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parad-ice-lostandfound · 6 months

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Prompt: If someone had told you an hour ago that Vil and Rook would attempt breaking into Ramshackle, drunk out of their minds, you would have laughed and waved off their words. Well, that was what you would have thought an hour ago.

Pairing: Rook x Gn!Yuu/Prefect/Reader x Vil

Genre: Fluff

TW: Underage drinking, mentions of being very drunk, Rook and Vil are most definitely ooc (cause they're drunk)

A.N: For the record, I am not trying to encourage underage drinking. That is not my intention. I just had a funny story told to me by my aunt that inspired this. Again, not trying to encourage underage drinking or heavy drinking (drink responsibly and only after you come of age please).

If someone had told you an hour ago that Vil and Rook would attempt breaking into Ramshackle, drunk out of their minds, you would have laughed and waved off their words.

After all, Rook would never willingly compromise himself by drinking to the point where he couldn't walk without stumbling. He was a hunter; his sharp senses were his pride, and alcohol muddles the senses, rendering them dull. The idea of such loss of control over his actions may be a bit tempting, but you knew he wouldn't be as irresponsible as to have alcohol on a school night.

The same could be said for Vil. He was comfortable with showing you and Rook more of his natural and less put-together side, but he would not exactly let himself be drunk to the point where he slurred his words, each syllable melting into the next as he attempted to communicate with you. Not just to keep his dignified and elegant image, but also because of how horrible the hangover on the next day would be for him (he was a lightweight who learned it the hard way after getting into his father's special alcohol stash one day).

Well, that was what you would have thought an hour ago.

You sighed as you looked at the two boys who had all but broken the door to Ramshackle down. The pounding on the door (courtesy of Rook, who was also saying something that sounded like an essay in French as he stood outside your dorm) had woken you up from where you had fallen asleep completing assignments. You could still remember Grim's confused "Mrah?!" as he walked over and opened the front door for the two, bolting upstairs when the stink of alcohol became too much for his poor sensitive nose to bear.

Somehow, you had managed to bring the two inside, to the guest room, where they were both sprawled in a messy heap of limbs on a couch. It would have been a little cute, had they not been absolutely hammered beyond belief.

"Mon cher Trickster~" Rook hummed, eyes sly and captivating even as they drooped from the influence of alcohol. "Come nearer, and allow me... allow me the privilege of... basking in your glory..."

His voice was smooth and silky, and if it weren't for the way you saw him struggle like a newborn fawn just moments ago, you would have believed him to still be somewhat sober.

Vil, meanwhile, was just staring up at you with an awe-struck look on his face, eyes wide and shiny. Cheeks warm and a soft red from whatever he drank, he seemed content to just watch you as you stood in front of them wondering what to do. You looked over their appearance. Both the Pomefiore boys looked as beautiful as ever, even with their very obviously inebriated actions and reactions.

"What did you two drink? And how much?" You asked Rook, crouching slightly to reach his eye level. Rook scrunched his nose, looking up at the ceiling as he tried to remember; meanwhile your eyes focused on the freckles that had begun making their appearance after hours of being hidden beneath makeup.

"Apple... juice," Rook said, head tilting towards you as he answered your question. "Just... apple juice," Vil agreed, words mixing in his mouth even as he answered you with all the seriousness of a five year old trying to tell his mother that he had not had any cookies before dinner.

"You two don't seem like you had just apple juice though," you hummed, holding back a smile as Vil pouted at your words. Before he could voice any protests, you lightly patted his head, running your fingers through the silky blonde strands. Vil melted under your tender touch, eyes closing in bliss as he rested his head on Rook's chest.

"Stay," you ordered him, much in the way Crewel would with his students, but with a marked gentleness to your tone. Vil nodded, watching you with half-lidded eyes as you tried to make them more comfortable on the couch. Coaxing Rook to get up just a little for you to slip a pillow under his head, getting one of the blankets Vil had gotten especially for you, he watched you do every little thing to make their impromptu sleepover more comfortable for them.

Rook had fallen asleep by the time you finished making arrangements for the two of them to sleep somewhat comfortably. While you would have preferred to get them to your room and on an actual bed, they did not seem to be in any condition to climb the rickety stairs Ramshackle was famous for.

Ruffling Rook and Vil's hair one last time, you turned to move... only to be held back by a hand closing around your wrist. Your eyes trailed down your arm, an amused expression on your face as you saw Vil holding onto you.

"Yes, Vil?"

"Stay," Vil mirrored your words from before, the softly uttered command lacking the impact it otherwise would have had on you. Dewy eyes looked up at you, and a gentle "Please.." slipped through his lips, tugging at your heart strings the way he was tugging at your wrist.

