His expression, usually so critical softened slightly. It was a look reserved for rare earned moments. He walked over during a break, his posture perfect like always.

“You’ve been watching quietly this whole time.” His voice was a low hum that vibrated right through you. He stepped closer. “I’m proud of how you carry yourself lately. You’ve grown.”

A sincere compliment from Vil was a jewel, utterly priceless. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic beat. You saw his hand rise, moving with slowness to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. The touch was electric, a jolt that went straight to your core.

You couldn’t stop yourself. You moved forward, closing the small distance, and pressed your lips to his.

For a second, he was utterly still like a statue. Then, a low, muffled sound escaped his throat, part surprise, part pure want. He gave in, his lips moving against yours with slow pressure that made your knees weak. His taste was expensive and uniquely him.

When you broke away, breathless and flushed, the words tumbled out in a rush. “Sorry-I just… you praised me. And I wanted to show you how much that... meant.”

He left out a quiet chuckle, his eyes kept holding contact with yours.

“Darling… if that’s how you react to praise, I’ll be far more generous with it.”

His palm cupped your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheekbone. Your entire nervous system now foocused on that single point of contact.

“But next time” he murmured, leaning in until his lips were a breath from yours, his voice dropping to a decadent whisper, “allow me the pleasure of making the first move.”

His mouth captured yours again, and this time there was no hesitation. His tongue swept into your mouth, and you melted into him, your hands fisting in the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against you—

Vil’s eyes snapped open.

Darkness. The familiar scent of his own bedroom. The silken sheets were tangled around his waist, but the real disturbance was the painful, throbbing tightness trapped in his sleep trousers. A low, frustrated groan tore from his throat.

A dream. It was just a dream.

He layed there for a moment, the phantom sensations still burning on his lips, the ghost of your weight and warmth against his body. His heart pounded relentlessly in his chest. This was… unsightly. Undignified. He was usually way more disciplined and controlled, not some creature ruled by primal urges and fantasies.

But the ache between his legs was a persistent, pulsing. The image of your pleased, flustered face when he’d praised you flashed behind his eyes. The feel of your body against his in the dream was seared into his nerve endings. He could almost hear your quick, hitched breaths.

There is no prize for suffering, a rational part of his mind whispered. The tension was a distraction. It would affect his focus if he didn't do anything.

With another sharp sigh of irritation, Vil shoved the silken sheets aside. The cool air of the room did little to calm the heat coming from his skin. His hand, slid down his abdomen, fingers dipping beneath his sleepwear.

The first touch was more like a means to an end. But as his long fingers wrapped around the hard, aching length of himself, the dream came rushing back. It was no longer his own hand he felt.

It was yours.

A sharp hiss escaped his lips as he gave a slow, experimental stroke. His hips gave an involuntary jerk, pressing his cock more firmly into his fist. Disgraceful. But he didn’t stop.

He closed his eyes, and he was back there. Your eager mouth on his. The way you had melted for him. His grasp tightened, his thumb swiping over the head, smearing the bead of precum that had already gathered there. He imagined it was your tongue, how you would shyly explore him with your mouth.

His breath became faster, shallower. The slick sound of his hand moving filled the silent, dark room.

He pictured your face, dazed with pleasure. He heard the whispered praise he’d given you in the dream, and now he gave it to himself, his voice a ragged, desperate thing in the darkness.

“So good… taking me so well…” he murmured, the words feeling foreign on his tongue.

His other hand came up, pinching one of his nipples, the sharp bite of pleasure-pain making his back arch off the mattress. He was unraveling. The control he usually had was destroyed, and the raw, hungry thing beneath was taking over.

He quickened his pace, his strokes becoming less refined, more urgent. The base of his spine began to tighten, a coil of pure, undiluted pleasure winding tighter and tighter. He was chasing it, chasing the ghost of you, chasing the release that would restore his precious equilibrium.

He could see it, the mirror in his mind. Not just his own reflection, flushed and desperate, but also yours reflected in front of him. A beautiful, blurry image of shared ecstasy. The vision pushed him closer to the edge.

His rhythm became frantic, his breaths now shallow gasps. The muscles in his stomach clenched tight. He was right there, the phantom sensation of your kiss still burning on his mouth.

A broken, guttural groan was torn from his throat as the climax ripped through him. His body seized, back bowing off the bed as hot stripes painted his stomach and chest. For a long moment, there was nothing but the blinding, white-hot pleasure, a wave that wiped every thought from his mind.

Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he came down. His body went limp against the sheets, his racing heart beginning to calm. The air was thick with the salty, musky scent of sex, a big contrast to the usual clean lavender.

