Unloveable (TWST x male reader)

Chapter 5: Sore Losers ★

I wish to say before we start that Rook will be very flirtatious with Vil it will take a while for Rook and Vil to start being romantic with y/n. Even if you ship them (Rook and Vil) please don't make any comments about it. This fic doesn't ship them and just to be respectful please do try and keep those comments to yourself (Not talking about anyone don't worry but just in case.) I'm sorry if I'm sounding ungrateful or rude I don't mean it that way it's just in this fic Rook isn't a romantic partner of Vil's nor ever will be. And that goes for any ship other than the love interests x y/n. Again so sorry if I'm coming off rude.

Thank you all for the support I love you all enjoy <3

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Royal Sword? Y/n thought, he heard Vil squeak. "R— Royal Sword..?" The crowd cheered.

The Royal Sword Academy students stood stunned. "W— we won?" Neige asked. "Pick your jaw off the floor Neige! Let's go get our trophy!" One of the dwarfs cheered trying to pull Neige towards the announce. "Yay!" Another cheered, elbowing the dwarf next to him. Who jumped "Wha? Did I doze off again?" He asked looking around tiredly.

"We— we're number one... that's nice and all but like this is so embarrassing..." one of the dwarfs whined hiding behind his hair. 

We lost to them? Y/n raised an eyebrow, they had been dragged back onto the stage, the Royal Sword student's collected their trophy smiling and thanking the crowd. We lost to them!? Y/n balled his fists, clenching his jaw.

"You're kidding?" Deuce mumbled standing next to y/n, "Just one vote..." Ace followed in a similar tone. Epel sniffled, "I— it ain't fair! IT AIN'T FAIRRRRR!!!" Epel cried out grabbing y/n like a lifeline. Y/n hesitantly hugged his friend back.

"Now Epel; don't cry—" Kalim started, y/n was thankful the elder was going to comfort Epel; he was never good at this kinda thing. "Or else: I'll cry!!" Kalim sobbed hugging y/n as well.

"Kalim!" Jamil yelled, y/n stood stock still. "You're on stage. Remember to have some dignity! We don't need footage of your sobbing your eyes out."

"But Jamil it burnsssss!" Kalim cried, squeezing y/n tighter. Y/n was amazed at how strong Kalim was; he felt soft muscles on the heir's arms, it made since but y/n was still jealous, or at least he wanted to believe it was jealousy.

"Aren't you upset?" He glanced at his servant. "Oh, hell yeah I'm upset." The dancer tapped his foot angrily. "You're all still on stage. Pull yourselves together." Vil scolded, Kalim nodded wiping his eyes with his sleeves. Epel buried his head into y/n's chest wiping his face with y/n's clothed chest. Y/n blushed as Epel pulled away. He stood taller, y/n's smell was truly the best, he smelled sweet and gentle. The perfect smell for his personality, it made him think about what he'd taste like.

"Stand tall." Vil grabbed y/n's shoulder forcing him to stand straight, "And don't forget to give them a supporting round of applause." He said clapping politely. "You seem to be taking this in stride, Vil-San." Jamil smirked, "Are you used to this by now?" 

"Calm..? Used to this..?" He laughed, "OF. COURSE. I. AM. NOT!!!!!" He suddenly screamed, y/n jumped. "I want to walk over there and kick all those little Royal snobs right off this stage! Someone; knock me out before I unleash a tirade of verbal abuse that will mince them to shreds!" Y/n gripped tighter onto whatever was holding him. "Why, I would love nothing more than to hex everyone whom voted for them..."

Wait. Holding him? Y/n looked over only to see him in DEUCE'S ARMS. Said first year was frozen, a blush on his face that would outdo Riddle. They stared at each other before y/n jumped out of the other's arms. He turned away clearing his throat. "M— my apologies..."

"You— you're all good." Deuce cleared his throat as well, "Y— you alright?" Y/n nodded, "Yeah..." they stayed silent for a moment, "Thanks..." his word went unheard. He was used to it, he tried to say he was used to it. He tried to give the other the benefit of the doubt, he was quiet it was loud the crowd was still cheering people were talking all around them. But that gut feeling reared its ugly head.

*Dro—* no! He wouldn't let it get to him. No! In fact: he didn't care! Not at all! Nope! Not him! Nope... he was allll good...

"Oh, fair Vil. My Roi du Poison..." nope he really didn't care...

*Drop*

Rook placed a hand over his heart, "I must apologize. For my choice has brought you much anguish!" He took off his hat holding it over his heart, "But I simply could not lie to myself..." Vil snapped to look at him, "Huh? What in the world are you talking about?"

"The one most deserving of your ire... is moi." Rook lamented, looking up at Vil. Y/n felt sick, not because of the betrayal but because of this— this! Not only were both men but they were doing this in front of the whole world. Even if one were a woman it would still be wrong! Couples are to only be romantic in private!

"Eh?" Vil's beautiful eyes widened, y/n had to say Vil was stun— no! He mustn't give into temptation more than he already has! 

"What? What do you mean: you're the one most deserving of my ire?" Rook pulled out his phone unlocking it, "Well, you see:" he handed the phone over, "here."

Vil stared at the screen in horror, "N— No... no..." he stumbled. "Whoa! Vil easy there!" Kalim reached out, "Here! Hold onto me!" Deuce ducked under Vil's arm forcing him to lean onto his shoulder.

Turned out Rook had voted for Royal Sword, y/n stared at the ground. He couldn't believe it... he had failed his mother again. He felt the feeling in his chest, a pressure behind his eyes threatened to release a threshold that if released would never stop. He felt like he was going to be sick. "I— I need— I gotta go—..." he ran off. 

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He ran to the nearest bathroom, throwing up in the trashcan. He held the necklace he had grown quite attached to. Rinsing his face, he stared into the sink. Not wanting to go back to the stage. He didn't want to answer any questions, he didn't know where to go.

"Thought you'd be here."

He froze. No way... he whipped around. "E— Eli!?"

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Deuce and y/n's bond has leveled up to level 1!

"Gotta give my best shot!" (Deuce)

"I know you will..." (y/n)

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Word Count: 1148

Hope this was ok. I wasn't too sure how to not make this too boring while still covering all my bases hope it wasn't too bouncy.

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