather than the caster themselves,” Riddle explained further. “Now, consider all previously used magic. In this example, a few spells have already been cast, like this shielding spell for example. How straining are they on the caster and how long do they linger in the area?”
“Uh, let's see… The elements of previous spells might react with that of the current one, causing unpredictable side-effects. And in a stressful situation like this casting an unstable spell could put more pressure on the magic user, leading to… faster blot accumulation?” The last part was a total stab in the dark and you nervously watched Riddle’s unreadable expression before he gave you a satisfied smile.
“Correct again, Prefect. It is very impressive that you have such a nuanced understanding of Applied Magic, despite not being able to use it yourself.” The gleam in his eyes was genuine before he let out a defeated sigh. “If only some of the Heartslabyul first years would give magic a second thought before leaping into action…”
You couldn’t help but chuckle at that, having a pretty good image of just who he was referring to. Now, with your work out of the way, you could finally let your thoughts drift. And almost immediately they went to the housewarden sitting next to you.
Looking at him, it was almost as if time stood still. In the afternoon sun, his hair was positively glowing and his grey eyes seemed even brighter than usual. As always, his posture was perfect and poised and there was such an elegance in the way he carried himself. You wouldn’t be surprised if he was actual royalty.
When he put the tea cup to his lips and took a sip you suddenly remembered the videos you had seen back in your world where people kissed their best friend to see their reaction or to confess. Riddle probably wouldn’t approve but when he turned to you, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from his lips. You’d bet on the fact that they were soft with the taste of tea…
“-fect! Prefect! Are you alright? I’ve been calling your name multiple times now.” Blinking back into reality, you came face to face with a concerned Riddle who was leaning over. Putting the back of his fingers against your forehead, his brows creased even more. “I wanted to ask if you want to try the strawberry tarts Trey baked but you’re burning up. Perhaps you should go and rest up. The rules might not state it but you can even stay at Heartslabyul if Ramshackle’s too–”
Before the thought process registered in your brain, you had already pulled Riddle closer by his collar and connected your lips. You were right. As with every aspect of his life, his lips were properly cared for and pillowy soft and after you parted, you thought you could make out a hint of sweets and lemon.
With a shocked yelp of your name, Riddle snapped you back to the present once more. Under different circumstances, the sight of the usually put-together housewarden staring at you with saucer-wide eyes and his face decorated with a rose-red hue might have been endearing but, right now, it chilled you to the bone.
Jumping up from your seat and noisily scraping the chair over the floor, you hurriedly stuffed all your belongings in your backpack, ready to book the hell out of there. “I’m sorry, Riddle, I really have to go water the cat and feed the plants–”
“Prefect please wait.” A hand gently wrapped around your wrist and made you turn around. The short-tempered housewarden wasn’t yelling (yet), which you took as a good sign. In fact, he wasn’t meeting your eyes at all. “I have to admit that was quite the surprise. But… not an unpleasant one. Prefect, if I may be so bold, do you have feelings for me?”
“Well, I don’t kiss just anybody I meet,” you awkwardly chuckled but you quickly abandoned the idea of joking yourself out of this situation at Riddle’s unimpressed reaction. With a sigh, you conceded. “Yeah, I do have feelings for you. Look, I am really sorry, I don’t know what–”
“I’m not,” he quickly interrupted. “I’m not sorry this happened. I, too, like you. More than a friend, that is. I might not have the most experience in this field but I’m willing to try if it’s with you. However, I do believe there is a proper protocol to be followed.
“Prefect, before you spring another surprise kiss on me, may I take you out on a date first?”
JAMIL VIPER
The sound of boiling water and knives moving over a chopping board filled NRC’s kitchen. At this time of day -or should you say night?- nobody but Jamil usually came here. Most students were probably already heading to bed or cramming in a late-night study session right about now but the vice housewarden of Scarabia was still diligently meal prepping for the following day.
“Could you pass me the turmeric please?” He didn’t even look up to see if you had heard him, eyes still trained on his task at hand.
“Sure, here you go.” Sliding over the spice, you took another moment to study his side profile. As always, there wasn’t much of an emotion readable on his face but you noticed how his shoulders seemed less tense than during the day. Or maybe it was just your imagination.
After he hummed a ‘thanks’, both of you went back to working in silence. You really appreciated Jamil trusting you enough to let you lend a hand, knowing just how strict he was about being the only one to prepare Kalim’s food. The first time you asked to help, in fact, he had watched you like a hawk and your hands had never shaken more.