He just layed there spent, as reality began to seep back in. He was disgusted with his lack of control, how could he just masturbate to these thought about the prefect. Yet, as he stared into the darkness, he thought that maybe it would be fine if he just made it reality.

Tomorrow, he thought, the ghost of a smirk appearing on his lips.

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—Your uncanny skill with animals, as you can make a beast freeze or lower its head, is genuinely captivating to him. The fact that nature itself seems to recognize who you are and what you're capable of fills him with both envy and admiration.

—Even so, it's your quiet gaze that lowers the high walls of his heart, allowing you the privilege to see him more closely. Vil is a master of expression; as an actor and model, he's accustomed to controlling every aspect of himself. Every smile, every glance, every tilt of his head is intentional.

—But your self-discipline stops him, because he knows he can't act around you, not even exaggerate a reaction, when he already knows how you're aware of how much truth there will be, or how much will be lacking, in his actions and comments.

—So, little by little, he learns to see you as someone with whom he can vent his stress or complain about the constant pressure. The drama fades as it reveals the raw truth behind his perfection.

—Vil is still himself, after all. He prides himself on his refinement, being able to sculpt someone to elevate their essence and bring their talent to the forefront.

—Inevitably, he tries to correct your posture, guiding your shoulders and positioning your jaw. And, surprisingly, you let him move you without a word. But he only needed to take a step back from you so that you naturally returned to your own posture: that Mihawk-like stillness that characterizes you.

—That made him freeze. The audacity of your action clashed with its naturalness, prompting him to reflect.

❝You don't need my polish.❞ That was all he said to you. From that moment on, Vil learned to study you more in detail than to try to change you, admiring you as a perfectionist would a rare gem.

—As a random detail, Vil began to seek your company during breaks, sitting or standing next to you. There was no need to fill the silence between you with banal words in those shared minutes.

—As for Malleus, fascination quickly surfaced on his face, for in your profound silence he found a certain resemblance to something he already knew from back home. Your stillness reminds him of ancient fae royalty, of his lineage.

—Having you standing by his side has become normal, for he loves having someone next to him who, in a way, complements him. You're both silent, or so it seems at first glance, with an aura and reputation that precede you. Many are quick to judge you without ever knowing who lies behind the words, for it feels right to him to keep himself close to you.

—Malleus finds in you a figure both to admire and to sympathize with. More than once, the fae ends up talking more than usual around you about whatever comes to mind, like the gargoyles he loves. He doesn't expect a response per se, but he knows that in your silence and piercing gaze lies the permission to be vulnerable and to be himself.

❝Your quiet is louder than most men's shouting,❞ Malleus admitted once in the shared quiet of Ramschakle Dorm, away from anyone's peering.

—The new presence you brought felt like a fresh perspective to him. At first, he wondered if the calm that emanated from you had anything to do with the loneliness that plagued him day in and day out. However, as time passed and he got to know you, he understood that your stoicism stemmed from a profound discipline that few could comprehend.

—Being aware that, without the need for actions or words, you felt like any other being, Malleus found himself… close, for he wanted you to see in him someone you could trust in return.

—On those occasions when loneliness and melancholy knocked on his door, simply having you sitting beside him, without the need for words, calmed the fae. Your presence alone grounded him.

With a quiet sigh, Malleus leaned his forehead against your shoulder, mindful of his horns. ❝You always stay,❞ he said, almost unsure of what he was saying himself, ❝even when the world fears me… Thanks.❞

—As an interesting detail, Malleus becomes quite obsessed with the unique way you move. The precision of each deliberate gesture reminds him of the combat-like art from the ancient fae warriors. More than once, he has asked you to demonstrate your sword stance in the middle of a walk. You obligue with a single, fluid motion; all the while he simply stares, pupils glowing faintly. He may or may not ask you to train him…

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.

Ring.

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…”

Part 1...

