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Prompt: You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil's affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.
Pairing: Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook
Genre: Yandere
TW: Yandere Vil and Rook, talk of killing someone, Reader is not Yuu/Prefect.
AN: Rook and Vil ily but why are you both so hard to write for 😭 Like, yall are fun to think for but it was so hard to write down the concept in my mind ysgshskejd. I genuinely don't know if I was able to do them justice, please forgive me if they're a bit ooc in this. This started off as a joke thing because of a friend, but then it turned yandere for some reason that I don't know but we're vibing so it's okay ^^
You groaned as you flopped face first onto the couch in Vil's room, uncaring of the fact that you were still wearing your shoes. Vil glanced at you from the corner of his eyes as he sat at his vanity, narrowing his gaze at your unmoving form.
"(Name), remove your shoes."
" 'm too tired," you grumbled, and Rook chuckled from his place on Vil's bed. "My, my Chevalier de Beauté, how bold of you to reject Roi du Poison's order," he teased you, getting up from the bed to walk over to where you were.
" 'm tired," you whined once again, drawing out a chuckle from both of your boyfriends.
"Still, as Roi du Poison's devoted hunter, I cannot let you get away with such a grave crime," he hummed, his voice light and sweet to your ears. Kneeling on one leg, Rook carefully untied your shoelaces, gently placing your shoes on the floor by the couch. Each movement was smooth and reverent; one would think he was handling a priceless treasure with the way he made sure to not make a single noise as he rid you of your shoes.
He watched in amusement as your only reaction was to sigh and turn your head slightly to look at him. Ever watchful, he immediately zeroed in on the eyebags that you had tried to conceal under layers of makeup. Rook removed the glove from one of his hands, raising it to smooth back your hair into a somewhat presentable state.
"Pray tell, what has you so stressed?" He asked, and you could see Vil sit straighter (if that was even possible since his posture was always impeccable) at his words, no doubt listening to the two of you.
"Its nothing too bad, really. I'm just stuck with uncooperative assholes in Professor Crewel's class-"
"Language," Vill gently chided, but you could make out the concern in his voice. You continued speaking, eventually fully ranting to Rook and Vil about how absolutely bull-headed and uncooperative your group members were, and how you were practically the only one working on the project.
Both the boys stayed quiet as they heard you vent your frustrations out to them. Once you were done, Rook gave you a smile. His eyes held a dangerous light, sharp gaze befitting the hunter he prided himself in being.
"Would you like me to kill them for you?"
You felt a shiver run down your spine at his tone, the familiar smile on his face somehow turning malicious in front of your very eyes. Very slowly, like prey trying to not agitate the predator in their bid to escape, you silently sat up on the couch. Your eyes were trained on his, caution and hesitancy swirling in them (a very pretty mixture, if you asked Rook; what he wouldn't give to see that look of confusion and fear in your eyes more often-)
"No killing, Rook," Vil spoke from his seat in front of the mirror, turning completely to face the two of you. Immediately, Rook turned back into the playful boy you always knew, as he chuckled, "Ah, I jest, of course." He winked at you, and you wondered if your senses had played a trick on you as the heavy atmosphere that had been in the room mere moments ago dissipated instantly.
"Perhaps I could speak to these classmates of yours, hm?"
"O-oh, there's no need for that," you nervously chuckled. "I already informed Professor Crewel about it, and he said he'll give them a fitting punishment," you hurriedly explained. Your fingers fiddled with the cuffs of your blazer, a clear sign of your discomfort at the thought of Rook potentially talking to the people from your group. As irritating as they were, you didn't really want to get them on his (or for that matter, anyone's) bad side, especially with how... weird and quite frankly terrifying Rook had been earlier.
Your nervousness did not go unnoticed, as Vil chuckled, crossing his arms elegantly as he looked at the two of you. "Rook, you've scared them."
Vil stood up from his seat, making his way over to you. Carefully, he lifted your face to make you meet his eyes and smiled. "Rook was only joking, my dear. Don't worry." The gentle touch sent butterflies fluttering through your stomach, and the soft smile complementing his words made your earlier worries go away.
Rook looked at you, a mix of surprise and amusement in his eyes as he took your hand in his own. "Ah, dear Chevalier de Beauté, you need not worry at all," he said as he placed a light kiss on the back of your hand.
"You are precious to me, so I cannot help but wish to take care of anything that may displease you. But, my apologies if I went too far with my joke."
His voice was sincere as he spoke, and you couldn't help but smile at him despite his... slightly concerning words. Rook was a weirdo most of the time. Maybe it was just a well-intended joke that you just overthought about?
You chuckled, missing the way Vil's shoulders seemed to relax and how Rook's smile became a little less forced.
"It's alright Rook."
"You nearly gave us away, Rook."
Vil's voice was uncharacteristically cold as he stared down at the hunter kneeling in front of him. You had gone back to your own dorm room some time ago, saying that you needed to finish one of Professor Trein's assignments, giving the two boys some much needed privacy to have this conversation.
"My sincere apologies Roi du Poison. I did not mean to, but to see their beautiful face contorted in such anger, such frustration... it caught me off guard. I was careless in my wish to take away some of their burden, and I shall accept any punishment you deem acceptable, my fair queen," Rook said, his voice repentant as he stared at the hem of Vil's dorm clothes.
Vil sighed after a long and tense silence. How could he remain cross with his beloved hunter any longer, when he was this remorseful? Besides, Vil had been quick enough to salvage the situation in time, and you were still blissfully unaware of how deep exactly their affections ran for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name.
"Get up," he ordered, and the hunter rose to his feet, finally daring to look his queen in the eyes. "Go, and find every little thing there is to find about those useless students. Every. Single. Thing. But do not, touch a hair on their heads. That will be your punishment."
Vil's voice was calm and collected, like a queen delivering a death sentence. Rook bowed reverently.
"As you wish, my dear queen."
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"Stop the wedding!!"
So you get to see NRC food fighting RSA in the end lol
Yan! NRC vs Yan! RSA x GN Isekai'd Player (Self-aware)
All the people inside the cafeteria turned their attention to you, an isekai'd player.
"(Name)!!" Idia beamed in tears, finally someone saving him! ... wait, someone? Oh no no no no! You are not just 'someone'!! Why did he even bother troubling you to this extent? He should have just kissed the bride!!!
"Make it right in time, you got me, Ace?"
"Thank you for kicking me like a barrel toward the ghosts, pal," Ace replied dejectedly but posed no annoyance at all.
"Potato, since when do you have the funds to get yourself such a nice suit?" Vil questioned as he inspected your overall. The makeup and hairdo were not done to the utmost perfection but he can let it slide because anything on you equals absolute beauty.
"Oh, this? So you are smart enough to realize Crowley won't cover MY suit! I mean, he was trying teeth and nails to not let me join Ace and Co!"
"At least he does something right for the first time," Leona added.
"White suits you though I thought you'd surely go with Black as usual?" Trey cocked his head to the side questioningly.
"Look, this is what Neige lent me. And all his attires are almost pristine white! I'm telling ya'!" At that statement, you saw Vil twitch despite not being able to move, he must have been very pissed at the mention of Neige's name alone.
"Originally I planned on taking Cheny'a's but I realized how eccentric his taste is so I decided to go with Neige. The RSA students are kind enough to assist Neige in tailoring it to my size too! Got them right in time before Crowley could shoo me!"
"Dude, even the RSA knows how to respect them, I don't know if I should be angry or nah but it certainly leaves a bad aftertaste seeing them wearing what RSA makes for them." Cater whispers something to the person next to him, inaudible to your ears.
"What do you say if we steal the suit and then burn it down in front of them after we are done here? I'd like to give them a nice thank you hug too while we are at it."
"And we should leave them some of my... flowers collection too. This alone should be enough to show our gratitude right?"
"I'd say we should try giving them a proper form of token of gratitude too, how about Master Lilia's cooking?" Sebek added with a grin, he had his fair share of Lilia's cooking to the point he'd like to share it with the others.
"Oh? Then I'd have to make sure to add extra 'love' into it." He replied, this time intending to poison people so its horrifying taste was multiplied at natural without him realizing it.
"Wait, why would we even bother giving them a handmade cooki-" Jack was immediately silenced by Cater's eerie smile. He had his fair share and he knew they meant nothing well from it at all.
"Hey Ace, do something! Stop throwing all your work on prefect!" Deuce yelled by the sideline, ready to chew his ears off.
"I agree, you shouldn't let someone magic-less handle this handful situation alone, get a hold of yourself right now will you, Ace?" Azul scowled and started to usher Ace into work.
"Dude! Now all of you are cornering me?"
"You haven't finished, Ace?!"
And Riddle's voice was all it took to make Ace cowered like a puppy. Rook shook his head in disappointment, this had taken way longer than the original gameplay.
"Hurry! We should wrap things up as though we are changing a dirty tablecloth into a new one!" Epel yelled out rather... unique lines. Was he trying to be as poetic as Rook? If anything, both Rook and Vil said nothing regarding this.
"Riiiiighhhhtttt, I'm kinda checked out now, to be honest."
Idia's eyes immediately widened, not you too?!
Just before the other could chant another "Smooch the bride", you immediately lunged toward the bride. All those gym class training paid off! Basically, this and that until the ghost inflated.
And instead of Rook ordering you and Epel around, you took the steering wheel before anyone could.
"Move yer' ass you glorified wood logs! Move move move!"
The lucky person is the person who gets to feel you dragging them. Absolute win!
--
"Urgh, I'm so gonna have phasmophobia now." Idia rolled his eyes as the ghosts departed but to be honest? He was happy to see you barging into the cafeteria like a knight in shining armor for him! (It was mostly the others fighting lol)
Idia was taken by surprise the moment your hand smacked his back. "Would you look at it, the star of the show, a handsome groom adorned in black! You look positively breathtaking, senior Idia."
"Eep-! Oh no, they have graced me with their words that are enough to deafen me! What should I do? How should I show them just how grateful I am to be even considered by them???"
"What did you say? I couldn't hear you really well."
"Well, brother said that-"
"N-n-no! Nothing! I uh... am thankful... for your assistance." He answered bashfully, his hair tip turned into a shade of pink.
"Now now potato, it's time to change, wearing that must have been uncomfortable right?" Vil immediately pulled you away from the pink introvert.
"No...? Neige said that it's meant to be comfortable and it's true!"
"Well, we have something even wayyyy more comfortable for you, shrimpy! Come on now, let's take it off and dress you up in something else!"
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Lilia was leading everyone with a basket of something, a speaker in one hand and Neige's suit in the other hand, "Hey you RSA whippersnappers! Get down!"
The head mage was coincidentally away that day and it allowed the NRC students to lead a protest in front of the academy's gate.
Lilia threw the white suit onto the ground while Leona whistled, signaling Rook to shoot an arrow of fire toward it like an Olympic grand opening. (What a duo.)
"Yeah! Eat this you good for nothing!" Cater and Ruggie immediately took out the pie from Lilia's basket and threw it right onto the students' face. Kalim was generous enough to sponsor lots of baking materials for Lilia with Jamil assisting with the baking. It was badly burnt but still hard as a rock.
Cheny'a was careful enough to avoid Trey and Riddle while Vil was feeling rather generous in feeding Neige~ Oh, and Malleus is always bullseye in his shots, hitting everyone down in no time. He was pretty pissed (sulking) that he was not invited to join your fun. Silver was not being merciful too, he didn't fall asleep at all during this whole thing!.
Rollo was feeling rather grateful but also sad that you did not come to him to ask for his help :(
And Crowley just watched everything from the sidelines while praying that nothing bad will be sent to him after this. Well, he's happy with how bright his students are.
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Alright, thank you for the info!
I was wonder if I can request male!reader and Malleus learning that they are yanderes for each other? Thinking like how one of them caught the other doing something bad (Stealing something of theirs to be mild as possible, since I don't want to too intense) only to be happy that they mutual love each other.
I hope that this is good! Thank you.
❝𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐔𝐀𝐑𝐘❞ DAY 10: ❝WE ARE MEANT TO BE❞
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖗𝖊: fluff
𝖌𝖊𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗: male
𝖙𝖎𝖙𝖑𝖊: DAY 10: WE ARE MEANT TO BE
𝖕𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: yan!malleus x yan!m!reader
𝖜𝖆𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖓𝖌: none
𝖘𝖚𝖒𝖒𝖆𝖗𝖞: i was wonder if i can request male!reader and malleus learning that they are yanderes for each other? thinking like how one of them caught the other doing something bad (stealing something of theirs to be mild as possible, since i don't want to too intense) only to be happy that they mutual love each other.
don't you think it's crazy? crazy that there's two who're crazy for each other without even realizing that they feel the same way for each other. they're yanderes for each other. what a…rare occasion…
the two have been stalking one another, taking pictures, stealing belongings without realizing that they're having feelings for each other. it's crazy how…something like this even happened. they're just secretly obsessed with each other.
“Malleus, aren't you going too far with the whole romance thing?” lilia asked the raven haired fae, who's hanging up a photo of [y] on his bed tester. “I support you, but this is getting way out of hand.”
“Why? I couldn't handle it. I just somehow have this feeling to do so.” malleus mumbled after finishing hanging the photo. lilia sweatdropped at how many photos malleus has been taking, “Did you hang them up just to…think about him?”
“Indeed…” malleus nodded, plopping down in the bed and stared up at the photos.
“...Whatever makes you happy…” lilia sighed as he was about to leave, but malleus stopped him to ask a question. He asked, “Lilia, some of my clothes have been missing lately. Do you happen to know about that…?”
“Oh? Not really…”
“Hm…”
“You're taking this stalking to a whole new level. Here I thought Rook was a bizarre one…” vil sweatdropped. Concerning him, a whole gallery of photos of malleus are hanging from the wall to the ceiling. it's kinda worrying and creepy. “Do you…need help…?”
