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Rumors Pt. 2

Vil Schoenheit x Reader

Enemies to Lovers

Summary: Eventually joining sides to take down and figure out who is behind 'The Catacombs' it seems that this blog has its sights set on other victims besides you both.

Warnings: slightly toxic relationship (not Vil!), talk of drinking, swearing

Word Count: 8.4K

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There sat the four of you.

Whilst your phone's notifications were ringing the air, all different tones and chimes, but no matter how they worded or intended it they all wanted the same thing.

Answers. Who was right? Who was in the wrong? Is any of this true?

You eventually all silenced your devices as the pinging was intruding your thoughts alongside being extremely irritating. All was quiet and awkward as each of you could barely focus nor formulate a plan as to how you could even begin to find out who this was or what to do.

The rumor was already dangerous, with news outlets and social media beginning to run with the narrative that Vil was this absolute villain like the ones he played on the big screens, a sociopath who abused his power of being a star. And they were also eager to get your perspective, your side of the alleged abuse and the torment you faced at the hands of this beloved celebrity. Before you both could catch your breath, these speculations about the two of you, whether on your side or not, were spreading like wildfire.

The photos were so incriminating with one of Vil pointing his finger at you whilst you stood there with an exasperated expression. It was the perfect picture for the narrative they were trying to paint and it was all done on the exact same day of Vil acting like a bit of an asshole. Therefore, anyone could have overheard and given an account of Vil’s “bullying”.

One of the main things that was so unsettling was that this ‘Catacombs’ person was so close to you, yet you had no idea who they were or where to even begin with trying to seek out the culprit of this.

Vil’s expression was unreadable as he scrolled on his phone, and to a blind eye it seemed as though he was nonchalant and uncaring, his eyes told a different story. Illuminated and hypnotized by the media coming out regarding the situation and wanting to know the public consensus of the scandal.

Eventually, the dorm leader was forced to put the phone down by Rook, the huntsman’s manicured hand lightly gripping his and placing the device on the coffee table before telling Vil that those people online “don’t know what they’re talking about at all”. Truthfully speaking, Rook had his lines ready like clockwork as this occurrence wasn’t anything new, and whenever something like this happened, it was more important to get Vil to put the phone down rather than what you say.

However, it was undeniable that this was one of the worst cases of a hate train on Vil that Rook in his time of being his friend. As despite usually being thick skinned on the surface, Vil could not even pretend that he was okay. And it was obvious by the actor being rendered speechless and the features on his face hollowed out and he stared into space.

Whilst Rook was speaking to Vil in an attempt to soothe him, Epel turned to you on the couch cushion beside him and held your hand, “I promise Rook and I will be here if you need us. When we find out who this devil is I’ll be sure to give 'em’ a piece of my mind I swear, Y/N!” His declaration, although fierce and serious, made you crack a small smile. You couldn’t help it, it was just a bit funny to see your friend so ferocious and passionate with his tiny yet mighty self.

It wasn’t too long before you had to part with the huntsman and the lilac haired boy as they needed to hold down the Pomefiore dorm as it had been in shambles following the news break of your alleged feud.

“I will be sure to give you updates on how Pomefiore is fairing, Roi du Poisson. Please, both of you, take care of yourselves,” Rook said pointedly, giving a hug to each of you before he left alongside Epel.

You ushered your company out the door, both you and Vil giving goodbyes and telling them to get home safe. As soon as you closed the door, Vil reverted back to his position on your arm chair, but you continued to stare outside the window watching them leave until they were out of sight. And you could blame just wanting them to be safe, but it gave you time to think as you looked at the land in front of you, and the stars occasionally. Yes, you would definitely miss them as they both provided a slight amount of comfort with having to deal with this mystery stalker and broke the ice between you and Vil. But, as you both were left alone one thing became glaringly obvious.

The stalker could absolutely be anyone, and you couldn’t afford to lend trust to anyone except yourselves.

This ‘Catacombs’ person could be watching your movements right now and looking for-

“Paranoid?” Vil spoke, breaking your train of thought alongside the harsh silence between you.

You swallowed a bit before answering, “...Yeah.”

He let out a sigh, putting down his phone once he remembered not to doom scroll as it would only make himself feel worse. Vil knew he always had a tendency to revert to old habits even after being told this tip by friends and management alike. “There are already articles popping up…if you’re curious” Vil trailed off, trying to get you to stop looking at the window. Which he did succeed at as you began to walk to the couch and plant yourself on it. He took a deep breath before starting his next point, “Listen… I have experience in this business which means I have a couple ideas as to how to solve this PR nightmare but they certainly aren’t foolproof,”

You looked at him quizzically, snapping yourself out of your daze, “You have a plan already?”

“Of course I do, who do you take me for?” He asked, a bit offended that you would believe he wasn’t at least cooking up something to save both (mainly his) of yours’ reputations.