At first, Jamil had been a little annoyed, thinking he’d have to look after someone else instead, but as you swung by more often, he started to appreciate the company. Not only did you not cause any trouble for him but you also stuck by him even after his overblot, whereas the rest of his dorm gave him a wide berth. So he allowed you to stay and if he ever ‘accidentally’ made too much food he let you take the leftovers.
And you, too, started to enjoy his presence more and more. You didn’t necessarily need to do something together, just being in the same space while working was enough to put you at ease. That was when you realised your actual feelings for Jamil but you didn’t know what to do with them.
Besides fear of rejection, you were also well aware of his position as Kalim’s retainer. Acting out on your feelings could cause a lot of problems for him even if he were to reciprocate them. Could he even accept them?
Before you knew it, your thoughts had distracted you enough to where your knife was merely hovering over the poor vegetable in front of you. As you were about to shake your distractions away, two warm hands already took the knife and board from you.
“You shouldn’t handle sharp objects when you’re not feeling well,” Jamil sighed but you could tell he wasn’t upset with you, rather, he was concerned. “You could seriously injure yourself.”
“I’m feeling fine actually,” you said. It wasn’t like you were physically unwell.
“Are you now? I couldn't help but notice you spacing out a lot more often lately.” Quickly throwing everything into the pot, Jamil leant against the counter with his arms crossed, giving you an earnest once-over. He was quiet for a while before mumbling “It’s okay to ask for help you know. You don’t have to do everything yourself.”
“That’s rich coming from you, Mr. Workaholic,” you snorted. “Between the two of us, the one in need of a break is not me. Anyhow, it’s nothing, so don’t worry about me.”
“So there is something after all,” Jamil cocked his head to the side with a raised brow.
“Great Seven, if you must know. Yes there is something that’s been weighing on my mind,” you groaned. “Are you happy now?”
“I’d be happier if you also told me how I can help you.”
“And if I told you you can’t?”
“Then I wouldn’t believe you.” This guy…
“Agree to disagree, then,” you deadpanned. Turning your back to hide your burning cheeks, you pretended to wipe your hands. This once, you had wished Jamil’s sharp senses would fail him but of course not.
The irony of this situation wasn’t lost on you.
As you had your back turned, you hadn’t noticed Jamil stepping closer, so you nearly collided with him as you went to face him again. Quickly, he steadied you by your shoulders, his touch lingering perhaps a little longer than necessary.
“Prefect, let me be perfectly honest with you, I’m worried about you. You’re not normally this distracted or careless.” And whose fault was that?
“You know it’s hard to keep saying no to you like that. But I really don’t think you’d want to know,” you sighed.
Aside from the bubbling pot, the kitchen was quiet as you leaned against the countertop and examined your fingers. For a moment, nothing but you two in this moment seemed to exist. Jamil wasn’t bound to the Asim family and your future wasn’t so uncertain. If only it matched reality.
“Try me.” Jamil’s voice was a lot gentler now. You thought you saw his hand hover over yours for but a second, then chalked it up to wishful thinking. “You’ve shown me that it’s okay to be my own person and that it’s possible for me to have my own dreams despite my status; I’m very grateful for that. I also really like… spending time with you, so please tell me what’s wrong.”
Heaving a deep exhale, you braved yourself for whatever was bound to happen next. Maybe you were about to lose a friend.
“I don’t know if it’s wrong but… I like you, Jamil.”
As you looked up you caught a glimpse of surprise on his features before it was replaced by his usual poker face. “I’d hope so, seeing as you’ve referred to me as your friend.”
“That’s not what I meant and you know that.” If you took the leap you might as well see it through to the end. Leaning in, you placed a quick kiss against his cheek before turning and marching straight towards the door, leaving Jamil alone in the kitchen. “I like you like that.”
Luckily, the next day was a Saturday, so you could stay in bed and pull the covers over your head. Ignoring the yelling cat in your house and the absolute flood of text notifications from what you assumed was the first year group chat might as well have been your signature spell.
Eventually, you did crawl out from under the sheets and got dressed, even if it was just because the growling of your stomach became too annoying to ignore. As you were rummaging your fridge for something edible that wasn’t tuna, the doorbell rang which was suspicious enough. Nobody ever rang the doorbell.
As you approached the door, you could already make out Jamil’s neatly tied back hair. Steeling yourself, you slowly opened the door to find he hadn’t magically transformed into someone else.
“Jamil, what brings you over at this time of day?” Forcing as much normality as possible into your voice, you hoped that maybe he had just forgotten.
“I wanted to talk about what happened last night.” So much for that. “I sent you a few messages but you didn’t respond.”