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so far you've met the headmaster of the school, Ambrose LXIII, with the guidance of Rielle. the headmaster understood your circumstances and talked to you about how he'll try his best to find a way back home for you, and to ease up any of your doubts and concerns he even said he'll promptly ask a student to hand you a report from him of any progress he's made to ensure a safe passage back home for you!

even without having to be an official student or enroll they let you stay in the same dorm as Rielle with your own dorm room as a temporary stay here... and your dorm room was actually nice and well set up! like a hotel room... you were relieved you didn't have to worry about the ceiling cracking and falling on your face for the rest of your nights here.

and to your amazement the headmaster kept his word, unlike Crowley. any report of progress was mostly driven by research but he did mention a lot of Twisted Wonderland's history to connect to any potential gateways back to your world... and this felt way better than whatever Crowley was doing so it was like a breath of fresh air.

finally for the first time ever you've been able to feel like you’re several steps closer to seeing your friends and family back home!... every time you'd think about it you'd get goosebumps of excitement.

during these past few days you've met an enormous amount of friends! most of them being Rielle's while others were outside of the inner social circle but still all of them were friendly or just got along in some way or form, it seemed almost magical. aside from Rielle one of your other closest friends was this boy of green eyes and long, and I mean long blonde hair that usually either dragged behind him or was in a huge braid, he was actually the one who healed your broken arm and wounds with his magical healing powers from his hair! and now you're able to be more active again!

Raps is his name, and he was usually always called upon and under strict supervision by his father whom was a professor there... but you weren't sure if they are related by blood or not since the professor had dark black curls and grey eyes rather than the yellow haired boy's more bright features, but you never really bothered to ask or wonder much. in the end you two got along well and actually had a bit in common! mostly due to the fact that you both can relate to the feeling of being trapped, restrained.

in the end you absolutely loved your temporary stay here so far, you hoped no overblots would ruin your experience... so you never really let your guard down but nonetheless it was relaxing.

we wouldn't be able to say the same for Night Raven College and everyone you left behind though!

Meanwhile in Night Raven College....

it was after classes ended on this cold and grey day when five particular freshmen and a student robot of NRC have been grouping up after school for the past week for one particular reason only...

"where could they be?? we've searched everywhere! the halls, the classrooms, the garden, forest, the shore... it's like they disappeared from thin air!" exclaimed the ace, Ace Trappola to be exact.

"we've looked everywhere Ace, what also irks me is that even Vil has been harsher on the entire dorm since they disappeared." the apple of the group, Epel Felmier, sighed in frustration on the brink of snapping.

"...but could they have been taken, kidnapped?... I'm sure Grim would've heard of any struggle but we haven't even heard from the cat." spoke the wolf of the group, Jack Howl.

"no.. Grim has been avoiding us like the plague and even managed to sneak away from us several times. not sure where he could be hiding now aside from the old ramshackle dorm but-- even yet he always manages to slip through our hands!..." the spade spoke worryingly, Deuce Spade was deeply concerned for your safety and confused over Grim's actions.

"that human!! they've been driving the young master mad! all he's been talking about is where they could be and if they are alright!!... and every time I come back to him it's like the sky and his excellence himself just keeps getting worse and worse!.." the loudest knight of Malleus Draconia, Sebek Zigvolt, exclaimed loudly with worry for both the prefect and his young master... but more worried about the young master's train of thought with how worse the clouds have been getting with the most terrible rain and thunder when each day goes by.

"my big brother hasn't been sleeping at all.. way worse than when he has his game marathons. he's constantly looking for any digital footprint they could've left or even trying to hack into their location but it always overrides somehow... it always says that the device is dead or nonexistent." the younger of the shroud brothers, Ortho Shroud, is seen stressing over you and his big brother, Idia Shroud. "with the amount of information my big brother has been trying to look through it could possibly even make me short circuit."

the entire group was at a frustrating dead end for any clue of your disappearance aside from all your everyday items being left behind and your last known scent to be in the ramshackle dorm and at the very edge of the sea. other than that no one has much of a clue.

well they have been hearing from students that a ship appeared as quickly as it disappeared in the night/very early morning before anyone was up, and that one rumor caused other different kinds of rumors to spread like wildfire. some say you were abducted by pirates, stolen by mischievous pixies, suddenly teleported back into your world without warning, or even... that you have finally left on your own. everyone acknowledged the rumors but they didn't want to think about the reality, the cold hard truth, that you really could've left.

if only they knew how terrible their house leaders took it too.

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(requested characters)

Ace: the ace, one of the first people you've met. he's always been a funny and childish friend, sometimes he made you laugh and cry of joy from his terrible yet funny jokes and antics while other times said antics would get you in trouble. he didn't want to accept that he could be part of the reason why you're gone, which is why he tried to convince himself and everyone else around that you were taken instead of leaving voluntarily... he wouldn't be able to handle the guilt and heartbreak to accept that you truly left. he loved you, he truly cared for you and your well-being-- he knew he had a hard time to express these feelings but you were his best friend! of course he cared for your health! but... he couldn't handle the fact that maybe just maybe... he wasn't there for you enough to stay with them a little longer.

he could still remember the first day that you were gone, you weren't in any of your classes-- the teachers didn't even call your name when taking attendance anymore. it was utterly bizarre. Grim was still in his classes yet he sat far away from any students that knew you and disappeared after every class ended.. it was as if he was hiding something. and he was, but Ace and Deuce had no idea what it could be aside that they knew it was about you.

in the end, Ace is left heartbroken knowing that he didn't make sure to do enough to help you even when you asked for it from them. he knew that all he and deuce gave you was pure and utter trouble.

and he couldn't accept the fact, so now here he is having his friends look for you when he knew that you were long gone without even saying goodbye.

