#anyways its still on sight if i see you mrs rosehearts

[mochinomnoms]

What do you think would happen if Floyd were to meet Riddle's mother?! Cuz I just read your Mama/Papa leech Headcanons about meeting their sons crush. But what if it’s reversed? Riddle's mother Meeting Floyd? (I would also say Yuu's parents meeting Jade, but unfortunately, that won't be happening)

“Wow, I thought Lil Goldfishie was a stick in the mud, his mama has a whole branch up her—” *gets kicked in the groin*

I have very mixed feelings about Riddle's mother, in that with the context we have right now she's a bitch and if I ever see her it's on motherfucking sight. But she must love her son still, right? Is she harsh because he wants to set Riddle up for success, but only knows the way she was raised? Is she scared of her kid getting hurt or failing, and so she tries to shield him from all possible harm? Is she so hyperaware of all the dangers in society that she feels the need to keep him in a little bubble, knowing in the back of her mind that making mistakes and getting hurt is part of growing up? A good mother would never want to see their child ever get hurt if it were up to them. I mean, she must care for him in some way, but how? In the manga or novel (not sure which) they mention that she fought back against the school to keep him in, but was that because she wanted him to have the prestige of NRC in his background or because she wants what's best for him? She homeschooled him herself to the point that he's an immensely powerful mage already as a teen, so she could've hypothetically kept doing the same thing, right? Is she a mother that truly cares for her son but suffered the same childhood, but she “turned out fine” so it must be fine? Or is she just a bitch, lol. Either way, she is emotionally and affectionately neglectful and doesn't realize it at best, and emotionally and psychologically abusive at worst.

I have a lot to say on the topic of Mrs. Rosehearts, about her parenting, the cultural differences of child-rearing that EN players and JP players might have. This post talks about it in depth, but I can say more on the topic later.

In regards to Floyd meeting Mrs. Rosehearts, probably against Riddle's wishes or while he's distracted, the poor guy is set up for disappointment. While it's implied that Mama Leech is overprotective and that she calls very often, if not daily, to check in on her sons, they still had enough freedom growing up to get into shenanigans and hijinks. I mean, they beat up a sturgeon and took some of its scales to fashion into earrings like a trophy. And they both speak very fondly of her, so Floyd is going into meeting Mrs. Rosehearts with the expectation that she might be a bit stuffy. But, she raised Riddle, his crush and favorite human! He's strict and mean at times, but he cares a lot for his dorm and is super diligent, she must be like that too!

But she's so…critical. She looks at him unamused, very standoffish, but is polite. He guesses. He can see where Riddle got his strictness from.

“Hello. Who might you be?” She probably didn't expect to have some random student, not even from her son's dorm, come up to her. He was...tall. Towered over her, and based on the color of his hair and sharp teeth, most likely wasn't human.

“Huh, you're not as red as my Lil Goldfishie is.”

She blinked and frowned, resisting the urge to chastise the strange fellow for his informal tone and rube behavior. Not her son, not her problem.

“Pardon? Do you often speak to your elders like this?” she asked, eyeing him as she turned away to watch her son give orders to his dorm as they managed an informational booth.

“Yeah, why not? They're just people. Not like I'm being rude or anything” She would strongly disagree. “You're kinda prickly, like a lionfish.”

“W-what?” She changed her mind, someone needs to put him in her place. “Now listen here, young man, it's quite rude to call people anything other than their na—”

“They're real mean, ya know. Venomous, a nuisance, can't even mess with it cause it has a bunch of spines—oh! Imma call you Mama Lionfish.” The young man snapped his left fingers like he made a revelation.

Mrs. Rosehearts had learned to control her temper, but she still had her moments, Her face been bright red, her lips thinned, and she opened her mouth to start berating the young man.

“Floyd Leech! What did I tell you about calling people names?” A tall, slender women came up to them, pale skin and hair hue similar to the man in front of her. She wore a cream-colored dress and matching blazer, adorned with gold and pearls, and a matching wide brimmed hat. She was followed by Riddle, who looked a mix of anger and concern.

“Never do it in front of people, yeah, yeah.” The man named Floyd pouted, but brightened at the sight of Riddle. “Oh hey Lil Goldfishie! What's uuuup?”

Floyd jogged over to Riddle, halting him midstep as Mrs. Rosehearts noticed Riddle almost bristle, trying to sidestep and get around Floyd. He was failing.

“I apologize, you know how boys can be!” The woman in front of her also towered over her, though not nearly as much as her son did. “My Floyd doesn't mean anything by it, he just a silly boy.”

The blue haired woman laughed, then abruptly stopped, narrowing her golden gaze as she thinly smiled.

“You're the man's mother, I assume.” Mrs. Rosehearts replied, smoothing out her skirt and clutching her hands together. “He's very...spirited. He's from the Leech family? Is it safe to assume that your the Leech family matriarch?”

The other woman's sharp toothed smile grew as she nodded. “Yes. It's not often that I come to the surface. But it's wonderful to know that I'm as—oh—well-known, on the surface, as under the sea.”

Mrs. Rosehearts wouldn't use the word 'well-known' as much as she would infamous.

