#divian vanrouge

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Lilia: *dramatic sigh*

Silver: Father, are you alright?

Lilia: No, son! For I am in great distress!

Silver: *suspicious* Why are you in such distress? You were fine thirty seconds ago.

Lilia: Your mother has been lost at sea! I do not know how long it shall be before I’m able to hold my lovely wife in my arms once more!

Silver: . . .

Silver: *turns to the kitchen* Mother, why is Father saying you’re lost at sea when you’re less than thirty seconds away?

Divian: I told him that if he sets foot in this kitchen that I’ll be sleeping in a different bed.

Lilia: Your mother wishes to torture me by leaving me all alone in the cold desolate silence of our bedroom all on my own!

Divian: Stop being such a drama bat!

Lilia: My love wishes to leave me alone for all eternity!

Lilia: *dramatic fake crying*

Silver: *mumbling* Dramatic old geezer-

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“...Come Again?”

A SilRid Fic

Synopsis: Having survived past the early uncertain stages of the first trimester, Riddle had made it to the twelve week ultrasound of his pregnancy. Anxious to find out the sex of the baby so that preparation of names could begin (it wouldn’t be Riddle if he wasn’t anxious about planning), Riddle held Silver’s hand through the slightly uncomfortable transvaginal ultrasound as he intently listened to his doctor’s explanations and observations. Though…Riddle wasn’t expecting such…shocking news and Silver wasn’t expecting to be on the receiving end of his husband’s infamous queenly death glare…

“I apologize for any discomfort you may feel during this, Mr. Vanrouge,” Dr. Rosemund smiled as she gently inserted the probe into the redhead’s modified genitals. “However, the transvaginal ultrasound is the best way to get a look at the baby this early on.”

“It’s quite alright, I’m well aware of the possibility of discomfort this procedure may cause,” Riddle murmured in reply, brows furrowing slightly as his brain processed the unfamiliar feeling. “I did as much research as I could on pregnancy and what the appointments entail before even deciding on going through with the body alteration.”

“Well, it’s nice to know you were prepared before making such a big decision,” Dr. Rosemund hummed as she looked to the screen where the images would be showing up.

“Though your research was quite obsessive, my love,” Silver murmured as he sat next to his husband and held his hand. “You lost sleep reading all of those parenting and pregnancy books.”

“Better safe than ill prepared and sorry,” Riddle pouted lightly, looking to his husband, who kissed his forehead with a soft smile.

“Yes, whatever you say, love,” Silver nodded softly.

“Oh my,” Dr. Rosemund murmured as she looked at the screen in front of her.

Riddle turned his head to look at the doctor, now slightly panicked, “Is something wrong?”

“Well, it isn’t wrong, just a bit of a surprise,” the doctor replied, turning the screen to face the couple and explaining what the images showed.

The room went dead quiet.

Dr. Rosemund heard a pin drop, Riddle heard the deafening sound of rope fraying, and Silver heard his stomach drop into a pit of shock.

“…come again?” the two men asked softly in unison, eyes wide and bodies still as stone.

This was definitely more than “a bit of a surprise.”

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*clack!*

*SLAM!*

“Riddle—!”

“No, no! I don’t want to hear a word!”

“Dear, you know I had no control—”

“I don’t care!”

“My Queen, please be reasonable—!”

“You will never touch me again! Never.”

Lilia curiously poked his head out from the kitchen where he’d been making himself a Bloody Mary to find Riddle death glaring Silver before huffing and striding past his father-in-law into the kitchen. The old fae had heard them coming, of course, but he hadn’t been paying attention to their conversation until they entered the cute little cottage.

“Riddle? Are you alright?” Lilia asked as the redhead got some strawberries out of the fridge to wash.

“Ask your horny son who is going to make me suffer!” Riddle pouted as he got out a colander to put the strawberries in. “He’s the one who caused this.”

“We’re both consenting adults who planned this together, love,” Silver called from his place in the living room on the sofa, deciding to let Riddle grieve this shock in his own way.

“Shush! I’m angry with you right now!” Riddle pouted as he—a little too aggressively—washed his strawberries.

Lilia plucked his Bloody Mary from the counter and made his way into the living room before sitting down next to his son. Still looking as what he could see of Riddle in the kitchen, the old fae sipped his drink and quietly asked, “Did something happen at the appointment? Riddle seems vexed yet elated.”

“The appointment was just fine, Father,” Silver replied. “Riddle and the babies are doing very well, from what Dr. Rosemund told us.”

“Oh, well that’s lovely! I—,” Lilia froze as his brain processed the most crucial piece of information his son had told him. “C-Come again? I thought I…I heard you say ‘babies’ instead of ‘baby’, son!”

“No, you heard correctly, Father,” Silver assured with a short shake of his head.

Before Lilia could say anything, Divian practically teleported into the room and stood behind her son, a barely contained beaming smile on her face. She must’ve been listening from upstairs as she was doing something…

“Lili heard correctly? ‘Babies’? As in plural? More than one grandbaby?” the Shapeshifter asked excitedly, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“Yes, Mother, Father heard me correctly. I said ‘babies.’ As in more than one,” Silver nodded once more.

Riddle huffed as he exited the kitchen and took a seat at the nearby dining table with his bowl of freshly washed strawberries, “Indeed. Silver just had to get me pregnant with not one or two babies, but four! Horny bastard…”

“Being pregnant gave you quite the mouth, dear,” the silver haired man sighed as he looked between his incredibly excited parents.

The two primordial adults buzzed, basically vibrated, with excitement at hearing Riddle’s words. Not only would they be grandparents, but they’d be getting four grandbabies! Oh, just one was an absolute delight and treasure to imagine, but imagining four made the two almost combust with excitement.

Both Lilia and Divian secretly dreamed of Silver growing into a strong man and having a family of his own, providing grandchildren for them—or at the very least just one grandchild. Though neither imagined being blessed with four precious babies!

“Oh this is wonderful! Just wonderful!” Lilia beamed, quickly setting his drink down on the coffee table before hugging the life out of his son. “You must’ve really, really loved Riddle a lot that night to bless us with four babies, Silver!”

“Father, please,” Silver halfheartedly pleaded, making no effort to escape despite the embarrassed flush on his cheeks.

“L-Lilia, please don’t be so insinuating!” Riddle babbled out, his own cheeks going red as Divian appeared next to him and hugged him.

“Oh, don’t mind him, he’s just so excited!” Divian smiled as she gently squeezed Riddle. “You’re making such a special gift for us, after all!”

“Am I not allowed to be upset about how badly this is going to hurt?” Riddle mumbled with a pout, making no move to push his mother-in-law away

“Oh of course you are, dear!” Divian replied. “But Lilia and I can’t help but be excited! We have so much preparing to do now that we know the number of babies to come!”

