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TWST dads

Summary: What kind of dad would the NRC boys be?

Characters: NRC students

A/N: This isn't really an "X reader" unless you imagine yourself as the other parent. This was fun to write, I hope it's fun to read. (Don't tell anyone, but this isn't proofread.)

Riddle Rosehearts: The strict dad

Not super strict, but strict enough. He’s always enforcing rules and monitors his kid(s) grades like a hawk. If he catches them breaking rules he set in place, he won’t yell, but he will tell them why they shouldn’t do that. Depending on the severity of what they did, he might ground them. He tries not to be overbearing or as strict as his mom was with him. He just wants to show his kid(s) that he cares in the best way he knows how. And if he’s scared of being too harsh on his kid(s) he’ll talk to his partner and friends. He just wants to be a good dad.

Trey Clover: The dad

Not a specific type of dad. Just a dad. He’s top-tier dad material. Trey will teach his kid(s) everything, he’ll support their interest, help them with homework, bake desserts for them when they do something good. He does everything a dad should do. Just typical, good dad behavior. Everyone wants Trey as their dad. His kid(s) absolutely love him. Even when he grounds them and they get mad at him.

Cater Diamond: The influencer dad

This isn’t in the way that he posts his kid(s) entire life on social media, but will just post pictures when they’re being cute. If they have a cute onesie on, he’ll take pictures and post it online talking about how cute they look in it. He’ll post pictures of a birthday party, wishing them a happy birthday. He just wants people to know how cute his kid(s) is/are. And he will delete every negative comment, because he won’t allow false information to be spread. Most of the time though, he’s too busy loving his kid(s) to even think about social media.

Deuce Spade: The supportive dad

Deuce tries to support his kid(s) as best as he can. He’ll do his best to help with homework, he’ll try to engage in their interest, he’ll tell them to just be themselves. He’ll listen to his kid(s) talk about something they’re passionate about, and he’ll ask questions to let them know he’s listening. He tries so hard. He’s not always the best, but he tries. There are many times where he won’t know what his kid is talking about, but he’ll listen so intently. He wants his kids to know that he loves and cares for them. He has the hardest time punishing them though. He’ll ground them, but the moment he’s alone, he talks to his partner about how bad he feels. He’s a good dad.

Ace Trapolla: The playful dad

Ace is always joking around and (affectionately) messing with his kid(s). He’s the dad that makes dad jokes because his kid(s) hate it. When they’re super young, he’ll just play with them and tickle them. But when they grow older and can understand the difference between seriousness and playing around, he starts messing with them and playing pranks. He’ll also embarrass his kid(s) in public. He’s just always messing around with his kid(s) (affectionately).

Leona Kingscholar: The chill dad

He’s just laid back and lets his kid(s) do their thing. He’s not negligent or lazy by any means. He’ll look out for his kid(s) and make sure they don’t get hurt. If they want to play with him, he’ll play. If they want to tell him about something they’re interested in, he’ll listen. If his kid(s) want to play by themself, he’ll let them. He’s going to make sure they don’t run off and get hurt, but if they want to do something alone, he’ll let them. And if he has multiple, he’ll make sure that they know they’re loved equally.

Ruggie Bucchi: The hard-worker dad

He works a lot. He spends more time working than he does taking care of his kid(s). It’s not that he doesn’t want to, he just wants to make money so that he has enough money to give his kid(s) a more comfortable life. When he does have free time, he’s taking good care of his kid(s). He tries to have a good work-life balance but it’s hard with his financial situation. He loves his kids and that’s why he works so hard.

Jack Howl: The athletic dad

He’s working out a lot. Not to the point that he neglects his kid(s) or anything. In fact, his kid(s) are around when he works out sometimes. He’d encourage them to sit on his back while he does push ups, or they’ll ask if he can bench press them. When they’re young, he’d take them for walks in their stroller. He’d want to jog, but he isn’t sure if that’ll hurt them. His kid(s) are fascinated by his strength.

Azul Ashengrotto: The protective dad

Not overprotective. The right amount of protectiveness. Azul has been bullied before and he knows how it feels, so he wants to keep his kid(s) from going through the same thing. He always asks them how school was and if they made any new friends. And god forbid they get bullied in front of him. He won’t hit a child but he is going to scam their parents so hard. Think before you bully Timmy, your family’s broke now.