You chuckled and acquiesced, sitting down in front of the couch with your wrist still in his grasp. Moving Rook's hand out of the way, you laid your head on the edge of the couch, looking into amethyst eyes. Eyes that softened with sleep and contentment as he watched you settle down near the two of them.

He stubbornly tried to remain awake, even as his eyelids kept drooping in protest. You, who had already had quite a restful nap (thanks to Professor Trein's homework) kept watching him in thinly veiled amusement and adoration for a few minutes, before speaking to him in a gentle tone. "You should go to sleep Vil. It's late."

A petulant pout was directed at you, and you resisted the urge to pinch his cheeks. "Come on, you need to sleep. It's important for a healthy and glowing skin, y'know," you hummed, using his own words (that he used nearly everyday for you) for him. His eyelids drooped even lower at the warmth in your voice, yet he stubbornly kept looking at you.

"I'm not going anywhere, Vil. I promise."

Finally, the male seemed satisfied with what you said. At least, that's what you figured from the way his eyes fully closed and remained closed, his breathing gradually slowing down as he fell into a deep sleep.

Your hand was still held in his. While his grip had loosened in his sleep... you did promise to stay.

Well, there were more uncomfortable places and positions you could have slept in.

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victoirey · 2 years

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hello sweetheart, to start off- your writing is amazing! may i kindly ask of you for some rookvil x reader, polyamory crumbs ? thank you!

a.pple of eachother's eyes —

♡ — sweetheart !? me !? heueheheuhe thank u nonnie dear ! for the pet name, & compliment ! [ psst anon sent another ask and corrected themselves , so now instead of reader, it'll be mc ! ] take a shot everytime I use however or mischaracterize rook & vil lol it's twelve am and I'm delirious

REBLOGS VALUED MORE THAN LIKES !

♡ — rookvil × gn mc polyamory hcs + miniminimini fic , 1.5k words

♡ — no warnings , besides inescapable fluff and pining ! also I was inspired and a mini mini fic was produced.

♡ :: first things first, vil & rook are likely to have been together even before you even came in. it was just the two, and they were content with that. it was quite the well kept secret at first , before the events of chapter five & six.

♡ :: then you stepped in.

♡ :: they were ... flabbergasted, to say the least.. the whole time they stayed in ramshackle in preparation for the vdc - you had gotten into a passionate conversation about musicals, dramas and the likes with the two of them .

♡ :: soon , these rare but fulfilling conversations happened more often - and it just turned into you guys conversing about random things, sharing laughs and smiles together.

♡ :: after the events of chapter five & six, the three of you had gotten closer and closer. vil would soften whenever you approached him, look at you like you were worth billions. rook would sing your praises at any given moment, fondness evident in his eyes. a strong, unbreakable fondness.

♡ :: and you fell, you fell for them. the both of them. you fell for them hard.

♡ :: you decided the best course of action was to hide it, conceal it, in fear of ruining the bond you had with the both of them.

♡ :: vil tried pushing down their growing feelings for you , tried to convince himself that what he was feeling was just common affection between two close friends.

♡ :: rook , however , took a different approach. he faced those feelings head on, without fear, even talking to vil about it the moment it all snapped into place.

"my beautiful vil," rook started, piercing the comfortable silence between them. they took this opportunity, in which both of them were free – to have a cuddle session. rooks arms pulled vil closer and vil just melted into his touch, rendering them in silence- that is until rook decided it was the perfect opportunity to ...

to just talk. about you.

vil hummed in acknowledgement, urging rook to continue. "that mc of ours. they're quite the sight for sore eyes, are they not ?" rook continued, smiling at the thought of you. vil glanced at him suspiciously, for what could his beloved boyfriend be planning with you this time ?

" ... yes, mc is quite the beauty, indeed. why do you ask ?" now, vil had turned the tables on his boyfriend – throwing a question at his face. rook took it with grace, getting straight to the point.

" i seem to have grown quite fond of them. extremely so, to the point my mind has been plagued with thoughts, of them, of you, of us, loving eachother without restrictions. "

vil's eyes widened, his lips parted ever so slightly - because for him, it had all just fell into place. each piece of the puzzle in its rightful place, complete. what did he see, when the puzzle was , at long last , completed ?

the three of you. smiling, laughing, together. loving.

...

well, now he can't deny it any longer, can he ?

" i.. " rook buried his face into vils neck, glancing up at him expectantly.

" i seem to have grown quite fond of them too, dear. "

♡ :: of course, the two officially started to woo you.