“I'm fine~ I just can't stop myself from loving Malleus. I just wish he recognized my feelings.” [y] sighed.
“I don't think Malleus will love a creepy stalker who stole his belongings or took photos of him. You're making Rook look normal.” the housewaren huffed while placing his hands on his hips.
“That’s fine. I'll just continue to do what I can do best.” [y] brushes off vil's words before pushing him out of the room. “It's getting late~ Have a goodnight ~”
night hit, malleus has broken into [y]’s room to grab something to add in his collection by going into the male's drawer.
“Ah. This is his T-shirt…” malleus mumbled while holding up your t-shirt. the raven haired fae checks his surroundings before pressing the t-shirt against his muzzle, sniffing it. “It smells just like him…”
he jumped when the lights flicked on. malleus looks over his shoulder to see [y]. malleus flinched, “[Y]...!”
“Malleus…?” [y] blinked bewilderingly before his eyes landed on the t-shirt in his hands. “Is that…my shirt?”
malleus panicked, “I-it's not what it looks like—” he paused when he noticed his clothing in [y]’s hands. “Those are…my clothes…?”
the raven haired fae then realized his pictures were hanging on the wall and ceiling. [y] sweatdropped, “It's not what it look like—”
“D-do you love me…?” malleus blushed, feeling overjoyed that someone he likes actually has a crush on him. “It was you?!”
“Ah. Yes. I didn't have the courage to tell you how I feel.” [y] scratches the back of his head with a soft blush. the raven haired male awed and stepped closer to the male and expressed, “I feel the same way about you…! Do you love me?”
[y] gasped, “Of course, I love you! Do you feel the same way?!”
“Yes, I love you!” malleus confessed with excitement. “We are meant to be together, do we…?”
“We must've been blessed by the Seven.” [y] chuckled. malleus holds his arms out, “C…can I kiss you…?”
“S…sure.” [y] nodded. as the two about to kiss, an exhausted vil barged into the bedroom, “Quit your yelling! We're all trying to have our beauty sleep! You two love each other?! Then take that romance shit somewhere else!”
“Sorry…”
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Is it ok if we can see more of rock musician MC with the Yandere pop music club or Pomefiore once they discover their secret musical talent?
im doing Pomefiore cause at this rate, im doing everyone xD i dont might, it rewally makes me happy that you guys enjoy this series/topic (idk what to call it)
ill likely do heartslabyul and Ignihyde and Diasomnia will likely be together and theres still savannaclaw (though idk how well that goes lol)
who do you guys want next?
~Musical!mc~
Yan!Vil x mc
Yan!Rook x mc
Yan!Epel x mc
Warnings: yandere, manipulation, stalking, hints nsfw, hint of kidnapping?, the art is more on the fem!mc side but the fanfic parts should be gender-neutral (if not, im sorry and do tell me where so i can fix it qwq)
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Rook
would you be surprised that rook found this little secret first? like he was the very first person to find out
the answer should be no and if not that no then you are sorely mistaken.
When did he find out? Who knows? But one thing for sure, he want to relish in the fact that he's the only one who knows. Other people might find out sooner or later but he has it in his head like you told him yourself. Like you held this important little secret close to your heart and in-trusted your heart to him. He lives in his own world.
He'll know when you sing. Its often when grim isn't present, like he messed with ace and deuce and getting collared by riddle. whatever grim did that had him busy, you often have your sweet alone time to sing our heart out.
Rook will help keep this talent of yours as secret as you want. if you want only a few to know, he'll accept it. if you don't want anyone to know, he'll make sure your secret is preserved for as long as you like. but honestly, if he had it his way, he'd be the only one to know. the only one that can hear your lovely voice.
Rook is a hunter and an active fan in the beauty department. hell take pictures of you and even record your voice. even when you're not singing. he has a recording of you sleep.. your sighs in the night, signaling if you have any discomfort or even pleasure in your dreams.
he'll take the moment in your dorm to look at your stuff. help here and there in your dorm. in the morning, you might find your clothes ready and prep for the next day. you might find your room less messy than you remembered the night before. you might see food that you don't remember when you've gotten it. you also find tea that states it "helps your voice"? did grim get this....?
Rook watches you like you were a bird. oh he wishes to capture you and hear you sing just for him alone but he also like you to be free. to watch your wings stretch into the sky as you sing with your heart and soul.
but he is a little curious on what would you do, if your wings were... clipped.
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Vil
he is furious when he found out. how dare you not tell him!? How dare you to just sit idly by when your potato friends did the VDC and not to mention, watching them lose like idiots!
but... that's in the past and now he has to face this issues with a level head. he needs to know how well you sing, both in when you aren't pressured (your free alone time) and with his guidance and lessons. now you see why Epel runs for the hills during Vil lessons.
here's the thing about vil, you cant be 100% mad at his overbearing behavior to watch you succussed. he just wants to watch you thrive. plus he knows what its like in the music industry. he had to work side by side with it when he was young after all. you cant get mad at him, even if his words like like hot burning knifes to your skin.
when you think that hes heartless and you just want to break down with how harsh hes being, he gets to your level and speaks smoothing words to make you feel better.
"hey hey! i know its difficult and i wont have been this harsh with you if i knew you you couldn't take it. but you can. this industry is very mean but you have the talents to make it big and ill help you through it~ every step of the way~"
isnt vil a great actor? i mean he works really hard to hone his skills but this is next level. he has you wrapped around his little fingers. he doesnt care if you want to be big or even small in the music industry but with you by his hip. with your voice, you could even riverly neige! Imagine it. beautiful model with a lovely song bird by his side. their love story is so cute. its like a fairy tale! celebrty with everything finds love with a common no body.
but honestly, he'd be lying if he said it was just for celebrity gain. Vil has been eyeing you awhile, you were a great help during vdc and maybe... he just wants you to keep helping... but just him this time..
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Epel
at first, epel thought he wouldn't care about that. in life he mainly wanted to be seen as the manly type. but with vil's lessons on beauty, makes him hate that whole aspect, entirely.
but when he first heard you... that changed everything.
he didn't mean to sneak up on you. it was late in the day, everyone was in their clubs but since hes been failing a class, vil forced him to improve his grades.
"leona would be fine without you for a day... but not for the rest of the year.so if you want to stay in in the magical shift club, get your grades up."
he decided to head to the library to study for a bit. a nice quiet place to read and study, or try to anyways. a few minutes passed and he wasn't feeling it with his textbook. epel just needed a quick walk around the library to help pump his blood flowing to his head, he thought.
and then, he heard you. you were doing a slight hum and soft singing mixture. but oh was it so sweet to his ears. he felt like he was with his grandma back in grade school when he would come home from school and she'll be making dinner for him. it reminded him of home, and how he missed it so much.
he'll likely not be the type to confront you about it, its your business and if you told him personally, he'd love that.
without realizing it, when he thought about you singing, he dreamed that you and him were married in his home town. he'll be coming home after a long days work and you'd welcome him home with a sweet smile. you might even ask if he wanted food, a bath, or even- oh shoot. Epel has to use the restroom NOW.
naughty boy.
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Twisted Wonderland
Masterlist 2
Return Home? Yes
Dot's friend code: Pn8CT4dH
Heartslaybul
Riddle
Soulmate Mark- Riddle x reader. Riddle has never met his soulmate, but he wishes it could be you.
Ace
The Shadow- Ace x reader. Ace tries to keep the student shadowing him away from you.
The Couch- Ace makes you sleep on the couch.
Mystery Date- ? X reader. The prefect is secretly dating someone, and Deuce and Ace have to figure out who.
Deuce
Mystery Date- ? X reader. The prefect is secretly dating someone, and Deuce and Ace have to figure out who.
Trey
On Love and War- Trey x Reader. Trey was a jerk on beans day. You get revenge.
QOUR-100- Trey x reader. While tutoring you in the language, Trey takes you to his family's bakery to practice.
Cater
Stay-yan!Cater x Reader. Fake dating to lovers trope but it ends badly.
Savannaclaw
Leona
When the Lion Disappears- Leona x reader. It's a bad sign when your boyfriend "vanishes"
Kitty Cat- Leona x reader. Leona didn't realize that a portal that could take you back and forth would mean he'd have another cat to compete with
Tsum Leona- Leona x reader. What happens when his tsum gives you a gift?
Ruggie
Soon
Jack
Soon
Octavinelle
Azul
Kiss the Shrimp- Azul x reader. You taught the twins "Kiss the Girl", and now they are adapting it for their own needs.
My Drowning Heart- Azul x reader. Azul helps you through a depressive episode
Elder God-Now bound to Azul, and given three days to get affairs in order, you turn to your neighbor Idia for help escaping Part Two Part Three Lore
Study Me- Azul x reader. Azul doesn't believe you when you confess
Floyd
The Other Shrimp- Floyd x reader. Floyd's ex is a shrimp mer, and you get jealous.
The Other...Goldfish?- Sequel to The Other Shrimp. You have a chat with a goldfish.
Floyd's Birthday Gift- Floyd x reader. Jade "asks" you to help with Floyd's present.
Message in a Bottle- Floyd x reader after Floyd's graduation, you are destined to be separated by the sea
Scientific- Floyd x reader Jade has caught a human to study in his lab. You only seem to react well to Floyd. Chapters One Two Three
Jade
Slippery Eel- Jade x reader. Jade plays hard to get and Floyd is his wingman
Leech Vs. Morality- Jade x reader. You debate the morality of love potions.
Scarabia
Kalim
Bad Boi- Kalim x gn!reader.Kalim becomes a bad boy to win your heart.
Jamil
Hidden Desire: Jamil x reader. Jamil thinks you are the key to restoring his reputation. Chapters: Prologue One Two Three Four Five Six
Pomefiore
Vil
Enemies to Lovers- Vil x reader An enemies to lovers route with Vil. Chapters: One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine Ten Epilogue
Of Lavender and Apples- Vil comforts you through a depressive episode.
Rook
A real Fairytale-MDNI Yan!rook x reader. A fairytale, and what actually happened
Lover- Rook x reader. It's time to break up with rook, for the sake of your heart
Beloved- happy ending to Lover
Le Chasseur d'Amour- Rook x Reader. You're transported back to earth, but Rook is still able to trace you with his SS. Chapters: One Two Three Four Five
The Guardian of Love- Rook x ace!reader Rook defends you from a toxic flirt
Does Teamwork make the dreamwork?- Rook x gn!reader You're getting too close to Rook. Malleus and Leona have to stop this before it's too late.
Epel
On my way to Somewhere- Epel x reader. After you break up with Vil, Epel takes you on a road trip to clear your head
Ignihyde
Idia
Idia with a Reader who is touchy and gives kisses as a cultural greeting
Ortho
Soon
Diasomnia
Malleus
How to Befriend a Demon King- yan!Malleus x reader. You didn't realize your coffee shop friend was a demon.
Ace's like Dragons- Malleus x Ace reader. You're asexual, and Malleus is a dragon.
Sugar Baby- Malleus x reader. Malleus doesn't understand how to use the term sugar baby.
Halloween Lovers- Malleus x reader Malleus wants to have a romantic Halloween with you.
And I would Walk 500 miles- Malleus x reader. Malleus is a tall fae who walks too fast for you.
Protective Charms- Malleus x reader. After an argument, you and Mal have fun with Fae lore.
Defense Against Overblot- Malleus x reader. You worry your boyfriend is the next one to overblot
The Ruler of the Abyss- sequel to Defence Against Overblot
From this Slumber You Shall Wake-part three in the overblot series
The Spell Shall Break-Part four/finale in the series
To Prove A point- Malleus x reader. You get him a cake for his birthday
Malleus x gn! Crow s/o HC's
Lilia
Single Parent- Lillia x Reader. Lillia has a son. 😱
Trick With Treat-Teaching Lilia an enstars song about bats was a wonderful idea.
A Feast for a Prefect and Belle- Lilia x reader and Clavis x au!reader. Ikemen Prince twisted wonderland crossover involving the culinary crucible... You're screwed.
Found- Lilia x reader. You've returned to him in every lifetime. Until now. Chapter Two
A Lesson in Humanity- Lilia x reader. Lovers to enemies
Lilia x clingy s/o head canons
Silver
Where Did I Come From- Silver x reader. After explaining his heritage to you, he finally wants to know where he came from.
Sebek
Pass the Test- Sebek x reader. Sebek wants you to prove that you are worthy of Malleus; you want to prove you're worthy of Sebek.
Ramshackle
Grim
Unresolved- You and Grim get stuck in a time loop. The question is why?
Staff
Crowley
Drunk Crowley Request - Crowley x reader. You need Crowley for something, but mans is plastered.
Crow(ley) Brain- Crowley x reader your love language is thievery, and guess who you love
Crewel
Courting HC'S for Crewel
Trein
HC's for if Trein Dated Your Mom- Fem! Reader
Sam
Soon
Vargas
Soon
Non NRC
Chen'ya
Soon
Neige
Soon
Rollo
Soon
Eric Venue
Eric Venue- Vil never realized he'd have to compete with his dilf of a dad. Technically, Vil x reader .
Galavant Au Masterlist
300 Followers Event Masterlist
500 Followers Event Masterlist
1k followers event
October Prompt list
Zodiac Series
Twisted Earth Literary Universe
Among Us
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I have an idea! Based on a fandom one of the kingdoms have smth called paramour, which is an unofficial lover x sugar baby kind of relationship which focuses on money and physical affection but not on emotional bond. Imagine the yans crushing on you, but they found out that you're a paramour of a student from an influential old money family in NRC (bc rich kids = got the money for dates and physical affection) or worse, a royal. Going on dates and giving physical affection for cash ? Yes please
Sugar daddy!au who? I'm just gonna say this takes place in a college. Bills are high and you gotta pay them somehow! Because there are so many handsome and beautiful men on campus how could you choose? The reader has to have a good schedule when meeting up, changing their attitude to fit the yandere's desire.
