━ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐭 (𝟐) !

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; vil's dad thinks you're dating, and comes down to meet you

— notes; here is part 2, part 1 is here. please donate to my kofi or consider commissioning me if you like my work bc im broke and need cash. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It’s a bright afternoon at Night Raven College when Eric Venue arrives at Night Raven College unannounced, causing a minor frenzy among students and staff alike. They’re starstruck; after all, seeing a famous actor on campus is a rarity, and Eric is surrounded by a crowd of adoring fans as he makes his way to Pomefiore.

❋ Vil, however, is not thrilled to see him. His father’s obviously come here to snoop, and Eric’s wide grin tells Vil there’s no escaping him today.

❋ Ever the professional actor, Eric insists he’s just here for a little visit. “Can’t a father see his son and stroll around the college campus for a while?”

❋ Vil reluctantly obliges, but he’s wary. Every time they pass a group of students (many of them gawking and staring and pointing), Eric gives each and every one of them a careful once-over, as if expecting you to magically appear. Vil notices and gives his father a dirty look, but Eric just shrugs, the very picture of innocence.

❋ Despite Vil’s attempts to keep his father far far away from you, your paths do eventually cross. You run into both father and son as you’re heading down to the cafeteria for lunch, and Eric’s eyes immediately light up with recognition. He strides over before Vil can stop him, extending a hand with a charming smile. “Ah, you must be the famous Ramshackle student! I’m Eric Venue, Vil’s father. I’ve heard quite a bit about you.”

❋ You’ve seen exactly zero of his movies. Thanks to Ace and Deuce giving you the lowdown, all you know about this guy is that he’s some big star — Leonardo DiCaprio level, maybe? Not that anyone here would know who he is . . .

❋ Realising that Eric’s waiting for a reply, you quickly recover, shaking his hand with a slightly awkward but friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Mr. Venue.”

❋ Eric immediately wastes no time in drawing you into a conversation, asking you about your interests, your studies, and — much to Vil’s chagrin — what you think of his son. He’s so friendly and warm, it’s almost like talking to an old friend, rather than a famous celebrity.

❋ (The shy tinge to your smile, and the way your voice softens when you talk about Vil doesn’t go unnoticed by Eric, and only serves to confirm his suspicions.)  

❋ Vil is unnaturally tense through it all, a bow string about to snap. It’s almost as though he’s debating grabbing his father and making a break for it, public image be dammed. But instead, Vil settles for hovering beside you both, looking mortified and slightly flustered when his father asks you something just a little too personal.

❋ Finally, Vil manages to pull his father aside, insisting that they should let you get to lunch (Vil makes eyes at you and you take the hint, dutifully acting as though you’re absolutely starving).

❋ Eric sees right through your little act, but lets you leave with a wave and a laugh, expressing his desire to see you again. Afterwards, Eric turns to Vil with a knowing smile, quietly whispering, “I like them,” like it’s the final stamp of approval for the relationship Vil absolutely refuses to admit he’s in.

━ 𝐑𝐮𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐭 !

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; vil's dad thinks you're dating

— notes; there will be a part 2 to this. and please donate to my kofi or consider commissioning me if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It was supposed to be a casual outing; you’d managed to persuade Vil to accompany you to a new dessert place (with healthy, low-fat options, of course).

❋ You certainly weren’t expecting to have your face splashed across the front of a gossip magazine.

❋ The picture they’ve used is admittedly a nice one. Rather, it would be more accurate to say that Vil looks good. You, on the other hand, resemble a chipmunk, the way that you’re stuffing your mouth full with cake.

❋ But there’s a soft tenderness on Vil’s face as he watches you eat, the bright joy on your face, and he isn’t berating you for your poor manners as he normally would.

❋ The photo is adorable and genuinely sweet, revealing a side of Vil the public doesn’t often get to see. Naturally, fans go wild, and the press wastes no time speculating about your relationship with Vil.

❋ Vil takes it all in his stride when he sees the photos. While he’s used to media attention, he wasn’t expecting a moment like this to be captured with you, of all people. He thinks nothing of it at first and doesn’t mention it to anyone, expecting it to blow over in a week or so.

❋ It isn’t long before Vil’s own father catches wind of the juicy gossip. And Eric Venue studies the pictures with a raised brow. His son seems almost . . . Love-struck in that picture. It isn’t the poised, guarded side Vil normally displays for the media.

❋ And with a knowing smile, Eric decides to call his son, curiosity practically dripping from his voice. “When were you going to tell me about your lovely partner, son?”

