DORIAN AND VICTOR ONESHOTS 🗣🗣🗣

Spider.

Dorian Gray wasn't the fondest of rain. Maybe it was nice to listen to, or nice to look out the window at whilst reading a book, but it wasn't the nicest to go outside in. That was the part Dorian wasn't fond of. He liked to go out and bathe in the sunlight, and he rather enjoyed picking flowers... he couldn't do any of that today, and since he had no classes, he doubted he'd really be leaving his room today. He was bored.

So, in the midst of his boredom, Dorian decided to do a bit of cleaning up of the room. He grabbed a cloth, wet it a bit and began to clean dust off of a cabinet, but that was until a spider crawled out from behind it, and Dorian had to slap a hand over his mouth to stifle a scream.

He took a step back and began to glance around, his eyes eventually falling on a still sleeping Victor. He glanced between him and the spider until eventually deciding that waking up Victor was a better idea than being terrified the whole day, so he crept over to his sleeping roommate and began to poke his face, saying his name over and over again to try and get him awake. That only made Victor roll over away from Dorian and whisper a harsh, "shhh".

At this point, Dorian had his mind set on waking up Victor, so he stood up and leaned over him, beginning to poke his face again. "Victor... Victor, wake up... there's a spider, I don't wanna deal with it... Victor, Victor, Victor-"
"What?!" Victor finally replied, rolling over and glaring up at Dorian, who only frowned. "I just told you, there's a spider on my cabinet, and I don't wanna deal with it... I don't like spiders, I've never had to move one before!" The young man whined. Victor, too used to these shenanigans by now, groaned and bitterly threw his blankets off himself.

"Come on," he murmured, his voice full of exhaustion. Dorian smiled, grabbed onto his arm and squeezed. "Thank youuuu..." He said dreamily. Victor immediately yanked his arm back and looked at Dorian with a look as if to say, 'what are you doing?' before trodding over to the cabinet. He looked back over to Dorian and rolled his eyes at his expectant face.

"I'm not doing everything by myself. Go get a napkin and cup..." Victor directed, yawning as he did so. Dorian nodded obediently and shot up, rushing off to grab a napkin and a cup (one of Victor's. He didn't want a spider to touch one of his own cups. Ew.) before returning and handing them over to Victor.

He turned to make sure Dorian was watching before beginning. "So, you need to slip the napkin under the spider first... are you watching?" He shot a glare at him. Honestly, Dorian found it rather adorable how Victor always seemed to be a bit grumpy, like a cat. "Watching, mhm!" He nodded. Victor hummed in approval and turned back to what he was doing. "When you slip the napkin under, then you need to put the cup over the spider and pick it up. Watch."

With that, Victor slipped the napkin under the spider and hastily placed the cup over it, standing up and walking over to the window, ready to chuck the spider out before Dorian chased after him and grabbed his arm. The blonde looked a bit embarrassed to ask his question, but he didn't want to wait too long. "....Can I be the one to throw the spider out the window, please? And... and can we name it Princess?" He made sure his voice was purposely softer to ask that, as if trying to bribe Victor.

Victor simply sighed and shoved the cup and napkin in Dorian's direction. "...Fine. You can throw it out, and you can name it Princess." He mumbled. Victor didn't want it to be a 'we' thing. Dorian did.

He made sure that when he took the cup and napkin, he leaned his head a little bit onto Victor's shoulder and frowned. He was happy that Victor didn't push him away immediately, but another part of him felt almost... sad. "Is Princess going to die, out there?" Dorian asked, a little bit of sadness in his tone. Victor rolled his eyes and nodded. "Most likely, yes... why? I thought you wanted it gone." He sighed. He had always known Dorian to be incredibly emotional, but this was getting tiring.

Dorian frowned just a little bit more. Without responding, he turned and walked over to Victor's bed, crouching down and then pulling the cup away from the napkin, watching as 'Princess' scurried under the bed and out of sight.

He finally smiled again and stood up. He walked back to the cabinet and rested the cup and napkin on it, looking over at Victor and finally noticing his confused expression. "Oh... oh, Victor, I don't really know what came over me! I suddenly felt attached to the little thing, and I couldn't bear the thought of it being alone and cold out there... oh, well! Out of sight, out of mind." He shrugged, and Victor merely sighed and walked over to grab the cup and napkin. He was about to go and put it back, but he decided to get one more dig at Dorian in. "Maybe if you didn't name it, you wouldn't have gotten so attached." He suggested. Dorian pouted, and that was when Victor went to go and place the cup and napkin back where they were, because he knew that a storm of complaining was about to roll in. He didn't want to deal with it.

Still sulking like a petulant child, Dorian sat down on his own bed as he waited for Victor to return. Once he did, surprisingly, he sat down next to Dorian, who certainly wasn't complaining. Instead, he rested his chin in his hand and looked up to Victor, seemingly admiring his face. Dorian also just so happened to not be afraid to speak on that admiration.

"You're handsome." He murmured. Victor, with cheeks that were as red as a strawberry and a frown, looked over at Dorian. "Are you making fun of me?" He snapped, and Dorian very quickly shot up from his slumping position, beginning to shake his head. "No, No! You're handsome, Victor, I promise! I'm being genuine!" Dorian reassured, grabbing both of Victor's hands, although it quickly proved futile. Victor immediately pulled his hands away. "You can't be genuine. Look at me, and then look at yourself." He folded his arms. Dorian was suddenly distracted, and he forgot that he very much should've been continuing to try and reassure Victor was handsome. Something else had him intrigued.

"...So... if you're saying that, you think I'm pretty?" He bat his eyelashes. If Victor wasn't red before, he certainly was now, and he pushed Dorian back even more. "I was absolutely not saying that! I was just... well..." He fumbled for an excuse. Dorian couldn't help but pull him into a tight hug, kicking his legs around and cuddling close into Victor, who quickly tried to push him back. This wasn't any different to what was usual- Dorian being annoying, and Victor trying his best to deal with it, but ultimately failing.

Maybe one day Dorian would stop being annoying, or maybe one day Victor would warm up. Who knows?