“It’s a good thing you’ve already finished with that little hat, Divi! There’s not too much time before the babies come!” Lilia smiled, nodding towards the little pink and green strawberry hat his wife had began work on the moment she was assured Riddle was indeed pregnant. She’d finished it a few days ago and pouted slightly when she realized that her favorite little project was over. But now, now the woman could design and sew little gifts for the babes to come to her heart’s content.

After all, there were going to be four little ones at the end of these nine months.

Divian clapped her hands in pure glee as she let go of Riddle, “Oh, you’re right, Lili! I’ll have to get to work right away!”

“Remember, you don’t have to fill the house with your crafts, Mother!” Silver called as Divian happily bounced up the stairs to dig out her supplies and craft books in order to decide on what to make next.

Riddle sighed from his place at the dining table, nibbling on his precious strawberries as Lilia hit his son with question after question about the appointment earlier. The redhead knew that he wouldn’t be upset by bedtime and would apologize by then, but he still couldn’t help but pout at the idea of four babies coming out of him.

Especially with how…petite he was.

But, as Divian, who was humming happily, came back downstairs, her books and supplies suspended in the air with magic before being gently set on the table, Riddle figured all wasn’t terrible. His children would at least have a loving home, especially with Lilia and Divian around…

“She said we’re most likely having three girls and one boy,” Riddle murmured softly, causing the older woman’s humming to quiet. “I just thought that would help you in making decisions on what to make for them.”

“Oh, you’re so sweet!” Divian beamed, rushing around the table to hug Riddle again, who returned the embrace.

Yes, the anxiety of having to push four sentient meatloaves out of his rather petite body was quite a bit nerve wracking, but Riddle couldn’t really say he’d have it any other way. Especially not with such supportive in-laws and an incredibly loving husband.

A/N: I got such cute aggression writing this!!!

(Tagging @malleide-fever once more! I’ll also tag you when I reveal the babies at a year old very soon!)

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Okay, I might continue this later, but I’ve been inspired by the shirts and now I’m doing my TWST AU Diasomnia Crew (plus girlfriends & boyfriends) with those shirts because Amelia brought up amusement parks and somehow Lilia and Divian managed to swing it and get Queen Maleficia’s permission to take her grandbabies to an amusement park, so long as it was completely rented out just for them for a day because not so secretly soft and overprotective dragon grandma go brrrrr-

Lilia - “Dad” shirt, complete with a visor, sunglasses, a parasol, and a fan because he’s a #dramaqueen of a bat dad and we love him

Divian - “Mom” shirt, complete with Mary Poppins tote bag with anything they could possibly need and no one knows where she got the deer jerky from-

Malleus - “Oldest Bro” shirt, complete with his club wear hairstyle courtesy of Lilia

Elshaba - “Oldest Bro’s GF” shirt, complete with a cute black sun hat and a black ankle length sundress underneath said shirt because no one is going to see her bare legs in public-

Mealodie - “Big (AND ONLY) Sis” shirt, complete with Rapunzel style braid courtesy of Silver and Lucienne provided little clips to make it cuter

Lucienne - “Big Sis’s BF” shirt, complete with cute braided bun courtesy of Silver and Mealodie

Silver - “Older Bro” shirt, complete with one of those big Squishmallows that Lilia won him at one of those carnival games

Amelia - “Older Bro’s GF” shirt, complete with a Maleficent horn headband to match her beasties

Sebek - “Lil’ Bro” shirt, complete with another Maleficent horn headband since Amelia knew he’d ask for one

Sparrow Jane - “Lil’ Bro’s GF” shirt, complete with a pirate captain’s hat over her usual red bandana because it was a hot ass day

(They went to the TWST version of Worlds of Fun, btw-)

I can totally imagine little Silver winding up dragging the entire Diasomnia family to an amusement park. Also having to spend some time making sure nothing gets destroyed.

Little Silver grabbed the frumpiest "family" shirts he could find and assigned them based on (perceived) age. (This is based on the matching family shirts I saw all the time when visiting the parks in Orlando.) They're probably some garish shade of Diasomnia-adjacent green.

Sebek was told to keep his hair down because he looked too stuffy in his usual style. Not appropriate for a fun day out.

Lilia trying to fly out of the ride will definitely be an all-day occurrence.

The little siblings of the group basically died after the coaster. Big Silver was totally fine.

Little Silver isn't a fan of thrill rides, despite what he said, but he'll ride everything to be with his friends.

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Headcanons on How I Think Riddle and Silver Would Live as Riddle Goes Through a Body Alteration and Pregnancy

(Working title)

How did it happen?

Since TWST is set within a magical world, it can be safe to assume that one can alter their body in certain ways with specific potions or rituals. I think that, as same-sex couples became more accepted, rituals for one partner to alter their body in order for the couple to have biological children became a more common practice. And in the present day, a good handful of same-sex couples do this while others adopt or do both. I also think that this would be the TWST version of gender-affirming surgery.

I’d assume that a specific field of anatomical study developed in order to see which partner would be better suited to have their body altered, and that clinics for this field of study and practice exist across the world, even in Briar Valley. And these clinics have real doctors in them who understand this field very well and take their work and their patients’ desires very seriously. These clinics even have rooms for ultrasounds and labor if any patient is uncomfortable going to a regular hospital or clinic since many people in the world of TWST look down on same-sex relationships and them having biological children.

So, naturally, Silver and Riddle went to the clinic in Briar Valley after a long talk about children so they could see what their possibilities were. The doctor ran a few tests involving x-rays and drawing blood and reviewing any possible medical and employment and mental health history. These tests helped the doctor reach the conclusion that, if they really did want biological children, Riddle would be the better option to carry the pregnancy given his body’s more feminine build and that he wasn’t under as much stress and demand that a knight would be.

After a number of talks about money and mental state and being sure that they wanted this, both Riddle and Silver signed the papers and began the process. Between the choice of a slow treatment of ingesting a potion that took effect over the course of a week or a quick ritual that would have the change be instantaneous but with a bit of a recovery time so the body could get used to the change, Riddle opted for the potion since the idea of recovering with such a drastic change to his body, though it was temporary, wasn’t very pleasant.

So, a horrible tasting potion and a week later, Riddle had a female reproductive system and genitalia. And yes, he did have to get used to peeing sitting down before he actually got pregnant.

He also had to deal with Lilia’s squealing when the old fae learned that he’d be getting grandchildren.

How did the pregnancy go?/What was Riddle like while pregnant?