❋ Vil had expected his father to offer advice on his recent casting roles, acting techniques, or perhaps a critique of his latest photoshoot . . . Not enquire about his personal life. Vil tenses, knowing exactly what his father is implying. "It’s nothing, Dad. Just a . . . Friend from school. You know how these magazines exaggerate things."

❋ Unfortunately for Vil, Eric doesn’t buy it.

❋ "Oh, come on now," Eric teases, amused. "I know that look. That’s not how you look at someone you’re just friends with."

❋ He’s seen Vil in countless roles, both real and on screen, and he can tell there’s something different about how his son looks at you. Something soft. Something real. Like he loves you.

❋ . . . Even if Vil himself isn’t aware of this yet.

━ 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐓𝐨 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭.

— pairing; malleus draconia x reader

— summary; set in the future, where there's a threat to you and your unborn child

— notes; i was inspired to write this after watching a scene on youtube where we meet maleanor for the first time. please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It starts off as an ordinary day.

❋ You typically spend your mornings in the palace gardens, enjoying the breeze on your skin and the smell of fresh flowers. Now that you’re heavily pregnant with the future heir of Briar Valley, you’re constantly monitored by the Royal Guards, ensuring your safety in the absence of their Lord.

❋ But on this particular day, something goes wrong.

❋ The threat to your safety is swift and sudden, leaving you scrambling to protect your unborn child. Your protectors are caught off guard, leaving you vulnerable and unprotected for just a few terrifying moments.

❋ When word of the attack reaches Malleus, his blood runs cold. Then, it boils. His composure cracks, betraying the true depths of his emotions: a controlled, silent rage that emanates a chilling aura throughout the castle hall. His magic crackles in the air, the darkness swirling like a tempest around him. Everyone, guards and servants alike, can feel the suffocating weight of his fury.

❋ The guards — some of Briar Valley’s finest — stand frozen before Malleus, unable to meet his gaze with their heads bowed low. But he doesn't lash out immediately. Instead, he surveys them with a thoughtful, calculating look, purposely prolonging the tension in the otherwise silent room as they await his judgement.

❋ In his mind, he’s analysing every single one of their failings, dissecting the chain of events that allowed you and his unborn child to be placed in jeopardy. It’s a battle to restrain himself; the true depths of his emotions would surely set Briar Valley ablaze. As it is, the sky outside is already grey and overcast, reflecting the blackness of his mood.

❋ Finally, Malleus confronts the guards with a chilling calmness, his voice like the crackling embers of a storm. “Your folly,” he hisses, his words cold and precise, “could have cost Briar Valley its future.”

❋ Lilia watches from the shadows, a fond smile playing across his lips. Secretly, he’s taken aback by how much Malleus resembles his mother in this very moment. Maleanor had once looked at him the same way, with blazing eyes and a terrifying show of lightning magic, when he had arrived moments too late to protect her and her egg, a young Malleus still forming inside.  

❋ Maleanor’s fierce love had been passed down to Malleus, and he would protect you and his child just as she had protected him.

━ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐏𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧.

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; vil's signature spell is hot, and you end up telling him that

— notes; this is. very self indulgent. I CANNOT HELP IT IF I FIND HIS SIGNATURE SPELL HOT, DO NOT JUDGE ME. also please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ The first time Vil tells you about his signature spell, it’s in an almost offhand manner, like he’s listing his numerous accomplishments or talking about the weather. He’s used to people responding with awe — or fear — because of how powerful and dangerous the spell is, and surely your reaction will be something similar.

❋ “That’s hot.”

❋ Did you just say that out loud?

❋ Yup.

❋ You should technically know better, it’s just . . . The idea of him wielding that much control and imposing his will with just a touch is . . . Well, insanely attractive.

❋ There goes your first brain cell.

❋ Vil blinks, momentarily caught off guard by your reaction. He’s used to seeing admiration, yes, but he certainly didn’t expect this. The way you bite your lip, how your eyes sparkle with fascination, seemingly unfazed. A hint of pink dusts his cheeks as he processes your reaction — after all, it isn’t every day that someone looks at him with such pure, unabashed admiration. And because of the dark side of his magic, no less.

❋ “Would you like a demonstration, darling?” He asks in that velvety tone of his, leaning closer, his eyes locking onto yours. His fingers reach out to brush against your cheek, and he murmurs, “Just one touch and I would have you begging for mercy.”