Jade Leech: The adventurous dad

He takes his kid(s) everywhere. Not when they’re babies. He takes them around at the age he and Floyd started exploring the coral sea without supervision. Which is still pretty young. He’ll take them to the deepest trenches and the highest mountains. They’ll be fine afterwards, but his partner needs to be watchful.

Floyd Leech: The “fun” dad

He will not let his kid(s) do anything boring and he will not let his kid(s) be boring. He takes them to do whatever he finds fun. He’ll take them somewhere dangerous, but they'll end up fine. He’s just teaching his kids to fend for themselves. Takes them somewhere dangerous and ditches them. He’ll wait just a bit away and congratulate them for surviving. It’s best if his partner takes care of the kids.

Kalim Al-Asim: The fun dad

Actually fun, not life-threatening. He takes his kids to do whatever they want and will play with them. He’s very carefree and his child-like excitement about most things makes him good with kids. He’ll use his UM and let his kids play in the rain. His kids love him for how fun he is, but it does lead him to not grounding them when he should.

Jamil Viper: The tired dad

He’s exhausted. Not because of his kid(s), but outside forces. He comes home from work and he’s ready to go to bed. He does spend time with his kid(s) though. He’s not going to neglect them because he’s tired. There have been times where he’s fallen asleep while playing with them and they’ll just snuggle up to him and fall asleep as well. He’s a good dad but just a very tired one.

Vil Schoenheit: The celebrity dad

Feel like this one was obvious. Vil tries to avoid being seen with his kid(s) in public. He doesn’t want their life to be put on blast. He’ll wear different disguises every time they go out. For a while, he doesn’t tell his kid(s) that he’s famous. They’re watching a movie and just start screaming when their dad shows up. He loves his kid(s) and makes sure that they can have private lives unlike him.

Rook Hunt: The dangerous dad

Takes his kid(s) for their first hunting trip at the age of four. He gets them little trainer bows and teaches them how to sneak up on their prey. By the time they’re six, he tests them by making them hunt him. They aren't able to because he’s too quick but he assures them that they’ll do it someday. Everytime they hunt, he goes for increasingly bigger and bigger animals. They do end up getting attacked by some animals. Rook always saves them on time, but they’re still terrified every time. His partner should look after the kids.

Epel Felmier: The outdoorsy dad

His kid(s) will spend more time outside than inside. He takes them all around the farm and will let them pick apples with him. In the winter time, he takes them sledding, has snowball fights, watch the sledathon, etc. Most of his childhood was spent outside and he loved that, so he’s sure his kid(s) will too. He won’t stop them from staying inside, but he would prefer if they came outside. He wants bonding time.

Idia Shroud: The gamer dad

He’s an epic gamer. His kid(s) love watching him play video games because of how good he is. And they get into video games too. They’ll get so excited to play and end up getting frustrated when they’re not as good as Idia. Idia encourages them to keep trying and tells them that he got good by practicing. He’ll play multiplayer games with them and they’ll have a lot of fun. (And if it’s an online fighting game, they’ll be happy to have him on they’re side).

Ortho Shroud: The uncle

The closest he’ll get to having kids is Idia having kids. He takes the kid(s) away from electronics so that they don’t end up as isolated as Idia. He’ll also take the kid(s) off of the Island of Woe to see the outside world (with permission). He won’t take them to dangerous places, but if they somehow end up in danger, Ortho has more than a couple weapons installed.

Malleus Draconia: The clingy dad

He’s a little overbearing. He doesn’t try to be, but he was alone most of his childhood and he doesn’t want that for his child(ren). He follows them everywhere to make sure they don’t feel lonely. If his partner doesn’t talk to him about it, Silver or Lilia will. Once he learns that he’s being suffocating, he reels it in. He’ll still spend time with them, but he learns to let them do stuff on their own.

Lilia Vanrouge: Umm?

Do I really need to tell you? Play the game, hope this helps!

Silver Vanrouge: The sleepy dad

His kid(s) will always find him asleep. They look away for one second while playing and he’s asleep. They just wake him up to continue playing. Aside from his sleepiness, they love him. He’s a great dad when he’s awake. They love watching his sparring his matches and will cheer him on. The match, of course, ends in victory. He can’t lose when his kid(s) cheer him on. When they’re tired, they’ll find their dad and cuddle up to him. He’s warm and it’s relaxing.

