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𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐘, 𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐆𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃!!!

𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐲𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦’ 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐫𝐦 ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫(𝐬) :𝟑

Started thinking about what pet names all the boys would give you (excluding standard ones like babe/baby and darling and love and stuff) and this is what I came up with-

(Some of these have been in fics I've read bur I am currently sick as a dog and don't remember where, so credit where credit is due!)

Heartslabyul-

Riddle: His Rose/Rosebud/Petal. Might use Strawberry if he can not get flustered by using it

Ace: Cherry (he mentions liking cherries at some point)

Deuce: Bluebell/Bluebird (no clue why I thought of it but this is so frickin cuuute 🥺)

Cater: Presh (originally it was his Diamond, then his Precious, then Presh for short)

Trey: Honey or Sugar if he was feeling endeared, but if he was messing around he'd use different ingredients (egg, flour, butter, etc. Oyster sauce is one of his favourites when teasing too)

Savannaclaw-

Leona: I could only think of catnip, kitten or pillow so pick your poison 💀

Jack: His mate (most people think you are just homies at first bc of it but then they realise)

Ruggie: Sweetpea/Dandelion/other (edible) flowers

Octavinelle-

Azul: Angelfish

Jade: Pearl

Floyd: Shrimpy!!1!1!!

Scarabia-

Kalim: Princess/Sunflower

Jamil: Gem/Albibi (baby in Arabic. Idk much about that one, I've seen people say he'd use it though)

Pomefiore-

Vil: Sweet potato Fair one

Rook would have a new one every two minutes and each time it would be a paragraph in French describing how beautiful you are

Epel: Apple blossom (shortened to Apple or blossom)

Ignihyde-

Idia: Player 2 he'd also use discord kitten to tick you off

(Also Ortho will now call you Neesan)

Diasomnia-

Malleus: MY child of man

Lilia: Little bat

Sebek: TOLERABLE

Silver: Fawn

If you guys have any other thoughts lmk, I'm curious to see what others think 👀👀

How Do You Cheer Up/Apologize To Them After Making Them Upset - Epel Felmier

You regretted saying to Epel that he was "slightly feminine", but you meant it as a complement, not an insult. However, Epel took it the wrong way and yelled at you, saying he is a boy not a girl, and stormed away from you in a huff. You wanted to go after him, but you decided to leave him alone and let him cool off, and began walking back to class. After Crewel's class had ended, you began looking for Epel, so you searched the cafeteria for him, but he was nowhere in sight. You saw Rook, sitting on one of the tables asked him if he knew where Epel was. Rook told you Monsieur Pommette went into the forest to pick some apples. You thanked Rook, and began to leave the cafeteria and make your way to the forest. Further down the path, you noticed the row of apple trees and also saw what looked to be the Pomefiore gown further up on one of the trees. As soon as you arrived to one of the trees, you could see Epel standing on one of the branches, with a basket in his hands and grabbing apples one by one, sunlight shining on his lilac hair, which only seem to enhance his beauty tenfold. "Epel-kun!". You yelled his name, and he jumped in shocked and turn to look at you, wondering what you were doing here. Due to you distracting him, the basket he was holding began to slip from his fingers, landing directly on your head. Collapsing on the grass, you grabbed your head in pain, and began to feel a wet substance on your hand, mostly likely blood. " DANGNABIT!! ARE YOU OKAY?!" Epel screamed as he began to climb down the tree and ran towards you, kneeling down on the ground to observe you closer. "I'm alright Epel, ouch!" You tried to play it off, but the aching pain from your head and blood on your hand was evidence enough that you were not fine. Epel grabbed your hand, and saw the blood, his breath hitching and eyes widening. "BAKA! YOU ARE BLEEDING, AND ARE CLEARLY NOT ALRIGHT! Come with me, I'll take you to the infirmary. You felt an arm wrap under legs, and without any difficulty, Epel was carrying you princess style back to Night Raven.

