But if only you could see yourself in my eyes (you'd see you shine, you shine) Vil/Epel, Twisted Wonderland, Explicit HikariNoHimeWriter He swallows, following Vil just before the doors can close again. The corridor smells faintly sweet, like someone sprayed the air with some floral perfume. It’s subtle enough not to be irritating, yet strong enough to be noticeable and pleasant. Vil opens their bedroom, not looking over his shoulder to see if Epel is coming in. The room itself is… Wow. Huge. All marble and gold, with a full-glass wall and a huge balcony overlooking the sea. Everything about it screams luxury, something worthy of royalty. And Vil, Vil fits right in, like being here is his birthright and not something he’s actively paying for. And Epel will share this room with him for a weekend. And then his eyes fall on the bed. Bed. Singular. Epel’s blood runs cold. “What the fuck,” he whispers.

#ficpromo #twst_BL #vilpel #nsfw

A fic full of bickering, hidden crushes, first times and sweet confessions. You can read it on my Ao3!

!! Just in case, there is a warning for the second photo because 👑🍎 kissing 👉👈

Some photos taken at a recent anime fest in my town, I've been waiting for a long time for the opportunity to cosplay Epel 🙂‍↕️
Also my gf as Vil💜✨

#cosplay #twistedwonderland #epelfelmier #epel #vilschoenheit #vil #vilpel

Trust Me Vil/Epel | Mature | Fluff HikariNoHimeWriter

“You’re doing that again,” Epel says in a low, low voice. He refuses to speak louder, for fear of ruining this moment should he raise his voice any more still clouds his mind. “Hiding your worries from me.” He tries—and likely fails—to sound calm about it. “Mmm…” Vil hums, his voice even lower than Epel’s. His breath comes out in long, deep exhales interspersed with quiet, barely audible gasps. Subtle as those sounds may be, they still make Epel’s cheeks burn with barely contained emotion. Pure satisfaction fills his chest at the knowledge that his hands are the ones responsible for this. “There’s no need to sound so cross about it. Those matters are nowhere near serious enough to warrant your worry.” Epel pauses. He reaches out for more of Vil’s massage oil. The flowery aroma fills Epel’s nose as he pours the slippery, copper-colored liquid on his palm. Ever so gently, Epel spreads the oil on both hands before returning to his task. His fingers run over Vil’s back, all smooth skin and surprisingly lean muscles. His clothes make him look far softer than he is; but, right now, feeling his body under his hands, Epel has no doubt that Vil could easily subdue several Savanaclaw students in one go if he wished to.

#ficpromo #vilpel #twstfic #twst_bl

A (very) short one-shot I first wrote as a gift for Grail. My first ever attempt at this pairing, even though I've been fond of them for a while. Hope y'all like it ♥

You can read it here on Ao3

Or on my Patreon (available for free members)

the sweetest gift! 🍰✨

#twstbl #treyrid #vilpel #riddlerosehearts #epelfelmier