“Nya! What’s that? Are you the reason my henchman has been hiding in bed all day?” You whipped around at hearing Grim speak, promptly grabbing him by the bow around his neck and throwing him out of the dorm.
“Go play with Ace and Deuce for the day.” Ushering Jamil inside, you threw the door closed before Grim could protest. “Don’t mind him.”
“I didn’t see you at breakfast,” he started as he handed you a container with some of the food you cooked yesterday. “I thought you might be hungry.”
As on cue, your stomach growled rather loudly. “That’s very thoughtful of you, Jamil, but you didn’t have to come all the way here just for that.”
“I also wanted to apologise,” he blurted out. Ah, so he came to reject you once and for all. “I didn’t give you a proper response. Well, to be fair, you didn’t give me the time to do it.”
You bashfully looked away, standing with your back towards him, at the memory of storming out of the kitchen. Your response came out a lot more seriously though. “Jamil, I’m sorry for saying something so selfish, I know that your work–”
You were cut off by being spun around suddenly until you were looking into Jamil’s sharp eyes. “No, I’m tired of my work getting in the way of what I want. You said it was selfish of you to tell me your feelings? Then let me be selfish as well and tell you I reciprocate them.”
There was such genuine certainty in those pools of grey, you couldn’t help but reach out and cup his cheek. One of his hands wrapped around your waist to pull you closer as the other found yours. Bringing it up to his lips, he held eye contact as he placed a tender kiss on your knuckles.
“For once, I’d like something entirely to myself.”
VIL SCHOENHEIT
“Hold still.” At Vil’s commanding tone you completely froze despite not moving much in the first place. “Good. Now close your eyes.”
You did as he said and tried your best not to flinch as the cool brush touched your eyelids. While Vil concentrated on perfecting your eye make-up, you did your best not to think too hard about his fingers currently holding your chin or how the scent of his perfume invaded your senses.
Despite being close friends with the Pomefiore Housewarden, it was still quite the task not to shrink away under his scrutinising gaze, even if it was directed at his own work rather than you. How did Epel endure this every day?
Well, the first year was most likely not head over heels for Vil and didn’t turn into a stuttering mess every time he talked to him. So much for your plan to play this crush cool and be as graceful and elegant about it as possible. Yeah, there was probably a reason you weren’t a Pomefiore student.
But then again, this was Vil you were talking about. The walking, talking, breathing definition of perfection. On top of that, he was smart and hard-working with the skills to back up his confidence. Naturally, he had people falling at his feet, no matter how intimidating he came across as. Not wanting to be seen as just another one of the masses, you decided to hide your feelings to the best of your abilities.
And so far, it seemed to be working. You were a regular visitor at Pomefiore dorm, so much so, the guards already let you pass the gates as if you actually belonged there. Seeing the actor achieve loftier goals over time, surpassing others and himself on numerous occasions, was fulfilling in its own way. There was a spark of pride every time he was chosen for a new lead role or when he had the chance to work on a new line of skin care. Yet, although you got to be close to Vil this way, it still kind of stung to know that this would be all there’d probably ever be between the two of you.
“My, I have to say, this is a job well done,” Vil concluded, giving you a content smirk and turning your chair to face his pristine vanity. What could you say, he was right. Even though the make-up wasn’t all that elaborate or out there, you still almost didn’t recognise the person staring back from the mirror. “You clean up nicely, potato. I’ll permit you to stand by my side now.”
“You never fail to impress me, Vil. Just, how do you do it?” you chuckled, your eyes finding his in the reflection. “Normally, I would’ve called it magic, but I know better now.”
“Magic has nothing to do with this. It’s solely hard work and practice which makes perfect.” Spinning you back around, he came face to face with you again. “While you flatter me, I am far from finished. I will see this through ‘til the end and perfect this look.”
With that, Vil went back to work, prepping your lips to the point where you were convinced this would be the smoothest they’d ever be. Then, with a look of utmost concentration, he started tracing them with a lip liner before filling them out with lipstick and applying gloss after blotting it.
Despite being finished, the housewarden didn’t move away from you and you were suddenly keenly aware of the distance between you. Or the lack thereof, rather. Subconsciously, your gaze drifted to Vil’s mouth before snapping back up as you caught yourself. Your heart was racing so fast, you’d be surprised if he didn’t hear it. Was this how you died?
You knew you shouldn’t, you really shouldn’t, but screw it. The few months here had already put you through so much, at one point you stopped thinking things through twice and just leapt into action. If you’d learnt anything in this school, then it was that you had to take what you wanted because nobody would just hand it to you.
