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arent-i-the-fairest · 2 years

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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞’𝐬 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 (𝟐)

vil is seething over the fact that you and neige have become so close. but when he finds out you have no romantic feelings for the neige and are only into mature guys like himself, he becomes smug and doubles down on showing off.

part one here!

author’s note : desperate vil p2 is here! also, thank you to the anon who provided the plot! lovely idea!

“don’t you think neige and trickster’s blossoming friendship is just so lovely to see, roi du poison?”

vil doesn’t reply, but no. no he doesn’t. at all. he wishes he never invited you to that photoshoot so that none of this (= you and neige getting closer) would’ve ever happened.

he’s been taking L after L, and this might just be the biggest one— and of course it’s from neige of all people. but is he really surprised at this point? (no)

vil’s obviously really hating this, but y’know who isn’t?

epel. the boy is thriving seeing him mad, and plans to do something that’ll hopefully tip him over. he needs some revenge for all the work vil’s made him do.

lunch with the pomefiore trio is always a good time. today is not particularly the best example of that.. for you, at least. it’s a wonderful one for vil.

“prefect, are you in love with neige?” epel asks in a soft, innocent voice.

rook is looking at vil, vil is looking at you (very intently, might i add), and you’re looking at epel. you’re staring at him like he’s insane. he just smiles a little wider and bats his eyelashes as he waits for your response.

“you’ve got to be kidding. neige?? he’s like, practically a baby!” you sputter.

epel raises an eyebrow. “isn’t he the same age as you? or, no, was he older or younger? whatever, either way, you’re super close in age, y’know.”

“i didn’t mean age-wise. he goes to rsa, so obviously we’re going to be close in age. i’m talking about personality, and just the way he carries himself. he’s so cutesy and bubbly and stuff, and as lovely as it is, that’s just not the type of person i want to date.” you explain.

“fair. but that’s got me wondering, what is your type?” epel asks.

“mature dudes. more serious, responsible, smart ones, i suppose. no offense to neige. he’s just so cute, i can only see him as my little brother. so there’s no chance i’d fall for him.” vil’s hands fly up to his mouth to cover his grin.

hearing you say what you did at lunch yesterday was among one of the best things vil’s ever experienced. to know you haven’t fallen for neige’s charm like everyone else seems to have makes his heart swell. and his ego inflate.

he fits your tastes perfectly, does he not?

the pomefiore trio sat in vil’s room. “well, roi du poison? do you think you are the one trickster loves?”

vil scoffs at the question, throwing his hair over his shoulder. “obviously. i’m the only one who fits their interest.”

“but doesn’t leona exist? i mean—” epel slaps a hand over his mouth.

“him? tell me, do you think of sleeping all day, not attending classes, and slacking off on dorm duties as mature?”

“oh! oh! what about roi des roses?” rook asks, sitting up.

“.. i don’t appreciate the two of you thinking there could be someone as good as me. but riddle? i suppose he could be a possibility— if he didn’t so frequently have temper tantrums, that is.” he laughs. “but enough of these questions.”

“—just one more!” rook exclaims.

vil sighs. “what is it?”

“how do you plan on getting trickster to confess?”

“accentuating my maturity, of course. i would say i don’t have to put in any more effort than i already am, but it never hurts to shine a little extra.”

“may i assist you in earning thei—”

“no.”

you and neige were sitting together, and vil decided he’d try and intervene somehow.

“ooh, it’s vil!” neige points towards him, and you give him a smile. “vil, hey! what brings you here?”

“you two seem to be enjoying yourselves, i simply wanted to know if i could join.” you nod, patting the empty space beside you.

“i’ve been meaning to catch up with you anyways, vi! how’ve you been?”

“busy, as always— having to do my job and leading pomefiore at the same time. it’s nothing i can’t handle though.” he looks at you out of the corner of his eye, searching for any kind of admiration on your face.

“wow,” neige marvels. “it’s incredible how well he can take care of things, isn’t it, prefect?”

you nod. “it’s really respectable!”

vil’s face reddens a bit, and he laughs. “so you’ve realized.”

new day, new problem. you just needed to buy some groceries, but you forgot to bring the most important thing when you go shopping.

it doesn’t take long for vil to realize you’ve forgotten your wallet. all it takes is one look at you digging in every pocket you have and your slightly panicked face. of course, he takes the opportunity to try impressing you.

“how clumsy of you to forget to bring essentials out with you, prefect.”

“i didn’t forget it, i swear i have it on me somewhe—” “no worries, i’ll pay for you.”

you look up at him. “is it really alright?” he nods as he hands the money to sam, who whistles. “look at you being quite the gentleman, little imp. appreciate the purchase!”

the bell at the top of the door jingled as you two exited the mystery store.

“thanks so much for paying, vil. i can’t help but feel embarrassed though, hehe.” you fumble around with the bags.

“it’s beyond me how forgetful you are sometimes,” he sighs. “though, i suppose you can just call me if you ever forget again. i’m always open to helping you.”

“you’re too generous.” you smile.

paying for your groceries wasn’t the last time vil acted like this towards you. far from it. he’s been stepping up and doing things for you, showing off how responsible he is, the list goes on.

during physical education, you and epel sit together in the field, taking a break from the harsh activities.

“i don’t know about you, but i think vil’s been acting kinda funny,” you confess before falling back on the prickly grass. “or maybe he isn’t and i’m imagining things.”

epel snorts. “no, he totally is. it’s cause..” you look expectantly at him. “nevermind. i don’t know why.” he’d rather not have vil after him for outing his plans. you just shrug it off.

“well anyways, i find it cute. scratch that, i find him cute. as in, attractive cute.”

“ew. keep it to yourself.”

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