Deuce: the spade, one of the first people you've met alongside the ace, a passionate yet slow boy with a heart of gold. as much as he cared for you too the way Ace did he knew that even he wasn't helping either. he knew they should've done more or at least what you asked of them. but now you're gone, and just like Ace it seems as if he too is in denial about their part in your disappearance. he truly wants to believe that you didn't leave on your own even if all evidence was starting to slowly point to that possibility.

unlike Ace though, he seemed to be accepting it faster than him. he still followed along with the story that you were taken but he knew that after all the trouble, all the overblots, all your injuries-- he knew you just couldn't handle it anymore. after all it was clearly written on your face the day when you awoke from losing consciousness in the last overblot that you were ready to move on and make proper progress to get home.

he just...truly wishes that at least wherever you are that you are at least taking care of yourself with more helpful and reliable friends by your side, something he knew that he and Ace weren't able to do.

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(your dorm leaders)

Riddle

inside of the dorm with pampered red roses adorning every corner was the queen of hearts of the Heartslabyul dorm completely and utterly tearing his dorm room into shreds in pure red rage. 

Riddle Rosehearts was fuming, heartbroken, and betrayed on so many levels that he hasn't felt in a good while. hearing from Cater and Trey about your disappearance and then hearing from other of his dorm students about the ship that sailed here as quickly as it left in the late hours of the night/very early hours of the morning.

he immediately assumed that you were kidnapped and in danger! he even marched to the headmaster's office to report your disappearance with other dorm leaders!... well actually-- surprisingly they all came at the same time without planning. but in the end when approaching Crowley with this question of 'where is the prefect?', the headmaster was calm, horrifyingly calm, and said a phrase that shook him on many levels with his fellow dorm leaders beside him.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left."

"but they will be coming back to say goodbye before they go back home-- if they find a way back home... right?" spoke the leader of Ignihyde, for the first time out of his room.

"unlikely!" exclaimed the headmaster with a smile.

that one first phrase that headmaster Crowley told them was all that he needed to hear, in the moment of processing what he's heard everything was basically fading away as he also slowly but quickly ran back to his dorm room, in tears.

he was so angry, so furious, so emotional, so... he felt as if his own heart had been grabbed and thrown out of his chest. 'why couldn't you at least say goodbye??' he'd think.

he has never thrown so many books, ripped up so many letters he's written for you from himself that he never dared to send or give, and cut up then stepped on so many bouquets of roses in his room with your name on the tags.

wait...

oh, those roses. 

he stopped dead in his tracks with tears streaming down his face as he pathetically dropped down to his knees at the sight of all the five sad 'bouquets' of fresh red roses he planned to give you, now all had their petals and stems broken, torn, shredded, and crushed.

he then realized he didn't have his gloves on anymore... his palms had small yet prominent holes that were dripping red, red as the roses he destroyed. seems like the roses had thorns. 

ahh..he remembers now... 

those roses were meant just for you. 

Leona:

"what do you mean you still haven't found the herbivore yet?..." spoke the ruthless Kingscholar lion of Savannaclaw in a low yet snarly tone "I doubt they could've swam themselves out of here with waters like the ones this place has anyway. you all are likely not even looking right." he huffed as he closed his eyes with his body on the ground of the botanical garden facing away from the hyena gasping for air due to all the running that he had to do to bring the news to Leona.

Ruggie took a few deep breathes and quick pants before speaking "...we've already got twelve other students including the Ignihyde dorm leader's younger brother and the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore, a robot and a hunter, looking around and no one's found them! Howl already tried to sniff them out and all we came up with was nothing much but just a faint smell of them from the shore." he huffed and panted in exhaustion.

Leona just scoffed "as I mentioned before, you're all still probably not looking in the right places."

Ruggie tried to intercept but knew that even if he did it'd be fruitless and gain nothing from trying to correct Leona, yet he was frustrated too and wanted to know where you could be as well.

but unlike the freshmen at least Ruggie has been starting to accept the possibility that you really have left, forever. Ruggie was about to turn and leave to continue the search and try to sniff out any information from other students until---

"Bucchi." Leona broke the short silence with a throaty command for his attention which he certainly achieved with both of Ruggie's ears poking up to hear his next set of words.