So maybe Monday for Riddle, having tea with him as he tells you his success in his major, your praises are to die for. I see him being new in having a sugar baby and most definitely will fall hard.
Tuesday would be for Malleus, he has a lot of free time yet you sadden him by spending with him on Tuesdays. Taking long walks in his private garden, his conversations are a little random but you get paid well. Out of all the sugar babies he’s had you stayed the longest.
Leona would take any day, so you schedule with him on Wednesday. And let's be real here, Leona probably has plenty of sugar babies but you're his favorite. He loves spoiling pretty things like you, a smooch would be a nice thank you.
You’re favorite out of the most would be Kalim, putting little effort to dress up every Thursday since you’ll mostly be wasted at his parties. Kalim would give you anything you wanted as long as you give him the pleasure of your attention. And he pays quite a big tip.
You get to have a free discount every Friday at the lounge! Lucky you, everything is free as long as you abide Azul’s rules. You’d be the prettiest/handsomest thing to spoil, anything you can every want would be granted for a fair price of course. And you get to sit on his lap while he does paper work or have talks with clients!
On Saturday’s is where you constantly check your phone, Idia would spam your messages; telling you where to meet up and what outfit you should exactly wear. For a shut-in he has good taste, most of your hours with Idia are left sitting and looking at a screen, you’ll leave with a couple of kisses to reward his in game victory.
You have to have Sunday with Vil, it’s a must need. You’re pampered like a doll and have a personal collection of designer bags and clothes. Fawning over your hair, makeup and clothes, you do regular photo shoots with Vil in secret. (Rook is the photographer btw) Vil regularly tells you how grateful you should be, he doesn’t spoil just anyone.
And them finding out about you being a paramour to not them but many others?! Oh the horror! Some will point their fingers at you and some will see it as competition. How foolish of them to fall for you, you’d sigh as some come close to strangle the other, one on his knees and pleading for you to choose. The event won’t end until you make a decision, it would’ve been best if none found out about the whole ordeal.
#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#yandere twisted wonderland#this was actually so good i luv this idea#nah but fr dont get caught it aint pretty#riddle rosehearts x reader#leona kingscholar x reader#malleus draconia x reader#kalim al asim x reader#azul ashengrotto x reader#idia shroud x reader#vil schoenheit x reader#sugar daddy!au#ଘrambles
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yan twst x s/o that has special blanket/stuffie
mc was already kidnapped and lives with the yan
fun fact: i still hug my special blanket when i go to sleep
he would NEVER throw it away. it means so much to you and the last thing he wants to do is make you cry over a stuffed animal. they make it a game, they’ll hide your stuffed animal and if you find it, you get to keep it, if you don’t you get to hug him instead. (get jealous when you find it though)
LEONA, malleus, FLOYD, ROOK, cater, ruggie, alhaitham, AYATO, wanderer, childe
thinks it’s the most adorable thing ever and ofc he lets you keep it. he loves cuddling with you while you hug it, he might even buy another one that matches it so you can have matching ones. then if he does buy a matching one he would go “mwah” and press them together going “their in love!”
KALIM, lilia, IDIA(flustered), rook, azul, silver, deuce, VENTI, kazuha, itto, KAVEH
he thinks its endearing how you hold it close to you while you sleep, and thats it. he doesn’t get jealous nor mad that you don’t hug him while he sleeps because he knows you have no one else to love. he lets you keep it and hugs you while your sleeping to cuddle.
JAMIL, JADE, ace, vil, silver, ALBEDO, diluc, ZHONGLI, xiao(after a while), THOMA, tighnari, cyno, kaeya
plain jealous. he doesn’t like how your clinging to a stuffie but he doesn’t stop you, he would just bare with it to keep you happy. he would rather you hug a stuffie at night then you be mad at him. (even though he wants to hold you / he wants you to hold him.)
RIDDLE, jack, sebek, azul, EPEL, GOROU, kaveh, heizou, XIAO, WANDERER
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GBF
(Someone told me their idea of ‘yandere seemingly gay guy x fem reader who thinks they’re their bestie,’ and I foamed at the mouth. Anon I wanna kiss u on the mouth.
This is a Yan Vil x Fem Reader story, so proceed w caution!!! Some details may not be canon, so plz don’t yell at me, I’ll throw up.
TW: !!!noncon/dubcon!!!, !mistaken sexuality!, !reader is like ?? but ur gay and Vil is like ‘lemme show u that I’m not’, Vil is a meangirl as usual, unsafe sex!, need to express that he’s straight!, slight manhandling that is seemingly OOC, kinda dacryphilia, D/S kind of relationship, use of the word master, drugging!, hand on neck action, etc..
Please proceed with caution!)
“-So I asked him if the extension was necessary, and he told me that because I was a distraction, he couldn’t get his part of the project completed. Can you believe that??? He’s blaming me for wanting to do the project in the same room, rather than separately, just in case he needed help! How rude!” You puff your cheeks indignantly, painting your nondominant hand a royal purple, matching Vil’s iconic look.
Vil gives an airy chuckle, he’s currently styling his hair into his normal updo, making sure his braids are even on both sides of his head, “I don’t think he means it in the way you think, darling. I believe he’s insinuating that he finds you… endearing. Perhaps he has a crush on you?” The blond is gritting his teeth at that idea. No one deserves to have you (besides him of course)! This disgusting boy who happens to be your partner needs to be reminded of his place.
Whilst your best friend is brewing in his growing anger, you think about the situation thoughtfully. He may be right, your lab partner may have a crush on you! He wouldn’t be the first to, but he’s quite unkempt. Idia doesn’t practice self care, and that’s a big ick to you, “Hmm, maybe. But, hopefully not! While he may be nice, he’s not my type.”
That catches Vil’s attention. You always say they’re ‘not your type,’ but you have yet to disclose what is!
“I see,” He joins you at his coffee table that you’re currently sitting at, daintily setting himself down on the seat next to you, “Now, be honest with me; what man- scratch that- boy is your type? I’ve grown curious about who you may fancy.”
You feel your face grow hot, eyes glued to your newly painted nails. You can’t possibly tell him about your crush on his guy best friend! That would be overstepping soooo many boundaries, so you need to think of someone other than Rook!
“It’s too embarrassing, I don’t want to say,” The slight tremor in your voice catches his attention right away. Who could you possibly be thinking about to make you so flustered?
“Oh, don’t be shy. I’m your best friend, you can tell me anything,” He drawls, grabbing your hands and inspecting your paint job. You did quite a good job, and he gives a small smirk of approval.
“Well… you have to promise to not be mad,” He raises a perfectly shaped eyebrow. Who could it possibly be?
“Darling, as long as you don’t say the name ‘Crowley,’ I promise I won’t be.”
That draws a giggle from your perfect lips, body shaking with laughter. That was certainly unexpected, but what else do you expect from your best friend? He’s quite hilarious when he’s comfortable with you.
“No, no! I’m not into men like that,” You stick your tongue out at him teasingly, “He’s way too old, he reminds me of a grandpa.”
He cracks a smile, his dark lipstick contrasting perfectly with his white teeth, “That’s fair, but no changing the subject. Now I’m even more curious as to who you like.”
You grumble for a few moments, before deciding to be honest, “Well, you know him, first and foremost. He’s blond,” Vil visibly perks up, “He’s funny, quite strange, and takes very good care of himself.”
You must be talking about him! Though, that strange comment hurts a little bit, he’s willing to look past it if it means he can have you, “I think I know who you’re talking about,” Vil states smugly, a practically dazzling smile on his perfect face, “I’m not mad at all about it, I’m actually quite happy. It must’ve taken a lot out of you to confess like this.”
Nodding, you give his hands a small squeeze, “I’m so happy you’re not mad! I was so worried you would be!”
“Not at all,” He releases one of your hands in favour of moving some stray hairs out of your face, “I’m so glad you feel the same.”
This causes your heart to practically explode in your chest! Rook feels the same?!
“Really? He feels the same way?” Instead of answering you, Vil presses a perfect kiss print against your cheek, surprising you, “Uhhhh, what?”
He smiles at you, eyes practically glimmering like the glitter on his eyelids, “Oh, how long I’ve waited for you to confess. I’ve liked you since the day you asked for blending techniques, fairest.”
Hold on- did Vil think that you like him?! And did he like you back?! Isn’t he gay?! And did he just admit that you’re the fairest of them all?! What the fuck is happening?!
You shrink back, gulping due to your nerves, “I-I think there’s been some confusion,” His smile noticeably becomes tight, eyes staring into you like a great white’s, “I like Rook… I like him a lot. I should’ve been more specific, I’m sorry. But, I’m also really confused right now.”
“What could you possibly be confused about?” The way he speaks through gritted teeth scares you, especially with how tight the grip on your hand has become. Is he trying to break your hand?
“Aren’t you, uhm,” You pause for a second, trying to come up with the right words, but find none, “Aren’t you gay? I-I thought you liked men this entire time!”
He stares at you for a long moment, before bursting out into uncharacteristically loud laughter. Vil can’t believe it- you thought he was gay? Oh dear, that sure complicated things, “Oh no, I’m most definitely not. Whilst it’s okay to be gay, I am not. I love women,” He leans in close, eyes shining in pure, unadulterated love, “And let there be no mistake; I love you.”
A nervous sweat breaks out on your skin, as you realise how many boundaries you’d inadvertently pushed, “Wait, hold on; does this mean that you’ve,” Your heart stutters in your chest, “You’ve watched me change and-“
“Yes, and I won’t apologise for doing so. You never asked, darling, so you can’t blame a man for watching the love of his life in the nude.”
This entire situation is too hard for you to handle, “I can’t believe it- you broke my trust! I-I did all of these things under the-“
“Ah, ah, ah, that’s not fair. You assumed that I was gay, if anything, I should be the one who’s offended,” His grip somehow becomes tighter, long, perfectly manicured nails digging into your skin, “And on top of that, it turns out you’re foolishly in love with my other best friend.”
The way his shadow suddenly looms over yours causes you to twitch in mild fear, his voice sounding icy like his stare, “I can’t help that I like him! And how could I not assume?! You never explicitly stated any interest in women, but you are always obsessed over other men’s looks! What was I supposed to think?”
“Tch, you’re lucky I love you, (First name). If I didn’t, I would post a smear campaign against you online, because of these allegations,” Oh, that was a thinly veiled threat. You’re so close to pissing yourself in fear, it’s not even funny.
“I-what- are you threatening me?”
“Not at all, I'm just stating my feelings on the matter,” He smirks, suddenly releasing your hand, in favour of inspecting the nail polish you’re currently using, “Now that that’s out of the way, I’ll finish your dominant hand for you. You know how much I hate sloppily done manicures.”
Your mouth is wide open, disbelief encasing your entire being, “What?! You-you can’t just-“
“Shh,” He silences you with ease, his shark eyes shining in barely concealed delight, “I can just do that, fairest. Who would believe you? Hmm? You’re just a pretty girl against a social media tycoon.”
Your lip wobbles at his softly spoken, but stabbing words. He’s right, you know he is, but it still doesn’t stop a sinking feeling from forming within your chest. You want to scream, cuss, spit, pull his perfectly done hair from his head… but you can’t. Even when he threatens you, you can’t help but think about the times he was a good friend. Before… all of this, which makes it hurt even more.
“So, you’re going to be a good girl, and let me finish your manicure. You know I hate it when a beauty regimen is half done,” Without waiting for your response, he carefully unscrews the royal purple nail polish with one hand, and begins to meticulously apply it to your perfectly filed nails.
-
You hate to say it, but the blond is amazing when it comes to anything beauty related.
It’d taken a very long (and tense on your part) hour for your nails to be ‘done,’ leaving Vil to bask in your, understandably, uncomfortable presence.
The need to leave continues to rise, but you’re unsure how to go about saying goodbye. Normally, you wouldn’t leave until Vil finished his nightly routine, the male gently shooing you under the guise of him needing his ‘beauty sleep.’
But, today it was completely different. It was only 6 in the evening, and you were ready to run as far away as you can from his expensive flat.
Maybe if you left and ghosted him, he’d leave you alone… that’s what you hope, anyway,
But who are you kidding? The blond would probably make a very public post about you being lovers or something, forcing you to come back into his clutches without the need for physical violence.
And, if that didn’t work, he’d send Rook to drag you back to him.
You’re so deep within your own thoughts, that you don’t notice the blond making dinner, much less finishing it, and plating the (healthy meal of choice). He sets the dish in front of you, expecting your usual praise. But, when he notices your glossy eyes staring off into nothing, he snaps his fingers, immediately gaining your attention.
“(Your name), darling, are you alright? If you continue to day dream, I can’t promise that your food will be fresh when you get to it,” He sets his own plate down at the seat beside you, gracefully sitting down, and placing a napkin on his lap.
You nod at him, eyes fixating on the food in front of you, “Yeah, I’m good. Just thinking.”
His sharp eyes are on you in an instant, watching as you fiddle with your utensils.
“What could you be thinking about in that cute brain of yours?” He (pushes your hair out of your face/pulls your chin in his direction) with two fingers, allowing you to view him with ease.
“I’m just… in shock. I didn’t realise that you’re not… you know-“
Sighing in slight annoyance, Vil stares at you with dull eyes, “When will you drop this?” His sharp words cause you to flinch, not expecting his slightly elevated volume, “I am not a gay man, I am straight. I will always love women romantically, I will never view men in that same regard,” He grabs your hand in a tight grip, “I am also helplessly infatuated with you, and there’s nothing you can do to make me feel otherwise. Now, do you feel assured of my true feelings? I promise that I am not toying with you, and I genuinely want to pursue a relationship with you.”