You both arrived at the infirmary, but saw no staff there. "Darn it, no one is here. Well looks like I'm going to have to treat your wound for you." Epel said as he laid you down on one of the beds before making his way to the medicine cabinet. He came back with some bandages and healing ointment "This might sting, but bare with me okay?" You nodded, while you winced from the medicine being applied, but you bared with it, while staring at Epel, admiring his features. Finally, Epel finished and wrapped the bandage around your head. After that, he put the supplies back, and started to wash his hands. Remembering what you intended to do before, you muttered an apology. Confused, Epel turned his head back, "Whatcha sorry about? It's my fault for dropping the basket on yer noggin." You shook your head and said that you were sorry about before calling him feminine, and thanking him for carrying you to the infirmary, saying you were impressed with his strength. Epel flashed you his smirk and said dang right he is strong, he's a manly man, not a girly girl. Smiling, you said to Epel, "When I said you were feminine, I meant it as a complement, not an insult. I have never met someone like you before, beautiful and cute, but also strong and cocky. You're unique, and I don't care if you are boy or a girl, manly or not manly, I still like you for you."

Realizing what you had said, you turned your head away, cheeks flushed from embarrassment at having said all of this to him. Epel was speechless, his body stiff from shock from what you had said, then after about a few minutes he came back to his senses and smiled at you, while you continue to look away from him. He began to walk closer to the bed, taking a seat across from you. He then leaned his head on your shoulder. Surprised from his actions, you stared at him, but he said nothing, eyes closed with a peaceful expression on his face. You then felt his hand grab yours, interlocking your fingers together, and softly heard him mutter a "Thank You". Smiling to yourself, you leaned your head softly against his, happy he had forgiven you.

How Do They Apologize To You When They Make You Upset/Mad - Vil Schoenheit

Rook glanced at Vil, as he was sitting at his desk, fingers tapping against the table, with a scowl on his face, as he was remembering the events that happened a few hours ago.

*Four Hours Earlier*

"Potato!! I have told you a million times, that is not the correct way to apply eyeliner!", Vil screamed at you, as you were facing your vanity mirror, holding an eyeliner pencil in your hand shakily. You look at Vil, apologetically: "Gomenasai, Vil-senpai." Vil, however, was not satisfied with your response, as he crossed his arms: "Sorry will get you nowhere, Potato. I have taught you this a million times, and you still do not follow my instructions. Apparently, a potato like you is unable to perform certain beauty techniques perfectly, unlike myself." Your eyes were cast down, as you took in all of Vil's words, to the point where you couldn't take it anymore. "S…ut u..", you said quietly, hoping Vil-senpai didn't catch what you said, but apparently he did. "What was that potato?", Vil said, as he gazed at you with an stern look. "I SAID SHUT UP!!!!!", You screamed at Vil, as you got up from the chair you sat on, and got up closer to Vil's face which was shocked by your outburst. "STOP ACTING LIKE THIS DRILL SERGEANT, AND FORCING ME TO FOLLOW YOUR STRICT BEAUTY ROUTINE, JUST SO I CAN BE BEAUTIFUL OR BE LIKE YOU! I CAN'T DO THE ROUTINE EXACTLY LIKE YOU BECAUSE I AM NOT YOU! EVEN WHEN I TRY TO DO WHAT YOU TELL ME, INSTEAD OF ENCOURAGING ME, YOU TALKED DOWN TO ME LIKE I'M NOTHING, A PLAIN POTATO WHO CAN'T DO ANYTHING RIGHT SIMILAR TO WHAT YOU DO TO EPEL-KUN!" Vil was trying to get a word in, but you refuse to give him any access to talk as you continued to scream at him. "I DON'T NEED SOME UPTIGHT JERK LIKE YOU, INSULTING ME LIKE THIS. I'M LEAVING!" After your outburst, you marched your way towards the door and slammed it, leaving a stunned Vil alone in the room.