“Yes, well. I would just remind your son to not so blatantly call people names to their faces.” she said, clenching and unclenching her fist in an attempt to sooth herself. “I'm not sure what your customs are under the sea, but up here he would be considered a riffraff.”

For all her talk about politeness, Mrs. Rosehearts forgot herself at time and let things slip out of her mouth faster than she processed. She knew she pressed a button when Mrs. Leech's smile disappeared.

It was only for a moment, but with the blank face and the way her gold eyes bore into her, it felt like her body and soul were being grasped by something dark and violent.

Then that feeling was gone as Mrs. Leech smiled again and closed her eyes, tilting her head.

“He'll be fine, I'm sure he'll find his people. After all, it seems he's already found someone in your son.”

Both women moved their gazes to the pair, now bickering. Well, Riddle was, the one called Floyd, was just swaying on his heels as he grinned and make a comment here and there. Each one after the other seemed to fluster her son further, his cheeks growing in color as they spoke. Most people who knew her son would assume that the red was attributed to his rage, and it mostly was. But (fortunately or unfortunately, she couldn't decide) her son was much like her. It wasn't rage that made his eyes dart away each time their eyes met for too long. It wasn't rage that made him scuff his foot every so often. And it most certainly wasn't rage in his eyes.

Mrs. Rosehearts cleared her throat, turning away from Mrs. Leech and walking to her son.

“I don't know what you're implying, but I must be going now. My son and I still need to tour his dorm.”

Mrs. Leech watched the other woman walk away, sighing.

“Oh, what a disdainful woman. And her son is so lovely too…she really is like a lionfish.”

“Yeah, it's a good nickname for her, right Mama?” Floyd came bounding over, stretching his arms. “Is' too bad she's a stuck-up, gonna real annoying if she's my mother-in-law.”

“Hm, I'll just have to overcompensate then and be the best Mama for you and the little Riddle!” Mama Leech clapped her hands excitedly, sighing in bliss at the thought.

“Oh, it will be so wonderful to see the family grow big...oh! By the way, Floyd.” Mama Leech walked away, Floyd following after diligently. “I might have mentioned a little 'something' to him about your cute rambles about him. He was so cute, all red and flushed when I said you're positively infatuated, calling him cute and—”

“Aw what! Mama!”

[dreamii-yume]

bittersweet?Maybe a continuation to riddles story?months after that fateful day, reader has actually given birth to his child (gender is up to you, but i think a baby girl would do just fine). it was a matter of time for riddle's mother to learn about this, so she takes the newborn to the rosehearts state and locks reader up in a tower for her to die. this is the final straw for Riddle, who finally decides to put an end to his mother's reign of terror in order to retrieve his dear new family...

Aaaahh, I can’t believe someone wants a continuation to the very first sinfic I made about Riddle \(//∇//)\  I never even considered giving that chapter a sequel until this time. What a great way of thickening the plot, Darling~! (*≧∀≦*)

Looking back at that chapter, god the number of mistakes is sickening.

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Continuation of the first Riddle Rosehearts story! The one with the “Cheating Darling”!

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Reaching out your hands, you stared at the beautiful, well-made ring on your finger.

For the simplicity that it was as a wedding ring, it was dazzling to look at. The bright shine of the full moon seeping through the curtains in the room was enough for you to observe its rose golden radiance, carefully decorated with sparkling bits of diamond and ruby. It was a ring that symbolizes eternal love, a ring that needed no words to explain your status. You stare at it a lot, never getting tired of its beauty, as a way to bring yourself to sleep on one of these insomniac nights.

You flinched as you felt the bed you lie on shift, followed by an arm wrapping itself tightly around your waist. You glanced beside you, the sleeping face of your husband was as peaceful as ever, in contrast to how tight he was holding onto you. Even in his sleep, he still felt possessive, as if you were going to run away the moment he loosened his hold onto you. Your eyes softened and leaned your head on his chest, giving him a sense of the comfort he probably deserved. It’s not like there’s anywhere you can go anyways, he himself already established who you belonged to and you no longer have the will to defy that anymore.

It was already clear that he got you where he wanted you to be. Riddle Rosehearts is now your husband, after all. 

You tried not to think about what happened at that time you’ve made such a grave mistake. It was a trauma that you stuffed at the back of your mind, Riddle doesn’t want you remembering nor mentioning about it either. But from time to time, your mind couldn’t help but replay that scene in your head, especially during quiet nights such as these. You don’t cry or have a mental breakdown about it anymore, you simply just got used to such scene replaying in your mind, but it doesn’t mean that you liked remembering it over and over again. You were just glad that by whatever miracle was out there, you didn’t end up pregnant like you dreaded at that time. 

You and Riddle were still young, still attending school and to be parents at that age, it could’ve been the downfall for the both of you. From that point on, Riddle never attempted such a risky move and you never attempted to cause similar scene. You swore to him that you’ll be good, that you’ll fix what you broke, and that promise was neatly kept ever since then. Even now, you were still anxious of the possibility that you might break your personal vow without even noticing. Regardless, time goes by and here was the both of you, congratulated by your friends, and peers, and schoolmates for being such a happy, married couple.