You try to pull your hand away, but his grip remains strong. The intensity of his stare is enough to make you avert your eyes, “That's the problem; I don’t want a relationship with you. I no longer trust you-“
He releases your hand, in favour of gripping at your thigh. Vil’s nails dig into your flesh and muscle, causing you to yelp in mild pain, your own hand grabbing at his to try to ease his grip, “Eat. Your. Food. I don’t want to hear the hurtful things you’re about to say.”
When you don’t immediately begin to eat, he gives another squeeze. Glaring, you shove his hand off of you, causing him to scratch your smooth skin, but you don’t care, “I’m not hungry! I want to go home-“
Vil stands up suddenly, scaring you. He marches to the fridge, forcing it open, and grabbing a large cup filled with a pink smoothie. Slamming the icebox closed, he rushes at you, face unreadable but eyes flashing with anger. Placing the smoothie in front of you, he crossed his arms, looking at you expectantly.
“Fine, if you’re not hungry, at least drink this smoothie. It’s filled with vitamins and minerals, along with a potion to make your skin clear and glowy.”
You look at him, before looking back at the smoothie, “I don’t want it. I just told you; I want to go home. Hell, maybe I’ll go see Rook-“
“You will do no such thing,” He hisses, pushing the drink closer to you, “Drink the smoothie, or else I’ll do something you won’t like.”
You swallow harshly, eyeing the drink. With a shaky hand, you grab the cold glass, before taking a large sip. It’s so sugary, reminding you of the pastries Trey makes. You can’t help but gag at the overabundance of sweetness, setting the glass down on the countertop, and pushing it away from yourself.
“Great Seven! What did you put in this?” Coughing, you try to clear your throat, eyes watering.
“Don’t be dramatic- the smoothie is good for you. Drink it all, or else I won’t let you leave.”
“You can’t keep me here, that’s unlawful imprisonment-“
“Shh, just drink,” Without warning, he picks up the smoothie, and practically pours it down your gullet. Liquid splashes down your face, as you try, and fail, to swallow all of its contents.
You’re somehow able to gulp down the majority of it, causing Vil to let up, effectively letting you breathe. You cough and splutter, leaning over the counter to try to catch your breath.
“What the fuck, Vil?! I could’ve choked!” You wipe at your mouth and chin, taking in the soiled front of your cute blouse. The pink is sure to stain ://
He says nothing, just staring down at you, as if he’s waiting for something.
“Why’re you looking at me like that?! Say something!” He grins at you, showing all of his teeth, causing a feeling of dread to settle deep within your bones, “Did-did you poison me? Oh God, am I going to die?”
Your body suddenly becomes hot, causing tears to head your eyes in fear. This is how you’re going to die!
Sobs wrack your body, as Vil all but drags you to your feet, and begins to bring you to his bedroom. Is he going to dismember your body in his en-suite bathroom? Oh no! Oh no!
Pushing you into his bathroom, he begins to unbutton your blouse, nimble fingers exposing your perfect, bra-clad chest. You try to shove at his hands, but your limbs feel like they’re made of lead. Even standing is a chore, causing you to stumble, falling into Vil’s surprisingly sturdy chest.
He clicks his tongue at your actions, but says nothing, making the experience all the more terrifying. He’s almost never quiet, which means he’s probably up to something.
“What’re you- what’re you doing? Why’re you undressing me? Are you going to cut me up?” Your teary eyed look makes his cock throb, you’re just so adorable when you’re reliant upon him.
“Not at all, I’m simply making it easier for us when you reach the next stage.”
Fat tears drip down your face and your lip trembles, “Next stage?”
He nods, the smirk on his face is domineering, crazed, even, “Yes, fairest. I know you don’t believe me when I say I’m… infatuated with you, and what better way to show you, than claiming your pretty pussy?”
You blanche, body heating up more than before, heart beating almost out of your chest. You don’t want him to, but it seems your body is thinking to you, “What did you do? What was in that?”
He loves that pleading tone, loves your pitiful reaction, and especially loves the way you tremble against him. Oh, how long he’s waited for this moment!
“Shh, don’t worry about that. All that matters is that you’ll feel good. Master will make sure of it.”
Sudden cramping in your abdomen causes you to slump into Vil bonelessly, a small cry leaving your lips. His lithe fingers dance against your hot skin, relishing the way you’re being broken down by the aphrodisiac.
You once again try to shove at him, but to no avail. You practically sink to your knees in pain, Vil loosely holding your arms as you rest your head against his hip. He’s so tall compared to you, so the only way to rest against him was quite inappropriate.
“Awe, are you alright, darling? Tell your Master what the problem is.”
A small sob is all he receives in response, causing a chilling laugh to resound around the room.
“Poor dear. Here, I’ll help you out of these pesky clothes,” Pulling you up to your feet, Vil begins to undress you. He pulls your top completely off of you, before all but ripping off your trousers. You’re left only in your bra and panties, which you try, and fail, to cover with your hands. The blond coos are your cute display, before he yanks your bra off of your chest, and shucks your panties down your legs. Slick immediately drips down your thighs, now that your panties are no longer holding it in. He used two fingers to swipe at your sensitive pussy, causing you to whine as you soak his hand in your fluids, “Does your cunny feel empty, fairest? Do you need your Master to fill you up?”
“No! Don’t- don’t touch me there! I don’t want you; I want Rook!”
Vil practically growls at your words, a sudden and mannish feeling of wrath overcoming him, as he grips your jaw in one hand, squishing your cheeks painfully, and digging his nails into your pretty skin. You whimper, as he starts to drag you to his perfectly made bed.
“Don’t say that name is my presence ever again, (Your name), I don’t have the patience for your rebellious behaviour. I am the only man who deserves you, and I won’t let him or your incorrect ideals about my sexuality get in the way of that.”
He shoves you on the bed face first, forcing your ass up into the air, your legs folded underneath you. Vil grabs a pillow from the head of the bed, shoving it under your stomach, making your back arch more than before. He shrugs his expensive robe off of his shoulders, gracefully tossing it onto the bench at the foot of his bed.
You writhe on the mattress, trying to move out of the position he forced you into, only for a harsh grip around your waist to still your movements. Your tears drip onto the silk duvet, as you sob out in both pain and betrayal, “Stop this insolence, darling. I won’t hurt a single hair on your pretty head, as long as you sit still and look pretty for me.”
He smoothes a hand over your perky ass, relishing the feeling on his soft hand. He’s waited so, so long for you to fall into his clutches, and now he doesn’t ever want to let you go.
Moving his gaze down to your dripping cunny, he can’t help but shove two manicured fingers into you. A loud keen echoes throughout the room, causing his cock to jump in his perfectly pressed trousers. Yeah, he should’ve done this the moment he realised his feelings for you.
He scissors his fingers in and out of you at a steady pace, his thumb rubbing small circles over your throbbing clit. You can’t control your moans, as the pads of his fingers massage your g-spot with vigour. Your fluids drip down his hand, coating his dress shirt’s sleeve in your slick, but he can’t find it within himself to care.
You’re so out of it, that you begin to ride his fingers, ass bouncing with every rut against his pretty hand. You ground yourself against his finger tips, loving how he plays with your enlarged g-spot, wanting nothing more than to cream all over him. If he’s this good with his hands, your drugged mind can only imagine what he can do with his cock.
Vil’s in complete awe, relishing the way you’re seemingly giving into him. He should’ve given you an aphrodisiac a long time ago.
He so desperately wanted to see your face, knowing that a pretty princess like you would be drooling at his fingering skills.
You teeter so close to the edge, pussy clamping down on his nimble fingers. Your moans and cries grow louder, as he constantly abuses your g-spot, causing your legs to shake and your eyes to roll to the back of your head. Yet, before you can squirt all over him, he pulls back, delivering a harsh smack to your plush ass, “I didn’t say you could cum, fairest. Only good girls are allowed to, and since you didn’t ask, I don’t think that applies to you,”
Sobbing, you grip the sheets below you, “Please, Vil! I need it! I need to cum so bad!”
He laughs at your pitiful display, before unbuttoning his dress trousers and pulling out his cock. He’s long and thin, tip flushed a pastel pink. Pre-cum practically drips from his tip, leaving small drops on both his trousers and sheets. He’s not too worried about it, though, you’ll either lick it up later or a maid will clean it.
“Hmm, I suppose I can allow it. But,” he spreads your pussy open with two fingers, taking in the perfect sight of your puffy, dripping hole, “You can only cum on my cock.”
When you don’t immediately respond, he pinches your clit between his thumb and forefinger, causing your body to jolt, a scream tumbling from your lips before you can stop it.
“You will respond when I ask you a question, (Your name). Never ignore your Master,” You nod your head rapidly, more tears dripping down your face.
“Yes, yes, I’m sorry! Please stop,” He releases you, lightly patting you on the pussy, before lining his cockhead up to your prepaired cunny.
“Good, darling. Now, let me show you what you do to me,” Without another word, he shoves his prick inside of you, bumping into your cervix harshly. What he didn’t have in girth, he made up for in length. Vil’s eyes practically roll to the back of his head, mouth open, face screwed up in an abnormally imperfect expression, “Fuck,” He swears, which he almost never does, “I knew your pussy would be perfect for me.”
He bucks into you ungracefully, which would have surprised you, if you weren’t so drugged up. You moan and cry, both loving and hating what he’s doing to your body. Your pussy creams around his cock, coating his cock in a milky white sheen, which the blond male looks at in awe. Using the two fingers that’s holding your cunny open, he releases one part in favour of lightly rubbing your engorged clit.
Gasping at how you grip down on him, he begins to slam into you at a decent pace. His thrusts lightly rock your body, your face still smooshed into his bed spread. His pretty moans intermingle with yours, as he continues to assault your clit and fuck into you.
Your juices drip down your thighs and onto his bedspread, cream and slick mixing together for a sinful concoction. Your g-Spot is so enlarged from the drug, that every drag of his cock has you practically convulsing.
“Vil! Vil!” He gives a breathy laugh at your sweet keening, pressing down a little harder on your pretty clit.
“Yes, fairest?” He acts coy, pretending to not understand why you’re calling out for him.
“It’s-it’s too much! I’m gonna- I’m gonna cum! Please let me cum!” Your foggy mind barely recalls his previous orders, filling the blond with pride.
“Since you asked so nicely,” He leans in close to you, the soft fabric of his blouse feeling wonderful against your heated skin, “Go ahead, darling. Cum all over your Master’s cock.”
Your body squeezes down on him harsher than before, practically milking him for everything he has. He lets out an unusually mannish grunt, spilling his seed deep inside of you, as you squirt around him. Both of your releases drip down the both of you; your bare thighs covered in delicious cream, whilst Vil’s designer trousers are completely soiled. Yet, Vil wouldn’t have it any other way.
“What a perfect darling,” He releases your pussy, in favour of wrapping an arm around your bare chest, and flipping you onto your back. Your (hair is a complete mess/drool is leaking out of your mouth), makeup completely smeared all over your face. Though Vil is always one for perfection, he can’t help but think you look better this way, “You did so well for me, (Your name). So well, in fact, I believe you deserve another release.”
You whimper, body completely boneless underneath him, “Please, please, I need you so bad. I feel so empty, Vil,” Your eyes are still teary, lips still trembling. It causes his cock to twitch.
He places a kiss to your lips, his lipstick transferring onto you very noticeably, “Call me by the correct name, fairest, and I’ll make sure you can’t move tomorrow.”
You gulp, mind screaming at you to hold your ground, but you fall victim to the drug burrowing inside of you, “Please, Master, I need you.”
With a smug grin, Vil forces your thighs open, lining his now erect cock with your cum filled pussy, “I’ll do so, with great pleasure.”
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#twst x reader#twisted wonderland x reader#vil x reader#vil shoenheit x reader#yandere vil x reader#yandere vil schoenheit
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twst x pokemon au
"will you marry me?"
cakes pomefiore has given to yuu + cakes yuu has given to pomefiore
vil schoenheit
prince charming's kiss
the reversed cinderella tale + art
and while you sleep, i'll be scared
crowley find a way back home, stays in twst
chapter 6 art. u know the scene
breaking up/yuu moving on
vil with a shitposter partner
new voicemail
why not me?
ingame voicelines
housewardens try to woo you but the first-year rizz is unmatched
the beauty and the shrimp art
housewardens forget that they are your boyfriend when they are drunk
a crown on your head and finger
lip gloss
devotion ft rookvil, yandere
hold my hand
courting, pining, or flirting
ugly crier
you fall asleep in class
what if you were friends with neige during vdc
when vil doesn't play the villain
the key to my heart
i've become the villain's lover!
kiss me more
vil x mc dynamic lol
he's a ten, but he...
you make them plushies
who does the prefect like?
a beautiful heartbreak - I, II, III, ...
of makeup and subtlety
"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"
long live
ugly love
someone new catches their s/o's attention
+ @ / shiny-jr's soft yan vil +
relationship exposed, yandere
issues with dating a celebrity, yandere
lipstick marks, yandere
paparazzi darling?, yandere
jessica rabbit vil with detective darling, yandere - I, II
"i need you more than i need air to breathe", yandere
soft yan vil alphabet, yandere
general soft yan vil headcanons?, yandere
vil finally getting his kiss :3, yandere
darling goes home - 4 ways it might play out, yandere
interrupted confessions + some extra for (x), yandere
+ nsfw +
corruption kink, nfsw
gimme all your love! 3rd years x thicc!reader, nsfw
+++
incorrect quotes - I, II(?), III, IV, V, VI, VII
rook hunt
the reversed cinderella tale + art
why not me?
devotion ft rookvil, yandere
the princess treatment
courting, pining, or flirting?
the key to my heart
"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"
+ nsfw +
gimme all your love! 3rd years x thicc!reader, nsfw
epel felmier
the reversed cinderella tale + art
why not me?
courting, pining, or flirting?