“Yeah, yeah I know you’re ultra smart, what are you thinking?” you asked while rolling your eyes, but you couldn’t help but be intrigued.

“We cannot trust anyone other than each other, you are vulnerable to online scrutiny and this is a plan to sabotage us both. I know fans can be ruthless and I of all people know that the internet can be cruel. I…” He drew his breath and continued to speak, “believe that you are not the person behind this. Whatever this gossip blog is, it was meant to divide us. But we are going to do the opposite.”

“So, what are you saying?” imploring for him to further explain his thoughts.

“We are going to subvert expectations, even if it isn’t genuine, throwing the media and the “Catacombs” for a loop. Instead of spiraling and drawing more attention, we will create peace. You and I are going to be friends.”

You nodded but were still hesitant, “...I see where you’re going with this, but do you genuinely believe this is going to work?”

“This isn’t my first rodeo to know what does and doesn’t work. If we were just two friends bickering that were taken out of context, I’m not a villain and you are no victim. This situation will be deemed as nothing alongside discrediting the “Catacombs”. If we get asked by anyone about the details of the “fight”, tell them we have no clue what they’re talking about and that you’re a pretty good friend of mine,” he explained.

He stroked the top of his hat before continuing, “There’s a party in two weeks at the Scarabia dorm and I’ll take you so we can make a public appearance.”

“I’m not exactly a party person and it would look like we’re not just-”

“Will you not be so damn stubborn? This is just for the time being and then we can go back to being out of each other's hair. Do you think I want to be stuck with you at a party?”

“See? This is exactly why they think you’re a bull-”

He clasped a hand over your mouth, putting a finger over his mouth as the blonde listened for something. The blondes’ eyes were steady on the window as he leaned in over the shell of your ear, speaking lowly but still frustrated, “Keep quiet, we aren’t alone.”

You were confused as to how he even knew, but he was already headed for the window, looking at the rustling of the bush directly under the pane. The plant rustled violently with great vigour, as you both waited expectantly for whatever would emerge from it.

Only for it to be a squirrel that began booking it down your yard and through the black gate.

At least you both were on your toes.

~~

It was late in the night, and over the course of a couple days it became routine for Vil to come over. Not because you both enjoyed each others’ company but to discuss your plans forward and rehearse certain things like getting along cordially in public, especially in class. Or reposting each others’ posts on social media but to make sure you have other stuff and other peoples’ posts on your story to make it look casual. It was extremely calculated and fake yes, but you have to do what suffices to make the image you were trying to portray stick.

But Vil decided to crash on your couch as he had an exam to study for this weekend and he knew he wouldn’t be able to catch a break if he was at Pomefiore. Even though paparazzi weren't legally allowed on campus, the school newspaper and other curious, prying people would be hounding him down at the dorm. And by speaking to them or even a slight interaction would cause a trickle-down effect, where it would get back to media outlets.

It was nice to just get some privacy and despite the disfavor you felt towards him, you were understanding as you weren’t the public figure in this situation and were far less popular than Vil. Therefore, you granted him that peace by letting him reside in your house.

But until 8pm, which is when he was supposed to show up at Ramshackle, you stayed almost half asleep, drifting in and out on your L-shaped couch until your phone vibrated twice in a row.

Ace:P

Hey

Can we talk?

You:

I’m sorry I didn’t answer your calls

But what's up?

Ace:

I know you have prob seen what's going on and people are asking me for details abt this whole thing

But I gotta ask

Is the bullying that serious from Vil? Because it seems hella out of character for him

Like ik yall don’t get along but what people are saying he did is kinda insane

You:

It’s not anything serious I swear on everything

But this stupid ass texter completely lied

Ace:

Messenger has sent link

I feel bad because there’s already stories about Vil on the internet

This is so stupid I’m really sorry Y/N

You:

It’s fine, I just want this sorted out as fast as possible since this is ridiculous

Plus he’s already onw to my house since everyone at his dorm keeps bothering him

Ace:

Well it seems yall don’t exactly hate each other after all ¬‿¬

You:

Whatever ur implying stop it, its gross 😭

Ace:

Alright never againnnn

If u need to talk about anything else I’m here and so is Deuce

Oh and have fun with your playdate with Vil ;))

You:

I swear to god I am going to have your head I hate you I hate you

ANSWER THE PHONE YOU TROGLODYTE THIS ISNT OVER

And if it was on queue, there was rapping at the front door and you already knew who it belonged to, it was after all 8pm sharp. As you got up, you thought to yourself as to why the hell he was never 1 minute late or early it’s beyond weird, it’s like he can’t even be a normal person.

But you opened the door and there Vil was holding his textbook and notebook while wearing casual white silk pants and a periwinkle tee shirt with the text ‘Althea’s Garden 1881’ with an illustration of plants and berry bushes. But there was something more surprising than seeing him so casual.