❋ And there goes your last braincell.

❋ The look on your face at this very moment must be a good one; Vil’s shifting closer, and his hands are lingering on your face — not cursing you, just cupping the curve of your cheek, and drinking in your ardent attention.

❋ He’s looking at you as though he wants to kiss you, and well, you aren’t about to stop him anytime soon if he does.

❋ Normally, Vil isn’t one for indulging in impulsive decisions, but it’s the way you’re looking up at him — much too unguarded, much too trusting, almost as though you want to be stained with his darkness — breaks through the veneer of his carefully crafted restraint.

❋ Your breath catches in your throat, and all your focus is solely on Vil: the intense heat in his gaze, the warmth of his hands, and the intoxicating sense of danger that somehow makes him even more irresistible.

❋ His lips mould against yours with the kind of effortless elegance only Vil can manage. There’s a subtle possessiveness in the kiss, like he wants to mark you. Not with a curse, but something darker, sweeter, a taste that lingers on your lips like a delicate poison.

━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬).

— pairing; malleus draconia x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you make out with malleus, cue the walk of shame back to his dorm

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ After an intense make out session in the dimly lit Ramshackle Lounge, the Prince of Briar Valley comes up for air with a smudged face and an oddly dazed look. His normally perfect appearance is ruffled and untidy, and you're feeling a tiny sense of pride at how you've managed to make him come undone like this.

❋ His eyeliner is definitely smeared, making him look a bit more like a mischievous fae from the ancient stories. If only Lilia could see him now, he thinks, mildly mortified but also not minding it. The faint remains of your lipstick stain his mouth, and it’s more than obvious what he’s been doing.

❋ Malleus tries to tidy up before taking his leave. But no matter how much he smooths out his jacket or adjusts his collar, the faint traces of smudged lipstick on his cheek just make him look more ruffled. From where you're snuggled up under the covers, you can’t help but giggle, and he levels a playful glare in your direction — but there’s amusement dancing in his eyes.

❋ (This amusement quickly fades once he returns back to Diasomnia, however.)

❋ Sebek’s been waiting up, pacing anxiously in the lounge as he waits for Malleus to return. His mouth falls open when he catches sight of his smudged makeup and the faint trace of your red lipstick. Gasping in horror, he quickly moves to shield Malleus, barking out orders for the curious onlookers to avert their eyes.

❋ Silver tries to keep a straight face, though the slightest twitch of his mouth betrays his amusement. He’s seen Malleus in various states, but never quite like this. “A late night, Lord Malleus?” Silver inquires innocently.

❋ That’s definitely Lilia’s influence shining through.

❋ Summoned by all the chaos, Lilia floats into the room with an exaggerated gasp. “My, my, young Malleus! I daresay someone had a good time tonight!” Malleus’ façade cracks as he pouts glares, but Lilia isn’t fazed, winking as he encourages Malleus to “visit Ramshackle more often” if it’s that enjoyable.

❋ Even after he cleans up, Diasomnia’s halls seem filled with whispers (no thanks to Sebek accidentally letting the entire dorm know about Malleus’ private matters in his well-meaning attempt to help). Malleus rarely gives anyone reason to talk, so the unexpected “walk of shame” becomes an instant legend.

❋ It’s a new experience for Malleus, but it definitely won’t be the last.

━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞).

— pairing; lilia vanrouge x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you make out with lilia, cue his walk of shame (or pride) back to his own dorm.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ Even though it’s past curfew, Lilia isn’t fazed in the slightest. In fact, he’s absolutely beaming, his usual impish grin stretched even wider across his face. He doesn’t even try to fix his messy hair or wipe away the glittery lip-gloss smeared at the corner of his mouth.

❋ He’s not sneaking out, oh no. Lilia’s taking his sweet time, humming a little tune to himself as he leaves, winking salaciously at you in lieu of a goodbye.

❋ You’d think he’s just won a battle rather than, you know, had a steamy little makeout session.

❋ Oh, well.

❋ At least he had fun.

❋ Lilia’s all smiles when he floats back to Diasomnia, humming an old Fae song under his breath, and very dramatically twirling about the lounge. It’s enough to set Malleus, Silver and Sebek on edge. Lilia always has an air of mischief about him, but it seems rather . . . Extreme today.

❋ Sebek has all the observational skills of a brick wall, but it’s not hard for him to put two and two together when Lilia is practically flaunting how much he had a good time. “Master Lilia, what were you doing outside the dorm so late? You look . . . Disheveled ! Is that lipstick on your face?! And . . . And your clothes!”