"keep participating in the search for the prefect. If all continues to come up dry, then I'll just have to take this into my own hands."

and this time without trying to speak a single word back he nodded with a quick and stern 'mhm' before scurrying off to help the rest of the students. once the hyena was gone Leona then had his eyes look up through one of the many windows in the garden that are presenting the sky's ever growing storm. oh how much he was longing for you.

he could still remember as if it was yesterday, when Crowley told all of the house leaders the news after they all abruptly showed up at the same time.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home!"

that phrase.. he remembered how taken aback he was.

Leona slammed his fists on the headmaster's table "parted. ways?? as in they left NRC?!" a low growl came from inside his throat as Headmaster Crowley contained his eerily calm smile on his face.

"Sir Kingscholar I must insist you to control your temper." he spoke in his usual annoying and irritating voice "It's what they decided and were set on, end of story."

Leona couldn't remember much else after that blow out since all he did right after that was back away and stayed stuck in his thoughts until finally he just left the room suddenly. He didn't listen to any conversations that happened after that since all he could think was 'why not at least say goodbye?'

he finished recounting the moment before he mumbled to himself "I still have too much to say to you.",

but really he hoped that somehow somewhere you could still hear him. even if you probably left them for good.

Azul:

The sea witch of the Octavinelle dorm was pacing back and forth in every corner across his office in the Mostro Lounge. He's tried his best to squeeze out any information out of any of his dorm students or employees about the prefect with the help of his left and right hand eels ,Jade and Floyd Leech, with Floyd being the most productive yet not catching much information aside from the students he's squeezed the air out of exclaiming about some ship that has left in the midst of the night way pass midnight but too early to be morning. It intrigued all three yet it made our octopus pop a few nerves with how panicky he's been.

when he first heard this rumor it made him run to the headmaster's office with the immense fear that you could've been taken. he could remember his glasses slipping off at every bounce he made with each step of his run. he could remember the moment he opened the door to the headmaster's office along with the sudden appearance of all of his fellow house leaders in the same room..(excluding Malleus as usual) he could still feel the sweat dripping down his face, the crazy and misplaced strands of hair from his usual look, his glasses lopsided, and the scarf of his uniform threatening to fall off his shoulder-- of course he attempted to fix every one of these details on the spot to look somewhat presentable.

yet the answer he got from the headmaster was nothing short of soul-crushing for him. he asked a continuous amounts of questions as to why and how but all were dodged by the headmaster and answered with a short,

"it's just what they decided."

now he's just back into his office now diving head first into his work and school. much to his dismay it only kept him distracted for a temporary amount of time and in the dark of night under his covers all he could think about is you, just you.

he truly wished he could've been a part of your world.

Kalim:

the generous sultan of the Scarabia dorm was sulking in his room with his friend Jamil sitting by his side. Kalim was heartbroken over your disappearance and he remembers how worried sick he was at first. he like many assumed you were kidnapped and he was even waiting for some kind of ransom note to appear and he would've paid full price and more... but when he and other dorm leaders came to talk their concerns all they got was the news that you left voluntarily.

he was one of very few that felt that in their hearts you'd come back. one way or another Kalim felt in his broken heart that you'd appear as suddenly as you disappeared and unlike other dorm leaders he wouldn't put it against you to the slightest. he wouldn't hold grudges or be mad at you if you ever came back, in fact he understood why you'd leave and he was all up for making everything ten times better than before just so you'd never leave him again.

"you have to be realistic here, Kalim. for all we know maybe they found a way home faster than they did here, or they found a place where they don't have to worry about the next overblot or what their next meal will be." Jamil tried to be straightforward and blunt with Kalim, he didn't want him to have hope that you'd come back and then actually never coming back. "we don't know and may never know unless some kind of obvious sign shows that they will actually come back... but just don't keep your hopes up. for your sake." Jamil stood up from the edge of the bed to walk towards the exit of the room "I'll be back, I have to make dinner so you won't go to sleep starving."

With Jamil leaving Kalim then jumped out of his bed to open his window, the sky still not clear of the grey clouds and still not dark enough for the second star of the right to show up but still hoped that his message would still be received by the wishing star.

the platinum blonde boy held his hands together under his lips "please please please please.. please.." Kalim mumbled, wishing with all his heart.

"please, may _____ be safe, sound, and happy... wherever they are.."

