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fandomocweeklyFandom: Twisted Wonderland
Characters: Fafnir Vanrouge (OC), Malleus Draconia (Canon), Lilia Vanrouge (Canon), Baby Silver (Canon)
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Very brief mention of past trauma
Relationship: OC x Canon, OC & Canon
“Lilia Vanrouge, I forbid you from feeding Silver anything, let alone armadillo hide soup!”
Malleus can’t help but laugh at the scene unfolding as Lilia rolls his eyes. “All I’m saying is that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to spice up his nutrition! For all we know he could be tired of eating the same thing over and over!”
“He’s a baby! I’m certain he’s just happy to eat, all things considered,” Fafnir huffed, cradling Silver in his arms.
“Fair, but also—ah, screw it all.” Lilia backs down from a fight he knows he won’t win, especially when it comes to Fafnir. Pushing any further on the subject and they would be here for hours. Thankfully his husband isn’t twisting the knife of victory in his gut. “Fine, fine, regular baby food, it is.”
“Splendid,” Malleus finally piped up, thoroughly entertained from watching the exchange on the sidelines. “I can arrange for some deliveries of baby food from the castle.”
“Thank you, Malleus! At least someone here can see reason, isn’t that right, love bug?” Fafnir is all too enamoured with the cooing baby in his arms, staring back at him with eyes reminiscent of an aurora borealis as he took hold of Fafnir’s finger. Lilia joins the pair, sneaking a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.
“One day we’ll get you that soup, but I suppose today is not that day, eh?”
“I can’t even begin to conceptualize how such a thing would taste…”
“For Silver’s sake, let’s hope he never has to,” Malleus chuckled, joining them as they lean over the little bundle in Fafnir’s arms.
“Ah, losing two to one. Tragic.” Lilia feigned a pout, but couldn’t resist the smile curling his lips. “Speaking of food, I’ll be back in just a moment! I want to bring in our latest harvest from the garden before the rainstorm tonight!”
As quickly as he let go of his impromptu idea for baby food he is setting off and out the door before either of them can blink. They could applaud his excitement, at least, a night and day difference from the hardened man Lilia used to be.
“It’s an interesting change to see him so bright and eager, though I suppose I have you and Silver to thank for that.” Malleus turned his attention from Lilia’s absence, peering between Fafnir and Silver. “If you didn’t mind my asking, how are you faring?”
“Silver isn’t nearly as much of a handful as I thought he’d be, he’s been such a perfect little joy—“
“You know I’m not asking about Silver.”
The statement hits Fafnir like a frying pan. He’s avoided Lilia and Malleus’ poking and proding into his mental state, even more so as of late with the addition of Silver. The deaths of his siblings in the war against the SIlver Owls still felt fresh, and losing Maleanor alongside them didn’t help matters. If there was one thing he hated more than the men who killed his family, friends, and comrades, it’s been pried open like an orange about matters he’d rather hide.
“You think too deeply about such things,” Fafnir huffed. “If it’s not you, it’s Lilia. If it’s not you two, it’s your grandmother—“
“And if it’s not us, it’s no one while you hide away in the shadows to pick apart your grief alone.”
That stung much more than Fafnir would care to admit.
“I-I’m fine, no need to worry. Everything will be fine.”
“Fafnir…” Malleus is still so horribly inexperienced in matters of the heart, but even still—“If I can be of any aid, you need only ask, even if that means that all I am in the moment is a listening ear. Do you think it fair that we laugh together, but you cry alone?”
“I—“ Fafnir hears his little sister in his head, playfully scolding him as she always had about refusing the help of others. Any retort he could’ve conjured melts away with the vision of her smile, and he relents. A part of him still has a looming uncertainty about the future to come, but he owed it to those they’ve lost to make a genuine effort.
“Thank you, Malleus. I will get better about asking for help.”
Malleus smiles in confirmation. “Good. It’s all I will ever ask of you.”