Of course, Riddle still wanted a family, something that would truly spell out a happy ending with you. He wanted someone to be a proof of your love, an addition that connects the two of you, a child. You were hesitant, but you allowed him, thinking of how genuine and serious he was about it. However, compared to the intercourse you’ve had with him the first time, this session was less forceful, much more tolerable, and dare you say, much more enjoyable. It was a gentle, romantic experience that you could only wish what your first time was like. 

Regardless, it didn’t take too long for the pregnancy test to finally turn positive. You didn’t know how you were supposed to feel, even if you were expecting this outcome in the back of your head. Riddle, however, was ecstatic, the happiest you had ever seen him become. You couldn’t help but put a smile on your face, it wasn’t every day you see the usually strict Riddle Rosehearts become as excited as a child after all. Especially when he instantly became so eager to buy products that you may need, that the child may need for their nourishment.

Seeing him this happy, you didn’t have the courage to tell him how nervous you really are and foul his mood. You didn’t exactly know if you were ready for this level, for the responsibility of giving birth to a child, and becoming a parent. Most importantly, you didn’t know if you were ready to counter this path together with Riddle. Sometimes, you would look at his face and couldn’t help but feel a shiver down your spine. As you expected, your trauma still hasn’t left you, your inner self still feared for the day that Riddle might snap again. 

You were still scared of him.

You know Riddle was trying his best to be better, for you to finally forget that time so you could finally look at him without a trace of fear in your eyes and voice. Which you felt guilty at because looking at it from a realistic standpoint, the only reason he snapped in the first place was because of you, you were the one who screwed up. You were the one who went and lied to him, betrayed him, and yet, he was the one compensating for the things that you should’ve done, the guilt was overwhelming. But still, the thought of how this man’s love for you goes beyond what’s considered normal is what makes him so terrifying. This man, your husband, had already eliminated someone from your life after all, someone who you really thought was very important. 

You bite your bottom lip as a chill ran down your spine, you clenched around the sheet you lay on with your husband. You then ran a gentle hand on your growing stomach, feeling the life beyond. For that exact reason alone, you were scared for this child. You were going to give birth to someone whose father had done unreasonable things just for love. The thought terrifies you, that you might not even become a good mother because of it.

You shook your head, swaying away the thoughts the plagued your mind every night. It was late and Riddle would surely berate you if he finds out that you’ve been lacking sleep. You closed your eyes, leaning onto your husband more, using his warmth as an invitation for sleep. It was successful, your eyelids felt heavy and you stifle a yawn. Your thoughts left you alone one by one, finally allowing you to fall into a slumber for the night.

 It’s another day tomorrow after all.

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You really believed that once your child was born, nothing but bad memories would pile up inside your head. 

That you’ll even end up scared of your own child. 

However, when the time came where you could finally welcome the child into the world, you started to rethink your choices. 

Labor was as excruciating as you’ve expected. Even with the nine months of preparation, tears still ended up making its way onto your eyes every time the doctors would tell you to push harder. You cried in agony with sweat formed out of your pores while Riddle was forced to wait outside the room, trying his best not to have a panic attack. A few minutes that felt like hours came by and finally, a wail of an infant had resounded throughout the room. Before you knew it, the doctors and nurses were congratulating you for a job well done.

“Congratulations Mrs. Rosehearts! You have given birth to a healthy baby girl.”

You were dazed and exhausted from such an experience that their voices sounded like ripples in the water to you. All the energy you had channeled throughout the past months had been used and you wanted nothing more than to close your eyes and sleep. However, when one of the nurses had come up to your line of sight, carefully holding a newborn child, wrapped in a blanket in their hands, that’s when everything dawned upon you. Your eyes slowly widened, sparkling as the nurse slowly brought the precious little girl towards your bed. The baby was beside you, wriggling her small little hands around for the first time, her cries had been ceased when you made eye contact, as if she already knew who you were.

This child looked an angel, blessed upon your undeserving hands by God himself.

You brought a hand towards your mouth, gasping in disbelief as realization came up to you. Tears welled up in your eyes and you caressed her plum red cheeks as gentle as you could possibly do. Who knew that from all the pain and suffering you’ve experience just earlier could have given you such an outcome? Your child came out nothing like you dreaded her to be, there was nothing scary about her at all. She was the purest thing you’ve ever seen; how could you even think of your own child as something terrifying to have?

The door bursts open, startling nearby medical staffs and out came in was none other than your worried husband. Riddle looked at your weak form on the bed and widened his eyes at the moment he laid his sight on the child beside you. Finally, your eyes couldn’t hold onto the tears any longer and just let them all out, nuzzling your face close to your child with a smile on your face. Riddle’s own eyes softened at the scene and came closer to the both of you. No one needed any words to explain the overwhelming happiness at the two of you felt at that moment, especially when your husband had gently wrapped his arms around you.

Never before have you felt so warm in your life.

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Continue the Sweetness~?

This isn’t much of spicy nor sweet dream, but like what anon say, it’s bittersweet! I hope you like this new flavor! Kind of different from what I usually make but damn, I enjoyed it!