Vil:

in the dorm of the fairest queen was the dorm leader watching from up above behind the tallest window of his room. clenching both of the red velvet curtains in his hands as he watched a group of freshman and a robot, including one of his own, group up and talk hectically and stressfully to each other. Vil Schoenheit knew very well why this particular group of students were talking in such an exaggerating manner, after all... with what Rook has told him and what he's heard from various students around the school it was most definitely about you.

as collected and uncaring as he tried to seem right now he could definitely feel worry and a kind of anger bubble up inside him. 

'could you really have left?' he thinks.

remembering what the headmaster said and all the bits of evidence he and Rook have picked up it seemed that it was certainly the case.

"they parted ways with us to find other opportunities at finding their home! they felt too bad to tell you all so they just left." spoke the headmaster.

you really did leave without saying goodbye.

he couldn't completely blame you, as silent and busy as he was he obviously knew that his and the rest of the overblots and people that surrounded you were bringing you down. it's why he invited you at times for make-overs, spa days, and everything in between to at least brighten up your spirits whenever he could.

"I suppose all of that wasn't enough for you." Vil mumbled to himself as he aggressively thrashed both curtains he held in each hand inward to close off the view of the storm clouds from the sky, to stop those clouds from taunting him any longer.

that and because he couldn't let anyone from out his window see the mascara dripping down his face.

"Roi de Poison?..." his hunter spoke in a calm and hesitant voice, noting that this isn't exactly the time to try to make conversation.

and he was right "Rook!--" Vil seemed to have jumped, immediately yet carefully wiping his mascara-filled tears with a handkerchief on him. "what is so important that you had to come in without knocking??" he exclaimed as he has yet to face his hunter.

"Roi de Posion... there is something your eyes must see to believe." he seemed to take out his phone with an image on his screen.

"Well get on with it then!" Vil exclaimed before he finally turned to face Rook in dramatic motion, eyes still a bit bloodshot even from the few tears he had.

Rook carefully approached Vil, phone in hand, once he took one last look on the screen to make sure it showed what he wanted to show the hunter then finally faced the screen towards his dorm leader with hesitance.

it was a Magicam account, someone's most recent post...from yesterday..

it was Neige.

but.. wait... that person by his side.. it couldn't be--

why were you in Neige's Magicam post?

Idia:

dorm leader of the underworld Ignihyde, has not been sleeping as much as he should be. of course he's never slept well in the first place but it's just been getting worse since the ramshackle prefect has left.

currently Idia Shroud was looking for any digital footprints he could find, trying to track your location, trying to figure out where you could be. in the end it was all for naught since for the past week or two he's found nothing and basically has given up at this point.

he leaned back against his gaming chair and with a sigh of disappointment, he didn't want to accept what Crowley told all of the house leaders in his office. he knew that there's some kind of trace of you out there somewhere, he felt like it was up to him to find the person who bothered to give him the time of day and attention that he'd never thought he'd get.

the light from his screens were causing his eyes to become dry and almost bloodshot, each blink hurting his mind and his focus. that was until a notification came from his phone.

that's strange.. no one ever sends him messages unless it's in game.

he grabbed his phone beside his keyboard to read the message. how odd, it was from the noob Rook Hunt. what would the vice-dorm leader of Pomefiore want anything with him? nonetheless Idia was slightly intrigued yet annoyed, he pressed on the notification to lead him straight to the new chat with the hunter, it said:

"Roi de Ta Chambre, I do hope this finds you well. A little bird told me that you too have been wondering about the safety and whereabouts of our beloved missing prefect. I may have the answer to your worries here."

below the message was a link to a Magicam post under the name of Neige Leblanc. he's heard of the name but was never interested in the petty and do-gooder lives of any of the RSA students. he cautiously pressed on the link to show a photo, a photo of said Neige Leblanc posing with a familiar face... a familiar face that he now wished he didn't see.

it was you, you were with an RSA student...

"tch..." Idia grumbled as he threw his phone back on his desk before he stepped back out of his chair and walked over to his bed "why did i even bother."

he fell face first into his bed and hugged one of his long yet soft pillows tightly, tears quietly falling down on their own slowly, he didn't dare make a sound in case Ortho would come barging in. he continued to cry quietly now acknowleging that you truly did leave without a goodbye, and left with RSA students no less, and with how you treated him before you left-- he dreamed that he might've had a chance with you.

but he should've known, dreams are for rookies.