Characters: Fafnir Vanrouge (OC), Malleus Draconia (Canon), Lilia Vanrouge (Canon), Baby Silver (Canon)
Rating: Gen
Warnings: Very brief mention of past trauma
Relationship: OC x Canon, OC & Canon
“Lilia Vanrouge, I forbid you from feeding Silver anything, let alone armadillo hide soup!”
Malleus can’t help but laugh at the scene unfolding as Lilia rolls his eyes. “All I’m saying is that maybe it wouldn’t hurt to spice up his nutrition! For all we know he could be tired of eating the same thing over and over!”
“He’s a baby! I’m certain he’s just happy to eat, all things considered,” Fafnir huffed, cradling Silver in his arms.
“Fair, but also—ah, screw it all.” Lilia backs down from a fight he knows he won’t win, especially when it comes to Fafnir. Pushing any further on the subject and they would be here for hours. Thankfully his husband isn’t twisting the knife of victory in his gut. “Fine, fine, regular baby food, it is.”
“Splendid,” Malleus finally piped up, thoroughly entertained from watching the exchange on the sidelines. “I can arrange for some deliveries of baby food from the castle.”
“Thank you, Malleus! At least someone here can see reason, isn’t that right, love bug?” Fafnir is all too enamoured with the cooing baby in his arms, staring back at him with eyes reminiscent of an aurora borealis as he took hold of Fafnir’s finger. Lilia joins the pair, sneaking a gentle kiss on the baby’s forehead.
“One day we’ll get you that soup, but I suppose today is not that day, eh?”
“I can’t even begin to conceptualize how such a thing would taste…”
“For Silver’s sake, let’s hope he never has to,” Malleus chuckled, joining them as they lean over the little bundle in Fafnir’s arms.
“Ah, losing two to one. Tragic.” Lilia feigned a pout, but couldn’t resist the smile curling his lips. “Speaking of food, I’ll be back in just a moment! I want to bring in our latest harvest from the garden before the rainstorm tonight!”
As quickly as he let go of his impromptu idea for baby food he is setting off and out the door before either of them can blink. They could applaud his excitement, at least, a night and day difference from the hardened man Lilia used to be.
“It’s an interesting change to see him so bright and eager, though I suppose I have you and Silver to thank for that.” Malleus turned his attention from Lilia’s absence, peering between Fafnir and Silver. “If you didn’t mind my asking, how are you faring?”
“Silver isn’t nearly as much of a handful as I thought he’d be, he’s been such a perfect little joy—“
“You know I’m not asking about Silver.”
The statement hits Fafnir like a frying pan. He’s avoided Lilia and Malleus’ poking and proding into his mental state, even more so as of late with the addition of Silver. The deaths of his siblings in the war against the SIlver Owls still felt fresh, and losing Maleanor alongside them didn’t help matters. If there was one thing he hated more than the men who killed his family, friends, and comrades, it’s been pried open like an orange about matters he’d rather hide.
“You think too deeply about such things,” Fafnir huffed. “If it’s not you, it’s Lilia. If it’s not you two, it’s your grandmother—“
“And if it’s not us, it’s no one while you hide away in the shadows to pick apart your grief alone.”
That stung much more than Fafnir would care to admit.
“I-I’m fine, no need to worry. Everything will be fine.”
“Fafnir…” Malleus is still so horribly inexperienced in matters of the heart, but even still—“If I can be of any aid, you need only ask, even if that means that all I am in the moment is a listening ear. Do you think it fair that we laugh together, but you cry alone?”
“I—“ Fafnir hears his little sister in his head, playfully scolding him as she always had about refusing the help of others. Any retort he could’ve conjured melts away with the vision of her smile, and he relents. A part of him still has a looming uncertainty about the future to come, but he owed it to those they’ve lost to make a genuine effort.
“Thank you, Malleus. I will get better about asking for help.”
Malleus smiles in confirmation. “Good. It’s all I will ever ask of you.”
