Like Your Father (twst x reader oneshot)

Do you want to play with dad? (Idia)

Warnings: Chapter 6 spoilers.You may not even be on par with the story, the spoilers cover the first sixteen episodes. This story was translated by @laura_chan_06 (instagram), whom I thank very much, with my supervision. I don't know how many more I will translate, but for anything you can write me on my ig (@ojhawa_writes)

The day isn't over yet and I'm already tired. Taking over the reins of the family business turned out to be more difficult than I thought. As long as I was only the vice-leader, the matter was manageable, but now that I am the undisputed leader, I no longer have the time to devote myself to anything else. Because of this work, I didn't have any time for my videogames, for my family, for Ortho.

I had to give up a lot of in person and online live event and I couldn't wait for the release of exclusive and limited merchandise, I often had to delegate it to others because I was falling asleep and my wife worried about my health.

Normally, had it been someone else, I would have pretended to go to sleep just to please her, then I would've slammed myself in front of the screens spamming clicks until I have secured that limited edition piece, but seeing the worried expression on her face makes me desist from doing so. Who would have thought that one day I would've prefer a real girl instead of a 2D one! If I had made a similar thought years ago I would've called myself crazy.

But she understands me, (Y/N) understands me, she doesn't judge me and she's always by my side. She didn't leave me, and she promised she never will. I don't know what I would've done without her hugs in the middle of the night, when I needed them most... So I can't make her worry too much about me.

And then the kid needs more of her attention, also because I'm not good at looking after her.

By this time, they are surely eating lunch and, generally, the atmosphere at S.T.Y.X. has calmed down compared to this morning, when a series of emergencies seemed to arise one after another. I feel so tired. Only a good, long MMORPG game can save me right now. I take out the key of the door that I have in front of me and I open it tiredly. What I see makes me smile: double screens with my latest console, a row of perfectly polished controllers in front of it and the library full of games of every genres. It's time to relax.

I close the door behind me, turn on the device and the displays, choose one of the controllers, sit cross-legged in front and prepare for the session. I feel already better. I even managed to take a bag of gummy worms before arriving here, I can't ask for anything better in the semidarkness of the room.

Everything is ready, the team has also been formed, when a beam of light floods me, catching me off guard. From my bent position I turn my head towards the source, eyes wide open as if I had just been caught doing something wrong. It takes me a moment to frame the image, descending from the height of the handle, the first point on which I had rested my gaze, to the person who occupied the open slot in the door.

«Persephone...», I mumble shocked.

I've been staring at her for so long, trying to metabolize, that I probably scared her. A lot of questions float in my head. I place the controller in front of me, without taking my eyes off her, and very calmly try to talk to her.

«P-p-persephone, what are you doing here?» With my hands I make an uncertain movement, it would like to be an invitation to come closer, but it is very insecure.

The little girl, however, takes some steps forward, staring at me with her big yellow eyes, meanwhile she plays with her black dress with pink bows on it. I remember when (Y/N) came home with this little dress, happy with what she bought for our daughter.

«Where's your mum? S-shouldn't you be eating?», I kneel, turning completely towards her. I stretch my hands in her direction, hoping that she will approach me or tell me something, but nothing, she still doesn't answer me. She has already said her first words, she already knows how to speak, but she rarely does it, especially with me. What's wrong with me? Why doesn't she ever want to talk to me? Is it because she doesn't trust me? Is she afraid of me?

She takes a few more steps forward, still staring at me, lost. She walks slowly towards me, but maybe I can solve this situation, somehow. I just need to find (Y/N) or Ortho.

«Idia? Are you there? We're waiting for you», a croaky voice comes from the screen, catching the attention of me and the kid, who turned to look at it in fear.

«Y-yes, wait a second», I mumble, trying to take some time.

I hear sniffles and turn to the source of the noise: Persephone has tears in her eyes, her head down and seems to be on the verge of tears.

«No! Don't- I-», I am in total panic. I don't want her to cry, she is already afraid of me, I would prefer that the situation doesn't get worse. «It's... alright», I say, trying to imitate (Y/N), «dad is here, you don't have to worry».

Maybe it seems that the one who needs to be more consoled is me. Where are you, (Y/N)? Why is Persephone here?

The little girl looks at me, her eyes are watery, but no longer threatening to shed any tears. She stares at me with her usual lost expression and I look at her. Maybe I know what to do.

«Do you want to play with dad?», I propose and she seems to have understood what I was saying, because she stretches her arms forward, implicitly asking to pick her up. I lift her off the ground, no longer so scared of doing something wrong, approach the screens and retrieve the headphones, before returning to where I left the controller and sitting cross-legged. Before settling down for the game, I placed Persephone on my lap, putting her back against my chest and surrounding her with my arms, the controller in front of her. So I started the game.

I didn't notice, I was told later, but (Y/N), Ortho and some employees of S.T.Y.X. were desperately searching for the kid. Apparently she had managed to escape their surveillance to come find me because she wanted to stay with me and (Y/N) was blaming herself for her distraction, that's when they passed the room we were in. From inside they heard the fast-paced ticking I produced by pressing on the controller and some of my words, in a restrained shout. I had to put my headphones on, so Persephone wouldn't hear, but my companions were screaming the worst curses ever into my ears and I couldn't even answer, because I didn't want her to hear.

That was how (Y/N) saw us when she peeked through the gap left open, with the little girl looking at the screen enchanted by the colours of the PG and the attacks and I focused on the game.