"don't you know it's bad luck to see your bride before your wedding?"
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Roseapov Reblog (Reblogs)
Colour Guide:
Black - Games, movies, fandoms etc.
Pink - irl reblogs
Crowley is Levan Theory
Yan!Vil x Reader x Yan!Rook
Rollo Flamme x Reader with bits of Malleus x Reader
Genshin Man Isekai'd into the creators world
Bye bye bugs
Riddle and Vil bonding art
Fragaria memories meme (Hallritt and Hello Kitty)
Malleus x Yuu x Ace comedy
Sad Idia comic
HSR chars as vampires
Halloween ghosts decoration
Halloween ghosts decoration
Malleus calling Yuu by their name and not Child of man
Argentiiiiii
Fic based on my Twst Self Aware <3
Cheka and Leona wallpaper
Rosebush Sneak-peek
Fragaria Memories Red Bouquet
Yuu snaps and bullies OB gang (most of them) and they like it
Lilia cooking meme
How to win the heart of Vil Shoenheit
Masterpiece
How to not kill your computer
Invite quality guide Twst
Rosebush 001 Twst, Riddle Rosehearts
Vitamins cheat sheet
How you mince my heart, Vil Shoenheit
Twst inhuman traits
Moose
Vampire Epel fic
Alhaitham and Kaveh in somewhat Fontaine clothes
Shrimp, Jade x Yuu
Great Seven avenue backgrounds
WIP Heartslabyul reincarnation, Riddle Rosehearts
Chosing who to write for
Morning people vs night people
Leona Playful land art
Jack Playful land art
Epel Masquerade art
BAT ATTACK!!
Rook x reader, Royal AU
OT3 Playful Land Scenarios (Lilia, Reader, Knight of Dawn)
Genshin 4 archons
Loved by a fae
Rosebush additional chapter
Dearest mother additional chapter
OB Vil design art
Malleus and Lilia stickers
Learn French Twst Rook and Epel meme
Pomefiore arts
Rook meme
TWST MAFIA AU!!!
Twst art that reminds me of mafia au
Dorm Uniform Malleus Card Analysis
Writer!Yuu and yandere
Cater personality problems
Crowley sets up Overblots theory
Dearest mother additional chapter
Dearest mother / Rosebush art
Lilia's revenge on Rollo
Playful land big bro behaviour
Vampire memes
Eggleus and Lilia meme
Genshin sagau
Jade, 'Do be gentle with me' line
Love Potion Leona x reader
Honest Fellow meme
Malleus and Grim superduo
Lilia and Baby Silver headcanon
Trey dad, Vil mama
Jade / Floyd and their S/O headcanon
Jing Yuan
The Great 7 AU Masterlist
Always second 001 Twst Leona Kingscholar
Malleus x Reader, The promises we made
The ghost groom
Azul Octopus headcanon
Sebek heart locket comics
Perfect harmony meme
Vil's deep character analysis
Rollo Flamme memes
Silver and Parent Lilia, killing them will take like 5 minutes
Malleus 3rd spell lines
Vil Playful Land
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My Queen’s Command
BIRTHDAY REQUEST
Yan!S!Vil x Yan!M!Fem!Reader
Word Count: 2.7k+
Art is by MAKA on Pixiv!
I apologize severely to my sweetest @raven-tales ! This is a late birthday gift with some Vil lovin'! I did mark reader as a Yandere, but... She's more just super obsessed in this versus Vil who is... You'll see... Please forgive me for such a long wait, and I hope you had a Hellishly Happy Birthday!
SUMMARY:
It was pathetic, sickening even… How desperate you were for Vil to give you the smallest sliver of attention. You even went as far as to dig in the garbage for failed tests to beg him to tutor you. And tutor you he did.
Tags: Reader is an M/Also She's Super Pathetic/But In A Yandere Way/Slight Choking/The D in Devil is For Dark Content
“Speak.”
The voice was powerful, elegant, and always placed you beneath its spell. You stood in the doorway to Vil’s bedroom, gripping tightly to a small stack of papers with a pale purple coat of paint on your fingernails. Dressed in the smallest, pleated denim skirt you owned, the thinnest white blouse with puffy mesh sleeves you owned, the fluffiest pair of white bunny slippers you owned, and the tiniest pair of silk purple panties you owned, you prepared to enact your desperate plan for Vil to spare you a single glance.
In your hands were old tests you had stolen from the trash after classes had ended for the day. But the man sitting at his large and extravagant vanity had no idea. By erasing the names on top to replace them with your own, he had no reason to look over it further. After all, the tests in your hands were all flunked. Large red marker ink circled numbers below forty percent, some of the grades didn’t even make it into the double digits. “Um-“ A pale, perfectly manicured finger was lifted. Instructing you to stop speaking before you had the chance to even start. “Come in. Close the door.” He commanded again, not even honoring your existence with his sharp amethyst gaze. His blond hair was wrapped up in a braided bun as he looked himself over in the large mirror. Seeking out imperfections that no one else could see but him.
You did as he asked. Obedient as always to please him in any way possible. People always referred to Rook as obsessive, but you were far worse.
You had come to this world from your own, and once your presence was graced with that of Vil Schoenheit... You had changed. You abandoned Ramshackle and its inhabitants, pleading and begging to be transferred to Pomefiore without Grim tagging along. You changed the way you dressed based on the fashion magazines you found when raiding his room. You begged Crowley to adjust your schedule so you could attend all of the classes Vil took. You memorized his daily routine, his lifestyle, his habits. You knew everything about him. He knew this. And he was absolutely ecstatic to see your dedication to your queen. No matter how poorly he treated you, you were like putty in his beautiful hands. It amused him how desperate for his attention you were. He enabled your pathetic behaviors, and you always crawled back for more.
From an outside perspective, you were like a filthy stray who followed him around in hopes of being pet. And when Vil was in the mood? You were given what you craved.
“You’re disturbing me. What is it that you need that requires you to come to me directly? Is Rook not in the dorm?” He demanded an answer, sounding agitated by your mere existence. You were swift to give the answer he needed as you looked down at the flooring tiles. You could feel your inner thighs becoming wet from excitement. “Rook is watching Leona right now. And since he’s not here… I was hoping you could tell me where I went wrong on these papers? I guess… I failed.” You struggled to remain calm, your heart was throbbing as things continued going according to plan. You knew where Rook was because you had orchestrated this entire situation. You informed Rook of Leona’s location, knowing he would head there immediately to admire the royal beast.
You needed him out of your way for a while. He was too close to Vil too often for your liking.
Vil glanced at you through the glass of his vanity mirror. His expression was stone, and he didn’t look at you longer than two seconds. But anything from the Housewarden was enough. “Kneel.” He commanded and slowly stood from his fluffy stool. You sank quickly to your knees and fought back your overjoyed smile. He sauntered up to you slowly and you could feel your face becoming hot, your heart threatening to explode in your ribcage. His apple red heels clicked against the floor, and he sighed in annoyance with his arms crossed over his firm chest. A white silk shirt, black dress pants… Even the plainest of clothes looked amazing on him. You kept your eyes lowered to the floor as he stopped in front of you. The tips of his rounded heels only inches away from your knees. He tapped his heel against the floor impatiently as you raised your arms to show him the failed scores.
You swallowed excitedly as he took them carefully, shuffling through the papers with a disappointed hum. “Honestly… Trying to fool me like this? Are you testing my intellect? Or was this an honest attempt to get a rise out of me? Perhaps you’re looking into comedy?” He asked teasingly as the papers went fluttering carelessly into the air. Vil didn’t buy it. You had a feeling he wouldn’t. But no one can say you weren’t creative for trying. “What is this about? Wasting my time with this prank?” He asked, demanding another answer as you nervously looked up at him. Your eyes met his, and his gaze was far more lustful than you expected.
But that was the relationship you both had built the longer you followed him day-in and day-out. The humiliator and the humiliated. And neither of you would prefer to have it any other way.
Before you could speak, his heeled foot pressed into your chest. Rough and hard. You were now pinned to the bedroom door with a ‘thud’ that knocked the air from your lungs. “I asked for an answer, I didn’t say you could look at me.” He snapped, even more agitated by your behavior as a smirk appeared on his face. Your cheeks burned as you looked down at the shiny red heel digging into the center of your chest cavity. Your reflection revealed your pathetic expression and the smile spreading across your burning face. “I wanted to see you… I haven’t been in your room since last month.” You admitted sheepishly as he pushed harder into your chest. Like you were an insect he was trying to crush. “So, instead of being honest about what you want… You dug in the trash like some heathen and brought me random test papers? Thinking you could fool me into believing you're this idiotic to score a seven percent in Magic Pharmacology? Someone, rescue me from second-hand embarrassment.” He scoffed with a laugh following.
You made him laugh, he thought your idea was laughable. “This was your most pathetic attempt yet. I’ll give you a three out of five for trying. The two points are docked simply because you assumed I would be dumb enough to believe the class I am best in, you’ve failed.” Vil’s voice smoothed out as he pulled his heel from your chest. “I suppose I have time for you since Rook is busy.” The Vil Schoenheit had time for you today. And you couldn’t be more grateful. “Hands and knees, and follow me.” Vil instructed gently as you quickly got to your hands and knees. “What do you say?” He asked as you looked down at the test paper in front of you. A small face was drawn in the corner beside a heart and a small cartoon crab holding a basketball.
It represented someone who’s name you couldn’t be bothered to remember before erasing. “Thank you Vil for paying attention to me. I’m very grateful!” You barked with your eyes now watching his red heels. The blond chuckled in amusement as he walked slowly around the room. He looked back to watch you crawl after him on your hands and knees. The Housewarden could only compare you to a lowly animal in heat. Your skin scraping against the carpet and the floor as he hummed with his arms crossed. “Such a good pet you are. Do you like following me around like this? Do you like when I give you attention?” He asked and you nodded vigorously, your panties growing wet and soaked with arousal the longer you followed after him. Wishing that he would speak to you more. To give you more and more of his attention. “I love following you! I love when you pay attention to me!” You chirped, nearing a state of breathless excitement as he sat on the edge of his expensive chaise longue. His legs were spread as you awaited the next set of instructions. “Is that the skirt from one of my magazines?” Vil asked and you nodded, feeling your chest flutter knowing he remembered. “It fits wonderfully on you.” He complimented as you squeezed your thighs tightly together. Attention and praise? You must’ve seriously amused him with your idea.
“I’ll allow you to ride me today. Don’t bother undressing, once we’re finished, you are excused. Do you understand me?” Vil watched your face grow redder and redder in shade as you nodded happily. “Yes Vil, thank you Vil.” He was so kind and thoughtful towards you. Maybe he would cum inside this time if you asked? You wouldn’t mind walking back to your room with his cum deep inside of you, keeping you warm and filled with a reminder that he still cared for your existence in his tight knit orbit. “Stand.” The blond commanded and you were swift to respond. You looked down at him patiently with your hands curled into fists at your side. You couldn’t keep your thighs from rubbing together, your body was starved for affection. Vil’s affection.
You could see how hard he was, how much the both of you really wanted one another. With his hands tugging you closer with his hips and your hands relaxing against his shoulders, you felt truly rewarded with the skin on skin contact. Your bunny slippers dangled from your feet as you sat in his lap, your knees dug into the expensive velvet of the imported chair. Shyly looking up at Vil, you unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. You were trained well, no need to look down for this part. One of Vil’s hands left your hip to relax around your throat once you pulled his member free and began slowly stroking him. “Who do you love the most? Speak.” He instructed as you refused to break your gaze from his. He was finally looking into your eyes. “I love Vil Schoenheit the most.” You whispered honestly as he tilted his head, his eyes shifting as he accepted your response. The purple in his eyes seemed to darken as he asked you another question. “And your friends?” He spoke softly, curiously, as always he was demanding an answer as you blinked in surprise. “What friends?” You asked with honesty, curious as to what he meant. What answer were you supposed to give? You didn’t have friends. No one ever stood out to you enough to care about. None of them were Vil.
His hand squeezed your neck experimentally as he smiled. “That’s right. ‘What friends?’ is the answer.” Vil cooed happily as you felt your lungs grow tight from the new restriction to your airflow. You loved it. “You have no one but me. No one will ever love you more than me. Isn’t that right?” He whispered your name as if it was the name of his favorite candy. You nodded, carefully bobbing your head as your hands stroked his throbbing cock with a slowed rhythm. “Good. Very good. Now, up on your knees. You may ride me until I cum. When I’m finished,” Vil’s grip tightened suddenly. The lack of air led to blood rushing to your brain as his lips grazed yours. “get out of my sight. And I don’t want to see you for the rest of the week. A little punishment for your stunt today.” His voice was graveled as your heart stuttered in your chest. You won’t be allowed to show your face around him for a few days… But after that you could admire him once again.
He was so fair when it came to discipline.
You pressed your knees into the expensive chair, tugging your panties to the side as your thighs trembled. His hand relaxed around your throat as he looked up at you, watching your face twist with struggle as you rubbed the mushroom shaped tip of his cock against your hardened clit. He didn’t say you couldn’t. And the way his hips jerked upwards told you the feeling wasn’t unwelcomed. As you rested your hands on his shoulders, you slowly sank down on his length. Your expression twisted with pain from the intrusion and you gasped from the fullness you felt. Without any real preparation, it was a painful struggle you forced yourself to endure. All for the sake of feeling Vil inside of you. For pleasing him. For pleasing yourself. You held back the sounds that threatened to escape your lips as his member throbbed and pulsed deep inside of you. The rounded tip bumping into a soft and spongy bundle of nerves that he hit each time you had sex. Even after a month of no attention, he was always a perfect fit for your body. Your walls constricted and convulsed around his cock as you shook from the stretching. You couldn’t move, your body was already too sensitive.