❋ And just to purposely fluster Sebek, Lilia pats him on the head with a coo. “Oh, young Sebek, you’ll understand one day ~”

❋ Silver was hoping for a peaceful night in, but that’s out of the question now. He definitely notices Lilia’s tousled hair and that faint, lingering scent that’s suspiciously not Lilia’s usual cologne, but very wisely keeps quiet because he really doesn’t want to think of his father making out with the Ramshackle prefect.

❋ Malleus just nods thoughtfully in response to Lilia’s antics. It’s just another one of Lilia’s “adventures,” and as long as it doesn’t interfere with his studies (or his friendship with you), he lets it slide.

❋ “Oh, to be young and in love!” Lilia sighs dreamily, floating off to his room once he’s had enough of waxing poetically about his romantic evening.

❋ His smugness won’t be wearing off anytime soon. In fact, every time he thinks about the way you’d tugged him close, or your shocked little gasps, it’s enough to make him want to turn around and head back to Ramshackle for round two.

━ 𝐎𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐔𝐩𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦.

— pairing; silver x ramshackle! reader

— summary; silver uses his unique magic to soothe you after you have a nightmare.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ What with all the house wardens over blotting one after another, and your growing anxiety to return home, it’s no wonder that you’ve been plagued with nightmares lately, ones that have you jolting awake in the middle of the night, heart racing, gripped with a lingering sense of dread.

❋ It’s the kind of exhaustion that even your friends notice, and Grim’s especially on edge because he misses the way you’d smile when you woke up and found him curled up next to you.

❋ Like many of your concerned friends, Silver’s seen the dark half-moons ringing your eyes, how your smiles are few and far in between these days. He wishes he could help somehow — and as he drifts off to sleep that night himself, his unique magic starts to work.

❋ When his eyes flicker open once more, he finds himself in your dream, surrounded by shadows and an eerie stillness. He's trapped inside one of your nightmares. Silver feels a pang of protectiveness and moves closer, his heart stirring as he sees you curled up, tense even in your sleep.

❋ He gently takes your hand, his presence calm and grounding in the storm of your nightmare. Quietly, he begins to hum a lullaby. It’s a melody he remembers Lilia singing to him when he was younger. His voice is soft, but steady, wrapping around you like a protective charm.

❋ His soothing lullaby fills your dreams, a serene contrast to the chaos of your nightmares. It brings you a sense of peace, and slowly, the nightmares fade away, replaced by a gentle warmth. You find yourself relaxing, the bitter tension in your body draining away.

❋ Though you don’t remember much of the dream when you wake up, there’s a strange peace in your heart and a vague feeling of warmth. It’s like someone was there to chase away the darkness, someone with a voice as soft as moonlight.

❋ Over the next few days, the lullaby sticks with you, and you catch yourself humming it absentmindedly as you move through the college hallways. But whenever you try to place it, it slips through your fingers like water, a memory from a far-off dream.

❋ “A warm cradle . . . something something. Mhmm mhmmm . . . Uh . . . I’m always watching you, together forever . . .”

❋ (Okay, so you might have butchered it just a bit.)

❋ Regardless, Malleus and Lilia overhear your singing and it makes them freeze.

❋ Lilia’s eyes are practically glowing. He knows that song; he used to sing to both Silver and Malleus when they were younger.

❋ Floating over (and scaring you witless in the process), Lilia gives you a knowing smile and asks playfully, “Now, where did you hear that song, dear? It’s an old favourite of mine.”

❋ You tilt your head thoughtfully, your brow furrowing as you try to recall. “I think . . . It was in a dream?” The words feel strangely fitting, almost poetic. “Once upon a dream . . .”

❋ Lilia chuckles softly, sharing a knowing grin with Malleus. He can already guess the truth – it wasn’t Malleus who sang that song, and it definitely wasn’t him. It could only be Silver.

❋ Lilia decides to keep his son’s secret for now. He’s sure that you’ll find out for yourself one day, but for now, he’s just enjoying seeing this young love play out.

━ 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦.

— pairing; malleus draconia x ramshackle! reader

— summary; set after leona's overblot, malleus notices how your physical appearance has changed.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It’s late when you stumble back to Ramshackle dorm, your body tired and aching from the day’s events.

❋ Leona had overblotted, turning everything in the vicinity to sand . . . Including your hair.