I have many thoughts, but I shall put them into this easy to understand bullet list format:

Riddle didn’t feel too weird in the first couple of months, as it was the first trimester

But he was treated like he was made of glass by Silver for a while (sleepy boy was worried about his Queen)

Eventually Riddle did start getting cravings, really weird ones (he once asked if he could try to drink a glass of laundry detergent)

He put cream cheese on almost everything since his great liking for cream cheese was just increased tenfold when cravings started to hit

But his favorite snacks kind of foods during his pregnancy was watermelon drizzled with balsamic vinegar and, funny enough, mini strawberry tarts with oyster sauce

Yeah, Trey felt a shiver run down his spine the day Riddle asked for that and he never knew why

Though, Riddle’s favorite meal during his pregnancy, was spinach and artichoke dip sandwiches (just dip between two slices of bread, brioche bread specifically) with a side of baked-until-burnt sweet potato slices dipped in cream cheese

This did mean that they had to regularly make spinach and artichoke dip almost daily since it can spoil or get contaminated very easily and could harm Riddle or the baby

But nothing was scarier than having Riddle cry in Silver’s opinion, so he happily made his husband the dip every day he craved it

Riddle also took an even bigger liking to Lilia’s cooking, much to the horror of both Silver and Divian and the delight of Lilia

Though Lilia was very cautious about every ingredient, looking up (in up to date articles) to see what ingredients were safe for Riddle to consume and what he can’t have

It helped that a lot of Riddle’s cravings included nutrient dense foods, such as a variety of fruits and vegetables and lots of lean proteins

He also had a phase where he wanted nothing but bread products for a week, even if it was stale (he just ate a lot of cream cheese fruit and vegetable sandwiches)

Steering away from food, Riddle was rather moody during his pregnancy, especially in the later months

He wasn’t mean or nasty, he just occasionally pouted for no reason or for really weird reasons, like the framed photo on the wall looking at him funny

Lilia once teased Riddle while he was pouty and got a frying pan thrown at him since the redhead was in the kitchen helping Silver, who had to guard the knife drawer

And Lilia learned to never push a pouty pregnant Riddle’s buttons again if he wanted to live

Riddle also became an even bigger crybaby

Lost baby bird? Tearfully takes it to Silver

Sad commercial? Either tearing up or quietly crying by the end of it

Wilting flowers in the pretty vase on the dining table? Babbling incoherently through tears

Lilia makes one of his favorite dishes? Sobbing as he eats lunch

Divian picks something up that he dropped for him without being asked? Completely bawling his eyes out

Silver says he looks radiant for the fifth time that morning? Almost falls to the floor from the bawling shaking his body

Anything remotely sad made him tear up and anything kind or sweet made him bawl uncontrollably

It got to a point that Riddle cried about how much he was crying, making him cry harder while he babbled out apologies for being so emotional and crying all the time

Usually a piece of tart calmed him down, and Riddle slowly ate it after his sobs stopped while tears still flowed down his cheeks and Silver cuddled him

But Riddle ended up crying at least once a day by the end of his first trimester

Thus earning Divian purchasing a large water bottle for him so he could keep hydrated after crying so much

Riddle’s mood swings did also mean his anxiety spiked a bit, worrying about things from turning into his mother to choking on his water and dying

Though, unlike usual, his anxiety was a lot easier to quell when he was pregnant

This may be due to him also being very easy to please while pregnant

Promises of cuddles, or a short walk, or watching one of his favorite shows made Riddle calm down rather easily while pregnant

As long as he wasn’t hungry for too long and loved on for about 75% of the day, Riddle was happy as a clam

But what he hated most during his pregnancy was the amount of pain he felt daily as his belly grew bigger and bigger

He always had a heating pad on his back to try and ease the pain and on particularly painful days, he’d soak his feet before bed for about half an hour

But the best thing to make him feel better was Silver giving him back or tummy rubs

It just took a touch from his husband and Riddle melted completely, like his brain was suddenly draped in a big weighted blanket

Also, during every night and every nap, Riddle slept with his weighted blanket while he’s pregnant since it kept him calm and reduced any possible nightmares for when Silver had to be away on retainer emergencies

Riddle did pout whenever Silver had to be away on his knightly duties, but Silver always promised to bring back a treat for him and to be his human pillow for a day when he returned, making Riddle happy again

If Silver left for multiple days, he wrote letters daily and told Riddle when he should be home and immediately updated him if plans changed

Silver also gave Riddle permission to raid his closet and steal shirts to sleep in while he was gone since the redhead developed a bit of separation anxiety when he got pregnant

Riddle also developed a few hobbies while pregnant since his physical activity slowly became more and more limited as the weeks went on

With Divian’s help, Riddle learned to crochet and sew rather quickly and he began spending afternoons with watching Divian calmly work or chatting with the shapeshifter as they both worked on their own little projects

Riddle also got into scrapbooking when Lilia offered to make a pregnancy book for/with him and Riddle fell in love with scrapbooking very easily after that offer (this new hobby led to very thorough and detailed baby book(s))

Riddle was actually surprised just how many pictures of him there were for the book and asked Lilia where they all came from, making the old fae laugh and explaining how Riddle’s awareness for his surroundings and other people basically vanished when he got past a certain point in his pregnancy

Several times Silver would be standing next to Riddle, briefly pointing at a camera Divian or Lilia was holding and telling his husband to look, only earning a confused hum from the redhead as he looked to the silver haired man who was smiling at the camera

Many of these photos included Riddle mid-bite as he ate, with a baked treat or utensil in his mouth

Riddle couldn’t really believe it, but the evidence was undeniable, especially with just how many images there were of him being blissfully unaware of the camera as he happily ate or read a book

This also made him realize just how easily he was distracted while pregnant

He would be focusing on something, only to have Lilia or Divian distract him and make him forget about what he was doing for the rest of the day

Riddle’s pregnancy brain was really bad, too

He almost burned down the cottage because he wanted to heat up some coco and accidentally left the spoon in the mug when he put it in the microwave

He also cried afterwards as he apologized for being stupid, earning Silver and Divian giving him the most polite scolding about self deprecation in the world

When he got pregnant, Riddle’s common sense literally went from 75% (sorry but babie is a bit stupid in that department despite his book smarts) to -100% so fast

By the time month eight rolled around, Riddle was regretting all of his life choices mostly because he couldn’t find a comfortable laying or sitting position due to his belly being so big

He was also just tired of being hungry and exhausted and wanted to go a few hours without a snack or a nap

Riddle also just wanted to lay on his back or stomach again, he hated sleeping on his side so, so much

At least his and Silver’s bed is covered in pillows since Silver is a princess who needs at least five pillows to sleep and Riddle needs at least six pillows to sleep normally

In terms of health, Riddle’s pregnancy was rather smooth

There were no complications or scares aside from Riddle being a little clumsy and almost falling a few times

Even the birth went off without a hitch and was pretty fast, being just under an hour, and Riddle didn’t have any problems postpartum

Though he said he’d never do it again and didn’t care how good sex felt with his body altered, he wanted his original reproductive system and genitalia back

A/N: I’m gonna leave it there. I hope you enjoyed my rambling!

(Tagging @malleide-fever because they wanted me to share my unhinged headcanons)

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Imagine the embarrassing shit Lilia spills about Silver when Riddle comes over for the first time.

