Vinliam Oneshots I ♪🥀♪

Demon Au: Library

William sat outside on the balcony. It was a brisk winter day and a gentle rain pattered against the canopy above him. William adored it-the crisp scent in the air, the cool breeze pushing through the slight rays of the sun, and the tranquil calm. It had already been established that this area was his favorite place to rest and relax.

The usual activity of the General's guards fighting was disrupted by the rain, so instead, Mr. Clementine had ordered an indoor meeting. To discuss battle plans, when they would be heading out, and to have a small dinner. William would say he was looking forward to it, a free meal and some time to explore that library more without the General peeking his nose around.

He could hear thunder crack beyond the distance. So, he suspected one of the maids to probably call him in, but he would reassure the storm is heading out further north.

William leaned back in the lounge chair, stretching his arms behind his head and breathing in the cold brisky winter air.

He always found rain to be soothing, and the smell it gave off was pretty nice. In fact, was it just him or did the rain even give off a smell? He almost knew it did, but he just couldn't describe it. Oddly enough, despite the cold weather, the rain felt warm. William watched as it hit his ankles and seeped through his pants, realizing that the rain was getting heavier.

Maybe he should head back inside, he didn't want to be scolded for being all wet when he came back in. He gave a small puff of his cheeks as he sat up straight before standing up from the chair, pausing when he saw the slight movement flash from behind him.

"Mr. Afton? The General wants to see you, the meeting is beginning shortly." A gruff and baritone-type voice spoke firmly, almost appearing out of seemingly nowhere.

It spooked William a little, causing him to flinch until he saw the familiar face. It was just Vincent's butler. "Ah-, Arthur, you scared me-.." He chuckled nervously, heading from the balcony and walking back into his room to greet the man. "Well, tell him I'll be there soon."

The butler gave a minor shrug of his shoulders, "Then you have twenty minutes to come, don't embarrass yourself." He grunted, heading off to leave Afton's room and shutting the door quite loudly.

William awkwardly stood there, not expecting the interruption. He could easily tell that the people here weren't fond of him, probably because he was just the king's poet. Still, he intended to have some respect from them, moreover, the only one who did show him respect was ironically the General. After all, they were just butlers and maids, he had no idea why they thought so highly of themselves. And to add on, he could have sworn they were humans, and humans were just mere slaves here, nothing more.

But William shook it off, none of them got too feisty with him so he didn't worry much.

Now, the hard part would be finding out what to wear. Usually, they were rather formal in here despite being an army. So, William would wear formal clothes since it would just make sense to.

He took a deep breath and approached the wardrobe, sadly, none of the clothes were really his style. But they would have to do for now. Afton then reached his hands and pulled through the outfits, quickly finding a soft pastel white and beige outfit that might fit his aesthetic a little more than the others. He smiled satisfyingly and took it from its hanger.

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The devil lounged in his chair lazily, one leg drooping over the other as he watched everyone settle into their seats. It seemed though that some were late, his eyes narrowing at the empty seats in the corner. Of course, the only one he could figure to blame was beside him, busy talking with the guests.

"Arthur, where's Mr. Afton? I thought I told you to bring him here." He smiled eerily in the fake display he showed, his gaze hitting Arthur's.

The brown-haired man hurriedly looked back at him, thinking of some reason. "I told him to come here sire, but he must've got lost.."

"That's why I told you to bring him here, no?" Vincent queried, flicking him a sour expression.

"Yes sire, you did. I'll g-go get him now-, I'm sorry." The butler grinned nervously, grabbing the keys from his back trouser pocket and hurrying past the devil.

Abruptly, Vincent gripped his shirt collar and pulled him back. "No, I'll do it. Go check in with the chefs, the guests look like they're about to bore themselves to death."

Arthur stared at him for a few moments before giving a nod, "Oh. Will do, sire."

Vincent scoffed and watched him pad off into the opposite direction, indeed heading to the backstage kitchen.

...

Where would that man be now? How could he possibly got lost? The demon pondered, heaving himself out of the dining chair and squeezing himself past the guests.

Perhaps the library, he'd seen Afton spend most of his time there. Probably a bookworm, Vincent guessed.

He closed the doors behind him and headed to the left, not seeing the library far from here. He put on a smile and approached the large glowering doors, heading into the spacious room full of shelves.

And indeed, after Vincent darted his eyes around the area, the black-haired male was sitting in the corner; invested in some sort of fantasy book.

Of course, he headed over to the man, "Mm, Afton, why are you here? And not the meeting?.." The devil showed his dissatisfaction quite clearly through his voice but still managed a rather friendly expression as William perked up.

The smaller devil flinched in surprise and quickly stood up, his eyes widened in embarrassment. "Ah- General-, I-I'm sorry." His voice cracked shyly, shuffling his feet below. Obviously not expecting the sudden encounter.

Vincent was heedless to the apology as he looked Afton up and down. "Well come now, it's starting soon and I can't have us being late." His hand reaching out to hold William's hand.

William nodded nervously and clasped his hand around the devil's, being dragged from the library and out the doors hurriedly.

"Hurry along." Vincent sighed and pushed William forward, watching the skimpy little thing almost stumble to the floor. "And be careful." He added, holding in an amused snort.

"Okay-.." William peeped, speed walking up the stairs as he handled a faster pace than Vincent.

...

Vincent studied him a bit closer now without their gazes touching, looking him up and down thoroughly again. The man's hair looked soft to the touch, making it tempting to touch it. But Vincent knew better than that.

William's clothing style certainly fit as well, the auburn sweater complimenting his accessories and eyes.

But what really caught Vincent's attention, made him bite his lip.

Goddamn.

No, really goddamn.

..

What a nice ass.