*Present Time*

Vil was thinking heavily about what you said, not happy about you yelling at him, but also upset with himself that he was the cause for your outburst. "Roi du Poison, I understand you and Y/N have had an argument, but I would advise you both to come together and try to resolve this. I'm sure you don't want to get wrinkles on your beautiful face, stressing about the situation.", Rook said as he looked at Vil with a kind smile. Vil let out a huff, and got up from his chair, thanking Rook on the way out. Vil had arrived at your dorm room and knocked on your door, but he got no response. "Pot— Y/N are you there?", Vil asked as he knocked again, but got no response. Finally, Vil turned the handle and entered inside. He saw you sitting on your bed, with a blanket wrapped around your body like a cocoon. The lights were turned off and the windows were covered by the curtains. Vil felt an ache in his heart as he saw you like that, and walked closer to your bed, and sat next to you. No one said a word, as both you and Vil just sat quietly. "I'm sorry." "I apologize.", both of you apologized at the same time, and looked at each other with a shocked expression. A few minutes when by as you both started laughing from having apologized at the same time. After calming down, you turned your body towards Vil and looked him directly in the eye: "I apologize Vil-senpai. I shouldn't have insulted you like that. I didn't mean it." Vil shook his head, as he moved closer to you, and wrapped his arms around you, hugging you. "I apologize as well Y/N. I never wanted to stress you out about applying makeup correctly and degrade you when you made a mistake. I see potential in you, same with Epel and all the other students here in Pomefiore, but I understand my methods were causing more harm then good." Vil released you from the hug and placed his hands on both of your cheeks, lifting your face up to look at him. His eyes were filled with a warm softness that made your heart beat rapidly. Vil leaned closer to your face, peppering it with kisses and leaving you covered in lip-stick marks. "Hee-hee. Vil-Senpai, that tickles.", you giggled as Vil continued to place kisses all over your face, leaning closer as you both fell on top of the bed, continuing the fluffy kissing session.

Unique Kisses: Pomefiore!

Heartslabyul || Savanaclaw || Octavinelle || Scarabia || Pomefiore || Ignihyde || Diasomnia || Rollo, Che'nya, Neige || Honest Fellow

Vil S. (grab-you-kisses)

Ha, you thought you'll be clever.

As soon as you see Vil walking down the corridor towards you, you know you will have to go with your brilliant idea. You are hoping to knock him off balance and lose composture. Why? Well, you don't know it yourself, but the urge seems harmless enough for Vil to quickly forgive you.

Your pace quickens until you almost bump into him. You clasp your hands around his neck, your fingers lay at the back of his head and gently pull him into a half-embrace, forcing him to lean over.

He hasn't had an opportunity to say anything yet.

You were careful not to mess up his hair or make-up—he wouldn't let you off soon. Your every move is vigilant and calculated, and before you get to the kiss itself, you are wary of anything Vil might use to argue with you about later. You don't change the arrangement of any strand of his hair.

You kiss his lips quickly, just as Vil used to teach you, telling you to correct "sloppy" kisses and return them correctly. You tried to remember each detail as if your life depended on it. Your heart was pounding hard.

Being a diligent student paid off—Vil before you is surprised enough to stop midstep, with a distracted look on his face. If he had a mirror in front of him, he would change his expression hastily. He looked... exposed.

The shyness you dealt with after such a bold move is overcome with the joy that fills your face with blushes as you step away from Vil. You like the expression he's wearing. Throwing him off balance was a great success.

You lick your lips, feeling that a thin layer of his lip gloss remains on your lips.

With a chuckle, you walk past him, only to be caught by the collar of your uniform.

“Do you think you can do whatever you want and then just run away?” he asks, pulling you towards him. Vil has some strength in his grip. When you try to resist his movement, he doesn't even falter. His fingers ghost over your cheekbones until they are under your lips. “Unfortunately, that's not how the world works.”

After that, he leaves, and you know you will have to work for a while to restore kissing privileges.

Rook H. (kissing the hair)

You will have open those books eventually. The exam will be tomorrow, and you've been planning to review the material.

...In your defence, it is too hot.

The roofed gazebo you are sitting under isn't enough to protect you from the steamy air. It is hard to pull your sweaty cheek away from the cold-stone tabletop on which you almost lay down.

You have no idea how Rook can look so carefree, sitting next to you and leafing through an alchemy textbook. His other hand unwittingly plays with your hair, although you feel he was paying attention to that as well.

“How about we tell Vil that the textbook burned down and we couldn't study?” You ask, and his eyes flick your way. You fight the smile that tries to emerge. - “I'm serious. I'll take the blame.”