Sebek Zigvolt: The loud dad

His kid(s) hate being with him in public. They find it embarrassing. He drops them off and just yells at them to have a great day and they start looking around to make sure nobody saw that. Even alone, they don’t like it. There’s no reason to yell, they can hear him just fine. Little do they know, that’ll be them when they’re older.

#cute!

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A Potion for a Golden Afternoon - Floyd x Riddle - Chapter 2

A second chapter nearly double the length of the first. I hope you enjoy! (Read the first chapter here)

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“Floyd!?” Riddle exclaimed, looking at the moray that had just appeared in the room. “What happened!?”

“Goldfishie..?” Floyd questioned, wide eyes focusing on Riddle. “What’re you doing here?”

“Nevermind that, you’re covered in blood!”

Floyd was, in fact, dripping with blood. It had worked its way into his suit, and was smudged around his face.

“Yeah, no duh,” Floyd said, lifting up his red-stained gloves. “This sorta thing happens all the time. It’s not like it’s my blood or anything, so it’s fine!”

Riddle whipped his head back to Azul. “Explain.”

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(Link to AO3: A Potion for a Golden Afternoon - Angel_Ashido - Twisted-Wonderland (Video Game) [Archive of Our Own])

(Full chapter under the cut)

Chapter 2:

The Shaftlands were far colder than the Queendom of Roses, but Riddle welcomed the fresh air. What was to be his new place of employment sat in the middle of Maquillaville’s vast entertainment district, nestled between five-star hotels, gourmet restaurants, and star-studded theatres.

Azul hadn’t wasted any time in generating notoriety for himself. Divine Grotto was the place to be, judging by the sprawling line waiting to get in.

No, not waiting - hoping.

As far as the man himself, Azul appeared to have bulked up ever so slightly, painting a picture of vivacious health. The swooping cascade of his hair had been allowed to grow around an inch longer, so that it tickled the bottom of his neck. Riddle had no doubt that these new aspects of Azul were, somehow, calculated.

His wardrobe appeared to be mostly black, with accents of purple and gold. From his wide-brimmed hat, to the seashell shaped 24-carat gold hatpin that kept it in place, he was at once a bohemian and a businessman. A crafted persona that allowed him to seamlessly recline into Maquillaville’s upper echelons.

When Riddle had arrived at what was practically his doorstep, Azul had swept out his arms and set his bouncers at ease.

“Riddle, it’s so wonderful to see you!” When Azul floated over to Riddle, his footsteps were as smooth as though he were swimming. The passage of time had been kind to his motor skills, something that Azul had always seemed to struggle with. “It’s been far too long.”

The red-head in question eyed the bouncers, two beastmen who doubled his height. “Indeed, it has been.”

“Oh, don’t mind them,” Azul reassured him. “Come in, come in - allow me to give you the grand tour.”

Riddle followed Azul through the back door of the club and was surrounded by a luscious jazz tune. The establishment was both expensive and elegant, with every detail seeming to sing Azul Ashengrotto.

It was an impressive sight. Of course, Riddle would expect no less from Azul.

The pair weaved through a staff only door and through a narrow corridor. A corridor with no less than four security cameras across its roughly twenty-meter length.

Suspicious, Riddle thought to himself, looking up at them.

Azul noticed that Riddle was beginning to fall behind and turned to him with a well-practiced smile. “Yes, well, good security is of the utmost importance to me. Each camera is linked to a different security company, ensuring that if one goes down, the others remain active.”

“I take it that at least one of these goes back to S.T.Y.X?” Riddle guessed.

For a split second, Azul’s shoulders straightened, and he seemed far more like his old self.

He let out an airy laugh and made a visible effort to relax once more. “You say the strangest things, Riddle.”

It was somewhat reassuring to know that Riddle could still rattle the so-called merchant from the depths. “How has Idia been? I assume that you are still in contact?”

“What a funny assumption to make,” Azul said. “What makes you think that?”

“Your bracelet. It has a die on it. One of those many-sided ones. You and Idia spent many hours playing board games together, therefore, it must be a gift from him. Or, a part of a set,” Riddle reasoned.

“What if I had made a new board game related acquaintance?” Azul asked. “Is that so hard to believe?”

“That could be the case. But, knowing you, giving up contact with the heir to S.T.Y.X would be unthinkable.”

“Still sharp as ever, I see.” They reached a door, which Riddle followed Azul through. “I suppose I must admit defeat. Yes, I am still in contact with Idia. He is… Well. He is Idia. Going by that metric, he is doing fine.”