♡ :: you'd see them more often, and they'd smile - vil would nod his head in acknowledgement as he pulled you into a small conversation, which then turned into a geek out session, maybe rook would join too - if you ever bumped into him while walking along with vil.

♡ :: rook would tip his hat and smirk in greeting, making your presence known to those around you ( by many, many praises ) - and then you'd be pulled into another conversation-soon-to-be-geek-out-session.

♡ :: they'd pine for you like that, and soon - you'd get off your rear and start pining for them as well. It's true, you had made a handful of memories with them when you were all clueless idiots - however , now that you aren't clueless idiots - you've made even more.

♡ :: then they ask you on a date.

♡ :: you accept. you are welcomed into the pomefiore dining area - where they wait with fresh tea and biscuits. you talk, and talk, but it feels so different this time- it isn't just the excitement you all feel when you usually talk about things you're passionate about.

♡ :: this time you feel admired. adored. loved.

♡ :: from the way vil's eyes look into yours fondly, his tone softening with each and every word he says- and from the way rook has had his eyes on your lips the whole time ?

♡ :: you know how this will end. you know you're gonna end up placing a chaste kiss on both of their lips, as will they to eachother.

♡ :: and that, dearest ones, is how the plastics a new throuple made its way into the schools halls.

♡ :: rook & vil treat you & eachother like absolute royalty. the fairest of them all, the apple of their eye, their most beloved [ besides eachother . ]

♡ :: with them, you always have someone to confide in. when one of you is busy, the other takes the reigns and comforts the one who needs it. whether it be by an aggressive pep talk or a cuddle session with reassuring whispers.

♡ :: of course , vil is an a-lister , and an a-lister has many responsibilities and events to go to. if that event requires a +1? vil would pay extra, just to bring the two of you.

♡ :: again, being an a-lister has many responsibilities- and sometimes, someone as organized and rational as vil can get caught up trying to fill them. it starts to get stressful, so you and rook are always there to kiss his shoulders and cheek and pull him into bed for a cuddle session. lovers orders.

♡ :: vil leads the relationship most of the time , planning dates & being the first to speak up about a rising issue before it wrecks the relationship. his dates can go from going to the most grand events to skincare together, and if you don't have a skincare routine, he'll immediately get you started on one.

♡ :: rook is absolutely ecstatic to be in a relationship with not one, but two beautiful people ! With him, you're showered in utter adoration and praises, all from his heart. he proclaims his love for you two like, three times a day.

♡ :: however, I see rook as a more actions-speak-louder-than-words person, so he'd make time to cuddle up to you & give you meaningful gifts. [ read: flowers that have the most specific meaning you've ever seen, well thought of poems that compare you to things you've never been compared to , etc. ]

♡ :: if vils fans start getting too overwhelming, and he sees one, if not both you & vil, are uncomfortable– he'll immediately find a way to escape the situation you're all in, shielding you as you flee . It does not happen often though, as vil usually takes care of it himself.

♡ :: rook's planned dates are usually picnics in the forest, with food you all made together or having him teach both you and perhaps vil the art of the bow and arrow.

♡ :: however, dates don't always have to be planned – anything can be a date with them ! whether it be riding in vils limousine talking about his previous gig and how pretty he looked, cleaning your [ probably ] mess of a room, or just basking in eachothers presence. aslong as you spend time together, aslong as the three of you are in the same room, it's a date.

♡ :: they both don't stand for disrespect, whether it be aimed towards them, eachother, or you. the provoker will be metaphorically destroyed by the end of the day.

♡ :: as i implied, you love eachother. dearly. If you get discouraged or just can't bare to do anything for a day or two, they'll be there to pull you out of your rut and they expect you to do the same thing for them.

♡ :: petnames time !!

♡ :: rook calls you & vil a collection of french nicknames, examples include : mon coeur, mon tresor, mon ange, mon canard, mon bebe, etc. however, he is fond of calling you "fawn" and vil, "fairest".

♡ :: vil calls the both of you endearments such as - dear one, dearest, dear, sweetheart, sweetie, little apple, beautiful, and maybe even a princey/princess is thrown in. he is also fond of calling you "heart" and rook, "love"

♡ :: when vil first introduced you two as his lovers, of course you had some nasty hate to deal with - however, with haters also comes lovers. and there was a ton of lovers.

♡ :: you got support from fans, other celebrities, other celebrities' fans, vil's super rad celebrity dad of which i forgot the name of, neige and his fans even ! with that, the hate was easily brushed away.

♡ :: the fans gaped at your love, even labeling you guys as the throuple of the century! you & rook may even be seen as attractive, hell, theres a chance you have a fanclub , dear one !

♡ :: honestly, such a wonderful throuple you are , the apple of eachother's eyes.

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