Twisted Wonderland little space / regression oneshots <3

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(( two in one night again!? I'm on a roll! But I definitely wasn't kidding when I said I'm absolutely a sucker for little Vil- little baby has my heart and so here we are again! Even tho it's a wee bit shorter, Enjoyyyy!))

Cg = Rook
Little = Vil (2-4)

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Vil was almost always an energetic and happy little. He loved his daddy and he loved playing! But there was one thing. He tended to be what some call "a nap time nightmare". He hated naps. He hated the whole concept of even the mention of the word. Usually it was easier to let the little one put himself down. But in some cases that didn't work.

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From colors, to cuddles, to dress up, to blocks. They'd done everything his little heart could want. They'd been playing for so long and Vil didn't plan on stopping anytime soon! Even if he was getting cranky. Rook hoped he'd tire himself out and get there on his own like he did most of the time. However, he'd been irritable and fussy for the past half an hour. And it wasn't going well. "mon rayon de soleil! I know you've had so much fun playing, but I'm afraid it's about time for it to come to an end." He hadn't even said the word yet and Vil was already stating to whimper. "Don't want it over!" "I know I know. We can continue later, mon amour. It's naptime now. Okay?" "No! Nooo!" He whined with a little stomp of his foot. There it was. The little naptime nightmare himself. And he wasn't having it. "Don't wanna." He continued to protest. He was stubborn and sticking with his words. "Goodness..... not even a short nap? Long enough so daddy can get at least a little sleep? It maybe be more so for me than you!" Even though those words got a small giggle, Vil still turned his head away in protest. "Vil." Now the once playful voice had a tone of warning. And he made a not so smart decision. He booked it. His strategy? Hide it out. All his caregiver could do is sigh in disappointment. But he let him. Just to see where he'd go.

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"My sweet, it's been far too long. You're fussy and need to sleep it out. How about we snuggle up and watch a movie?" "No!! No no no!!!" He whined. And rooks mistake? Going to try and pick him up during the start of a fit. Rook was smacked in the mist of all of it. Yes he was frustrated. But clearly the little was too. "No! No nap! No movie! No hold!!" He cried. "Vil! Vil. It's okay. No nap. You win. Just calm down and come over here. Alright, Mon amour?" The little stoped for a moment sniffles and all before agreeing. Rook wiped the little ones tears with his thumb. Rather than punishing him right now, calling him and getting him tsk sleep was in order first. Vil was sat in rooks lap, and there the older began to play with his hair and softly hum. And a few minute she was out. His timeout for that fit of his would be situated later. For now rook made sure he was asleep before moving and tucking him in with a little forehead kiss.