Rook laughs breathly at your suggestion. There is delight beaming on his face and it is one of the reasons you like being with him so much. And he liked you enough to agree without a moment of hesitation when you first confessed your feelings to him.

His hand is still playing with your hair, but now he is trying to draw your attention to himself. He brings the strands to his lips, on which he places several fleeting kisses. He plants the last one near your ear. He comments something about perfume and shampoo, but you are too focused on his hand, which begins to wander from your hair to your shoulder.

You move further from him.

“Don't come any closer,” you wave a hand at him to lightly knock off his hand. In response, you receive a smile with a shade of mischief. "I'm sure you're too hot to touch and in a very un-romantic way. It's too hot.”

"That's very, very bad," he says, moving closer to you. As if out of spite, he embraces you completely and gives you a warm hug full of love. You sighed in resignation. “Because I cannot resist you.”

Epel F. (dominance kisses)

“Did you get them from someone? Huuuh.”

Epel's gaze sweeps over a big bouquet of roses you were going to hide from him. Your plan had to be quickly changed because he was there before you. And because he came to greet you as soon as he heard the door creak open, you didn't even have time to tear up the heart-shaped note with your name on it.

The roses are in full bloom. The red petals have a scarlet, rich colour and are arranged in a way they seem like little suns. There are maybe twenty of them: all evenly cut and tied with a dark ribbon with a note attached.

You both suspect they were from Heartslabyul students. Was it a sincere gift or just a prank to annoy Epel? There was no answer on the attached card, but Epel could name several people inclined to take the second option in that dorm.

“Yes, but-” You started talking, still somewhat covering them up from Epel's view. You feel guilty. “I'll leave them in the living room as a general decoration. O-oh, or maybe in Pomefiore roses would be more useful?”

“What? You don't have to give them to anyone. They were for you.”

You turn the bouquet uncertainly in your hands, and Epel wordlessly takes it from you. He finds a low vase somewhere and fills it with cold water. Then, he puts flowers there. He has to be careful not to drop the vase because of the wet hands he doused as he filled the jug.

The roses match the Ramshackle salon. They are too sumptuous and contrast too much with other colours in the room.

The fact that this gift doesn't fit here lifts your spirit.

"I'm not worried about anything like that. Don't look so stressed," Epel says, wiping his hands on his pants (Vil isn't here, so who's to stop him?). “You worry too much.”

…That's a relief.

You hug him, and he leans over with you and falls on the couch. You lay still, but only for a moment because soon Epel lifts himself to be over you. His hands are on either side of your head. He lowers himself on his forearms—the push-up training finally has some practical use—to get close to you and kiss you.

A violent, slightly inattentive Epel tries to take all your focus, wrap it in a ball and put it between his lips, which seem to soften with each subsequent touch. And despite the flushed face (whose redness he doesn't want to blame on either embarrassment or effort), he watches you carefully: whether this countenance is different from the previous one, whether are you already getting used to his kisses, what to do to make forget everything else.

You feel a quiet gasp at the corner of your mouth as Epel rises and then, with a soft rustle of clothes against the fabric of the sofa, lays down beside you. You have to squeeze together so none of you will fall off it.

“...Besides, it's nothing compared to the flowers in my town. Do you know how beautiful apple trees can be?” Epel says after a moment, looking at the bouquet on the table. You aren't sure why, but the flower petals seem less colourful than before. Epel's eyes brighten. “When it's time, I'll collect them for decoration... or a crown? Maybe you can weave them into other plants... I'll make you a crown of flowers... and you'll remember it even more than ordinary roses.”

TWST Incorrect quotes#194 Vil Is angy

Rook: I’ll speak French between your legs~*Looks between You and Vil*

Vil"That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever been told…"

Mal: I’m just picturing someone screaming “BONJOUR” at a penis…

Yuu,Ace & Floy: SACRE BLEU MADEMOISELLE VAGINA HON HON HON TITTY CROISSANTS!

Epel*Wheezing, chocking on his lunch* TITTY CROISSANTS-

Vil: None of you should ever be having sex…