❋ You couldn’t bear the uneven patches where parts of it had been turned to sand, and with a little help from Ace and Deuce, you’d managed to hack it all off – but it’ll take you some time to get used to it.

❋ As you’re approaching the rusted iron gate, you notice a familiar figure waiting for you there, illuminated by the moonlight. It’s “Hornton”, as you’ve taken to calling your new friend, unaware of his true identity just yet.

❋ Malleus takes note of your new appearance as soon as you draw near, greeting him with a wave and a tired smile. He doesn’t make a big deal out of your new look, but you can see the faintest raise of his brows, the slight narrowing of his gaze as he takes in your new hairstyle.

❋ “Child of Man,” He greets you quietly, gently, and there’s a concern layered under his words that makes you feel seen in ways others haven't noticed yet. It’s almost enough to make a lump gather in your throat, and you suck in a steadying breath, trying to recompose yourself. “What happened to your hair?”

❋ But he doesn’t really need you to explain; he’s a Fae, more sensitive to magic than others, and he can sense the traces of powerful magic, still lingering on you even now. "A lion’s magic has its claws in you still," he murmurs, almost to himself. He doesn’t mention Leona by name, but something in his gaze darkens, almost protective.

❋ But you tell him anyway, explaining that you had to cut your hair to even it out, and it’s the first time you’ve said it aloud. Even though you try to keep your tone light, there’s a pang in your voice you can’t hide, and Malleus listens with the intensity of someone who understands loss.

❋ Gently, he reaches out to touch the jagged edges of your hair, his face softening into a smile. “You look beautiful regardless, Child of Man.”

❋ And your heart skips a beat at his words.

━ 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐖𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞 (𝐕𝐢𝐥).

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you make out with vil, cue his walk of shame back to his own dorm.

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ It had been a surprise when Vil had shown up at your doorstep this late in the evening, bearing some new skincare product or another and insisting that it would do wonders for your acne-prone skin.

❋ He’d gone out of his way to make the long trek over to Ramshackle, and so you’d invited him in, half-expecting him to decline since your dorm was old, dusty, and generally below his standards.

❋ You didn’t think that he’d actually agree.

❋ And you didn’t think that things would . . . Escalate.

❋ (Note to self: Vil Schoenheit apparently has a thing for your granny pyjamas. Or maybe it’s a thing for the person wearing them. Who knew?)

❋ To his credit, Vil tries to exercise some restraint at first. Just a kiss. Maybe two. But every time he tries to pull back, you’ll look up at him with unfocused eyes and a soft plea on your swollen lips, making him lean in again with a smirk and a sigh as he sinks deeper into the kiss, into you.

❋ Somewhere in the heat of things, he loses track of time entirely, and by the time he realizes he should be heading back to Pomefiore, it’s way past curfew. The haze of lust quickly clears once he catches sight of the alarm clock on your nightstand. There's no way he's making it back without attracting attention.

❋ He quickly disentangles himself from you (no matter how much you pout and beg for ‘just one more’), and turns his attention to fixing his makeup.

❋ He’s absolutely horrified once he catches a glimpse of himself in the cracked mirror. Smudged lipstick, mussed hair, flushed cheeks, wrinkled shirt — how positively unbecoming! Vil Schoenheit doesn’t get caught looking disheveled.

❋ Unfortunately, there aren’t many high-end makeup products available to him in Ramshackle right now. Sighing heavily, Vil makes a mental note to start leaving some of his own products in your drawer, especially if these romantic escapades are to continue.

❋ He’s almost tempted to cast a small glamour to cover up the evidence. Almost. He’s Vil Schoenheit, after all, and the idea of concealing a makeup smudge feels both laughable and tragic to him. No, he’ll wear the consequences of your enthusiastic show of affection.

❋ He leaves with his head held high, hoping that with his usual haughty attitude and poise, no one will dare comment on his lateness . . . And more importantly, his appearance.

❋ No such luck.

❋ The first person he encounters on his way back is none other than Rook, who seems to appear out of thin air with glittering eyes and a knowing smile. “Ah, the scent of amour is unmistakable! You must have been at Ramshackle, non?”

❋ Vil can feel his cheeks pinkening as he hisses at Rook to keep it down. “Not. Another. Word. Understood?”

❋ He can’t catch a break in the dorm, either. It seems as though everyone is awake even at this god-forsaken hour, lining the hallways, pointing and staring and whispering. Vil grits his teeth and presses on, unwilling to falter when he’s almost made it to the safety of his room. Internally, he’s wishing he’d come in through the back door or, better yet, stayed hidden in Ramshackle.