Malleus:

the dragon prince of Diasomnia was a strange case, unlike every one of his fellow dorm leaders he actually knew that you left by ship. where to though he had no clue.

he remembers that he came to visit you at late hours of the night at the ramshackle dorm like he usually does except he saw you sneak out with nothing but Grim on your back. he followed you walking down to the shore to see a large ship awaiting for a passenger and what shook him a bit more was that the headmaster was there beside the ship, expecting... you. Malleus watched in confusion as you gave your beloved fiery feline a huge and long hug and some shared words with the headmaster. he was about to teleport himself right in front of you when he saw you walk up the gangplank of the ship to hop aboard but he stopped himself when he remembered about your cast.

ahh yes, how could he forget. he gave you the broken arm, the cuts and wounds, he gave them all to you when he overblotted. he knew that you said you had a chance of going back home but he didn't think it'd have you to go by ship.. and without saying goodbye.

in the end he just watched you and the ship disappear, watched Grim slowly walk back to ramshackle, and watched the headmaster disappear on the spot.

for the next few days that passed he's been mourning the loss of your presence, he's almost casted spells to take himself to you-- to retrieve you and hide you in a tower with nothing but him to protect you... to right all the wrongs he's made. he'd bring you fresh flowers every day and make sure to keep you healthy and happy, he'd do anything to have you back.

but he should've held back, every other person who's overblot you had to deal with should've held back. the headmaster should've done his job. then maybe just maybe you would've been able to be in his arms that night when you left.

in the end he was the only one who didn't ever visit the headmaster for any information about you. he had no reason after all he saw you leave.

after he gets a grip on himself though, he will confront Headmaster Crowley for any information as to 'why' he let you leave.

right now all he could ask is why... why why??.. the more he felt stuck in his thoughts the more the storm outside worsened. at this point everyone could see how he's feeling, his entourage of three tried their best to comfort him but it was no use. the prince of thorns was stuck sulking, and he didn't know how else to stop unless you were back into his arms.

he's also been taking way too many naps now, strange to his three knights yet he knew he did this because every time in every one of his dreams he had you in his arms and walked beside you. he had you all to himself in his dreams.

he saw that this was a better solution than being awake.

⋆ Either way, this boy does not know how to act. He’s going through all stages of denial and acceptance. He’s planning and unplanning how this could turn out for the both of you. He’s anxiously biting at his lip, picking at the loose threads of his blazer. Trying desperately hard to get back on track. Silently cursing(not really) you out for getting him off his game.

⋆ A part of him, a side he keeps hidden, deeply wishes that you meant it with all your heart. Because, he thinks you're very pretty too.

“Prefect, perhaps if you are not busy this coming weekend, you and I could get together.- What will we do? Well I planned a little stroll through the gardens, just you and I of course, and then after, we’ll get dinner- excuse me?…A-a date?! Am I asking you out on a date!?……..Well, if you’d be up to it, then yes. Yes I am.”

Leona Kingscholar <3

⋆ Leona knows he’s good looking. Annoyingly so.

⋆ But to hear you say he was the prettiest boy in all of NCR? Oh boy, his ego is twice its original size. (ha! take that vil!)

⋆ And no, he’s not smiling like a lovesick school girl because of you. Hell to the no. He just saw Malleus fall on his face, actually….SToP LoOKiNG At HiM!

⋆ Does he take your response as truth? Yes. Is he going to bring it up to you and embarrass you just for kicks and giggles? Absolutely, yes. Will he ever confess? ……probably, but first, call him pretty again.

“Pretty? Hmm, I’d prefer attractive, or down right smokin hot. But y’know, I don’t mind pretty if it’s coming from you. Hmmm? Don’t tell me my little herbivore is shy now? C’mon move those hands and let me see your pretty face.”

Azul Ashengrotto <3

⋆ This has to be one of Jade and Floyd’s pranks, right?

⋆ It was in fact not a prank, judging by the two background characters he’s never seen before.

⋆ Okay, it is confirmed that it is indeed not a prank. What now? Well obvi, stage two, embarrassment and quickly approaching stage three, denial!

⋆ Skipping those two stages, because for goodness sake Azul! Get a hang of yourself, man!

⋆ He quickly tries to think of a plan, a contract perhaps. Wait no, last time he tried that, you threatened to hide his cane and glasses. There has to be another way to…to…to….well, he’ll think of that later.

⋆ For right now, Azul is practically glowing in his seat.

“I couldn’t help but overhear, but tonight Monstro Lounge is having an event. Of course, you’re not forced to come, but I’d like to show a better side of me-I mean, my business! If you’ll allow it, that is.”

Kalim Al-Asim <3

⋆ Pretty! You just called him the prettiest boy you’ve ever seen! 