“You wear glasses? Or are those just another luxury item you wore just to flex on me like your Mersache sandals?” You asked genuinely while pointing at his attire.

“Yes, I do wear glasses for your information and these sandals were just what was convenient, L/N,” he said, raising his eyebrows.

“Huh, I thought you would be perfect in all areas, including vision,” you said semi-sarcastically before stepping aside to let him inside.

And if your vision had mistaken you, you caught a light pink blush on his cheeks before he spoke back to you.

‘Maybe you were just seeing what you wanted to see?’

Wait, what the hell were you even thinking to yourself? Vil of all people, I mean sure he was an objectively good-looking guy, but you know you both were as compatible as water is to fire. You shook your head before heading toward your kitchen as he set himself up on your living room table. And you brushed it off as just a random thought and you were definitely just seeing things.

~~

You were counting down the days til Scarabia’s party and until then it all felt so violating to have people who you never knew try to peer into your business. The whole situation made you almost into a semi-celebrity on campus for the wrong reason. People were passing notes, whispering when you came and went, and straight up asking you why you hadn’t spoken up over Vil “tormenting” you.

“So is this whole princely thing a persona?”

“Is he as mean as he looks?”

“Did you lowkey like it? Hey listen, I know bullying is bad but look at the guy.”

And seriously, you deserved better than being questioned from post-its written in Crayon. You're in college for crying out loud who even uses crayons?

You couldn’t imagine how it must’ve been for Vil, it was exhausting enough even for you. But you both held it down leading up to the special date and keeping up appearances, with side by side, friendly interactions. Even “hanging out” casually during lunch and in between classes, was absolutely genius and flip-flopped everyone’s opinion about the gossip, deeming it to be completely unreliable and made up.

And then like Vil expected, the trickle down effect began with online sources publishing these photos, which was the final blow to swaying the public opinion. And as you scrolled under the topic of Vil on social media there truly wasn’t anyone believing that he did any wrong doing.

User 51670945: Turns out this whole thing is just fake as hell wtf

MareM0bbb: They’re legit friends and yall made up these fake rumors abt my baby daddy Vil for no reason…

Flygyallll: I TOLD YALL THAT THESE RUMORS WAS FAKE ASF

User 23094549: As much as I wanna be a hater on him…truth is truth it is what it is lmao

K1wifruit: Huh he always kinda gave mean but I guess this stuff isn’t true at all

Vil continued to research the progression of the situation on his own pristine silver laptop at your house. He clicked the keys, typing on the search bars of Witter, Magicam and other places of the net to give proper analysis of the fruits of both of yours’ labor.

“So, what did you come here to tell me anyways?” you asked, leaning over his shoulder to check the screen.

“I came to tell you that everyone is scrutinizing the source that provided the info of our ‘fight’. I haven’t been checking up on this so it’s good to see it’s falling in our favor,” Vil reported his sharp, lilac eyes scouring the screen.

“Wait, you aren’t checking up on this stuff?” You asked shocked. You couldn’t even sleep and the Wizoogle search bar has been a victim of being constantly used from you checking up on what people have to say about this whole situation.

“Of course not, you’ll just give yourself a headache if you keep obsessively checking. A part of solving problems is patience,” he replied as if it was common sense despite him obsessing over it a week ago. His eyes finally left the screen and on to you, you couldn’t exactly tell but it seemed like the blonde’s gaze softened.

“It seems like you have not rested since this whole thing happened. The blue light of screens is really showing up on your face, you know” Vil sighed, shutting his laptop and grabbing your wrist gently to pull you to your couch.

“Yeah, because I’m not exactly experienced with the whole world dunking on me and some random person I barely know. I feel like shit and I think I only slept like 5 hours yesterday,” You groaned into your knees, finally lifting up your head to face Vil who was ready to scold you but you genuinely weren’t in the mood. How could you sleep when that slanderer was just out there running amok?

“So, what’s the plan now?” you asked, eager to hear what’s next Which caused him to let out a sigh as he looked over at you.

“Rest, you need it.”

“Vil, I’m being serious.”

“So am I, Y/N. I will not tell you the next part of our plan until you get under that blanket, do you understand me?”

And while you were pissed that he scolded you like a child, begrudgingly you put your head on one of the plush pillows gifted by Kalim and covered yourself with a blanket. Your eyes widened at him and bowed your head gesturing to Vil to continue talking and carry out his part of the bargain.

He hopped into the love seat across from you before speaking, “Now, we are in a secure spot and people think we are friends but that doesn’t mean we aren’t still in deep water. The “Catacombs” could be at this party we wouldn’t even know about it, therefore I’m laying down some ground rules. No arguing, we get along a bit for appearances, and then we can split and never talk again,” Vil said, standing up and pacing as he spoke.

“Ah, and one last thing; don’t do anything stupid,” he finished, pointing a gloved hand at you.

