❝ 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃! ❞
Being transported into a world where you don't belong. Your world unknown to those you meet. But what shall you find in this twisted place? Love? Sorrow? Family? Home? Or a place where you shall finally belong...
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-Vil S. x GN! Reader
-Genre: Angst, Songfic
-POV (2ND)
-Platonic
-Summary: He never knew the day you would leave would be the day he came home. He never got to say how much you meant to him. He never got to say sorry for how much trouble he caused. And he never got to play with you one last time. He never knew even after all the trouble and stress he put you through he would still be your dearest baby brother.
-Warning: Angst, Death, and Mentions of illnesses
-Italics= Flashbacks
-Bold Italics= Lyrics
- Song: Dear Theodosia & Dear Theodosia (Reprise) - (I'll have to change some lyrics so apologies)
-Word Count: 4018
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Dear Vil Schoenheit, what to say to you? You have her eyes, you have our father's name.
"Papa, (Nickname) look!" The younger Schoenheit exclaimed as he ran to where you and your father were.
You and your father shared a light chuckle as Vil appeared by the door dressed up like your father.
"My oh my, it seems as though our little Vil has a sense of fashion." Your father exclaimed picking up the young boy and spinning him in the air, making him squeal in delight.