“What are you waiting for? Do you need me to give you instructions for everything?” Vil asked as he grew annoyed from your lack of action. “If I needed a cockwarmer, I would’ve said that. What did I tell you to do?” He asked and you struggled to form a sentence. You felt like you might cum already. “You… You said…” You trailed off, a whine slipping out of your mouth as he rolled his hips into yours, rough and quick as his hand on your hip tightened. “Clearly you are useless without my guidance. This is why you cannot live without me. You would die on your own. Am I wrong?” Vil snapped as your fingers clutched the fabric of his shirt tightly. Your brain turned off as you struggled to answer. Nothing coherent came up anyway.
His hands left you for a moment before he hugged you against his body. His hold so crushing you were forced to sob and moan against the sensitive skin of his ear as he snapped his hips up into yours. The wet smacks and lewd sounds of your pussy sucking him deeper and deeper inside of you made you cry out with pleasure. Vil was giving you the attention you wanted. The attention you worked hard to earn. When the crown of his cock smacked into your cervix a choked sound left your throat as you shook your head and thrashed. If he hits it again you would cum. And you knew he wouldn’t stop until he came next. “Is that how you thank me, whore? Apologize and I’ll spare you.” He growled as his thrusts stopped. You let out a weak string of apologies for him to allow you to hang on a little longer. For the sex to last longer. To feel him against your body longer.
“Pathetic. You can do better.” He whispered and rammed his hips into yours. Your cervix was hit again as tears spilled down your cheeks from the pain you loved. Vil did it again. And again. And again. You gushed around him, crying out and whimpering for him to ‘stop’ and ‘slow down’ but you never used the safe-word. Because you loved the painful feeling of overstimulation. How he used your body to feel good, how he moaned and grunted in your ear from the pleasure your body gave him. The rhythm Vil held soon grew erratic and with a familiar hiss, he slowed to a stop as your pussy was filled with thick cum. Hot, sticky, and messy, the semen trickled out of you as you fell limp against Vil’s chest. He held you tightly to keep you from falling over with a soft sigh.“Next time… Just see me when Rook isn’t busy. You’re ridiculous.” He scoffed in your ear as you smiled.
Coming up with excuses was way more fun.
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Masterlist
Twisted Wonderland
One Shot Series: Confessions
(Series summary: The students of NRC confess their love to you)
Rook Hunt
Kalim Al-Asim
Idia Shroud
Floyd Leech
Vil Schoenheit
Silver
Leona Kingscholar
Trey Clover
Additional Fics and One Shots
NRC Staff Story: Food Thief
The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 1)
The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 2)
The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part 3)
The Gingerbread Gauntlet (part4/END)
Short Scenes (word count under 800)
TWST Voice Line Scenes Masterlist
Summer Rain in the Forest (feat. Lilia, child Silver)
A Memory: Mozus Trein
A Kiss: Vil Schoenheit
A Dance: Jamil Viper
An Echo: Divus Crewel
A Breath: Azul Ashengrotto
Deleted scene from Idia's Confession
First Years Prank Wars (feat. Ace, Deuce, Epel, Sebek)
Headcanons
TWST Staff Unique Magic
TWST Frog Housewardens
Mementos: Pomefiore
Mementos: Heartslabyul
Mementos: Octavinelle
Original Characters
TWST Staff OC intro: Hui-Yan, Iomhar Dubhghall
TWST Staff OC intro: Ingrid Oster, Edric Rohdri
Rumors: Ingrid Oster, Edric Rohdri (feat. Ace, Deuce, Grim)
Answered Requests
Game night with the first years
HC: Reader likes random NPC not Malleus, Deuce, Azul, Leona, Ruggie, or Jack
Game night with the first years: part 2
Silver x f!reader: Meeting the family
A congratulations kiss for spelldrive/track club boys
Cater x gn!reader: Insecurities about monolid eyes
Events
100 Follower Event (closed)
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Venenum
A/N: Yeah this is inspired by the Castlevania anime LOL It may only be September but it’s Halloween vibes time babeyyyy
Yan! Vil Schoenheit x Reader
CW/TW: Domestic Abuse & Violence, Graphic descriptions of gore/blood, nudity, cursing
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When someone threw open the heavy stone doors of his castle, Vil was fully ready to strike them down for interrupting his skincare routine session.
Well, it wouldn’t be him, but he would’ve sent Rook or Epel to have the idiotic soul escorted out, permanently. But he isn’t sure whether he should be offended or amazed at the fact you march right up to him without blinking an eye at his stunning looks. No, you had the gall to grab his shoulders and look him straight on and ask–no, demand—his help.
He’s had many mortals come to his looming castle to grovel for things. His alchemy and magic skills are rivaled to none in Shaftlands. But throughout all his millennia years of living, no human had the audacity like you.
“You’re the King of Poisons, right? Can you make me a potion?”
And yet, he didn’t leave you drained of blood, your body ran through with a pike on his walls as an example to any intruders. He could’ve. He should’ve, for all the insolence you’ve shown him. But something in him decided to haughtily scoff and shake off your hands and walk back to his vanity, with you trailing after him screeching like an overgrown parrot. It’s only when he whirls around and squeezes your cheeks with an admonishing scowl that you finally shut up.
“Look here, spudling, we are getting one thing straight.” You make an indignant muffled noise in response, but he ignores you. “I will help you, but you are the one making this potion.”
So began the long days of teaching you. There were several nights that made him think about going back on his word. Sometimes, when you end up squandering the few roots left in his supply or shattering his precious glass beakers, he thinks about just giving into his common sense and devouring you as his next meal. But he’s Vil Schoenheit, and there was never anyone he couldn’t transform into the perfect ideal version of themselves. So he keeps helping you pore over large grimoires with inky diagrams and descriptions and stir in dubious ingredients in the large cauldron.
He doesn’t know when and how, but something changed the way he looked at you. You were sometimes slow, but you were not stupid, and your intuition was brighter than any mortal he’s encountered before. And though even Epel had scowled at the way he overbearingly nagged him, you take his criticisms in stride and proactively ask him for his feedback. Usually he hates earnest personalities, but for you, it’s strangely fitting. It came to the point where even Rook would tease him for treating you so sweetly for a ‘lowly mortal’. (Rook was then ordered to hunt several hundred birds in punishment.)
He didn’t think to ask why exactly you needed this specific potion until one dark night you stumbled in with bruises and glassy eyes. For once, he can’t find it in himself to scold you for your unkempt appearance, only taking your shaking body to his room and telling Epel to draw a warm bath. You don’t even protest or voice anything as he undresses you, slitted pupils only dilating at the splotches of bruises and whip marks littering your whole body. But what really, really, truly turns his vision red, is the old scars and faded bruises that are side by side with the new ones.
He gently lowers your battered body into the warm water, filled with mugwort and other herbs to help with the pain, and there’s only silence in the large echoey bath chambers. His mind is racing as he softly wipes away the dirt irritating the wounds: who would do such a thing? Another question comes to replace it before he can help it.
Which bastard does he need to send to hell?
When you are finally wrapped in one of his softest bathrobe and given a hot cup of chamomile tea, Vil finally decides to break the silence.
“Spudling–”
“Please, Vil…” He’s instantly hushed by your cracked voice. “Just…don’t ask. I…I can’t tell you. I’m sorry.”
He purses his lips, his dead heart finally churning with conflict and anxiety. No potion work is done that night, but you don’t know that after Vil tucks you into bed, he walks out and summons Rook to his side immediately.
“You know what to do.”
“At your command, my King.”
Vil has Epel preside over you while he goes and decides to actually take a look at the potion you were making.
Lead, arsenic, belladonna. These came together to make the most poisonous brew, but something confused him. Why is it that the potion was diluted? And you made barely enough for three doses? This amount wasn’t even enough to kill a fully grown mortal man.
When Rook appears by his side at the cauldron with his usual smirk and bow, Vil only snaps at him to report right away. His nerves have become so frayed in worry that even his right hand man only raises an eyebrow before continuing.
How did he not see it? He wonders to himself, as he gazes at the crude iron ring donning your ring finger. The jewelry, if he can even call the embarrassingly sham that is barely the shape of a ring, lumpen metal clobbered together hastily. The metal was already beginning to rust, leaving chafe marks upon your raw skin.
It tortures him to do so, but he lets you leave in the morning, murmuring your apologies and thanks as you draw in the rough straw cloak around you. As mighty as he is, he is still weak under the harsh sunlight, and he would rather unleash his plan when he is at full strength under the cold moonlight. You don’t see how his eyes darken as your figure walks toward the town center.
You had the potions you needed to make your escape. No more will you suffer under your spouse’s hot anger and fists. After this, you’ll be able to free yourselves from the shackles of marriage that you once willingly put on.
Everything shatters however, once your spouse finds the very bottles for your plans.
“You think you can just leave me?!” You scream in agony as a heavy boot stomps on your leg, and you feel your femur shatter under the weight. “After everything we went through, you think you can just go off and whore yourself out?!”
“Damn you! I’ll kill you! That’ll teach you not to mess with me!!” Sharp glass bits embed in your clenched palm and you close your eyes and brace yourself to the inevitable.
“That’s quite enough.”
The familiar voice has you lurching your head up despite the resistance on your neck. “Vil!...” You can only choke out in relief as the tall vampire kicks back your partner with a disgusted scrunch of his face.
“Vil, thank you so–” Vil’s eyes freeze you in place as something cold runs down your spine. You’re not the target of his wrath, but even then, it’s scary to see his eyes blank and devoid of any emotion.
You can only watch in terror as he slams your spouse against the wall without breaking a sweat, choking him in place.
“Your blood isn’t even worth drinking, dirty pig.” What was he…oh Great Seven no—!!!
The choked scream gets caught in your throat as your spouse’s head quite literally explodes, flinging bits and pieces of his flesh everywhere. You can only flail back as Vil tosses his mutilated body aside, more fresh blood spurting from his cracked open neck and staining the wooden floorboards below.
Vil only clicks his tongue in annoyance. “I can’t believe my robes are now dirtied from that scum.” When he turns to you, his displeased look only deepens at the way you stare emptily at your spouse–nay, your ex-spouse’s– corpse.
He picks your still form up easily, and maybe it’s the scent and the feeling of blood on your skin, but you finally thrash to life, begging him to put you down, to let you go, and he only scoffs at your impertinent attitude making a comeback.
“Dear, I do hate getting dirty. So be a good darling and stay still.” HIs words alone, even if not imbued with curse power, is enough to get you to flinch back and obey. He can only sigh at how far he went just for you. How much has he sullied himself to make sure your beauty could never be lost to time?
He makes quick work of taking your ring and crushing it completely to ash in his hands. But you start to stiffen in true horror when Vil noses at your neck and breathes in deeply.
“Perhaps we can find you a much more suitable alternative to that trash.”
If you could tell yourself that the beatings of your former spouse could not compare to the burning pain of Vil’s fangs within your flesh, would you still have gone to him?
#yandere twisted wonderland#yandere twst#yandere twisted wonderland x reader#my works#guess this is the Halloween series of twst lol#wrote this w a suddent burst of inspiration
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You, whose image the Dark Mirror did beckon forth...
↣ Deuce will never know why you chose him out of everyone in Night Raven College. But maybe, he doesn’t need to know. (d.spade x gn!yuu)
↣ Ace does not know how he got so lucky as to get not just one, but two adorable partners. Or the one where Yuu and Deuce try to defend Ace’s honor and Ace falls more in love with his idiots. (a.trappola x gn!yuu x d.spade)
↣When a late night talk about the Prefect leads to a potential confession aka the one where Deuce is sad, Ace is a fool in love and the night is the perfect time to talk about certain things. (a.trappola x d.spade)
↣ (coming soon...)
↣ Mafia!Octavinelle saving MC who's being held hostage by some organization (mafia!octavinelle and gn!yuu)
↣ Just some things about the Ramshackle Prefect and Scarabia’s vice-housewarden <;3 (j.viper x gn!yuu)
↣ You are blissfully unaware of how deep exactly Rook and Vil’s affections run for you; of the extents they would go for you, and the boundaries they would cross in your name. (yan! v.schoenheit x gn!reader x yan! r.hunt)
↣ 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. (v.schoenheit x gn!reader x r.hunt)
↣ (coming soon...)
↣ The story about a prince and a traveller <;3 (m.draconia x gn!yuu)
↣Things that come in my head as I play through Diasomnia's chapter (chp 1- 37) (chp 38-55)
↣ Random thought 1
↣ TWST Yuusona: Minthe
↣ Imagine going home after everything that happened in Twisted Wonderland.
↣ Little dream about Vil <3
↣ The Prefect's Obsession. (yan! yuu and reader/player)
#ice writes#twst masterlist#twisted wonderland masterlist#disney twisted wonderland#disney twisted wonderland masterlist
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~Fox and their love-sick hound~
Yan!Dog!Rook x Fox!Mc
Warning: yandere, hunting (its rook...), stalking, drugs??,
I really wanted to write something for this. like I said in the mainly art version of this. I 100% think Rook as a Dog is a Golden retriever. they're hunting dogs but also little ray of sunshine. i know there is a movie about the fox and the hound but in the movie the dog is a blood hound. but rook... as a golden retriever.. i had to qwq
~~You found the fanfic! There’s an art piece that goes with this, here you go! Enjoy ^^~~
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Surprise! surprise! the classes were over and everyone were doing their club activity. You were just stopping by each club to see how everyone was doing. a friendly visit, you can say.
You stopped by the music club and saw that their 3 members were playing a new rhythm game on cater's phone.