“Thanks for having a lot of faith in me, Vil. I hope you do the same,” you huffed, far too comfortable at that point to argue back aggressively. And in the blink of an eye, you went from bickering to already being fast asleep.

~~~

It was the biggest night yet not just for you and Vil but for the entirety of Night Raven, with Kalim promising that it would be the “party of the century” and that “you absolutely had to come”.

You spent a ridiculous amount of time getting ready as let’s just say, you’ve been on a dry spell for god knows how long. Of course this party was for appearances, following Vil’s plan but… to say you have been lonely would be an understatement and this party was the opportunity of a lifetime to get to know someone outside of class. As you stared in the mirror and went to apply a final spray of your favorite perfume, your phone vibrated a text from not Vil but someone who you have been waiting for for hours.

Hermes:

Lmao, that’s crazy

Was wondering if ur heading to Scarabia’s rager or nah?

Yes, he did leave you on delivered for eons but you genuinely really liked this guy and wanted to make it work. And just as you were about to answer, another message popped up from your favorite person ever.

Vil:

Are you ready?

Waiting outside for you

You:

I’ll be out in a sec u can just come through the front it’s unlocked :P

Vil:

You know you shouldn’t leave your doors unlocked

Something could have happened to you

You:

Yeah but it’s not is it?

Plus I got you, a hella strong wizard as my bodyguard

Vil:

I’m not your bodyguard.

And you need to be better about being less careless

As he sent that last text he opened the door, ensuring he locked it behind himself. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you were kind of filled with excitement for this party. You made the last finishing touches, you stepped back from your vintage vanity that Crowley bought you as a gift from a probably shady garage sale. Your eyes traced yourself up and down and even you knew that you looked amazing-

“Are you ready yet or not?!” you heard from downstairs. The hypocrisy from the queen of getting ready is insane but you speed up putting on your shoes and getting downstairs to Vil.

Before you could get a good look at him you began to scold him as you descended down the creaky wooden steps, “I don’t know why you were rushing me you came like, 2 minutes ago?”

“Actually it was more like 15 minutes ago, like always your eyes were not on the clock at all,” he replied, turning around to face you fully.

“W-”

But before you could speak, your eyes met his face. And although you couldn't see his eyes due to his slim sunglasses, this look, no himself and his clothes were absolutely stunning. One thing about Vil that even you could admit to yourself is that you can call him a bit cold, calculated, or blunt, but never ugly. And it was oh so apparent tonight.

He wore looser fitting dress pants with a slim tux outlining his silhouette of his shoulders, his tie was a beautiful, eye-catching lavender and his jewelry adorning his hands and ears was silver with diamond highlights. He looked runway ready. The flawless, handsome and untouchable image of Vil Schoenheit that people look up to, not the annoying guy that is your number one hater.

The blonde took off his slim, blacked out shades to look at you and he hummed and put the glasses back on, which left you confused.

“What?”

“Your outfit isn’t…terrible,” he remarked looking at you up and down.

“Wow thanks, I don’t know if you know but not everyone can dress head to toe in designer,” you replied sarcastically.

“And this is what I get for being nice to you,” the blonde sighed, heading over to the front door of your abode.

“That was not nice, you were being shady as hell,” you pointed out while rolling your eyes.

“Me? Shady? Never,” Vil said, a smirk reaching his lips as he pressed a hand on the small of your back, giving a light push, “C’mon, spud.”

“...I know you did not just call me a fucking potato right now.”

~~~

The walk to Scarabia surprisingly wasn’t too long and strenuous especially because it seems like Vil and you were doing better? It sounded strange and completely unnatural but you had a couple of good moments between one another on the way there.

“Just curious, but how can you brush off the hate all the time?” you asked while walking on the stone pavement away from your house.

“Good question, I see online hate as being unreal. Everyone is just looking to say something but in person it can be a bit difficult… Especially the situation we’re in now,” he finished but he started to pick it back up after some silence. “I see NightRaven as a place where I’m a bit farther from the spotlight and instead of focusing on my career I’m a student not an actor. Not everything is about my next role or the execution of this scene, this is kind of like a break. And I want people to know that I would never hurt someone like that, and now people at this school think I’m some damn monster.”

You tried to figure out what to say, you expected some curt answer especially from Vil and not a whole dissertation on his life. Granted you did know more than you lead on about his past and how he feels about acting but still, it caught you off guard.

“Well…” you started off and immediately he looked at you dead on, “I think that people know you’re a good guy, us going to the party and getting our mingle on together and will prove that there is nothing crazy going on, you're not some mean weirdo.”

He surprisingly started to giggle at your reply, “Getting our mingle on? Are you being serious?”

“Of course I am, you never know who will make an appearance, man! Hey, maybe Kalim has a secret, hot cousin that’s also a gazillionaire like him?”

And to your shock, your jokes were making him smile, “Hmm, I see you only date within your tax bracket?”