❋ Finally, just when he thinks he’s in the clear, Epel catches sight of him, and opens his mouth. Vil raises a perfectly plucked eyebrow, daring him to try, and Epel shuts his mouth (he does start laughing once Vil is out of earshot, though).

❋ Once he’s back in the relative safety of his expansive room, Vil tosses his coat upon his bed and heaves a sigh of relief, catching his breath before he cleans up and does his nighttime skincare routine. His eyes flicker to the smudge of your lipstick on his collar with a little smile . . . Though he’ll never admit he didn’t wash it out right away.

━ 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬 (𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓) 𝐄𝐱𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐞.

— pairing; vil schoenheit x ramshackle! reader

— summary; set during the fairy gala, in which he whips you by accident

— notes; please donate to my kofi if you like my work. and know that i am mentally smooching everyone who reblogs my stuff.

❋ As the (self-proclaimed) trainer for the Fairy Gala, Vil Schoenheit takes his role very seriously. Every minute detail matters to him, and he’s determined to whip this ‘potato parade’ into shape.

❋ Literally.

❋ Vil’s somehow managed to get his hands on a thin, leather whip, which he uses to motivate everyone (you don’t ask, but you strongly suspect that it’s been borrowed from Professor Crewel).

❋ Jamil and Kalim are (supposedly) meeting Vil’s (impossible) standards, since the whip is hardly aimed in their direction.

❋ Unfortunately, Leona isn’t doing as well.

❋ Understatement of the year.

❋ He’ll slouch, grumble, and roll his eyes, making it clear how he’s reluctantly going along with all of this . . . Anything he can do to get Vil all riled up. A vein is throbbing in Vil’s temple and you suspect that he’s this close to losing his patience.

❋ And in Vil’s attempt to snap the whip near him for attention, the end somehow smacks you right across your ass.

❋ SNAP!

❋ The sound echoes through the room, and your hand immediately flies to your ass, still feeling the sharp sting. After making sure that there’s no lasting damage, you spin around to level an indignant glare at Vil, teary-eyed and flushed.

❋ “Vil Schoenheit, you big pervert!”

❋ Unsurprisingly, your biggest wish at this moment is for the ground to open up and swallow you whole, anything to escape the embarrassment settling in. You can see the flicker of surprise on Vil’s face, his usual calm and collected demeanour cracking and giving way to a faint hint of pink on his cheeks.

❋ Vil’s eyes are wide and horrified. He raises a hand to his mouth, clearly mortified. "I assure you, that was accidental!" He’s a gentleman, for crying out loud! As if he’d ever do something improper to you, and in front of an audience!

❋ Meanwhile, the other boys are watching the unfolding drama. Leona, who’s been reluctantly following Vil’s orders all day, starts laughing at you both openly. Kalim is wide-eyed, looking between you both with his mouth agape in shock, and Jamil hides a smirk behind his palm.

❋ Crossing your arms, you continue staring at Vil, your glare less intimidating and more of a pout now. “Sure, accident . . .” You mutter sarcastically, trying to calm yourself down. “But you’re on thin ice, Schoenheit.”

❋ Practice resumes as per normal after that, without any further incidents.

❋ But Vil makes sure to be extra careful with the whip whenever you’re in the vicinity.

❋ (Leona takes a leaf from your book and proceeds to call Vil a ‘perv’ for the rest of the day, still snickering whenever he thinks about it.)

━ 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐀𝐭 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐋𝐚𝐧𝐝.

— pairing; none ! just platonic headcanons featuring jack, kalim and leona !

— summary; you ride the carousel with them at playful land

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❋ How Ernesto managed to rope the four of you into sitting on the most over-the-top, kid-friendly ride in all of Playful Land, you’ll never know.

❋ But here you all are, riding that carousel.

❋ Even before the ride actually starts, Kalim’s thrilled. He scrambles onto the back of a black and white cat, and he’s laughing and waving the minute the carousel starts spinning. Kalim doesn’t care if this ride is a bit “babyish”—he’s having the time of his life. His energy is infectious, and he’s already planning another round once you all finish.

❋ Jack and Leona are . . .

❋ Not as enthused.

❋ And that's putting it mildly.

❋ Jack is as stiff as a board, his large body dwarfing the tiny plastic cricket he’s currently sitting on. He keeps muttering about how he’s too old and too tall for such a kiddy ride, and his knuckles are white as he grips onto the pole, his face awkwardly serious. He sticks out like a sore thumb, and you have to muffle your laughter.