He pulls out his scrapbooks that are thorough in every way, with pictures both still and taken by a ghost camera, a few old drawings glued in carefully, and sweet little momentos from Silver’s childhood. And Lilia remembers each and every embarrassing story that goes with each funny picture.

That time Silver fell asleep in a mud puddle because he was trying to find a baby bird’s parents, that time when Silver was an infant and immediately wet all over himself and Divian right after she just finished cleaning him and was about to put his new nappy on, his childhood fear of that one ancient stain on the wooden floor of his bedroom that made him cry every time he saw it, and when Silver fell asleep right into his piece of birthday cake when he turned nine.

Every last story he can, Lilia details to Riddle in that moment while Silver is just staring off into space while trying to not notice how red his cheeks are after being reminded of all of those stories. He hopes that it gets better when he sees that Divian is home, but Silver’s hopes are crushed immediately when his mother joins her husband in regaling Riddle with embarrassing tales of her baby boy’s childhood.

Silver draws the line at the bath pictures, though, using magic to snatch the scrapbook away from his parents and shoving it back into the scrapbook box Lilia has. Divian tries (not very well) to get the book back, pouting about how Silver’s future spouse should know how adorable their children could look, but only earns a shake of the head and a “not thank you” from Silver as he takes the box back to where it was while he tries to will his face into a lighter shade of red so it doesn’t look like he has red paint on him.

And Riddle is trying his best to hold back his pout since he actually wanted to see the bath pictures-

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The image of Malleus and Mealodie acting like normal siblings in my head is so fucking funny-

Just Mealodie being a normal annoying sister when she accidentally breaks a miniature gargoyle Malleus was working on, resulting in him chasing her while shooting lighting at her. He can’t hit her because Mealodie is a bit faster than he gives her credit for.

So Malleus is just chasing Mealodie all throughout their home, accidentally breaking things like vases and statues with his lightning while both Lilia and Divian are trying to keep up with these two temperamental dragon teens that live for annoying the shit out of each other. They only stop when Maleficia comes out of her office and clears her throat right before Mealodie is about to tug on one of Malleus’s horns and Malleus is about to bite Mealodie’s tail. Everyone freezes while Maleficia just…stares down at her two grandchildren…

…Malleus and Mealodie were grounded and had to share a room until they got along. They were also banned from ice cream until they got along.

Worst part of their punishment was the ice cream ban-

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THE BABIES!!!

A/N: I wanted to preface this by saying that the babies are going to be listed in the order of birth from oldest to youngest. And since this post is only about the babies as one year olds, their profiles won’t be too long! Also all of them have the surname of Vanrouge since I don’t think Riddle would want to keep his maiden name after marrying Silver as a way to separate himself even more from his disgusting excuse of a woman that he’s forced to call his mother, who wore black to their wedding and had to be dragged out when she tried to berate Riddle and Silver and their guests.

First is Bridgette Vanrouge! She’s the oldest of the four babies by half an hour.

She’s a very sweet baby and almost never cries, just babbles in a distressed manner whenever she needs something. Bridgette is also a very giggly baby and can start laughing at almost anything, but she finds Lilia getting scolded by Divian especially funny.

Bridgette actually gets cold very easily and is usually in multiple layers of clothes so she doesn’t get sick or anything. She loves it when she gets to have tummy time in her comfy clothes on her soft blanket with her favorite pillow (she stole Riddle’s pillow and shall never give it back). She also loves snuggling with Malleus since he runs very warm, it’s the same with Sebek and especially Silver.

Basically, Bridgette is just about as cuddly and clingy as Riddle when he’s drunk off his ass.

Next is Eleanora Vanrouge! She’s younger than Bridgette by half an hour, but older than the next baby by two minutes.

Eleanora is a very curious baby, always crawling around and holding things out in front of her to inspect them. She’s also climbed on top of counters and cupboards and scared the shit out of her parents and grandparents, much to her amusement.

She’s also very emotional like Riddle, but ten times worse. Eleanora is a big crybaby and is very sensitive, but a bottle or having her blankie or pacifier given to her usually calms her down rather easily. She’s also rather picky when it comes to food, only ever wanting fruit purée and often times she throws it at whoever is trying to feed her. She especially doesn’t like puréed peas.

But despite all of the grief she can give the adults in her life, Eleanora is just an adorably curious baby who wants to explore and have stories read to her.

And then we have Lilian Vanrouge! She’s younger than Eleanora by two minutes, but older than the youngest baby by just over three hours.

Lilian is essentially a girl version of Silver when he was a baby. She’s not being fed? Napping on the floor. Five minutes into playtime? Out like a light. The little one basically sleeps through anything and everything, even when Lilia is screeching death metal at two in the morning. Just like Papa (aka Silver)!

Lilian is rather quiet, the only sounds coming from her being either soft babbles or, more commonly, the soft thumping of her sucking on her pacifier. But she only wails if she’s dealing with teething pains. When she started teething and wailed from her first experience with the pain, that was the first time Lilian wailed since she was born. And yes, she has bitten Malleus’s tail and gnawed on several of Lilia’s bat familiars.

Though, despite her teething misadventures, Lilian is a very quiet and sweet, but very sleepy, baby.

And finally we have Liem Vanrouge! He’s the youngest of the babies by a little over three hours and the only boy!

Liem is the noisiest out of the babies, but that’s due to how talkative he is. He babbles almost constantly, especially if he wants uppies, and was the first to say his first word. And yes, his first word was calling Riddle “Mama,” if you were wondering.

Liem is the one who loves Malleus the most, and that’s because he’s so tall. Liem will lay on the fae’s head for hours and babble as he looks down at the ground below. He also loves it when Divian flies with him, though she never goes more than a few feet off the ground. Liem has also climbed up on top of the highest shelves and hutches in the cottage and even learned how to crawl onto the support beams and rafters of the cottage. Baby loves being high up.

Liem is just a sweet and clingy baby who wants to be as high up on things as he possibly can!

@malleide-fever! You like the babies???

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Struggling Parents AU with TWST.

Magic has long died out thanks to the huge Overblot Crisis two hundred years ago. Fae and Shapeshifters no longer have magic or extended lifespans that span millennia, though they still have their animal like features, and beastmen still exist as well.

Lilia and Divian, two eloped college dropouts trying to learn to budget and find their way, end up unexpectedly and taking in the orphaned infant son of Lilia’s ex-girlfriend turned old friend. Suddenly, they have to be parents and try to give this boy a good and functioning home life while also raising him to be a good human. They juggle jobs, housework, gigs, concerts, activities, and childcare in a slice of life type situation where they try to not lose their jobs and make sure Silver arrives to school on time!