“Just when I thought you stopped being shady.”

“What?” Vil fake questioned, placing a hand on his chest, “So you’re saying L/N is that you’re not a gazillionaire? Would have never guessed.”

And before you knew it with a couple more rounds of bickering, you already were in front of the portal to teleport you to the Scarabia dorm.

~~~

Kalim did not lie when he said that this would be the “party of the century” since as soon as you stepped through the portal you could already hear the music and cheering from all corners of the Scarabia dorm. It seemed like there were two sections of where this party, both on the red velvet lined floor and polished stone outside and inside. And both sections were going absolutely wild with excitement.

Following the white haired boys’ orders over text, you both headed to the main doors of the dorm where they were wide open to anyone who wanted to enter. There was a tremendous amount of people upon every inch inside, the music was bumping so loud but you could still hear the excited yells of people inside, and with strobe lights in every corner it gave color to the dance floor.

You texted Kalim that you were both here only to see a…double text from Hermes!

Hermes:

Hey

Where you at can’t find you lol

You turned to Vil and began freaking out, during your walk you decided to tell him about your little situationship as you had been thinking about it all day and after all he spilled his guts about his own personal life. You and him at the same party sets the perfect mood for the story you’re going to tell your friends as to how you both became official and introducing him!

Only for Vil to go in with a hammer and crush your dreams once you let him read your texts from the 7 months of talking between each other.

“He’s not interested in you,” the blonde said, flipping through your phone.

“You’re crazy! Just look at this then,” you replied, taking your phone back searching to find the multiple texts of him flirting with you and hinting at being in a relationship with you.

You placed your proof right in front of his face and he smiled and shook his head, “You have no idea how guys are, potato.”

“This isn’t my first rodeo Vil, I know the signs and I know how ‘guys are’” you said, quoting the air.

“Let me tell you something, yes he thinks you’re cute but he’s not genuinely into you. He’s making these promises to draw you in,” he replied, his face continuing to look at the path in front of him.

“Well he’s fine as hell and it’s just a fun little thing I’m trying Mr. I Have No Faith.”

“I gotta go, he’s looking for me!”

The actor grabbed your shoulder and leaned into your ear, stopping you from running away, “Oh no you don’t, we had a deal to stick together during this thing for a minute and then we can split.”

You spoke low like him so people didn’t overhear your plan, “I’ll come back later I swear, Hermes is asking for me right now and I don’t want to keep him waiting. Plus people have already seen us come together,” and so you slipped away easily into the crowd texting back the apple of your eye lightning fast.

You:

I’ll be on the main balcony u can’t miss it lol

Perfect, nonchalant enough so that he doesn’t think you’re desperate but show you care just enough to see him.

Hermes was a basketball player attending Night Raven, belonging to the Savannaclaw dorm. He was probably one of the most good looking guys that you knew, his dark brown locks with highlights, gorgeous tan skin and blonde fox ears crowned the top of his head. You both met at one of his basketball games and as you were talking to Jamil, Floyd and Ace he pulled you aside and asked for your number!

Yes, your friends grimaced at the sight and told you not to entertain it because he’s “not a good guy” but what’s the harm in a bit of fun?

But you got attached.

And he wasn’t at all, but you thought you could maybe make him feel the same about you. And honestly you thought it was working with the promises and flirting he would whisper in your ear. He was eager to see you and you saw that as proof that this night was your chance to do it and tell him how you really feel.

It was a beautiful night, the moon was so full and beautiful, the moon beams made the lights within the dormitory feel so insignificant in comparison. The chilling air brushed your skin, and whilst it gave you goosebumps it was a drastic relief from the stuffy air inside. You stared out, your eyes darting from the people below, then to the miles of sand that extended beyond the property. You were so hypnotized by the sight of sand swirling and people that you didn’t notice that you weren’t alone.

“Hey,” you heard from behind, you knew exactly who it was. Your heart stuttered at the sound of his voice and you felt like you were going to throw up out of nervousness once your eyes turned to meet him. To say he looked amazing was an understatement, his bright caramel eyes pierced yours as sauntered. His tie was untied and his dress shirt unbuttoned, exposing his chest and collarbone to you.

“Hey, it’s uh, been a while since I’ve seen you,” you replied, trying to stay cool at the sight of him despite your heart contradicting your wishes

He hummed in agreement as he eased on the gate of the balcony beside you, “Yeah, I’ve just been hella busy. What about you though?”

You chuckled, “Yeah I’ve been swamped with stuff, like saving the whole school from the S.T.Y.X invasion stuff and just working.”

He barely even reacted to the info you were telling him, but his gaze remained on you almost like you were a prey animal. And to your dismay you failed to notice and were looking at him quite the opposite. Yes he wasn’t a guy of many words but you actually really liked him, he was just a good listener, this wasn’t just for a potential booty call, this was about wanting something more.

You disrupted his lustful gaze with a question, “Hey…I was wondering if maybe you would like to get food or coffee sometime? Texting is great and all but I think it would be nice to just hang out with you.”

And it was like a damn lightswitch the beastman’s mood changed, “Wait, are you asking me on a date?”

“I mean if you want it to be,” you said, thinking that this was going incredibly smoothly.

He let air breathe out in a chuckle before continuing, “Listen, I genuinely don’t know what you thought this was gonna be. But I don’t do dates with flings like this, I’m kinda a…,” he snapped his fingers to remember the words, “no strings attached kinda guy, sorry.”

How could you be a “no strings attached” kind of guy when you said you’d love to see me more often in classy outfits and that you looked stunning? Or that playing video games would be even more fun if it was in real life with you beside him? Taking every opportunity during class to sit next to me everyday? When he said that he had never felt so comfortable with anyone else? But in you couldn’t voice any of those thoughts and instead listened to what he had to say, it was as if your lips were glued stuck and you were paralyzed.

“If you wanna fuck I’d be totally down n’ you could hit my line but other than that I’ll see you around,” he said, walking away from you and holding up a peace sign. And with that, he was out of your line of sight.

You were too stunned to cry or formulate words, and as soon as you knew you wouldn’t encounter him right outside of the opening to the balcony you began walking. Walking to where? You didn’t exactly know, you just felt your feet carrying your body around the party. You didn’t care about anything at the time and you silenced your phone and decided that you could just check it later. Feelings that if you heard any more notifications you would just snap. Within your ribcage, your heart was doing backflips whilst your stomach felt empty whilst fluttering making a concurrent, horrible mess within you.

And in an attempt to convince yourself that you didn’t care about what you just went through, you found yourself in the kitchen. There were only two people in the kitchen itself whilst everyone else was seated or near the tables within it. Your eyes landed on the smuggled liquid courage placed on the kitchen counter that was enticing you. So you decided to drown your sorrows and drink some to forget, and then some more.

The drink was far different from those from Earth’s, it hit like the purest of alcohol and warmed your throat but it had such a delicious taste that you ended up filling your entire cup over and over again.

And you definitely felt better than ever, yet couldn’t remember a single thing past that moment.

