ohhh for the event can I get Vil and prompt 3 with reader as the ghost? ^_^
Words Unsaid; Vil Schoenheit
Content; Gender-neutral reader, angst, pining
Content Warning; Reader death (not described)
Word Count; 700+
A/N; Hi Haru! ... I decided to lean more into angst; I am so sorry Vil.
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Vil’s hands were shaking, and he tried to make a sound but his voice was caught in his throat.
His breath came out in white puffs, the Pomefiore lounge had become freezing cold as the fire died out. Dim light from the filtered moonlight cast everything in silver and greys. Long shadows crept across the floor like they were reaching out for him.
Vil.
It was barely audible, but Vil could hear the gentle hiss of his own name whispered into his ear, and it made the hair on the back of his neck stand on end. He took in a deep breath though, trying to calm his racing heart which betrayed how affected he was by his current circumstances.
He closed his eyes, shutting out everything else and focused solely on what he could hear. And with how on edge he was, he could have heard a pin drop. But he didn’t hear anything. That was the issue, alongside everything else.
Normally he would have been able to hear the muffled snoring of his fellow dorm members, or the gentle ticking of the clock, or even the standard sounds that an older building may make. But he heard nothing. Only the steady thump thump of his heart in his ears.
Vil opened his eyes again, and he stared at the figure that was now standing within arm’s reach of him.
It was you, but not as Vil knew you.
You floated closer towards him, and Vil dared not to move.
Ghost, spectre, phantom. That was what you now were.
But he had seen you that very day. Still very much alive. Still breathing.
“What happened,” he whispered, taking a step forward, trying to close the distance.
You moved back, and looked him in the eyes as tears fell down your cheeks. And then you vanished, the fire coming back to life, and all the sounds coming back.
Vil raked his hands through his hair, trying to come to some reasonable answer for why you were here, why you were a ghost. And he found himself running as fast as his legs would carry him, coming to a halt at Ramshackle.
He knocked at the door, but there was no answer. He knocked again and called your name. But all he was answered with was silence, and a sense of dread taking hold.
Please forgive me.
He knocked the door down with his magic, and made his way into the house. Vil looked in every room of the mansion, but all he found was dust; even Grim was nowhere to be seen.
This is a nightmare— No it isn’t, you know that. But how he wanted this to be nothing more than just a simple nightmare. If only it were as easy as that.
His breath came out in white puffs again, and everything stilled like time itself was frozen.
“Please,” Vil could barely recognize his own voice, desperation was something he was not well acquainted with, “tell me.”
You stayed out of sight though and stared at Vil, wanting nothing more than to embrace him. To feel his warmth one more time. To tell him something that had been weighing heavy on your chest for months.
You never had the chance, always being pulled in every which way or dealing with one problem or another. And now?
… it would not serve either of you any good. It would only cause more heartbreak, a tragedy that belonged in a play really, instead of reality.
Vil clenched his fist and rolled back his shoulders, “You’re still here, so you have something left that must be important. Let me help you.”
Something left, was in fact, someone.
Vil had always been outside of your reach, a star high up in the sky, and that distance was now further than ever.
That’s why you said nothing of your own feelings about him.
That’s why you said nothing, leaving the words unsaid.
“You can’t. Please, forget about me.”
Vil wouldn’t forget you. He would never forget about you, the person that he could be his entire self around.
Perhaps it was friendship, but something that screamed from his chest that it wasn’t.
And he would never get the chance to see what could be.
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warm hands. [itoshi rin x reader]
note: hc rin as that tsundere guy trope but honestly expresses more from his action and gestures. also his hands are definitely warm. warm hand warm heart..
For someone with an attitude most people would describe as ‘cold’, Itoshi Rin’s hands are really warm.
Such thought was a truth you were not scared to speak of. “I love holding your hand,” you said, standing beside him with you head leaning against his shoulder. With both of your fingers intertwined, it felt like home despite the two of you being away in the cold snow of a foreign country. “It’s really warm. Like a heater.”
Rin didn’t reply you for a moment, unsurprisingly. But in his silence, he tightened his hold around your hands. “Sure.”
You chuckled for a moment before nuzzling your face against his shoulder, “I love you, Rin.”
“Yeah, yeah,” Rin replied with a tone mixing between dismissal and embarrassment. Yet, he still pressed himself closer to you.
“Say it back,” you nudged him slightly.
Rin stayed silent for another minute. Then, a soft whisper landed along with a pair of lips on the crown of your head, “You are noisy.”
You let out another happy laugh and even if Rin didn’t smile, you knew his heart is warm too at that moment.
A few steps away in the back, Chigiri Hyoma made a face whilst Karasu Tabito recorded everything in his phone. “They are disgusting,” the redhead muttered under his breath.
“I know right,” his companion replied with a smirk, fully intending to spread the video to the group chat later.
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my offering today is nerd!beomgyu who cant admit that he likes hearing u praise him and pat his head like a puppy 😁
stawp it right now omg I couldn't stop giggling during this cb live :< he's so cute ARGHHHH!!
I swear it's meant to be fluffy, but there's some suggestive undertones here. I can't help it when I see beomgyu, praise and puppy in one sentence 🫠
nerd!beomgyu who has a strong personality when you're not close with him, but over time you gradually attempt to upgrade from your acquaintance phase and eventually to friends at the very least.
nerd!beomgyu who silently sits in the library on campus and nods after you ask if you can sit with him—not looking up from his paper and you feel a little disappointed given that you dolled up a little more today.
nerd!beomgyu who chews the inside of his cheeks when you buy him food or his favourite vinyls when he surpasses the whole class on an end-of-sem test once again.
nerd!beomgyu with the piles of books on his desk and some scattered on his bed when he invites you to his place to study together, shrugging his bag off his shoulder and momentarily taking his glasses off after a long day. you hate to admit that you found him even more attractive than you already did.
nerd!beomgyu who blushes when you take your sweater off and it slightly lifts your shirt underneath, exposing your waist and just beneath your bra, only leaving him to hope that you'd wear a baggier shirt so he'd catch the view of it next time.
nerd!beomgyu who's stubborn and tells you to take his desk while he's on the floor leaning against the side of his bed, the both of you doing a few worksheets while he has his vinyl record playing one of the vinyls you got him.
nerd!beomgyu who stretches and you turn to see him, dishevelled hair shying over his eyes and his mouth ajar to let out a strained groan. that noise was something that would be engraved in your head until the late hours into the night.
nerd!beomgyu who asks if you're done with your worksheet, comparing answers but then noticing that you struggled on a couple, asking him to show you how he got the answers.
nerd!beomgyu who bites the inside of his bottom lip when you coo praises and pat his head, "wow, you're so good at this beommie. no wonder you're always at the top of the class."
nerd!beomgyu who retaliates when you accuse him of being into praises and innocent head pats. "oh you love this don't you?" "what are you talking about." "well the tent in your slacks says a lot, puppy."
nerd!beomgyu whose cheeks and tips of his ears are furiously blushing when you point it out and from the nickname, and now even more when you ask him, "want me to reward you with something else?"
nerd!beomgyu who squeaks out a "please." before you lay a light hand over his crotch. he loves being praised by you. he loves head pats. and most of all, he loves being your nerdy sub. and you know that too.
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