⋆ Kalim is over the moon, Jamil has to go and get him down, and practically bursting at the seams. It takes him everything not to glomp you into a bone crushing hug right then and there.

⋆ But he wants to be slow with how he approaches you. Wants to take his time and plan a nice quiet-Yeah like that actually going to happen! Kalim throws a large ass party, nobody knows what it's for besides Jamil, and of course you're the guest-of-honor!

⋆ All of your favorites are there! Everything you could ever hope for lovingly set out and planned for you. 

⋆ Kalim hopes this will express his feelings for you and show how happy your comment made him. If not, expect to be dragged in the middle of the party off to a magic carpet ride through the night sky.

⋆ You may be marveling at the pretty sky and stars, but Kalim’s eyes will never leave your pretty face.

“Wasn’t that fun! Let’s do it again! -What? You’re tired? Well that’s no good! Come on, let's have a sleepover. I promise you’ll have the best sleep of your life!- But first, mwah! A pre-good night kiss! Don’t worry there's plenty of more where that came from!”

Vil Schoenheit <3

⋆ Smug, if there was one word to describe Vil, it would be smug. 

⋆ Of course, you’d answer with his name! He is the fairest of them all! You were state fact! Nothing but the truth!

⋆ So, why does his knees feel so weak? Why does his face feel warm? And most importantly, why does his heart feel like he just ran a marathon? 

⋆ Well never mind that, Vil will not let your little praise get to his head and mess up his whole routine. And yet, as he readies himself for bed, Vil can’t help but linger on your words. Linger on the way your eyes softened and head shyly turned to hide in your shoulder. 

⋆ And then those feelings return and Vil can’t do anything to stop them. Like acne it infests his heart and turns it to a bloody red. However, unlike acne, Vil doesn’t want to get rid of it..

"My sweet potato, if you ever feel down, feel free to come to me for assistance. I would love to show you some latest skin and hair products for you to try. And I would be more than happy to demonstrate it for you. Hmm? Ace said that your skin has been looking like Riddle’s face? How rude of that unripe spudling, like he looks any better! Ahem, I mean, perhaps you’d like to take up the offer now then? I’ll be making smoothies.”

Idia Shroud <3

⋆ …pretty….you just called him pretty….system overloading…system crashed…pew…pew…pew…pew…sjdpsjsjlaoap

⋆ There's not a single response from Idia for like five minutes. People think he's a literal statue, birds even start building nests on him for crying out loud! It's that bad.

⋆ But once he gets his system loading properly, oh boy, he let's out the loudest, most high pitched, scream, you think he's getting murder(or seeing someone in the first time in months) He's a whole ass volcano fr.

⋆ He doesn't get it. He really really doesn't and now he thinks you're weird, like really fuckin weird. 

⋆ Because he's not pretty. Vils pretty, Mega super dragon boss is pretty, that blue hair normie you hang out with, he's pretty, hell even you, yourself, is pretty! But Idia?

⋆ Yeah, he's scheduling you an eye appointment asap.

⋆ Idia doesn't get you and he never will, at least not yet. He doesn't get what you see in him, why you thought he was the prettiest boy you've ever seen, but for some reason that night, when Ortho was charging and it was just him alone, he could finally look at himself in the mirror and not be repulsed with who looked back at him.

⋆ For once, he finally saw himself as Idia, the prettiest boy in your eyes.

‘A-are you available tonight? Eh? W-w-why?!....oh, ummm, there’s a new game that's coming out and I…I wanted to know if you wanted to be my player 2!’

Malleus Draconia <3

⋆ Hmm, how strange of you. You never cease to surprise him.

⋆ Malleus is used to being called a gallery of different names. He’s heard it all. Pretty being a rare one in the collection. He’s much more used to being called handsome, but pretty? Well, Malleus could get used to that. Especially if it's coming from you. 

⋆ Malleus is the one to confront you right after. Thank you for your kind words, ignoring the way his stomach fluttered and cheeks flushed, and promptly disappearing. He’s not sure what exactly to do with this...feeling. It's the first for him, so he finds himself thinking he might have gotten ill. Perhaps, your kindness is truly infectious, like Sebek says. 

⋆ However, do not fret! Papi Lilia is on his way to do whatever he does best!

⋆ Malleus is surprised, yet he isn’t in denial or flustered, he’s actually at ease. Relaxed really. Because he can finally put a name to this feeling that infects his heart every time you're around. He knows why his heart felt like it was on fire and why his knees felt weak. 

⋆ Because you have infected him, you've been cursed with a disease called love. A disease Malleus doesn’t mind living with as long as he stays the prettiest boy in your eyes.