~~~

He never really cared for parties too much, as before Nightraven he had to attend one almost every week to mingle and socialize with others to aid his own career. But Vil knew that it was best for himself and you to go to this party to hold down the image of you two being friends. Until you spoiled the damn plan to see your new boytoy and to say that he was upset would be an understatement.

Vil’s expression soured behind his skinny, dark shades at the thought of you with that man, he didn’t care of course what you did, but he had enough brain power to know that he wasn’t into you besides a quick fuck. And over the past couple of days of being around you, growing into acquaintances, and witty banter between you too that he could feel sorry about you falling for this situationship you found yourself in.

Eventually enough time passed for him to grow concerned over where the hell you could be since you did say you just came to “talk” to him. And either you’re having the time of your life somewhere with this Hermes guy or you could be in big trouble. So he decided to call your phone number from your texts exchanged between each other, as he hadn’t given you a contact yet.

Ring.

And the only thing in his ear was an automated robotic voicemail, rather than you. And with a text asking you where you were at, the blonde went on to search for you. He left one of the many common rooms of Scarabia to head to the dancefloor, immediately thinking that you most likely got something to drink or wanted to socialize down there.

‘There is no way in hell that exchange went well between them,’ Vil thought as he walked by, he let his strides be long to avoid conversations with other people. He had to know why you bailed and weren’t answering your phone, making him search through an ocean of bodies to find you.

It wasn’t until a couple minutes of him gazing through the crowd before something crashed into his back, he quickly turned around to see who pushed into him like that. And it was like the Great Seven heard his prayers for help, it was exactly who he was looking for.

Due to being a veteran of attending parties whether they be lavish balls from a high profile actor or ragers hosted from some nepo baby milking every inch of daddy’s money, Vil immediately knew just by looking at you for a split second that you were drunk. And you abandoning the plan alongside you being drunk off your ass leaving both of you completely vulnerable to whoever was in here? Pissed wasn’t enough to describe how he felt.

Vil took your side, his arm going around your back to hold your right upper arm to silently guide you out of this crowd to a possibly free room in the Scarabia dorm. As a dorm leader he knew that every dorm had separate spare rooms in the west wing so he could keep you there so you could sober up.

Eventually, he quickly found one of them on the outside hallways, he knocked and waited a couple seconds before opening the door. Once opened, there sat a bed with a red, patterned blanket, oak vanity and small bathroom. And most importantly, no windows for anyone to sneak pictures of you two. You sat yourself on the bed whilst Vil paced around slightly, you on the other hand were suffering from heavy brain fog and dizziness. As Vil paced he was thinking of so many what ifs, what if someone saw you both head into this room alone? What type of narrative would that create about you? He couldn’t afford a dating scandal especially now after he had already gotten lawyers involved with some of the spiraling rumors the media ran with after the “bullying” thing-

“Are you…mad at me, Vil?” you asked in a meek voice, which is when he got a really good look at the state you were in.