“I’m glad to hear that.” Riddle meant that; knowing that his fellow housewarden had gone on to find some level of contentment was a good thing.

They had arrived at what appeared to be an office space. It was a room big enough to fit a medium-sized boat, with a sitting area as well as a wide, neat desk. Striped wallpaper ran the length of three walls, while the fourth was made of glass.

Riddle stepped forward and looked down, seeing a horde of people mingling. Some were dancing, while others were seated and enthralled by their conversational partners. A sound-proofing spell had been worked through the office - in spite of the swinging revelry downstairs, he could have heard a pin-drop.

“Idia confessed to me that he, on occasion, suffers from nightmares about you,” Azul told Riddle after he had locked the door.

“Really? Why is that?”

Azul chuckled at Riddle’s shock. “He was quite frightened of you, during our school years. You had a reputation for your strictness, after all.”

Riddle could not argue with that.

The chaise-longue that Riddle sank into was an endless black, with clear gemstones studding the back of it. Would this be his life now? A single rose in the dark depths of the ocean, vibrant amidst the shadows.

Easy prey for the creatures that dwell below.

With a wave of his cane, a tea set appeared on the table before them. Azul set about pouring a cup for each of them before sitting next to Riddle, one leg crossed over the other.

“Now then, shall we get down to business?” he asked.

“Yes, of course.”

“Excellent.” Azul laced his gloved fingers together. “I won’t intrude upon the details that brought you here, though I must admit I am very curious as to what they may be. Ultimately, I do not believe that your circumstances change much. Ah, but before we continue… You have a medical mage licence, yes?”

Riddle tried to keep his growing suspicions from showing in his expression. “Yes, I do. I am a qualified doctor, though I have also studied law, to an extent.”

“Of course.” Azul’s smile deepened. “I had no doubts that you would go on to achieve great things, Riddle Rosehearts. However, the position that I would place you in is somewhat… unorthodox, with that in mind.”

Unorthodox? Riddle was unsure what to make of that. “How so?”

“Due to your experience as the housewarden of Heartslabyul, as well as your personal qualities, I believe you to be uniquely qualified as an events coordinator.”

An event coordinator? That was… not what Riddle had in mind at all. It didn’t involve back-alley surgeries or brewing illegal potions.

“However, should the need ever arise, I would trust you to be available in other aspects. Having a skilled medical mage around comes with its uses, after all. It is a small price to pay for security, no?”

There it was. Back-alley surgeries were still on the table.

Had Azul implied such a thing years ago, Riddle would have stormed out of the room. Perhaps he would have set the flower arrangement on the table ablaze.

“So long as you afford me deniability against any… ill-mannered affairs, I will make myself useful to you.”

Riddle had changed. He averted his eyes so that he didn’t have to see the bewildered look on Azul’s face.

“I can’t go back there,” Riddle admitted, before Azul could question his willingness to turn a blind eye. “And if I have to spend one more minute in a hospital, I fear I may burn it to the ground.”

“I see,” Azul said, though Riddle suspected that he did not. “Now I feel even more curious…”

It was a subject best avoided. “What would acting as an ‘events coordinator’ entail?”

Azul took a sip of his tea before explaining, “Divine Grotto hosts many esteemed guests. We have a separate area dedicated to private functions for such guests. As the resident event coordinator, you would be required to oversee these functions, as well as assist in their planning. Reaching out to musicians, acquiring menu preferences, finalising invites, and such. I would train you personally, for I require someone who can meet my rigorous standards.”

“And you believe me to be that person?”

“I know you to be that person, Riddle. You run a tight ship - I need more capable individuals such as yourself on my payroll. Speaking of payroll… I would offer you accommodation, as well as a generous wage.”

“That’s… very kind of you.”

It was very kind of Azul. To offer an untrained walk-in such an important position was far from a savvy move. Which meant that Azul must have valued Riddle’s other skills above all else.

Unless there was another, hidden reason.

“If I found that the arrangement no longer suited me, would I be able to terminate my employment here?” Riddle asked.

“Naturally. We don’t hold anybody here against their will, Riddle.”

The last time he had heard that, Ace and Deuce were five percent sea anemone by volume.

“I assume that there’s a contract involved?”

“There would be. You’re welcome to take some time and perform a thorough reading of it.”