❋ But all bets are off the moment your eyes land upon Leona.

❋ The second prince of Afterglow Savanna is stuck on the most ridiculous plastic donkey you’ve ever seen. He has a look of utter disdain, like he’s questioning every choice that led him to this moment. Leona tries to act all cool and above it all, leaning back and crossing his arms, but that just makes him look more out of place.

❋ You can barely keep yourself together. Seeing Leona’s misery is too funny, and it just gets better every time you turn to look at him. You’re coughing and choking on your laughter, and you nearly lose your balance on your own ride – a giant plastic goldfish bobbing up and down in sync with the carousel’s tinny music. One second, you’re doubled over, pointing and laughing; the next, you’re slipping, and clutching at your fish for dear life.

❋ But nothing gets by the eagle-eyed Leona, and of course he’s witnessed your almost-fall. And now it’s his turn to cackle at you, since you finally look as undignified as he feels. He’s savouring the moment, arms still crossed, look of smug superiority — all while still bouncing along on that ridiculous donkey.

❋ And it cracks you up all over again.

❋ Though this time, you make sure to hold on tight.

━ 𝐈 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐀 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 (𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐈𝐭).

— pairing; sebek zigvolt x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you share a first kiss with him and he panics

— notes; this is my first time writing for twisted wonderland please be nice or i will cry.

❋ If you’re being honest, this whole . . . Situation. Is technically your fault.

❋ But you didn’t know he’d react so strongly!

❋ Sebek had gone into one of his tangents about Malleus, and lately, you’ve found yourself oddly charmed by his rants, rather than annoyed.

❋ It’s cute, how passionate he is.

❋ And you tell him just that, catching hold of his arm and standing on your tiptoes to press a quick, chaste kiss to the corner of his mouth. Before continuing on your merry way like nothing had happened, completely oblivious to how Sebek’s currently having a mental breakdown.

❋ You only stop walking when you hear a strange gurgling sound, as Sebek tries to process what just happened.

❋ He’s just been kissed. By a HUMAN.

❋ More than that . . .

❋ He actually ENJOYED it. He really did!

❋ The realisation hits him like a bolt of lightning, and his face goes from pink to green then white then red in about three seconds flat.

❋ What would Lilia say? And his noble grandfather? AND LORD MALLEUS?

❋ Sebek tries to pull himself together, really, he does, but all he can seem to think about is the feel of your lips on his, and he actually lets out a wail. A real, good to honest wail.

❋ “H-HUMAN! YOU . . . YOU . . . WE . . . I . . .”

❋ (The poor boy can’t even say the word kiss.)

❋ “T-THIS IS UNACCEPTABLE!”

❋ He’s a mess. Can’t even look you in the eye (and won’t be able to for a long, long time).

❋ “I – I MUST REPORT THIS TO LORD MALLEUS AND BEG FOR HIS FORGIVENESS ON MY HANDS AND KNEES AT ONCE!”

❋ With that, Sebek practically sprints away, his footsteps echoing down the hall as he flees, leaving you staring after him with a mix of amusement and worry.

❋ As Sebek flees, a horrifying thought occurs to him.

❋ Has he fallen for a human like his mother? Is it genetic? Does his loyalty to Malleus mean nothing to him anymore?!

❋ And he only screams all the louder.

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━ 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐁𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫.

— pairing; silver x ramshackle! reader

— summary; silver finds you after the spelldrive tournament (book 2) and takes it upon himself to escort you home.

— notes; this is my first time writing for twisted wonderland please be nice or i will cry.

❋ After the school nurse gives you a thorough check-up, you’re finally allowed to return back to the dorm.

❋ Personally, you think that everyone’s overreacting. You feel fine, really.

❋ Except for the nausea. And the dizzying bits of light that appear in your vision whenever you move too fast.

❋ Okay, maybe you’re not fine at all.

❋ No thanks to Grimm and his lousy aim.

❋ Who knew a spelldrive disc could do so much damage?

❋ At one point, you actually have to lower yourself onto a bench to rest. Feeling the pounding in your head intensify as you close your eyes, the events of the day running through your mind. Thanks to Riddle and the others, you’d managed to avoid any unnecessary casualties . . .

❋ And that’s good.

❋ That’s when you hear footsteps approaching, quiet but deliberate. You open your eyes, only to find Silver standing a few steps away, his expression both worried and gentle.