That meeting definitely did not go well, the light in the room in contrast to the colorful lights on the dancefloor revealed the tear streaks on your face and the clumped lashes from crying. He readied his mouth to give some sort of retort only to be silenced, you were already going through enough and he didn’t need to pour salt in the wound.

He sighed before answering, “A bit, but I was just…worried as to where you could have been.”

Vil allowed some silence before asking the big question, “So, I take it that your talk with him didn’t go very well.”

“I-It didn’t, and I know you told me that he was playing me and I didn’t listen but I was just,” you allowed yourself to catch your breath amongst the tears, “I thought that…it w-was gonna work out after what he told me. No one has told me that I’m amazing or beautiful or pretty smart and I should’ve known he was just s-spitting bullshit.”

“What he said wasn’t bullshit, but he himself was,” Vil started, untying his tie before sitting next to you on the bed, “My father used to tell me to be careful of people, as sugar and salt look the same, everyone has fallen for this type of thing and you aren’t the first or nor the last. And you also need to recognize this doesn’t mean that you’re ugly or stupid, just a bit naive.”

“...I guess you’re right,” you replied.

“I know I’m right, I’m right about almost everything,” Vil smirked, hanging his shades on the neck of his shirt.

“Oh yeah right, pretty princess” you slurred before hiccuping.

“Pretty princess? And who are you referring to?”

“You duuuh, you gave me the nickname potato so I had to come up with something back,” you shrugged. And surprisingly instead of being upset, you got a giggle from the blonde.

“I guess I deserved that one, pretty princess it is, potato,” Vil said, putting a hand through his hair to straighten it out.

You gave a small, light punch to his chest before telling him to shut up which ended up tickling him. It honestly felt like slow motion in this state, like your chest was bubbly and your head was on cloud nine and you had almost zero control over your body. Your mini back and forth squabble eventually resulted in your hand resting on his thigh, you laid a pointer finger on his cheek before slurring out, “You know, y-you’re pretty all the time. But you’re extra pretty when you’re happy.”

And with that statement, you laughed so hard that you laid back on the bed which was so comfortable that you ended up passing out. But Vil on the other hand had felt a bit flustered over your compliment, it wasn’t the first time anyone has said something like that and it truly was nothing in comparison to certain thirsty posts people have made about him. But it just felt…different.