It didn’t seem as though Azul was trying to trick him. He was bending over backwards to ensure that Riddle was accommodated. Azul was a smoothtalker by trade, but Riddle had always been able to see through his prettified words.

“I will be certain to,” Riddle replied. “It shouldn’t take me too long… Unless it’s a mighty tome of a thing?”

“No, not at all, it’s just a few pages, plus the usual.”

‘A few pages plus the usual’ sounded like more than a few pages.

Azul stood and sauntered over to a drawer. He pulled out a contract, not the scroll that Riddle had been expecting, but rather a small stack of papers held together by a staple.

“I was expecting something a little more… magical,” Riddle admitted as Azul handed it to him.

Azul gave a short flick of his head in place of a shrug. “Those are saved for special occasions. Deals with a little more… gravitas, shall we say?”

Deals with more at stake, in other words.

Riddle began his initial scan of the paperwork, but was interrupted by a loud, groaning sort of noise. Something that sounded a lot like metal on metal.

“What is that?” Riddle asked, looking towards its source.

It sounded as though it was coming from the space behind Azul’s desk.

“It’s nothing to concern yourself with!” Azul fired. “Perfectly typical of the space!”

The sound grew louder and quicker, until the wallpaper behind Azul’s desk seemed to peel into itself without ripping. It was as though the wallpaper itself was a ghost doing gymnastics - a confusing sight for Riddle, who was beginning to feel the exhaustion of his journey.

Seeming to break through the fabric of reality, a heavy metal door swung through the wall.

“I’m finished, Azul… Blegh, it smells so gross,” whined a voice.

A voice that sent shivers dancing down Riddle’s back.

“Floyd!?” Riddle exclaimed, looking at the moray that had just appeared in the room. “What happened!?”

“Goldfishie..?” Floyd questioned, wide eyes focusing on Riddle. “What’re you doing here?”

“Nevermind that, you’re covered in blood!”

Floyd was, in fact, dripping with blood. It had worked its way into his suit, and was smudged around his face.

“Yeah, no duh,” Floyd said, lifting up his red-stained gloves. “This sorta thing happens all the time. It’s not like it’s my blood or anything, so it’s fine!”

Riddle whipped his head back to Azul. “Explain.”

Azul sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose.“Explaining such a thing is.. Complicated.”

“No it’s not,” Floyd observed, unhelpfully. “I beat a guy up, ‘cause it’s my job.”

“Floyd! You can’t just tell people that!” Azul chastised.

“Not like it’s a big deal. If goldfishie’s here, then it means that he’s one of us, right?”

“He hasn’t signed the contract yet, Floyd.”

Riddle looked down at the contract once more. “I take it this is what, ‘The employee will not divulge company information due to the sensitive nature of its clients,’ was alluding to?”

“Among other things… yes.”

“Chill out, Azul, if he rats me out, I’ll just get to squeeze him real hard.” Floyd’s unwavering gaze turned vicious. “That would be fun… Doncha think?”

“That won’t be necessary. I have no intention of doing something like that. For this to be beneficial to me, this business must continue to operate,” Riddle surmised. “Please give me some time to finish reading the contract.”

“Seriously? Aren’t you gonna yell at me?” Floyd asked, his threatening stare morphing to a pout. “That’s no fun…”

“Our dear friend Riddle has found himself down on his luck,” Azul explained. “So much so that he’s willing to set aside his pride. Be kind to him, Floyd. Now, why don’t you head back down and shower?”

“Whaaaat? But that’s no fair, I only just got here!”

“You’re getting the carpet dirty, Floyd.”

Floyd huffed and waved his magical pen. In a flash, the blood was gone, as though it had never been there in the first place. Riddle glanced over to him, and realised that, without the blood drawing away attention, he was much the same, except his hair had grown long enough to be contained as a small ponytail.

Azul scoffed. “Why couldn’t you have done that sooner?”

“Forgot.”

“Could you two please be quiet?” Riddle asked, trying not to sound too annoyed. “You’re making it difficult to concentrate.”

“My apologies. Allow me to step aside for a moment. Floyd, come along.”

Floyd attempted to protest, but was coaxed out of the office by Azul. Finally, Riddle could focus. In between sips of his now cold tea, he read the document once, then twice, and then a third and final time.

Everything appeared to be in order. His soul would remain his own, and the benefits were almost too good to be true. The only real downside was that working with Azul could very well get Riddle killed.

