how bad can they be? [twisted wonderland x male reader scenarios]

["[m/n] knows best"]

[Mother Gothel! male reader X Vil]

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"I can't wait anymore!"

You shot your younger (adopted) brother a ridiculous look as he perched out the tower. You rolled your eyes and continued brushing his long, golden hair. "Sit down, Zeilos, you're ruining my hairstyle!"

"Oops! Sorry, [m/n]," Zeilos sheepishly sat back down, but he could help but taps his feet and fingers in excitement.

"Why must you be so energetic?" you groaned. "It's just school, a lot of people go there to learn and drown in misery. Even I was a victim of it," you couldn't help but shiver at the sight of your Dorm Head, Vil, always catching you at your utmost hideous times.

"Being sorted out into that school is nothing special, it will only determine where you're fit in the most and bear you with trouble," you quirked your lips upward. "Well, wherever you go, it's probably not that special,"

"Why do you say that, brother?" Zeilos looked at you with his most innocent eyes, it made you almost want to pluck it out and use it as yours because of its emerald beauty, but you controlled your deep urges and gave him a small smile.

"Nothing, it's just that it's me. I know a lot, I'm always sure of it," you proudly boasted. "Because as always, [m/n]-"

"-Knows best. Yes, I got it, big brother," you didn't notice how helpless Zeilos looked at you from the corner of his eyes.

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"Gothel-sama!"

"Who said that-" Your eyes widened at that ridiculous nickname, the same one Vil had supposedly given you when you did your first entrance ceremony.

"I had the impression you were someone who strives for beauty and to make everything perfect. Don't we quite click with each other, Gothel-san?"

And since then, no matter how much you pester Vil to stop calling you that name, he never listed and merely patted your curly black hair like a child. Ever since that audacious day, the whole Pomefiore dorm had grown accustomed to calling you such a name.

Didn't stop you from trying to stop them though.

"Vil-sama was looking for you, Gothel-sama," a perky second year was on his knees as he panted heavily. "H-he said that you're needed to perform later for the opening ceremony, something about...um...singing,"

Your eyes were solemn. Singing, ugh, you never did like to sing. But alas, born with such a luxurious voice, you were forced to do vocal lessons, which was major time-consuming. Vil seemed to find it amusing though, as every night whenever there was a chance, he would gladly ask for you to sing him to sleep.

"Mm, please tell him I have everything under control," you flash the second year a pretty grin. "I've been polishing my skills for the better, no amount of crowd can make me nervous," you silently chuckled.

You twirled your curly hair and hummed, eyes flashing towards the ongoing people in the ceremony. No person has caught your eyes except for that little boy who was deemed from another world. So you sauntered down and quietly exited the ceremony, changing out of your robes into more exposed, light clothes, making the chill night breeze into your skin.

You gently rubbed your arm, looking around. No one was around, it was safe. Taking out a small, glowing golden bottle, you smiled and gently drank the content. It was a potion made by your truly, a secret potion with the content of your brother's magical hair.