On a separate note, Vil had finally gotten intel over what you had drank as apparently up until fifteen minutes ago was the only drink available besides soda and punch, Ambrosia’s Embrace. A magical liquor that is extremely potent, tasty, and once you get one sip your body demands (Sobering doesn’t take long) more. Because of that, it’s constantly out of stock since it “always makes a party fun”. And luckily for both him and you, one of the side effects is that it makes you forget when you’re sobered up, so once you wake up from your nap a good chunk of your dignity could be saved.

~~~

It had been about twenty minutes since you laid to rest, and Vil, despite his eyes being trained on his phone checking social media, was still thinking about what you said. He just couldn’t tell if you were just being nice or were you flirting with him? And did you even mean it if you were under the influence, or maybe you had hallucinated your situationship instead of him?

Eventually you stirring in your sleep resulting in you waking up and snapped Vil from his thoughts. With your eyes closed, too tired to open them just yet you began feeling around on the plush bed. Eventually your eyes met the back of someone wearing a black suit and you were horrified until Vil turned around, his lilac eyes meeting yours.

“Did you sleep well?” he asked. You looked around, realizing you were in an unrecognizable bedroom and his tie was undone, his tux was off and a couple of his buttons were unbuttoned exposing his smooth chest to you. “Oh my god…did we-?” you asked, horrified and backing into the corner of the bed.

“Absolutely not,” Vil said, shutting down the idea immediately and began fixing his clothes to look presentable. “You got completely wasted and I took you to one of Scarabia’s spare bedrooms for you to sober up. And for your information, I would never take advantage of someone under the influence.”

You were completely stunned and then began to be disappointed and embarrassed with yourself as your memories of before you got drunk flooded your head. The confessional to Hermes and that leading you to get drunk off your ass was definitely that will replay in your brain before sleep when it decides to showcase your top 10 most embarrassing moments of all time. Out of embarrassment and not wanting to make eye contact, you turned on your phone and began inspecting just in case and turned your ringer back on, and surprisingly you had a good amount of text messages asking where you were and that they wanted to see you but none from that fox eared man from Savannaclaw.

You didn’t exactly know what you expected to hear from him, but you were expecting at least something only to be disappointed once again.

Vil took pity in your expression however and kneeled down silently, putting your shoes back on for you.

“You don’t need to do that, Vil. I don’t know if you know this but I’m a grown up that could put on my own shoes,” you chuckled, half joking. But to say you didn’t care and weren’t unfazed by him being close to you like this would be a complete lie.

“One of the attachments on this thing came undone as it wasn’t fastened right, you could have fallen so I’m doing it for you” he said before finishing, standing up and giving you a hand. You took it and checked yourself in the mirror to see if you needed any more touch ups.

“...My apologies if you didn’t want me to fix them, I’m a bit of a perfectionist,” Vil said, his back facing you before he held open the door for you.

You slithered past him to stand outside the door to look at him, “Woah, Vil Schoenheit apologizing? Is this an alternate reality?”

“Don’t get used to it potato,” he replied before following after you but not before closing the door.

The cool breeze of the outside immediately bit at you both, but at the same time was soothing in contrast to the semi stuffy spare room. Your feet both clicked on the pavement until a new sound chirped from both of your phones, making you look at each other with wide, knowing eyes. Scared yet eager you checked the message, it was a new five digit number ‘90234’ but you already knew who it was and you immediately felt sick.

‘This just in, Ruggie Bucchi is so poor he digs through all sorts of trash! His favorite being Scarabia’s and Pomefiore’s but one of his primary targets is his own head dorm leader and right hand man, the royal Leona Kingscholar. And word on the street is that the sneaky hyena has been stealing from Leona for months but also stole the Great Lion’s Mane statue which is an heirloom to the Kingscholar family and was planning to pawn it! But hey, what are friends for right? See the voicenotes below to listen to what he has to say and some pictures of him using his grubby little hands doing what he does best -The Catacombs’

And although you felt guilty for this, the sight of the text message not being about you and Vil was the slightest bit relieving and you could see it in his eyes that he felt the same. But was it true that Ruggie would do something like this? It had to be a misunderstanding, right?

Before you could open your mouth to ask Vil, you were cut off by a loud “What?!” The exclamation sounded like a lion’s growl mixed with english, it could be heard and felt for miles with the vibrations reverberating your feet and chest. You both ran from the outside hallways of Scarabia to the inside, bearing witness to the situation on the dancefloor from upstairs. And whilst you wanted to intervene between the two, Vil grabbed your arm and shook his head. He knew better than you that if you went into the crossfire between the two, it would just make it worse.The dance floor made a large circle to give room for what was about to go down between the two beastman, with some having their cameras ready or just fixated in the moment.

“You motherfucker I’m going to kill you!” Leona growled, attempting to lift the numerous arms of other Savannaclaw members holding the beastman back from tearing Ruggie in two.

“Leona, listen to me I swear on my family, the Great Seven and my own life that I didn’t do anything to that-” Ruggie pleaded loudly as tears began welling in his eyes.

But unfortunately for Ruggie, Leona was far too strong in this moment for anyone to restrain him, eventually being able to clear all of the arms of the members of his dormitory, including Jack. Despite the white haired boy urging him to step away, his pleas landed on deaf ears. His claws tore into Ruggie’s shirt, ripping it and drawing light hints of blood and lifting the hyena beastman off the ground and making his forehead meet his own.

“You steal from me…but when you touched that damn statue, you have stolen from my family, from my father. You’ll steal from a dead man, you pathetic piece of shit?” the lion beastman spat at him venomously, his emerald eyes illuminating and his pupils shrank as he stared into Ruggie.

The dirty blonde struggled against Leona hold, his hands gripping into his arms that made him dangle off the floor before barking out, “You’ll believe a damn text message and some pictures before you believe me?! And I’ve stolen from you but not that fucking statue, you know as that I know how much it means to you!”

It was apparent that Leona was losing his mind after he chuckled and shook his head before his face contorted into an angry expression.

“Playing me for a fool and using me for months, you’re lucky I don’t turn you into grains of sand right where you stand. I hope you know you’re just like the damn trash you collect,” he said before throwing Ruggie to the ground, “get the hell out of my sight you fucking worthless mongrel.”

Ruggie grabbed his jacket before running out the front door, the sea of people making clearance for him. Multiple people were tempted to go after him to possibly talk to him, but were afraid of the wrath of Kingscholar.

And despite your plan being executed well after posting one another on social media like the “besties you are” and not being the target for tonight, it seems that the Catacombs were determined to take down multiple people and not just you both.

~~~

Coming up on Part 3

“It’s either we find out the culprit or I’m banished from the Afterglow for however long he wants and kicked out of school.”

“This is going to ruin our business, what are we going to do?!”

“The location of the messages…it leads back to…”

~~~

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A/N: Hey everyone, again really I'm sorry for the late update I've just been caught up with school and my personal life but I'm so happy to post this as its been sitting unfinished for a while. I love yall so much and thank you for reading and supporting Rumors :D💞💞

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