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TWST SMAU - S1 EP2: Burst Eardrums & Even More Lore

A/N: Ace is getting the craziest lore drops these days and is getting kind of tired of random, unexplained lore-

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An Introductory Dinner

(If you can even call it “food”)

Synopsis: Having somehow managed to trick his mother into thinking he’d be staying with his older sister for the summer, Riddle is nervously sat in the cottage his boyfriend, Silver, grew up in as he’s being introduced to Lilia as his son’s partner. And Lilia can’t think of a better way to celebrate than making a special dinner to mark the occasion, especially since Divian is off visiting with the Zigvolt family and isn’t there to stop him from cooking! With all of the horror stories he’s heard from Silver about his father’s biohazard-like cooking skills, Riddle is internally wondering if this summer away from his mother is truly worth it. Especially when a bowl of indistinct liquid of a tar-like consistency is placed in front of him. Maybe he should’ve stayed home…

“Father, perhaps I could help—”

“No, no, Silver! This is a very special occasion, so it required a very special recipe that requires great focus! Go and sit with Riddle until dinner, I can handle this!”

“But, perhaps we should wait for Mother?”

“She won’t be back until breakfast tomorrow! So I’ll handle dinner!”

“But, Father—”

Riddle glanced slightly anxiously at the door as he sat on Silver’s bed politely, unable to not overhear the conversation downstairs that was born from his arrival. It was the first time Riddle would be staying over with Silver and his parents—thank the Seven that his mother fell for his lie that he’d be staying with his older sister for the summer—so, he could understand why Lilia was so excited. His son’s boyfriend, and his future son-in-law by extension, would be staying over for the summer and it was the first time he’d ever been there. And, after all, it was fae nature to be hospitable, as they had to follow the Rule of Hospitality, so it only made sense for Lilia to want to have something special for dinner during Riddle’s first night.

But, the redhead had heard horror stories from Silver, Sebek, and even Lilia’s own wife, Divian, about the old fae’s cooking. How strange meats were burnt to char, how pots boiled over with bubbling goop that moved as if it were alive, how sauces almost sizzled with a pungent odor, and how everything smelled so stomach churning that it could make one faint.

Riddle shuddered as he thought about how Silver was still somehow alive after consuming that kind of food for his entire childhood. It seemed impossible, yet Silver was still alive and rather healthy, if his strong physique was anything to go by.

The redhead was about to dwell on the terrifying thought of Lilia’s cooking even more, but Silver entering the room quietly snapped him out of his daze.

“Is everything alright, dear?” Riddle asked as the sleepy boy plopped down beside him.

Silver let out a soft, defeated sigh, “Father is determined to make dinner by himself. I tried my best to convince him to let me help or wait for Mother to come home, but it was as impossible as trying to move a mountain.”

“I suppose there are worse things, such as starving and having no dinner at all,” Riddle murmured, leaning his head against the taller boy’s shoulder.

“I think I’d rather starve,” Silver replied before letting out a yawn. “Mmm, sleepy.”

“Dinner won’t be too long, dear,” Riddle mumbled, stifling a yawn himself. Truth be told, he was rather exhausted from getting his belongings settled in and going on walks in the nearby forest with Silver and the woodland creatures that loved him so. However, a nap before dinner would throw off his carefully crafted sleeping schedule. “You should stay awake.”

“If I recall, Father said,” Silver interrupted himself with a soft yawn that Riddle had to fight to not follow suit, “mmm, that the recipe required charred meat. So, it’ll take quite a while for him to burn the meat to a crisp and chop up his other ingredients.” The silver haired boy wrapped his arms around his short boyfriend like he was a pillow, his eyelids growing heavier by the second. “A nap wouldn’t hurt, my Queen…”

Riddle thought for a moment before he sighed, his own tiredness and desire for affection winning the internal battle, “Alright, we can nap. But can we at least get comfortable?”

“Oh, right, of course,” Silver murmured, shifting with surprising swiftness. Riddle let out a small yelp as his boyfriend maneuvered them both into a comfortable position on his bed, the redhead laid on top of and wrapped in the muscular arms of the silver haired boy. “Comfortable, my Queen?”

“Yes, my knight,” Riddle replied sleepily, suddenly feeling especially tried. He was more exhausted than he thought apparently, the world seeming to slow down and his eyelids feeling too impossibly heavy to keep open. “Thank you.”

“Anything for you, my Queen,” Silver mumbled, placing a soft kiss on the shorter boy’s forehead before he laid down fully and allowed the familiar pull of sleep drag him into the abyss of dreams. “I love you.”

Riddle barely mumbled a reply before his eyes slipped shut and he fell asleep, Silver almost immediately following suit. The peaceful embrace of sleep was shared silently between the two teens, a separate world away from any and all worries—from pressures of parents to trying to not need a visit to the emergency room halfway through dinner. All of those troubles were far away from the bubble of serenity and peacefulness within that small cottage room on that old yet unbelievably comfortable bed.

Well, it was a bubble of peacefulness and serenity before Lilia knocked on the door and popped his head into the room, shocking both boys awake.

“Ah, I’m glad you boys remained decent while all alone in here!” Lilia beamed.

“Father, please refrain from such comments,” Silver sighed as he sat up and glanced at Riddle, his face a deep shade of crimson from the implication of the old fae’s sentence. “You might give Riddle an aneurysm or make him run out of blood to pump if you continue to make them.”

“Apologies, my mouth runs faster than my logical thinking at times,” Lilia smiled, walking over and patting his sleepy son on the head. “I wanted to tell you that dinner is just about finished simmering so you two could have some time to wake up.”

“Thank you, Father,” Silver replied, blinking a few times in an attempt to remove the haze of post-nap sleepiness from them.

“Of course, Silver,” Lilia said smoothly, making his way back to the bedroom door before he turned to look at the two teens a final time. “I’ll see you both in a few minutes.”

And with that the old fae left the room, the door shutting with a soft thunk! and click! sound.

Silver sighed as he looked to his short boyfriend, his face significantly less red as he’d calmed down, “Are you up for dinner? You can say you’re not feeling well if you really don’t want to try it.”

“D-Don’t be silly, Silver. That would be rude,” Riddle replied with a slight stutter. While he was incredibly anxious about what dinner Lilia had managed to scrounge up, especially now that a pungent and slightly sharp scent wafted through the house, he wasn’t going to lie to get out of it. “I…I should at least try it…”

“You could end up in the emergency room,” Silver murmured, seemingly imagining the scenario in his head if his slightly horrified expression was anything to go off of.

“It’ll be alright, dear,” Riddle assured, though he wasn’t sure himself. “If I were to get sick, I’d likely just vomit and have a sensitive stomach for the next few days. It wouldn’t be anything too serious.”

“If you’re sure,” Silver sighed, standing up with a stretch before offering his hand to the redhead, “we should go downstairs before Father accuses us of trying to sneak out the window.”