So, against better judgement, you closed the gap between the two of you.
It shouldn’t have come as a surprise but a simple kiss from Vil was overwhelming; it was entirely too much and then again not nearly enough. If you had to find just one word to describe it, it would be intoxicating. He might be the death of you but you couldn’t care less.
Even after such a short contact, pulling away wasn’t easy. Especially because you didn’t get far before a hand at the back of your neck held you in place. Your eyes flew open to see the challenge and amusement written in his lilac ones. Not that you minded per se.
In the end, you were positively stolen of your breath whereas Vil looked as dazzling as ever, except for the slight smudge of lipstick in the corner of his lips. In your opinion it only added to his charm though.
When you had sorted your thoughts again, your tone was slightly accusatory. “You did that on purpose.”
“Whatever do you mean?” His infuriatingly handsome smirk looked just a tad too smug for him to play coy. “May I remind you that you are the one who kissed me?”
“You weren’t even surprised!” You bristled at his act. “You knew, didn’t you?”
“Of course I did. I can read you like an open book, sweet potato. I just wanted to test if you’d be daring enough. Seems as though you’ve passed.” Reaching out a perfectly manicured hand, Vil wiped the stains under your bottom lip with his thumb while his gaze was trained on how your mouth parted at the movement.
“Hmm, it seems I need to do this again...”
IDIA SHROUD
Standing in front of Idia’s room, you firmly knocked on the door in a very specific rhythm to let him know it was you. Otherwise, there was a rather slim chance the housewarden would even open it. But luckily for you, you were one of the only people who were granted access to his abode.
After grumbling a greeting, Idia widened the crack of his door just enough for you to slip through. The two of you might be friends but that still didn’t mean he was suddenly a ray of sunshine, especially when it came to social interaction. As you adjusted to the artificial blue light, you were already prepared to be tackled by a certain blue-haired boy but the anticipated weight never came.
“Huh? Is Ortho not here today?” you wondered.
“Ah no, uh… Ortho’s out running errands,” Idia mumbled, shifting from one foot to the other. “You’re probably disappointed now, right? It’s like seeing your bias is not at a fanmeet…”
“No, not at all! I was just noticing it. You’re the reason I’m here.” Winking at him, you were already grinning at his reaction for what you were about to say. “I’m Idia-biased after all.”
And he didn’t fail you. Instantly, his eyes widened and you could practically see him blue screen behind his golden irises. Meanwhile, the ends of his long hair tinged pink as he tried to hide himself by tugging the drawstrings of his hoodie tighter. “HUH?! I- You- What– You can’t just drop SSR dialogue like that on me…”
“Why not? It’s the truth and you’re supposed to tell the truth, no?” You tilted your head to the side expectedly.
“What’s with you and your ability to turn a supposed buff into a massive debuff?” Idia shook his head miserably.
“Come on, I’m just teasing you. Although you are my fave, that part’s not a lie.” Nudging him back into the realm of the living as you pass, you plopped down on one of the gaming chairs in front of his PC. When had you asked him why he had two, he’d said that one was for Ortho, yet it was perfectly adjusted to your height. You just pretended he had fooled you though and didn’t comment on it further. “So, what’s on the agenda for today?”
“Uhm, that show we’ve been watching released a new episode today, so maybe we can catch up on that…” At your approval, he started setting everything up as you watched his fingers fly over the keyboard with such practised ease it amazed you every time. “You still remember the plot, right?”
“Of course, who do you take me for,” you playfully accused him. “The protagonist basically gets isekai’d to a mmorpg-like world and would die almost every two seconds if it weren’t for the cooler side characters.”
“Ya, cut him some slack. Everyone else grew up there while he’s a total noob.”
“Trust me, I know the feeling,” you deadpanned. “But even you have to admit his decisions are questionably stupid.”
Idia just looked at you as if you had grown a second head. “Is the outside perspective making you realise something or what?”
“HEY! I can go three minutes without being an orc’s breakfast.”
“Only because there’s no orcs on Sage’s Island,” he taunted with a grin, showing you his sharp teeth. In return you gasped in faux indignance before dissolving in a fit of giggles.
“Just imagine there’d be a show like this about NRC…” You tapped your finger against your chin. “I wonder what kind of tropes everyone would fall into. Like, Kalim and Jamil are your classic deredere and tsundere duo.”
“Riddle is the type of crazy skilled character you wouldn’t consider at first. But then he saves everyone by casting some seriously dangerous magic or something,” Idia sniggered.