❋ “Prefect, are you alright?” He asks in that soft voice of his, eyes flicking over you to assess the purpling bruise marbling your face, wincing despite himself as he takes in the damage.

❋ You try to wave him off. “Fine. Just peachy.”

❋ He’s not convinced.

❋ “Let me help you. Please.” His worry intensifies slightly as he takes in your clouded eyes and the tiredness etched upon your brow. “You helped us today . . . The least I can do is make sure you get back safely.”

❋ Lilia definitely raised that boy right.

❋ Silver carefully offers you his arm, and helps you to your feet. You’re taken aback by how gentle he is, never once complaining at how slowly you’re moving. It's almost like he's a knight escorting royalty, and it manages to rouse a wan smile to your face.

❋ You’re far too out of it to make polite conversation, and Silver must sense that. He doesn’t try to fill the silence with meaningless chatter, and you find his quiet warmth beside you comforting rather than awkward.

❋ When you finally reach Ramshackle, Silver insists on seeing you all the way to the door, going as far as to help you up the rickety steps. It’s only after he’s sure you’re inside and settled that he reluctantly turns to leave, the image of a loyal knight as he bids you goodnight.

❋ With a respectful tilt of his head, he turns to leave, only to pause on the bottom step. “If you need anything . . . Or if you feel unwell, please call for me. I’ll come immediately.” He promises softly, his gaze unwavering.

❋ And for the first time all day, the ache in your head eases.

━ 𝐈 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐬 . . .

— pairing; malleus draconia x ramshackle! reader

— summary; you and malleus make out in the underground waterways, set during the Glorious Masquerade event.

— notes; this is my first time writing for twisted wonderland please be nice or i will cry.

❋ It’s a bit of a local tradition (or so you’ve heard), how young lovers in the City of Flowers will sneak off into the underground waterways to share intimate moments.

❋ And, well.

❋ You’re already here in the City, anyway . . .

❋ When in Rome, do as the Romans do.

❋ You feign casualness when you bring up the topic of sneaking away for an impromptu exploration, peeking at Malleus through the fall of your hair to gauge his reaction.

❋ He looks . . . Intrigued.

❋ Malleus is a prince, and there would normally be standards for him to uphold, but it’s a masquerade festival and with how everyone’s features are all obscured by masks . . .

❋ And he is a teenage boy experiencing love for the first time.

❋ He gives in easily enough, and the two of you slip away hand-in-hand.

❋ Entering the underground passageways, you both feel a thrill in the air. The dim glow of scattered lanterns and the soft, echoing sounds of water create a mesmerizingly romantic atmosphere. There's a sense of privacy down here that neither of you has had in a long time, and Malleus pulls you close, his gaze tender yet filled with a deep longing.

❋ Up close, Malleus looks like a dark prince, older and more sophisticated somehow. With his mask of black lace, all you can see of his face is his beautiful chiselled mouth and strong jaw.

❋ In the stillness, he cups your face and leans in, his lips meeting yours softly at first. It’s a delicate, almost reverent gesture. But soon, the passion builds as the two of you savour the stolen moment. His kisses grow bolder, a blend of ardour and restraint as he wraps an arm around your waist, drawing you flush against him.

❋ Desire explodes through your body as you kiss him back, matching his fervor, your hands knotting in his hair. He groans, a low sound in the back of his throat that reverberates through your body, and his hand moves down your body to your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh through the heavy silk of your dress.

❋ Just as things are heating up, you hear voices and footsteps echoing down the corridor. Your heart drops as you recognize Professor Trein’s unmistakable tone lecturing a group of students about the architecture of the city’s underground canals.

❋ The two of you are quick to break apart, and Malleus is quicker still to launch into a lecture about the history of the waterways (looking incredibly composed despite the display of passion mere moments before).

❋ You’re much less composed, your mouth slack as you try to drag precious air back into your lungs, your cheeks heating up underneath the delicate filigree of your mask. Still, you try your best to follow his lead, nodding and adding the occasional “oh, fascinating!” to keep up the ruse.

❋ And when Professor Trein rounds the corner, he greets the two of you with a smile (incorrectly) assuming that the two of you are there to soak up the local culture as well.

❋ Before the two of you rejoin everyone else, Malleus steals one last kiss, a gentle brush of lips with a promise for more stolen moments like this in the future.

❋ But his eyes are still luminous with desire, firing the already heated blood still pounding through your body.