Riddle decided to not comment on Silver’s words, given that Lilia likely would come to that conclusion either jokingly or seriously, and just took the taller boy’s hand and let him lead him downstairs. The scent grew stronger as the two got closer and closer to the kitchen. Riddle couldn’t tell what it was exactly, but he could smell burnt chicken, some exotic fruits he couldn’t name aside from some pineapple, a strange array of spices from thyme to oregano, what could’ve been dark chocolate or charred cacao fruits, and what the redhead imagined the color purple mixed with the color brown would smell like. It didn’t make much sense and it was a sharp, pungent scent that was both concerning yet ever so slightly appetizing.

He couldn’t recall smelling anything like it, but it sort of smelled like what his mother would cook when Riddle was a child. Only this scent was of a more flavorful kind of hellish dish rather than the bland and almost impossible to swallow food his mother had made him eat. It was nutritious, but the taste was always cardboard-like and utterly abysmal and made Riddle almost weep tears of joy when he was given a controlled portion of fruit on special occasions.

But, Riddle wondered if that was actually culinary heaven compared to what Lilia was currently dishing up. The dish was definitely some kind of liquid, given the pot, bowls, and ladle Riddle could see from the table as Silver made sure he sat down before going into the kitchen. But Riddle knew it probably couldn’t be classified as any other kind of meal that was mostly liquid, such as a soup or a stew. Maybe it was a kind of chili or gumbo? Sure didn’t smell like it. Hell, it didn’t smell like any kind of food, not any kind that Riddle had ever heard of, anyways.

“Silver, I told you I could handle dinner,” Lilia sighed, gently patting the boy’s hand away from the ladle before taking it in his own hand. “You’re so worried over nothing! I assure you, my cooking won’t harm your boyfriend in any way. You grew up eating it, and now you’re a strong and healthy boy! So it can’t be all too dangerous!”

“Father, I’m sure I lived due to you receiving help and Mother keeping you out of the kitchen as much as possible,” Silver replied, wary eyes nervously glancing at the pot on the stove, specifically the strangely colored steam rising from the liquid. It was some mix of muted rainbow colors, strangely enough, and should’ve been impossible. But it existed thanks to the possibly biohazard-like cooking of an old fae.

“Nonsense! My cooking is nutritious and had everything one needs to survive!” Lilia smiled confidently before shooing his son out of the kitchen and towards the table where the other teenage boy was sat. “Now let me dish up dinner in peace, boy!”

“Silver, don’t worry so much, I’ll be fine,” Riddle murmured taking the taller boy’s hand as he stopped at his side.

“My Queen, his food is like if a biohazard and a war crime had a love child,” Silver sighed softly. “I really don’t want to end up having to go back to the Queendom of Roses so you can get your stomach pumped just because of my father’s cooking.”

“If I survived my mother’s abysmal ‘nutritious’ meals as a child, I think I can handle Lilia’s cooking,” Riddle replied. “But I appreciate you worrying about me.”

Silver was about to speak again, but was stopped when a bowl of pungent smelling liquid was placed in front of Riddle.

“Now, now, you two can be lovey after dinner!” Lilia smiled as he set down two other bowls on the table, completely ignoring Riddle’s red face. “Oh, Silver, would you please help me with the rest? I only have so many hands.”

“Of course, Father,” Silver replied, giving his boyfriend’s hand a small squeeze before following his father into the kitchen.

As the two left to the kitchen, Riddle warily peered into the bowl his future father-in-law placed in front of him. And, truth be told, he couldn’t tell what in the world was in it.

The liquid within the bowl was somehow incredibly thick—looking almost like tar—and was ominously bubbling, despite not being over any heat source. It also looked as if it was shifting colors from indigo to green to red to brown to purple and back to indigo again, a shifting sickly rainbow that matched the steam that floated from the hot liquid. There were also strange cut up chunks of what looked to be charred meat floating within the liquid—the liquid that refused to stick to the meat on any way, as if they were oil and water. There also seemed to be strange looking vegetables and herbs haphazardly chopped up and thrown into the mixture, some poking out the top of the liquid and others being held down below the surface. And the little roughly chopped up bits of thyme on top of the strange liquid seemed to tie in the whole dish that made one feel completely uneasy and slightly regretful of every last life choice that led them to that moment.

And that feeling was just now sinking in for Riddle as he felt the small pit in his stomach grow larger and larger. Maybe his mother’s cooking would’ve been the better option, no matter how bland and horrid the taste of each dish. After all, the bowl of indistinct liquid in front of him looked like if the very concept of food poisoning was somehow made into a dish.

“If I ran into the forest for a few hours and came back tonight, maybe they wouldn’t—,” Riddle thought before he shook his head firmly, “no, no! Riddle, you are going to respect your host and eat what was prepared for you! No matter how…sickening it may look or how sick it will make you…”

A soft sigh left the redhead’s mouth as he composed himself. He’d eat the dinner Lilia so enthusiastically and excitedly prepared even if it killed him.

…though he likely should’ve drafted a will before coming over to his boyfriend’s home for the summer.

“Sorry it took a minute! I had trouble fishing out the tomato juice!” Lilia beamed as he walked back into the dining area, placing a basket of bread—thankfully it looked to be from an actual bakery—along with a large bottle of tomato juice and water glasses on the table. Behind the old fae, Silver walked in with two pitchers, one holding water and the other being covered with a cheese cloth and containing an orange liquid with fruits and what looked to be thyme or some other herb floating in it, and set them both on the table next to the tomato juice. “And I assume that you won’t be having any juice, Riddle, so I made sure we had water and some of my special summer cocktail! Nonalcoholic, of course!”

“Oh, thank you,” Riddle murmured softly, eyeing the covered pitcher. “If I may ask, what is in the cocktail you’ve prepared, Lilia?”

“Hm? Oh, it’s a simple infused mixture!” Lilia smiled before he began listing off the ingredients. “I mixed together equal parts water and carrot juice before adding cut pineapple chunks, slices of lemon, orange, and lime, and partially chopped thyme. Then I let it set in the icebox for a couple of days, so the flavor should be nice and strong! And, personally, I think it pairs rather nicely with the stew I’ve made for dinner tonight!”

So the meal was meant to be a stew of sorts…

“Father, where did you learn this recipe, exactly? It doesn’t seem familiar,” Silver questioned, flinching as one of the bowls let out a thick pop! sound as the so-called “stew” within bubbled ominously.

“Oh, I invented it myself!” Lilia replied proudly. “I am a man of culinary expertise and a former war general, so I came up with this stew as a way to both feed and nourish my troops after a hard day’s work! Though, it was much, much worse back in the day, given what very little I had to work with ‘in the trenches,’ as the children say. So it’s much more pleasant now and I think you and Riddle will quite like it once you try it!”

“Well, I—ahem—admire your ingenuity, Lilia. Coming up with a healthy recipe is hard work, even when you have proper ingredients,” Riddle murmured.