“Meanwhile Malleus is the impossibly powerful, show-breaking character who is always conveniently absent when there’s a problem to be solved,” you sighed. Turning in your seat, you leaned your head against the back of the chair. “Say Idia, what kind of character am I?”
He tried to suppress his tiny squeak at the drop of your voice. To be honest, you had never been shy about showing your affection for the housewarden but you had come to the realisation he just wouldn't catch on, no matter how many hints you threw his way. Or rather, he’d convince himself you couldn’t possibly mean any of it.
“Y-You? Uh I guess, you always jump in to save the day no matter the risks, so you’d probably be some sort of knight in shining armour type. But with a serious case of ‘chosen one syndrome’,” he mumbled. “Seriously, only crazy people would play hard mode with those gimmicky stats of yours.”
“Aww, really?” you cooed before preparing yourself to strike. “What if I want to be the love interest though?”
By the look in Idia’s eyes it was a critical hit.
“Lo-Love interest? You can be both I think… I mean there’s a lot of people you’re close to…,” the poor guy stammered. Seriously, how could one person be so smart yet so dense at the same time? But fine. If you needed to spell it out for him, so be it.
Getting up, you slowly came to stand in front of his chair and propped your hands on the arm rests. You almost felt bad for him with how he was staring at you like a deer caught in headlights; Idia looked as if his life was flashing in front of his eyes. But you’ve had enough of your little cat and mouse game, it was time for the chase to come to an end.
“I was talking about your story. I want to be the love interest in your story, Idia. Hmm, how am I going to get that thought through your thick skull, I wonder…” You pretended to think about it for a moment before giving him a cheshire grin. “Ah, I think I have an idea.”
By now Idia’s hair was bright pink, matching the colour of his face, and he was radiating heat like a fireplace. As much as you wanted to see his reaction to a kiss on the lips, you were afraid it would actually kill him and you didn’t want this experience to end in giving him CPR.
So you settled for a sweet but lingering kiss to his forehead. Just as expected, his skin was warm to the touch and you felt him relax after the initial tense up. Maybe it were your own rose-red glasses but as you pulled away to cup his cheeks you could swear little hearts were flickering at the end of his hair. “Pardon the straightforwardness but I really needed to get my point across.”
“Wait, so you like me?!” Apparently his brain had kicked back into action at this point.
“I have for a while now,” you laughed, “but thanks for noticing.”
“So you were serious when you got me roses? And chocolate? And said I was your favourite?” The incredible tone of his voice was simultaneously endearing and heartbreaking. How could he not notice how amazing he actually was?
“I told you, it’s the truth,” you smiled. “So how about it? Can I be your love interest? Or is my affection already high enough to clear your route?”
“Woah you’re like straight out of an otome game,” he breathed. “Is this the super secret ending you have to play flawlessly for?”
“Oh come on, Idia,” you shot him another wink, paired with a teasing smirk, “You don’t really think this is the end, do you? If anything, it’s only the beginning."
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reader is an artist and they draw vil a lot, and lately theyve been drawing old vil, cuz theyve been thinking about how hell alway be beautiful
It's a normal school day. Class is in session, the teacher is teaching, and you are drawing to keep concentrated. Well as much as you can when your boyfriend is sitting right in front of your desk, in all of his beauty, listening and paying attention to class, unlike you who's hand starts to move on it's own as the page that was once blank was now full of different drawings of Vil himself.
"Now as you may know the older you get, the more fragile the body is. And the best way to keep healthy is...."
That's right, you are studying the different types of body. All of them, fae, human, beast. All of the ways one can get hurt and heal and more. But as much as old age isn't the easiest you are sure that it'll never take away your lover's beauty.
That's it! You are an artist, you can draw Vil in all of the different possible ages! The super young ones, the super old ones and the stage he's in right now. And you start working, filling the pages with Vil's beautiful body, the ones you've never drawn nor seen, and the one he is in right now.
Now Vil being the type of person to keep others around him growing loves watching your artistic growth, and now what other way to keep you going will he use except looking through your works?
"hmm..The facial features are getting better and better by the minute." He praises "but have you thought on working on the legs a bit more?" and then he criticizes. "And the hands could use some more wor-" and as he flipped the page to look at the next drawing he sees it.
A more wrinkly version of him, yet still keeping up with his beauty, was what he saw. And not just one, but many.
It takes him a minute to verbally respond to what's staring right back, he's confused, why would you draw an old version of Vil? "What is this?" he looks in your direction "It's you" you answer him "I can see that but this one is more..." you smile at him "old? yeah." he flips though to the next page only to find more. "But why?"
