Twisted Wonderland little space / regression oneshots <3

🇫🇷 Curious..🪞

(( You guys know I'm a sucker for these two. So when writers block comes in? They usually give me a helping hand. But recently the thoughts of little rook intrigued me and I found it just too precious!! So here we are!))

Cg's = Vil
Little = Rook  (5-6y/o!)
Nicknames = plenty of the random cannon ones Rook has for people.

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Regression was a rather rare sight in Rooks case. It wasn't something he relied on heavily or often had the time for on most days. But when he had time? It was one of the best relaxers and ways to feel carefree. So of course this is something he had filled Vil on but made him swear to not worry about it. After all, Roi du Poison didn't need more to worry about. Yet... after all took does, Vil makes sure to take care of the other when he feels small. For safety reasons. Rook was too curious for his own good.

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There was a knocking on Vil's door. A rather energetic one too. "I do not have time for any of your nonsense!" He responded. Simply assuming it was one of the ramshackle members, he was deep into his skincare routine and they never left him alone either. A few minutes later the knocking persisted but returned with a cheery, familiar, yet slightly higher voice. "Papa! I've got somethin to show you!" It was rook. And a regressed one too. So the blonde rose from his desk to go get the door and was greeted by a tight hug from his little one. "Oh great heavens- hello my little starlight." He spoke, hugging Rook and running his fingers through the others hair. He was a rather touchy and clingy little one. He had to touch and observe and hug and be affectionate with everyone and everything. "Hi papa!  Look look! Look what I did!" The hunter finally let go before proudly presenting some... drawings. Definitely work done by a child considering it involved plenty of scribbles. And Vil held it like it was the most expensive and beautiful thing he's ever laid his eyes upon and simply marveled at it. "Look! It's Roi des Lions! And Monsieur Dandelion!" So that's where he'd been this time. Bothering the Savanaclaw students and drawing his 'observations'. "Ohhh I certainly can see the resemblance. And I see you've been busy with all these drawings... is that where you've been all morning?" "Uh huh! Saw Monsieur Mastermind and Monsieur Malfeasant too. See?" Vil simply nodded, gently setting the papers down on his table. "We'll that's excellent my little love. However if you plan on staying in papas room we must change you out of those messy play clothes."

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Rook didn't put up the slightest fight when it came to having to change his outfit. He knew Vil was a bit strict on clenliness and his outfit had more than enough dirt on it. So now he was sitting criss cross on Vil's bed, toys and drawing materials as he watched his caregiver tidy up the room. "Papa how do they make that?" "In a factory or in a lab my dear." "Why's there so much purple in here?" "Because that's our dorms color and because it's one of my favorites." "How does-" Vil cut his little one off. He never minded answering but he'd been going for a good minute and he himself was beginning to run out of answers. "I've got a better idea. How about instead of asking all these questions, my curious little boy, you draw what you see. Observe and draw and color. Then you tell me about it." The regressor eyes lit up at this and he eagerly nodded and got to work. It kept him busy. For a good while and soon enough he was asking Vil for more things to 'observe' and they were gladly given.

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Rook snacked and drew and colored and rambled and questioned for what seemed to be hours. And it was about two hours. But it was rolling around noon and a certain littles eyes were getting heavy. "Hey starlight. How about you put all your drawings in a nice little stack and we can draw and play more later? It's getting quite close to your nap and I'd hate to see you yet cranky" Vil promoted. Rook rarely got crankey or even fussy... he just needed an excuse "mkay!" He did as he was asked and Vil grabbed him his blanket to snuggle right up with. His caregiver rested next to him, playing with his hair with a few moments of silence. Then... "papa?-" "baby are these going to be more random questions for papa?" "....kinda." "Well how about we play a game instead. I spy... a tall golden mirror." This game kept rooks racing little mind going get also got him relaxed and ready to doze off any moment. After a little back and fourth? On his turn he was finally out. "I spy... I s..spy.... Uhm..." he trailed off and he was out like a light. Vil didn't dare to move. He simply chuckled to himself and stayed put.