A short list of some oneshots I've written. I'm not really in the Twisted Wonderland fandom anymore but i'll write a few more before I finish this collection.
I'll do:
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Reader is loosely based on my oc. All you gotta know is that he is based on the butterfly/caterpillar from Alice in Wonderland, he had his metamorphosis from a caterpillar to a butterfly at his first year in Night Raven Collage, and that he is in Octavinelle. ————————————————————————
"Seriously, do you even bother to take care of your wings?" Vil angrily spits out as he gently cleans your wings with a wet rag. He stands behind you sitting at his vanity; he lifts one of your wings to be at his eye level, making it easier to see all the dirt and grime.
"It's hard to keep them clean when they drag on the ground, but I guess I could always hide them with magic..." Your words are mumbled under your breath but that doesn't stop Vil from hearing them. He abruptly lifts his gaze to yours in the mirror, "Don't you DARE! It would be a crime to beauty to keep such things hidden." He averts his gaze by looking at your wing once more, "Besides, it is no trouble for me to take care of them for you." He says as if he's doing you a favor but you new he secretly enjoyed this.
Vil often found any reason he could to do the little things for you, such as fixing your tie, making your skincare routine, and having morning runs together. You loved it just as much as he loved doing it.
The silence of domestic moments like these have always calmed your aching heart and now is no different. Time passes by in a blur, you have long been lulled into a state of relaxation at the rythmatic movements of Vil's hands against your wings.
The next moment you become aware of yourself Vil has already started put away his supplies. You look at the clock to see a whole hour had passed without your knowledge. You start debating whether or not to return to your dorm when Vil interputs your thought. "Are you coming? We need to do our skincare before it gets too late." Seems like Vil has decided for you.
A small smile graces your lips as you make your way over to Vil's bathroom, "You should smile more often, it suits your face." Vil's words leave you a bit confused. "but I smile all the time." Vil shakes his head, "Not like this you don't, the smiles you give at school are rarely genuine; they're used to manipulate poor students into trusting you." Vil's harsh words are merely teasing, you know they hold no weight.
You pout at Vil's harsh words, wrapping your arms around his waist you lean against him. "Aaw Vil, there's no reason to be so harsh with your boyfriend." Vil rolls his eyes at antics, but still, he leans into your warm embrace.
The moment lasts for a few more minutes before Vil seperates from you, "You're not getting out of your skincare no matter how much you sucker up to me." You shrug your shoulders once you unrapped your arms from around his waist, "It was worth a try."
Vil places the products on his face with such dexterity that comes with years of practice, while you are not as graceful with it as he was. You had only started caring for you appearence a few years ago when you had finally gone through your metamorphosis.
Your nightly routine with Vil passes by without much thought; you and Vil have plenty of room on his large bed but still, you both somehow manage to awake with your limbs interwoven like a tapestry made by a skillful artisan.
Like usual, Vil wakes up before you. He gets ready for his run with Jack and wonders if he should wake you up, but one look at your sleeping face tells him not to. It didn't matter if you were apart for awhile, he knew fate would always find a way to bring you back together.
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A/N: I plan on writing three or so more oneshots before I conclude this collection, I'm not really into Twisted Wonderland anymore but I want to finish the drafts I have.
