𝑰 𝑾𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒀𝒐𝒖 {Mᴜʟᴛɪ-ғᴀɴᴅᴏᴍ Oɴᴇsʜᴏᴛs} (COMPLETED)

𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍, 𝒀/𝒏 (Vil Schoenheit x gender!neutral!reader)

Just a reminder, every single one of you are beautiful and amazing, alright? Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

I don't know why, but for some unknown reason, my brain convinced me that Vil isn't good with consoling people or comforting them. Rook handles that. It's not that he chooses not to, he just doesn't know what to do when someone is going through a rough patch and seek him out.

(Art above does NOT belong to me. All credit goes to the original artist/owner!!)

🌱Dreary_October🌱
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Vil stared in surprise and worry at the first year student Y/n, who was curled up beside the Pomefiore dorm in the shadows. Their (short/average/long) legs pulled to their chest, s/c face buried in their knees.

'Are they.. crying?' Vil thought in shock.

"Y/n?" He called out.

Their body froze, s/c fingers curling and digging into the black (skirt/pants/shorts) they wore. Vil took a single, slow step forward. He didn't want to startle the first year Pomefiore student.

"Y/n.. are you alright?" He questioned slowly, taking another slow step forward.

The h/c haired student didn't respond but their shoulders shook as he sniffled loudly.

"What are you doing out here?" The blonde questioned.

"You should be in your dorm." He added.

The first year kept quiet. They didn't want to look at their dorm leader. Y/n didn't want their dorm leader to see them like this. So.. pathetic.

"Y/n.." Vil called out, now crouching infront of the Pomefiore student,"Please, talk to me."

Vil hated seeing his dorm mates or any NRC student like this. He hated it when people cried. His excuse was that it wasn't good for your skin but he never knew what to actually do when people cry. Comforting people isn't something he's used to doing. He didn't do it often. Rook took care of that.

But, here he was. Crouching infront of the unresponsive Y/n who was clearly in distress.

Vil nibbled on his bottom lip, looking up and down, hoping that Rook would pass by or magically pop out of a nearby bush. He fixed his violet eyes back on Y/n, and worried when he heard suppressed sobs escaping them.

"When someone is unresponsive, Roi de poison, if it's someone you know, just hug them. Whether you just pull them into your side or hug them properly. Do it."

Vil sighed, moving beside Y/n and wrapped his arm around them before gently pulling them into his side.

He felt the h/c haired student stiffen against him but Vil didn't move. Instead he rubbed his hand up and down their side, and that set them off.

"When they're crying, try not to speak much. Or at all. Just reassure them that everything is okay and encourage them to let out all the tears they can."

"Shh, shh, it's okay. It's okay, Y/n." Vil softly mused, resting his head against the sobbing h/c haired student.

Vil continued with his reassuring words and hugs until, after ten minutes, Y/n's tears stopped falling and only soft hiccups escaped their swollen lips but they still didn't raise their head.

Other than the soft breeze that would pass by - causing the leaves on nearby trees to rustle - and Y/n's sniffles, silence surrounded the two Pomefiore students.

"..are you homesick, Y/n?" Vil softly questioned.

His purple eyes watched from his peripheral vision as the they shook their head in disagreement. Y/n was not homesick.