That was a risk he was willing to take. Dying was not the worst thing in the world, though, truth be told, he would rather avoid it.

Riddle sat and observed the patrons of Divine Grotto. The large window framed them as fish in a tank, placed there solely for the amusement of their overseer. Riddle wasn’t good enough to walk amongst them, let alone conduct such a well-oiled machine.

Azul seemed to think that he was, though. Whether that was worth anything was still to be discovered.

When Azul returned to the room, Riddle was more than glad. Being left alone with his thoughts had stopped being comfortable a long time ago.

“I am willing to accept the terms of this contract,” Riddle announced.

Floyd slinked into the room with an easygoing grin plastered across his face. “Really? Yay~ You get to work with me now!”

Before Riddle could so much as blink, Floyd had charged toward him and tackled him into a hug.

“Floyd! Stop that at once. Control yourself!” Azul yelled, trying to wrangle some order back into the situation.

Riddle’s limbs froze. He couldn’t push Floyd off. Floyd was huge, therefore difficult to push off, but Riddle couldn’t bring himself to even try to.

This is… warm, Riddle realised amidst the shock. It feels like… a warm summer’s day.

How long had it been since he had felt like that? Had he ever? Riddle’s life was a feverish blur. Bleak, hollow days. Thunderstorms with nowhere to hide. And then, without warning, sunrays, pure and golden, caressing him with their fervour. Whenever he acclimatised to that blistering heat, it would vanish, returning him to the cold, only worse. Worse because he knew what it meant to be warm - what he was missing.

It was only when he felt Floyd’s body tense around him that Riddle realised he was crying.

“Goldfishie…” Floyd murmured, too close to his ear. Far too close.

He pulled back. Through his tears, Riddle could see a worried sort of look on Floyd’s face, like he had just broken a vase. It didn’t suit him one bit.

“It’s not your fault,” Riddle choked. “I… I’m happy.”

Was he?

Riddle didn’t know. It was an easy thing to say. The right thing, judging by the way Floyd slumped back into his usual self.

“You shouldn’t cry if you’re happy,” he said. “You should dance or shout or somethin’.”

“And you shouldn’t dive bomb people, Floyd,” Azul retorted on Riddle’s behalf.

“It’s… fine. I’m alright,” Riddle managed, reigning the tears back in. “As I was saying, I am willing to take the position.”

“Very good,” Azul said, more than happy to breeze past what had just occurred. “Let me fetch you a pen.”

“I have a pen already.”

‘A magical one’, Riddle didn’t feel the need to voice.

Azul smiled. “Oh, but you’ve never truly used a pen until you’ve brandished one of these. Top of the line fountain pens, the smoothest writers I’ve ever had the joy of holding. The very word ‘luxury’ given form.”

A pen was a pen, but Riddle wasn’t about to hurt his new employer’s feelings.

“Please, enlighten me,” Riddle invited.

Floyd met his eyes with an almost conspiratorial look. The kind of look that seemed exclusive to him and Jade.

“Azul loooooves those pens,” Floyd whispered, though everyone in the room could hear him. “He was suuuuper mad when I broke one of them.”

“Dare I ask how you broke it?”

“I was using them to stage a pen-play. That pen died in the finale, so it got snapped in half.”

Only the most nonsensical answers from Floyd, Riddle was reminded.

Azul returned with a sleek, black pen. “Mad is an understatement. I was positively livid.”

“It was a good play, though.”

“Shockingly coherent, according to Jade.”

“Where is Jade?” Riddle asked, interrupting their revelry.

Floyd was quick to answer, “Kitchen, as usual.”

“An… actual kitchen?”

“Yeah?” Floyd answered. Amusement danced across his eyes. “What other kinds of kitchens are there?”

“The kinds that brew illicit potions?” Azul guessed. “Must you suspect us so, Riddle?”

That wasn’t a denial that they participated in such activities…

Azul handed Riddle the pen. Signing the contract felt far simpler than it should have. He just wrote his name on the line.

Riddle Rosehearts.

Just like that.

“Wonderful,” Azul said, picking up the contract. “Welcome to the family, Riddle.”