You stopped by the Basketball club. you quickly left when you say Floyd throwing the balls like they were dodgeballs...
you stopped by the board game club. Azul and Idia were playing a card game that you couldn't understand with Azul honey laced words trying to explain it to you.
you see the film club in the hallway for a film shot. vil seems to be lecturing a freshmen... fun.
you see malleus on the roof looking at gargoyles, you wave to him and he waves back.
you watched Riddle ride his horse, flawlessly. Silver was sleeping on a horse and Sebek was screaming at him to wake up.. fun.
the magical shift club were playing their game
you see Jack and Deuce running around the school and you quickly yelled at them to not to drink water.
now the science club, you were honestly on the fence on even entering. its nothing about the club that made you uncomfortable. it was a certain hunter that did.
when you first meet him, he went on and on with compliments about your beauty. at first it was nice and quite flattering but it started to make you feel uncomfortable and you started to feel a little self-conscious. did everyone notice that you misplace your buttons? or did everyone notice the way you part your hair? all this "positive" attention was too much for you to handle and when you confront him about it.... it was like he was holding back before cause now he just wont stop! You started to avoid him every chance you got. the spotlight was just too much for you to take and you didn't have the heart to tell anyone about how you felt about this. it was too embarrassing and frankly silly to not like all the "praise".
you were still at the door to the science club... and you really didn't want to leave this club with say hi or checking in like the others... plus! Trey will be there! he might help if Rook does... a Rook.
You took a deep breathe for courage and open the door. you were introduced to a cloud of purple mist that smelled floral but sour? with the force of the mist, you were knocked down on the floor. you immediately braced yourself on the floor. the mist took a good minute for it clear out.
"Little pup! Are you okay?"
towering over you stood Divus Crewel, you couldn't see his face but you did see his coat which helped you to identify him. his hand was extended to you.
"im okay.. what happened here??"
you took his hand and stood. with your other hand, you waved off the remaining mist.
"tsk.. it seems a pup mixed the wrong herbs to the base making the reactions to be more... monstrous than it was intended. we normally have good ventilation here but.. frankly, if you haven't open the doors, we'd likely suffocated by the fumes, so thank you pup."
he starts to walk away to check his students, leaving you standing there process what he said... good thing you went into the science club then huh.. you thought. you make your way in the class room and helped some of the students clear out the rest of the mist, it was still kinda hard to see everyone but with a little wave of a notebook as a makeshift fan, it cleared up quickly.
you noticed that there is a lot of beastmen in here? weird but you didnt seem to mind too much. the kicker is when you recognize a non-beastmen beastmen.
"trey? aww you have cute little doggy ears!"
Trey has cute dog ears on his head! one of the ear's is up and the other is flopped down. They were just the cutest! As you were distacted by his ears, he laughs and turns to show off his tail. he knew what he was doing.
"heh.. we were making transformation potions kinda like the sea Witch but instead of turning merfolk into human, we tried humans into beastmen."
"ah.. that makes sense but... umm... may i..?"
you motion to his tail and ears. he lets out a charming laugh and nods. your face beamed as he bends down to you so you can pet his ears. they were so soft and when you brushed your finger on the bottom edge of his ears, they twitched. you tried to hold your joyish squeal and just hugged trey.
"hehe... im guessing you like my ears and tail?"
"mhmm..." you said in his shoulder
"you dont look half bad yourself, perfect"
you felt a flitch on your... head, no... ears? you immediately push yourself off trey and ran to the nearest glass shelf to look at yourself in the reflection. you had big long ears standing on your head. they looked a lot bigger than trey's ears but not like bunny ears. you looked at your behind and saw you had a big long tail. it was flowy and the fur looked coarse but soft too.
"but how-?"
"it was likely when you opened the door, and the mist hit you. any ways, i need to check with Professor Crewel and see when an antidote can be made. if you don't mind perfect, can you help out the other freshmen to clean up? we should get this place clear out of the mist or any hidden residue. there's extra lab coats and gloves over here."
"o-oh! ya sure. i dont mind."
you ran to slip on a lab coat and... felt someone's eyes on you. you looked around and everyone seemed to do their own thing. maybe your just not used to the extra sensations with your ears and tail?
you shrugged it off and hurried to check on everyone and clean up.
"..."
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3 days...
3 days until you ears and tail were gone. Trey said since they were mimicking the sea witch's merfolk to human potion. they estimate they potion will last for 3 days. anyone with ears and tail (that aren't suppose to) are suppose to check with professor crewel immediately.
Frankly ace and epel are not helping! they keep laughing and messing with you. blowing wind in your direction to watch you ears and tail twitch. if you're nice they use magic, if not, they get close and blow in your ear.
"my gosh! quit it!"
the only time they actually stopped (until next time) is when deuce and jack are protecting you from them. such sweet hearts. they compliment it and Deuce actually ask to feel them, he's just curious!
Sebek isn't much help either. he doesn't play jokes on you but his yelling is 10x worst now. you were half tempted to go straight to malleus or lilia and ask if they can talk to sebek about his volume.
other than that everything has gone quiet... its just smooth sailing. until 3 days is up, you continued your day like normal. you get comments here and there but everyone (except ace and epel) has been main respectful. bet the science club are getting lots of questions. maybe some went to azul for a temp cure, i mean, scarabia can be really loud with all the parties. what about Trey? cater is probably all over him with request for pictures or maybe he should get ears and a tail.
you laughed to yourself as you make it back to the Ramshackle dorm. Grim is with ace and deuce right now, after they were caught messing with the desserts. so you have alone time for a while, yippy!
your ear twitched and you quickly turned around to find... no one there.. maybe.. an animal? with too many strange feelings, the ears and tail sensing things, you just haven't been able to feel alone recently.. you quicken your steps and rushed inside your dorm. you quickly locked the doors and check the rest of house. locking doors and windows. you did a quick clean of the place, no hanging jackets or clothes that can be mistaken as figures in the house. you're suppose to just enjoy alone time... which you don't feel alone.. which is concerning.. you run to your room and try to get comfortable. new clothes, and your phone with ace and deuce's number on standby.
you lay down on your bed and took a deep breathe.. then you were out like a light.
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running.
how and why were you running? it was the third day, you were suppose to say good bye to the ears and tails, plus the strange feelings those ears and tail senses you couldn't shake off. you were tired of it, the first day, they were really cool to have and the senses were really neat but the strange feeling of just something, or someone, just made the whole experience sour for you. even when you were in the ramshackle dorm with grim, grim had to contently be your voice of reason, which is new but not unwelcomed. you could tell that grim was starting to worry for you, which made you feel a little guilty.
that night, you needed some fresh air. once you were out of the dorm, you sat on the pouch. the cold winds felt nice on your ears. you took a deep breathe and looked at the stars to calm your nerves. you just had to wait a few more hours... until midnight, right? you took a few minutes to just relax in the stars until you felt like you had enough and started to make you way inside.
when you stepped inside, you were greeted with a shadowy figure in your way. you froze, all you can see from his figure were their sharp eyes. no one moved for a moment...
....
..
the figured jumped at your direction! the ears and tail wasn't just for show, the potion gave you beastmen abilities too, like speed and strength. but mainly the speed part is important right now.
you swiftly jumped out of the way and ran.
you didn't know where to go. if you try to run to the other dorms, it'll take you some time just to get into the hall of mirrors. but if you head to the forest by ramshackle, there's a tiny chance you lose this creep but if they catch you, its all over for you.
you had to pick no chance or a tiny chance!
but you have beastmen senses, if you go into the forest. maybe they'll aid you away from this creep!!
who cares, just run!!
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...
..
you were hiding now...
you do have beastmen abilities now but doesn't mean you still wont get tired. you were hiding in a little hole, two fallen trees made this small hole in the ground and you were so grateful that you noticed it. maybe you could run out of the forest now and hide in another building? maybe you successfully made the creep lost? hopefully..
you tired your luck, your chest felt so heavy but you had to get help.
you tired to be slow and quiet as you crawled out of the hole. an arrow was shot right in front of you, in the ground. you let out a quick scream and ran.
your running was short lived when heard a whistle in the wind and a sharp pain in your leg, you were shot. you fell and rolled into the dirt.
this is it. you couldn't make it home and now no one will hear from you again. you felt like your life was flashing before your eyes. regrets... guilts... what was the last thing you said to everyone..? would they be okay without you..? would you be okay without them...?! you feel hot tears falling from your eyes. you didn't want to go like this! there was so much you wanted to experience in twisted wonderland! please someone, hel-
"Aww~ Trickster, no need for these tears. shh... i was only playing~"
your heart downed, you slowly turned your head around to see him, Rook Hunt.. he stepped closer to you so you can see him better. he had floppy golden ears on his head and a wagging tail to follow...
"Aw~ My Trickster~ i see I've stolen your breathe away so let me explain. the day where you heroically saved everyone in the science club from our demise, we, including yourself, were gifted beastmen abilities. id admit, it took every fiber of my being to not just jump you when you were all over Chevalier des Roses. but.. i decided, since we were gifted these abilities, i should test them out. to understand your creations, you must test them. so i selfishly took on the hunt for my mon cher renarde~~"
he took off his hat and bowed, taking one of your hand and gently kissing your knuckles. you were too shocked to even respond. you were feeling too many emotions at once. does this mean you'll live? Rook was the strange figure that you sensed... that's why you haven't seen him in days. he did all of this to test the potion...? he shot you in the leg!!
you started to feel little headed and just collapsed on the floor. as you were falling in and out of conciseness, rook picked you up bridle style and started to talk some more.
"Ahh~ Mon cher Renarde~ watching you deny your instincts only to let them take over was truly an honor. Vraiment magnifique~ your cute little twitches, ahh~ i couldn't get enough. i might force you to take the potion again.."
he stops and smiles at you. a smile that made you feel sick.
"hehe~ just kidding~"
...
..
"unless..."
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French words!! i used google translate so sorry for the people who knows french.
Mon cher Renarde = my dear fox
Vraiment magnifique = truly beautiful
#twst fanart#twst#twst headcanons#twst wonderland#yandere twst#disney twst#disney twisted wonderland#twst x reader#art#digital art#twst rook hunt#twst rook#twst rook x reader#twst yandere rook#twst yan rook#twst yandere rook hunt
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A Real Fairytale
Summary: Yan! Rook x gn!reader. Fairytales have a grain of truth in them.
MDNI 18+ for violence and dark depictions normally I'm a 16+ blog but this one got dark so just skip it
CW: Major character death, like, lots of it, Yan! Themes, unhealthy mindsets, injury, beheading, depictions of bodies, blood, supernatural allusions, survivors guilt, ptsd, probably more but idk what else
A/N:I was thinking about old fashioned fairytales, and started writing one in my head, and thus this fic was born. this is a dark one, but I really like how it came out, so even if this has a smaller audience, I don't mind
"Just one more story, mama!"
"Okay, but it has to be a short one."
"I want the one where the hunter falls in love and becomes king!"
"Alright then, Once upon a time…"
In the kingdom of Pomefiore there lived a fair and just king. Beloved by all his subjects, he was blessed with three children. The third born was strong and smart, so he was destined to lead the king's armies. The second born was blessed with empathy and wisdom, and was destined to be the king's adviser. But the firstborn was gifted with all these things, as well as fairness and beauty, and thus was called "the Fairest treasure of the king's court", throughout the land.They were destined to rule the kingdom in a peaceful prosperous reign.
"Well fuck that."
"Epel! Language!"
"Geeze, Neige, you're starting to sound like father," Epel rolled his eyes as you snickered.
"Epel, you've been spending too much time with the stable boy," you said.
"It's not my fault Deuce is more interesting than you two," Epel said, pinching you and Neige in the side for good measure.
"If I swore like you father would have my hyde," you said, attempting to pinch Epel back.
"Well I'm not the court's greatest treasure," Epel mocked in a fancy voice. Before you could smack the back of his head, a large shadow flew overhead.
"Run," Epel said.
One day, a terrifying creature invaded their lands, and filled the people with terror. The king made a proclamation that anyone who slew the creature could choose from any of his treasures. Many a knight tried and failed to slay the monster.
Everyday the same argument. While you and Neige helped settle and feed the displaced villagers, Epel would argue with your father.
"Just let me take a group and try to kill it! You've said yourself, my strategy is better than anyone's!"
"I've lost too many lives, I can't lose you too. Not now when our people need the three of you so they have hope in the future," your father said sternly.
"This shit would be over if-"
"Language, Epel."
One day, a young hunter approached the king.
"Your majesty, I will slay the monster for you."
"So it shall be done. And what shall be your prize if you succeed?"
"I have been told your firstborn is the fairest treasure of your court. I will receive their hand in marriage."
Now the king did not wish to relinquish his firstborn to a peasant, but considering his most powerful knights had been vanquished, he had no fear the hunter would fall as well.
"Pardon?" A lyrical voice said behind you.
You stood up from the woman you were bandaging up to greet the newcomer. He was clearly a hunter, his bow slung across his back, his vivid green eyes observing you intently.
"A new batch already?" You asked tiredly.
It was your duty to look out for your people who sought safety in the castle, but taking care of all these people, many injured beyond saving, was taking its toll on your spirits.
"Non, non, I am here to speak with your father."
You looked at him for a minute, then nodded.
"Alright, Neige, can you finish bandaging her up?"
Neige quickly took your place as you lead the way to your father. Unsurprisingly, he was having another fight with your brother. But the both of them ceased fighting when the hunter cleared his throat.
"My most fair King Vil, my name is Rook Hunt. I am a simple hunter who seeks to take up your challenge."
Epel groaned, and flopped into the seat next to his father.
Vil raised a single eyebrow.
"I mean no offense, especially since hunters are a vital part of our economy, but how do you intend to slay a beast that armies of my most trained men have failed to best?"
"I am a very good hunter."
Epel snorted, but Vil sent him a nasty glare.