“Bah! It wasn’t too hard!” Lilia replied with a dismissive wave of his hand. “But I appreciate the compliment. Now, would you please try it?”

Riddle glanced at Silver, who was shaking his head “no” at the shorter boy from behind his father, before looking back to the old fae with a shaky, but polite smile, “Of course, thank you for the meal.”

The redhead nervously picked up the spoon beside his bowl and carefully dipped it into the mixture within. And, surprisingly, the spoon penetrated the surface of the strange looking “stew” rather easily, like a hot knife through butter. The spoon also came away from the mixture with little to no resistance, though the thick liquid attempted to hold onto the bit on the metal utensil before snapping away like it was made of rubber, the force causing the “stew” in the bowl to ripple slightly.

Another glance at Silver, who was now shaking his head a bit more vigorously and mouthing at the shorter boy to just put the spoon down and walk away slowly, had Riddle even more nervous. But, he was in too deep to consider turning back now.

With a small inhale, Riddle swiftly put the spoon in his mouth, his lips closing around it before he pulled it away from his mouth—the “stew” now trapped within.

Surprisingly, Riddle didn’t feel like throwing up and running to wash the taste from his mouth at all. The texture of the warm liquid was oddly thick, almost gelatinous, but it melted—most likely due to the warmth of his tongue—into a proper stock-like feel in his mouth.

As for the taste, it was hard to place what exactly it was with all of the different flavors the redhead managed to pick up. It was tangy and tart to say the least, the flavor of several fruits such as grapefruits and apricots and dark cherries hitting the redhead’s tongue. A barrage of herbal flavors accompanied the strange fruitiness, a range of spices and even some tea-like flavors filled the boy’s mouth—and did he taste dried jalapeños and brown sugar, too?

Overall, the taste wasn’t all that bad, even the gamey and charred taste of the meat added a nice smokiness to the strange mix of herbal, tangy, sweet, and tart flavors the redhead was getting. And it went down his throat surprisingly smoothly, it didn’t violently try to climb back out or attack him, no, it was simply a stew. A strange stew, but a nice stew.

“Well?” Lilia asked, snapping Riddle out of his thoughts and gaining his attention. Apparently, both the old fae and Silver sat down while the redhead had his first bite of dinner. Did he really space out that much while tasting the stew.

“A-Ahem. Surprisingly, it was rather pleasant, despite how pungent it smells,” Riddle replied, eyeing the pitcher that was filled with Lilia’s “special summer cocktail,” as the old fae put it.

Silver’s jaw dropped while his father’s face broke out into an excited grin. “You’re…You’re not sick? At all? No feelings of nausea?” the sleepy boy stuttered out.

“No, I feel just fine,” Riddle replied, taking another quick bite of stew. “And I was wondering if I could have a glass of the ‘cocktail’ Lilia made, if it isn’t too much trouble.”

“Oh, of course!” Lilia beamed, finally snapping out of his elated daze before pouring the short teen a glass of the orange liquid and handing it to him. “It’s been quite a while since I’ve found someone who really appreciates my own original recipes!”

“That’s because they’re inedible,” Silver mumbled as he struggled to swallow a bite of stew.

“Thank you,” Riddle murmured as Lilia handed him his glass before taking a sip. Tart, fruity, herbal, earthy, and sweet all at the same time. It really did pair nicely with the stew. “Oh, this is rather nice!”

“Oh, I am so glad you like what I’ve made, Riddle! I’m sure Divi will be quite surprised when she comes home to the news that you of all people enjoy my cooking, Riddle!” Lilia beamed, casually eating his own bowl of stew.

“Well, this is culinary heaven compared to what my sisters and I grew up eating,” Riddle replied, taking another sip of his drink. “Everything tasted abysmally like cardboard and what I can only imagine depression tastes like.”

“Well, it makes sense why you’d enjoy my cooking, then,” Lilia sighed. “You grew up with no flavor and likely less nutrients than you actually needed, so it makes sense that you’d enjoy my flavorful and nutrient dense cooking!”

“I suppose so,” Riddle said absentmindedly, more focused on his dinner than anything. It didn’t help that his mother fed him her tasteless and empty swill she called food before he’d left her house earlier that morning, making him rather hungry given that he’d been so wrapped up in spending time with Silver that he hadn’t had any lunch.

The rest of dinner went on without any kind of strange events, mainly just idle chatter and Silver wondering how his boyfriend enjoyed a “stew” that he himself found less than inedible (but he still finished it since his father put in the work). And while Silver almost fell out of his chair in shock when Riddle asked for a second helping of stew, dinner was rather calm. It was a warm and comforting experience to Riddle, unfamiliar yet so lovely. Like a tiny part of him felt so much better after crying for this feeling for so long.

The comforting feeling continued as he left the bathroom that evening, dressed in his pajamas with his face washed and teeth brushed, and made his way back to Silver’s room with his clothes from that day in hand. Though, his poor boyfriend wasn’t faring very well, having only a minute after finishing his bowl of stew before vomiting the slop up on the kitchen floor as he tried to help with dishes. The poor boy had almost passed out in the bile had it not been for Lilia’s fae reflexes catching his son before he carried him upstairs so he could rest and wash the taste of vomit out of his mouth. However, it didn’t really hit Riddle how horrible the stew actually affected Silver until he was back in the quiet boy’s room and actually saw him.

Even after throwing up and washing his mouth out several times, Silver still looked like he had the flu just from eating dinner. It had been so long since he’d actually eaten his father’s cooking that his resistance to consuming it had weakened severely, especially with his mother keeping him out of the kitchen even more so he wouldn’t torture any other students with his bioweapon grade cooking. Either way, the poor boy’s stomach was in knots, having just been emptied of now unfamiliar swill and about a quarter of its acid.

“How are you feeling now, dear?” Riddle asked as he set his dirty clothes in the room’s hamper. “Should I ask where the medicine is?”

“No, no, it’s alright,” Silver groaned in reply as he sat up on his bed, hand on his stomach. “I haven’t had Father’s cooking in quite some time, especially one of his own…er, original recipes. My body seems to have a weakened tolerance for his food due to that.”

“You’re sure you’ll be alright? Getting the medicine won’t be trouble so long as I know where to look for it,” Riddle murmured, sitting down next to the sleepy boy.

“I’m fine, Riddle,” Silver assured gently, leaning against his boyfriend as he felt the beginning of a drowsy spell. “I’ll just be put off any food or drink until tomorrow and have a sensitive stomach for a day or two. It’s nothing…I can’t handle.”

Riddle sighed, turning and taking Silver’s face in his hands as he took note of the boy’s sleepy voice and droopy eyes. “You’re falling asleep. Let’s go to sleep, dear,” the redhead murmured.

“But I’d,” Silver interrupted himself with a rather long yawn, “mmm, like to stay awake a bit. I love listening to your voice.”