#twisted wonderland fanfiction #twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #floyd x riddle #riddle x floyd #azul ashengrotto #floyd leech #riddle rosehearts #mafia au #timeskip au

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angelthefandomobsessed · 7 days ago

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Happy April Fool’s Day 🤡

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angelthefandomobsessed · 7 days ago

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ok, so I have a HUGE hc for the tweels. Since they are morays, I'd like to believe that they share their incredibly poor eyesight. So maybe they're legally blind? Not completely, but enough to where they rely on brail or very large print text. So because of that, they have a really strong sense of smell like normal morays, and that's the main way they recognize other people. And that's why Floyd has such unique names for people, maybe because they smell like that kind of mer or something. And since they are meant to be green moray eels, what if their hair is actually like a bluish color but the natural oils from their skin and stuff turns it green similarly to how green morays skin is actually blue but looks green because of a yellowy mucus their skin secretes. And don't even get me started on the idea of them possibly retaining double jaws in their human form.

I love animals, morays especially so I'm kinda tweaking over this idea

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angelthefandomobsessed · 7 days ago

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Hello again! Same anon who was asking you about your writing rules! Thanks for letting me know, didn’t wanna just throw something at you without knowing if you were interested yet 😅

Anyways, you seem to be a fan of Silver based off of what i’ve read from you so far (I love him he’s my favorite ❤️), so I was wondering if you could write a scenario on what you think it would have looked like when Silver told Lilia and Malleus that he found out about his origins from Lilia’s dream?

I hate how they left that completely unaddressed because of how important it is to Silver’s character and his relationship with the Diafam. 😭

THANK YOU FOR THE REQUEST! I had a lot of fun writing this. I feel the same as you. I have hope that book 8 might continue some of Silver's plot, but in case it doesn't, at least you can make me write these fics because this kind of stuff is my favorite lol

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Despite their promise, Silver was given very few opportunities to speak with his father.

He didn’t remember much of what happened after the aftermath. He cried his heart out, smothered in the embrace of his family on the floor of Diasomnia’s entrance. Then, all of a sudden, he woke up in a hospital.

Thankfully, Sebek was in the bed beside him and explained what happened. Malleus and Lilia went to STYX, they were taken to a general hospital in the foothill town of Sage’s Island. He had also been asleep for two days.

Figures that old habit of his would rear its ugly head after he enjoyed the perks of being fully alert in the realm of dreams. By the time he was fully awake again, his hair had lost its golden color once more and his father’s silver blessing returned to him.

His blessing…When he got the opportunity to do a video call with his father, he was quick to point out the change in a humorous way.

“Are you sure you don’t want to go back to your natural hair color? You could dye it like I do!” Lilia suggested and skirted around why his hair had changed color in the first place.

Silver had been led to believe he looked like that his whole life, and Lilia never delved deeper into the true story willingly. It was a complete accident that Silver knew.

So he thought, maybe his father wasn’t ready to talk about such things after all. He doesn’t know the full scope of what Silver experienced in the darkness, and perhaps the shame of Silver seeing him in his General days was enough for him to talk about trivial things during their call instead of what Silver actually wanted.

Knowing now that Lilia and even Malleus knew of his origins the entire time, and the lengths they went to not discuss such things around him, made Silver feel compelled to keep his own secrets as well.

His reaction in the pits of despair might’ve been what they had feared would happen. It’d just upset them if they knew, and he was fine…No need to bring up stuff from the past, he should be happy that everyone is alive.

Except, as much as he was accepting of this now, there was still a piece of him that was still deeply affected by his past. Everything was so much simpler when he believed he was the physical age he was now, that his past never reached past the little cottage in the woods he grew up in.

When he reunited with the rest of his family again at Wildrose Castle, after the ecstasy and joy he felt at his formal adoption, after he got to speak to the ghosts of his biological parents, after the spell that had made the palace feel alive again had dissipated into the dawn…He was left standing where his cradle still stood, trapped in a moment of time and surrounded by briar…Just as he was.

He spent 400 years in this cradle as the world moved on without him. Had Lilia not found him, this would’ve been where he remained for all eternity, never to join the waking world or be loved by anyone else.

For as long as he lives past this point, he will never spend as much time in this life as he did in this cradle, and that filled him with a strange wistful feeling.

“Silver,” Lilia calls out to him.

Silver looks away from the cradle, which he spent far too long entranced by, and realizes that a majority of the guests had left, leaving him and his family in the remains of his old home.

“You seemed particularly lost in thought, are you tired?” Malleus inquires.

He is, but he was always like that. Maybe there was more to his habit than he previously thought…But that wasn’t what was on his mind. He wanted to speak.