"And should you succeed, what would be your chosen prize?"
Rook's green eyes flicked to you, and he smiled sweetly.
"Their royal Highness, Y/N, firstborn to his Majesty Vil Schoenheit, and greatest jewel in Pomefiore's crown."
Your jaw dropped, and Epel bolted upright.
"Absolutely not!"
"Epel-"
"He's crazy! Y/N's not a prize! I won't stand for him speaking about my sibling this way!"
"Epel!" Vil snapped, shutting him up. "Should he be as good a Hunter as he says, then it would be a fair prize."
Your father was angry. He wanted this man to die. And you couldn't say you blamed him. The hunter was asking for a kingdom.
"Then we are agreed. I shall see you in the morning to claim my prize," Rook gracefully took your hand, and pressed a kiss to your knuckles, making eye contact the entire time, before leaving with a bow.
"I hope he dies slowly," Epel muttered under his breath, before hugging you tightly.
Your father, a diplomat as ever, simply nodded before hugging you tightly.
What the king did not know was that the hunter had been abandoned in the forest as a babe, and raised by the goddess of the hunt herself. Her final gift to him was a bow that always struck it's mark.
With a single shot, the hunter slayed the monster, and the people rejoiced. He returned to the king to claim his prize.
"Your majesty! You should have seen it!"
A crowd had come to the castle, surrounding the hunter as he nonchalantly carried the head of the beast.
"He slew the monster with a single shot!"
"Our kingdom is saved!"
Whilst the people were singing his praise, Rook dropped the head and made a beeline towards you, face giving away nothing.
Your father stepped directly in front of him, halting his progress.
"You have my thanks, dear hunter. Please, join us for a celebratory dinner."
The hunter looked over at you and smiled, before nodding to your father.
"Gladly. I am quite hungry."
"Please wait outside, so a father can bid a final farewell to his child."
The hunter obeyed. The second born turned to his father and said,
"Father, I look very much like my sibling. Allow me to go in their stead so as to spare you the heartbreak."
Your father kept the hunter away from you the entire banquet. It clearly wasn't easy but you managed to reach nighttime without speaking to him once. You watched Neige talking Rook's ear off, probably trying to persuade him out of it, and your father came and whispered in your ear.
"Go up to bed. Do not leave your room until I tell you."
You nodded, before turning to leave the room. You felt his eyes on your back the entire way.
An hour later, Vil spoke to Rook.
"I have sent Y/N to pack their things, if you are willing to wait here, we wish to say a private goodbye."
"I'm not a cruel man. I wouldn't be so horrible as to deprive your family of a beautiful heartbreaking farewell."
Vil left the room with his sons. Once out of earshot, Neige pulled them to the side.
"Father, I think I can convince him how terrible this is, I just need more time."
"I don't know if we have more time, something's wrong in his eyes. And I think he's out of patience," Epel muttered.
"Give me a glamor potion. Make me look like Y/N. I've trained to reason and advise people my entire life. If I can get one day with him, I'm certain I can change his mind."
Vil stared into Neige's eyes, before slowly nodding.
"I believe you."
With the glamour potion taken, and Neige taking on the guise of Y/N, the hunter bade farewell to Epel and Vil.
The king gave the secondborn a heavy cloak, and escorted him to the gate. But the hunter was not easily fooled.
"Your eyes do not shine as brightly as the firstborn. You are not the true betrothed."
He returned the second born, and promised to return in the morning to retrieve his prize.
You felt eyes on you in your sleep. You must have been imagining it. But you still pretended you were unconscious. Just in case.
Your father picked you up as promised, and told you the plan. The three of you took your breakfast, when a guard entered, his face deathly pale.
"Your highnesses, I bring terrible tidings."
Epel, who had been on edge since the night before shouted, "Spit it out."
The knight shivered, then nodded, before gesturing to the guards who had remained by the door.
You couldn't help the scream that was wrenched from your soul.
For there was your brother, an arrow through his chest, his skin a sickly, chalky, green.
"My god!" Vil stood up and rushed to his son.
"We found him face down in the moat this morning," the knight said, now sobbing.
You were shaking, sobbing, screaming, and everything in between as you tried to rush to your brother.
"Y/N, no," Epel cried, holding you back from the corpse.
"Take Y/N to their room," the king said through sobs, and Epel dragged you out, and away from your beloved brother.
When he arrived, the king spoke again.
"Please wait outside, so a father can bid a final farewell to his child."
The hunter obeyed. The third born turned to his father, saying,
"Father, I look very much like my sibling. Allow me to go in their stead so as to spare you the heartbreak."
After locking you in your room, and placing guards outside your door and window, Epel found his father and slumped into the seat next to him.
"I'm gonna fucking kill him."
"Language, Epel," Vil muttered half heartedly.
"Fuck language! I'm not giving Y/N to that psycho! You know he'll be back. Give me a glamor potion, and I'll finish him off."
"Epel…"
"You've trained me for this! My job is to protect this kingdom and its future. That future is Y/N. And if that monster gets them, he gets the kingdom."
The king continued staring into the distance.
"You know I'm right," Epel said breathlessly. "I swore an oath to protect Pomefiore, with my life if it came to it. I'm a failure if I don't at least try. Besides…"
He pulled something out of his pocket, and closed his father's hand around it.
"Neige gave this to me before he left. He said you'd know how to use it. If I fail…it'll be time to make a deal."
The king slowly nodded.
The king gave the third born a heavy cloak, and escorted him to the gate. But the hunter was not easily fooled.
"Your laugh does not sing as lightly as the firstborn. You are not the true betrothed."
He returned the third born, and promised to return in the morning to retrieve his prize.
You awoke to what felt like a featherlight kiss to your forehead, so light you could mistake it for the wind. It was still pitch black in your room, but you searched anyway to make sure no one was there. Satisfied that you were truly alone, you fell back into fitful sleep.
The king awoke the next morning to your scream.
He ran to your room, hearing more screams and shouts on his way. He shoved through the crowd around your door, and saw you staring and screaming at Epel's severed head, sitting on your vanity.
The king, knowing he could not fool the hunter, and being unable to part with his beloved firstborn, lost his mind in grief, and poisoned his child. Not wishing for their beauty to ever fade, he laid them in a coffin of ice.
You and the king stood in the throne room, staring at the item he held in his hand.
"Remember three years ago, when Niege was invited to the Octavinelle King's banquet?"
You nodded.
"The king gave him this. He told him should we have a moment of great need, to blow into it, and help will arrive. But it will come at a cost." His eyes flickered up to you, hollow and broken. "I'm willing to pay it."
He blew into the conch shell, and two shimmering golden shadows slowly solidified in front of you.
"Your majesty. This is a surprise…"
"We were expecting little angelfish," the other blue haired twin finished.
The king filled them in up to this point.
"I have already found a caravan traveling to the Heartslaybul border. I want you to take Y/N with you to the Octavinelle kingdom. You can blend in with the caravan until you reach Heartslaybul, but from there I pray you won't need to stay as hidden."
"Wait," you interrupted, "I thought the Octavinelle kingdom was frozen over this time of year-"
"Yes, but we have a portal that we can use in case of emergencies. We get three uses out of it, and luckily we have one use left for the season," the calmer of the twins explained.
"And for extra protection, I have this," your father handed you a shimmering silver potion. "Drink this and you will be unrecognizable to even your own father."
You looked at him in alarm, and he offered a sad smile.
"It is only for a little while. By the time the ice thaws the Octavinelle King and I will have hopefully come to a way to end this, and I can retrieve you and remove the potion."
Your eyes watered at the thought of leaving your only remaining relative, but you were quickly interrupted by the one you were referring to as "the wild twin" in your head.
"And as to price, Betta Fish…"
"When the time comes I'll pay anything."
The twins nodded in seeming satisfaction, and you downed the silver potion.
When the hunter heard this, he wept with despair. The goddess of love heard his cries, and took pity on him, giving him her blessing.
You stood at the edge of the forest staring at the frozen ocean ahead of you.
"Floyd…"
"I hear him," Floyd whispered in response to his twin. "Go ahead, I'll catch up."
Floyd turned towards the trees, materializing a staff from the air. You'd learned that combat under the ocean consisted mainly of magic. And Floyd was one of the best.
Jade gave your shoulder a gentle nudge and you both began running across the frozen ocean. The cold air nipped at your skin bitterly, your eyes wanted to freeze shut. But Jade was by your side.
Then he tripped, clutching his chest.
"Floyd," he groaned breathlessly.
He looked up at you, eye's filled with pain.
"Jade," you whispered, your voice choking up.
Jade removed his necklace, and placed it around your neck, before cupping your face.
"When you go through the portal, show that to Azul."
"No, Jade, no," you whimpered.
He turned your face towards a rock formation, before turning it back to him.
"The portal is in the cave by those rocks. Run straight there, and go through, don't look back."
"Jade, the portal will close."
He brushed a tear from your cheek before softly kissing you.
"I'll see you when the ice melts, my love," he gave you a soft smile, summoning his staff.
"Run."
And with a final gentle nudge, you ran.
The hunter kissed the lips of the frozen firstborn, and their eyes fluttered open.
The cave was freezing, but too quiet. At least compared to the blistering winds outside. You ran through the cave, desperately looking for the portal, when you caught a soft blue glow.
You approached the portal. Your hesitation was just for a moment. And in that moment, you heard a single footstep echo through the cave.
"Jade?" You whispered.
It was a prayer. A plea. A lament.
You were whipped around, and held tightly against a body. Lips were pressed to yours, a knife pressed to your back. Your eyes widened in shock, and you tried to squirm away, only for Rook to press the blade further into your back.
A liquid tasting of apples filled your mouth, and with no other choice you swallowed it down, hoping he would allow you to breathe.
But he didn't. He kissed you harder. Held you tighter. Until a wave of pain shuddered through your body, and you cried out against his mouth.
He released you and you collapsed, writhing on the ground as something was changed inside you. Something wrong…
"There's my Y/N," he hummed, a sweet smile on his face that didn't match the moment.
He yanked the necklace from your throat, and you sobbed as he threw it through the portal, closing it.
"While I do enjoy the chase, it was very naughty of you to try and run from your intended. Thus, I have to punish you, Mon Trickster. Immortality is a fitting burden for your crimes, is it not?"
You cried out as another wave of pain rushed through your bones, your fingertips beginning to go numb with pain.
Meeting his gaze, they fell in love with him instantly.
"You're a monster," you cried through gritted teeth. "Do you truly want to be a king so badly that you had to stoop to murdering everyone Iove?"
His eyes widened, and he gasped, reaching out to stroke your feverish cheek with his pleasantly cool hand.
"That is what you think? Perhaps I've been too hard on you…I do not wish to rule. I would be a poor king in comparison to your highness. Non, non, Mon Trickster! J'taime…"
"What?" You groaned, choking on your own breath, your body now unable to move on its own, no matter how hard you tried.
"I love you. From the moment I laid eyes on the jewel of the court, I knew we were destined by the goddess of love herself to be together."
He pressed another kiss to your lips, this one much softer, much more tender, than the one prior. Once he parted from you, he intertwined his fingers with yours and gave you a lovesick smile.
"And now you're all mine."
The hunter exclaimed, "At last! The true first born! Come my beloved, let us return to your kingdom and be wed!"
He scooped you up in his arms, and all you could do was whimper.
He walked you out of the cave, and back onto the ice. Now the wind felt good as your flesh burned with the immortality potion he had given you. He walked halfway across the ice, before stopping. You shut your eyes, knowing what you'd see, but refusing to look.
"It's a shame. I would have loved to have had the opportunity to study such magnificent creatures. Mers are so difficult to come by, even in the ocean."
Your eyes burned with tears, but you refused to open them.
"Don't you want to see what you did to him?" Rook hissed in your ear, and you screwed your eyes even tighter.
He gave a disappointed hum, and set you down on the ice. You heard a crack, and rushing water, and by the time you opened your eyes, all you could see was Jade's chalky hand slipping below the surface as the ice refroze over his body.
Rook picked you back up, and nuzzled his cheek against yours, seemingly pleased again.
"We've wasted enough time here, let's go home."
The world vaporized around you, and before you knew it, Rook was holding you in your father's throne room.
The firstborn joyously agreed, and the people, seeing how happy they both were, punished the wicked king for his crimes.
"Call for him."
"Huh?"
"Call for him."
After a moment, you knew what he meant. The throne room was currently empty, but if you called for your father…
"No."
He gave you a disappointed look, before standing you up, ensuring he had a firm grip on you, and pulling his knife out. He pulled one of your arms up, pressed a soft kiss to it, then cut a deep wound into your arm.
You released a choked scream, and he pressed another kiss to the wound, laying you down.
The door slammed open as your father ran towards you.
His eyes met Rook's, rage filling his violet gaze.
"You get away from my child!" He shouted, drawing a sword from his robe.
Rook simply held a hand up, and your father rose a foot above the ground. He curled his hand into a fist, and you heard a series of sickening cracks, before your father collapsed to the ground in a lifeless unnatural heap.
The hunter and the first born ruled side by side until the end of their days.
You swore you saw them sometimes.
You swore you could see a flash of lilac hair as the guards passed in the halls.
Or hear a lyrical laugh when his favorite birds started to chirp come springtime.
You'd see your father standing by the door every time an apple pie was served, and you'd see Floyd in the faces of your younger citizens, who would come and seek your advice on how to ease their burdens.
You'd see Jade everywhere. In the mirror as Rook brushed your hair in the mornings, and whispered how much he loved you. Standing next to you as you sat in your throne and Rook knelt adoringly at your feet. In the shadows when Rook held you at night.
Rook saw your phantoms too. And he would simply smile at you and press another kiss along your neck.
and they both lived happily ever after.
Immortality is a fitting burden for your crimes, is it not?
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