“You can listen to it while we lay down,” Riddle replied gently but firmly. “I want to talk with you, too, but I’m not going to have my sleep schedule disrupted too badly.”

“Mmm, yes, my Queen,” Silver mumbled sleepily, managing to stay sitting up as Riddle got up to blow out the candle on the nightstand, allowing the moonlight pouring in from the window to bathe the room in a silver glow.

The two shuffled in the moonlit room, Silver sleepily helping Riddle over to the side of the bed that was against the wall, murmuring something about how he would be the one facing the door for some protective reason. The redhead wasn’t really listening, being too tired to really compute the words coming out of his boyfriend’s mouth. Both boys shuffled under the blanket and maneuvered so that they were facing each other in a way, with the redhead laying his head on the taller boy’s chest.

“Goodnight, Silver,” Riddle murmured as he yawned softly. “…I love you.”

“I…love you more, Ri…ddle,” Silver replied sleepily, letting out one last tiny yawn before his eyelids shut and his breathing evened out as sleep effortlessly washed over him.

Riddle sighed contentedly, leaning in to Silver as he let his eyes slip shut. Though the evening had a few bumps and Lilia almost poisoned his son, Riddle felt like it was a successful first dinner staying with his boyfriend’s family. And as he felt his consciousness fading away into the void of sleep, he could only think of one thing as he distantly heard Lilia enthusiastically greeting what sounded like a giggling Divian downstairs at the door…

…this was sure to be both his most eventful and wonderful summer yet.

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I strongly believe that this is Divian, Malleus, and Mealodie whenever they spot something shiny, especially if any of them are in a “no thoughts head empty” kind of mood-

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Imagine Silver being at the stage when he doesn’t want to go to bed because he wants to know how the story Lilia is telling him ends-

Silver is just clinging onto Divian, sleepy and pouting and going “Mama, I wanna hear how Papa’s story ends…he has to tell me more…” while trying his best to stay awake. And Lilia also wants to finish telling Silver the story because he was also just as invested in telling it as Silver was invested in listening to it.

Eventually, Lilia convinces Divian to let Silver cuddle with her while they lay down in bed and that way Silver is in bed but can also listen to the rest of the story. Everyone wins.

Though, neither Silver or Divian hear the rest of the story because they both conk out three minutes after Lilia begins to continue telling his story. And the old fae can’t help but smile as he watches over his sleeping wife and son. He wasn’t too tired, he’d likely go to bed in a few hours, and he would gladly spend those few hours watching over two of his favorite people and think about how fucking lucky he is.

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Divian: *holding baby Silver after Lilia brought him home* Oh, isn’t he the cutest little thing! After over a hundred years I’ve forgotten how adorable infants could be.

Lilia: I’ve named him Silver. I think it’s a fitting name.

Divian: And you’re right about that, Lili. He’s like a little beam of moonlight.

Divian: *turns to Malleus and Mealodie, who are visiting* What do you two think about him?

Malleus: It’s so ugly I almost pity it…

Mealodie: He isn’t a mirror, Brother.

Malleus: YOU’D INSULT YOUR OWN BROTHER!?!?

Mealodie: YOU JUST INSULTED AN INFANT!!!

Malleus & Mealodie: *bickering in introverted dragon siblings*

Baby Silver: *laughing*

Divian: These next few years are sure to be fun! Don’t you think so, dearest?

Lilia: If it means more of these moments? Yes, it does seem like we’ll be having a lot of fun.

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I have an image in my head of the court of Briar Valley being dumb and accidentally spreading a rumor that General Vanrouge was courting his right hand, Lieutenant General of the Right, and Princess Meleanor’s most trusted handmaiden—Peaches.

Meleanor is obviously the first to hear of it, but she enjoys screwing with Lilia and occasionally Peaches, so she keeps her mouth shut. She’ll occasionally listen to a few of the nobles gossiping about it and act shocked or maybe even spice up the rumor herself if she’s feeling especially bored. The mischief of the Princess truly knows no bounds.

If it’s around the time Divian showed up, she’ll be very surprised and actually believe it for a moment before she remembers how Peaches and Lilia actually act around one another. Divian was so close to having a panic attack and hysterically sobbing that her mind blocks it out like a PTSD flashback and she goes on her way. Basically, she instantly forgets about it and doesn’t tell Lilia or Peaches about any of it because her mind treated it like blocking out trauma or something of the sort.

And Baul finds gossip exhausting. Why would he engage in such useless drivel when he could be training or accompanying Lilia or Meleanor on something important? What if he’s needed elsewhere? He can’t let anything get in the way of his duty as a knight! So, Baul doesn’t even know about the rumor.

Eventaully, at some sort of party that required both of them to attend, someone comes up to Peaches and Lilia as they’re having polite conversation and asks when they’re going to be getting married. Lilia is frozen and Peaches chokes on her wine because they hadn’t even done the acceptance of a small gift to start the courting process!

Since when were they ENGAGED?!?!!?!

Lilia is furiously demanding to know what demented fool started this preposterous rumor while Peaches is trying to not gag at the thought of seeing any part of Lilia that was usually covered outside of treating injuries. They had a sibling-like relationship, so the thought of being intimately close was nauseating for both of them.

The entire party is just them dissolving these completely untrue rumors and basically saying they’d rather off themselves than lay a finger on each other in any way aside from tending to battle wounds and making sure that they don’t bleed out.

Baul is shocked because this is the first he’s hearing this, Divian is shocked for a split second before she remembers that she knew this already, and Meleanor is having the time of her life with Levan in the corner and watching the chaos unfold.

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Divian: Yeah, well, I fucked your dad-

Silver: . . .

Silver: You’re his wife…wouldn’t it be normal for you two to do that?

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Divian: Malleus, please-

Malleus: NO! NEVER! THE SEVEN RINGS OF HELL WILL HAVE TO FREEZE OVER BEFORE I FOLD!

Lilia: Malleus, you have to socialize at one point.

Malleus: I SOCIALIZE!

Divian: Talking to gargoyles, having small talk with us, Silver, and Sebek, and only holding conversations with Mealodie doesn’t count, dear.

Malleus: YES IT DOES!

Lilia: Meleanor, why did you have to give birth to a diehard introvert???

Divian: Malleus, I have a proposition for you.

Malleus: I can guarantee any attempt is futile, but state your proposition.

Divian: If you go out and make a friend, I’ll order some of your favorite ice cream for you.

Malleus: *teleports out of his room* Really?!

Divian: Yes, Malleus, I will really get you your ice cream.

Lilia: *calls into Malleus’s room* And we’ll get you some ice cream, too, Mealodie! All you have to do is make a friend with your brother!

Mealodie: *teleports out of the hiding closet* Okay!

And that’s how Malleus and Mealodie made friends with Amelia-