Twisted Wonderland little space / regression oneshots <3

🍎Sweet Potato🪞

((I've been wanting to write some little epel and finally got a nice idea down! Just a heads up, the start will include some arguing, but all is well in the end :) enjoy!))

Cg = Vil
Little = Epel (3-5)
And reminder, this is platonic!
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"How many times have I told you! You have to be more careful. It's like every time I turn around you've gotten yourself into another problem. You cannot play like this during the tournament, if one of us plays like that it'll rub off on everyone else. We cannot lose this year, so you better pick it up." Vil was angry, they'd been at magical shift practice for a few hours now and nothing had gone his way. And Epel was simply taking the brunt of it right now. The entire group was honestly having an off day, but since Epel kept getting himself injured? I guess he was who Vil could most easily focus on. Today had been rough enough as it was without all of this. It had been a consistent battle within his mind all day today. He was especially homesick and feeling small. Yet having all these commitments he didn't have time for a break. He just.. sat there. He tried to respond to Vil like he normally would but he couldn't. And just... began to choke out small sobs  as he held his knee. The yelling had broke that wall he had spent all day building and it. He felt vulnerable and small and just couldn't stop. He'd been reduced to a sobbing, screaming toddler in front of his housewarden. Vil froze, that wasn't the reaction he had expected. And the expression on his face showed it. He ran through all the reasons as to why he could've been behaving in such a way... then he remembered what Rook had filled him in on months ago. That whole... regression thing that his vice dorm leader helped the boy out with occasionally. Kind of like a babysitter of sorts. So sure.. Vil knew about the basics of it.. but how to handle it? He was clueless. And Epels cries seems to get more strained and upset as time went on. So the housewarden did the only thing he could think. "Everyone practice is dismissed. I expect to see all of you back here tomorrow same time." And he shooed them off.

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As people began to leave, Vil was quick to rush back to Epel. Sitting down beside him. "Shhhh. It's alright. I didn't mean to yell. I was just a little upset, but it wasn't your fault, sweet potato. How about you show me where it hurts? We'll head back to your dorm and get you all fixed up. How does that sound?" He was grabbing at straws here, he was clueless and simply trying to calm the boy down in any way he could. Oh how he wished rook were here. But of course he had to have something going on today of all days. Epel seemed to try and dry up his tears, almost instantly leaning into Vil as he rubbed his eyes. Honestly his knee didn't even hurt that badly, he was usually a much tougher cookie than this, even when regressed. But I guess that on top of everything else made it hurt a little more. "...I'll take that as a yes. Come on, I'll carry you." The little whined but complied. Soon enough he was in Vils arms and on his way back to the dorm.

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Epel was well... a mess. So one of the first orders of business would be getting him a new outfit. Vil had made it back to the others room and had sat him down on the bed, now looking through his closet for something cleaner and more comfortable. Eventually picking out a t-shirt and shorts. He handed them over before speaking. "I'm going to go go find the first aid kit so we can clean up these cuts properly. Can you handle getting dressed on your own?" He figured he might as well ask, having no clue how old he was. "Mhm. I do it." Even if he wasn't sure, he'd try to do it. He was still stubborn and independent in that way. And so Vil went to find that first aid kit and Epel attempted to get dressed. And he did! With a backwards shirt... but he did it! "Alright sweet potato, hop back up on the bed so I can clean that knee." Vil noticed the shirt and let out a small sigh. Adding that to the list of things to fix. Epel still complied, doing what was asked. "Alright this may burn a little okay?" He said before putting a little peroxide to clean it. The regressor winced and did his best to be a big boy. After that it wasn't so bad. Just some bandaids and creams. "Tanks mama.." he mumbled inspecting his paw patrol bandaids. 'Mama'? That was a new one. But Vil wasn't objecting to it. He knew rook was 'papa' so in a way it made sense. He chuckled a little, running his fingers through Epels hair. "No problem little one. Now how about you show mama some of your toys, hm?" "Okay!!" That was a quick change of attitude. And soon enough he had been dragged right into playing cars. Did he know much about cars? Nope. But he was happy to play along since it kept Epel happy.