“I was just remembering what happened here.” He said, gesturing to the cradle, “I spent so much time here, It’s a strange feeling to see it again.”

Malleus and Lilia look at each other like they both want to say something, but neither speaks up. Sebek is the one who fills in the space.

“I could hardly believe it myself when I realized you and Dawn Knight were related and not distant ancestors.” Sebek said, “Now that I think about it…Maybe he was that light that was guiding me through Lilia’s memories to find you, I assume you experienced the same?”

“Yes, I saw it all.” Silver replies, then speaks to Lilia directly, “I remember when you found me here, Father.”

Lilia’s expression turns soft, reminding him of the rare times his father expressed concern around him. The way he knitted his eyebrows together was reminiscent of his worst illnesses, when Father didn’t know he was awake and couldn’t prepare to hide his worry with a smile.

“Dawn Knight had hurt you and Malleus in such horrible ways. There was no reason for you two to care for me the way you did. Father had the chance to kill me then…But he didn’t.” Silver says, “Malleus could’ve ended me when he learned of my origins, but he didn’t. You both kept me alive, taught me so many things, and loved me despite it all. Because of you, I’ve become an adult. I can never thank you enough for that.”

“Silver,” Malleus calls out to him, voice soft but firm, “Neither of us wanted to bring up what happened because we wanted you to have a happy birthday. But now I’m going to use this chance to say this…I am so sorry.”

Malleus is the one crying now, not sobbing but Silver can see some tears gather on the edges of his eyes. Still, he’s the one holding Silver’s hand in his own, the way he and Lilia used to when he was little.

“You never should have found out the way that you did. Lilia and I wanted to discuss your origins with you when you were older, but we didn’t know how.” Malleus adds.

“Silver, you have to know. That dark thought I had, it was so brief. I swear to you I have never felt anything like that since.” Lilia joins in, almost sounding frantic, “While we never wanted to hide these truths from you, my shameful part of me was something I didn’t want you to see. I didn’t want to scare you away like I did before.”

Here these two are, holding his hands like he’s still a little child. He almost laughs, because of course they still see him this way. His life will be brief, and he’s growing up before they have the chance to really process it.

In their mind, by the time he truly passes away, he’ll have been ‘far too young’ by fae standards.

Though it hurts, perhaps the greatest part of being the only human in a fae family is that he has gained a better understanding of his loved ones faster than it would ever be possible for a fae.

“I’m not a child anymore. You can’t scare me away.” Silver says, “I was upset at first, confused, and afraid. It was hard to fathom how anyone who has been hurt like you could have ever love someone like me. But Sebek reminded me that you didn’t raise me out of hate, and for that, I’ll always be grateful.”

Lilia shakes his head and chuckles, now he’s getting nearly as emotional as Malleus. Silver had never actually seen his father cry besides the memories he regained and looked into in the dream world.

“Look at you, you’ve seen the worst of us and you still persevered to save us all. That goodness you have is authentically who you are. I’ve done nothing to influence that.” Lilia insists, and he reaches up to ruffle up his hair, “How could I not love you? You made it so easy to.”

Maybe he was blind to all everyone saw in him, because he simply did what he thought was right, what he could pay forward for being saved and taken care of all those years ago. Everything that everyone, from the past into the present, did to bring him here, was he truly the gift that came out of all that sacrifice?

“I’m so lucky that in all my long life, I get the chance to share some of it with you.” Lilia added, “And I get to watch you grow up more, you’re the real blessing.”

“I could not have said it better myself,” Malleus says, regaining his composure, “Silver, please bless us with many more years with you. I know I cannot extend your life to that of a fae’s, and it saddens me now to picture a life where you aren’t in it. But that just makes the time we spend now all the more meaningful.”

With his heart full, he smiles widely in a way that was very uncommon for him. At this moment, he didn’t even feel tired.

Their moment was broken up by the loud choking sobs of Sebek struggling to hold his tears in. He had been oddly silent the entire time, and yet somehow ended up the most emotional out of all of them.

“I-I’m s-so lucky too!” He struggles to word out.

Silver grabbed Sebek’s arm and dragged him into their now group hug.

Maybe they were all lucky that amidst the war, pain, and loss of the past, they found this sweet little spot in time where they could all be together. He woke up for that reason.

He didn’t even mind that he slept on the way back to NRC, because there would be far more opportunities to speak with his family in the future.

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