Iโm a born-again believer, so all my works are faith-basedโclean, wholesomeโฆ with its fair share of drama, trauma, grief, angst, and those dark bits that come with life. But there will always be hope in my storiesโbecause Godโs love never fails, even when everything else does.
โญโโ โ๐ฝ WHAT YOUโLL FIND HERE โโโฎ
I just realized something and now I can't unsee it.
Ryusui from Dr. Stone and Rengoku from Demon Slayer have the exact same energy and nobody can convince me otherwise!
loud โ
aggressively positive โ
blonde with matching eyebrows โ
both have names with 'R' โ
sunshine personalities โ
ridiculously energetic โ
absolutely passionate about the thing they love โ
If they met I imagine it going a like:
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Rengoku gets doused with revival fluid in the Stone world and gives a short introduction.
Chrome: *Excited but confused.* Wow! That sounds so bad!
Gen: Orry-say. Did you just say demon slayerโas in real demons!? *smiling nervously.*
Suika: What's a demon?
Kohaku: That's so COOL! You have show me what you can do, Rengoku!
Rengoku: I WOULD BE HONORED!
Ryusui: Demon Slayer you say? *snaps his fingers* I WANT IT!
Rengoku: *beams* [ has no idea what's going on ] I AM IN YOUR CARE!
Sai: You can't own people!
Ryusui: HA, SAYS WHO!
Senku: *with his pinky finger in his ear.* Impressive. Your skills will come in handy, Rengoku. But there won't be any demons to slay in this era though we could definitely use more man power! *cackles like some who's scheming.*
Gen: Well this will be fun *hiding a smirk behind his sleeve.*
Idia's luscious blue locks were pinned up front with a plain black hair clip you lent him. The boy's sharp, cat-like yellow eyes were prettily shadowed with dark blue makeup as he glared at the ingredients gathered on the table. The chef hat atop his head was nothing but an accessory to the apron you forced him into. The older boy looked cute and equally confused, as if he were completely out of his elementโwhich was definitely the case.
Idia Shroud did not belong in the kitchen, the programmer belonged behind his PC gaming or coding.
โI'm more suited to dark and gloomy places.โ
That was his life until you.
You turned his bleak, boring life into something more worthwhile. It was scary, and made his stomach twist and churn with anxiety at the newness but he liked the light you emitted, he was drawn to it.
Idiaโฆ he cared about you. You became his best friend, after Ortho. The third-year wanted to grow even closer to you. He was willing to push himself out of his comfort zoneโbut he wasn't too confident of himself right now.
He never was though.
โDon't look so scared it's not gonna bite you!โ
โErr,โ Idia blinked at you, then he shifted his gaze to his hand. โWhat even is this? A tomato?โ he asked, grimacing in at the vegetable with uncertainty. โThis is a bad idea. I can feel myself losing already. Game over.โ
You roped Idia into a personal cooking lesson for fun after persistent coaxing the boy granted your wish.
โDon't be so hard on yourself Dia.โ
The Housewarden grumbled under his breath at the nickname, a pink blush spread to his pale cheeks but he didn't tell you to stop calling him that.
โYou're not alone. I'm here to teach you all you need to know,โ you said, smiling as you bumped his shoulder playfully. โYou won't fail with me here but if you do, weโll be losers together. A team effort!โ
You wanted to smoothen the crease lines above his brow but held back your twitching fingers. Idia flusters easily, you couldn't have him burning down the kitchen before you started! It wasn't yours after allโit belonged to your dorm: Heartslabyul. Your cousin, Trey Clover, who was vice dorm leader, gave you permission to use the area within the estimated timeframe.
โThanks, Normie, ah, appreciate it,โ Idia sounded calm until his next sentence. โBut I really shouldn't be outside my room. My HP just dropped,โ he groaned, and set the red pepper down. โIโll mess everything up!โ
You grabbed his hand without warning, and the eighteen-year-old nearly squeaked, jolting like a cat.
You snorted, amusingly and gave Idiaโs larger, rough but warm hands a comforting squeeze which caused him to stutter. โH-Hey! This is a debuff.โ
What a nerd. He's too cute. I love himโthank you Lord for this friendship.
Idia Shroud wasn't used to physical touch but he didn't hate it. He was getting better at accepting it; care, affection, attention, and touches but he still rambled aimlessly like a nervous track when it happened. The third-year liked the feel of your hands in his. The intimacy overwhelmed himโmade his heart buffer, and his stomach flip.
Idia didn't pull away, not that he could, he usually froze up when you were this close.
โThis is for moral support before we start,โ you said very seriously, as if holding hands were a necessary step to being a culinary master.
Idia's wavy hair flared pink for a second before it switched to blue again. You wondered why his hair changed colors, you were still unaware of some of Idia's quirks. You guessed it meant he liked holding your hand and it made him happy, well, you hoped so.
The older boy let out a breath, and relaxed his shoulders, eyeing you with a fond look that made your stomach feel funny. Good thing you knew Idia's limit and let go of his hand after two minutes, and simply hovered as you broke apart. โI'll let you in on a hack. Something that eases my mind when I'm trying something new isโโ
โStaying inside to build up statsโโ
โPfft, of course you'd say that but no,โ you giggled, and rolled your eyes, not unkindly. โPrayer,โ you said, as if it wasn't obvious with a playful scoff. โDo you wanna try it? I can pray for us before we start our first lesson if that's okay. I hope it'll settle you like it does me.โ
The kitchen was quiet aside from the barely audible chatter of a few students in the dorms above. Sunlight peered through the blinds and filled the room with light, warmth, and something moreโor maybe that was just God creating a calming atmosphere. The air around them felt nice, smelled nice too like the recently baked desserts, and fancy tea.
Idia nodded, his unease was replaced with determination, and curiosity now. โI don't mind if it's you... โcause we're friends!โ He tugged the hem of his sleeve, and he pouted subconsciously. โIt's like how you play games with me even if you suck at it.โ
โThat makes me glad.โ
You beamed, feeling content, and grateful for a lot of things, and patted off the invisible dust from your matching apron. โYou can close your eyes whenever you're ready, and then I'll start. It'll be quick but effective, and sure to boost your stats!โ
That earned you a soft smile. Idia scrunched his eyes shut immediately after. โYou can go ahead, I'm as ready as I'll ever be.โ
Your chest felt warm inside.
โDear heavenly Father, I thank you for this day. Thank you for giving us life and strength. Lord, may You fill our hearts with Your peaceโand grant us the wisdom, understanding and skills we need to have a successful, and enjoyable time together,โ you halted, and thought of the boy in front of you specifically. โLord, I ask that You help Idia overcome anxiety, and that You may be a comfort to him when no one else is. I pray that he may know that he is dearly loved in Jesus name. Amen.โ
When you and Idia opened your eyes he cleared his throat.
โEh, can we start now?โ His yellow eyes were shinier now as he awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck looking away.
โOf course! Time is ticking. I cannot be late to any of Housewarden Riddleโs events,โ you snapped into action and grabbed a bowl and set it in front of him. โI really wanna make this count. I love spending time with you Idia.โ
The tips of his ears tinted pink, and he pulled a face that made you laugh. โY-You can't just say stuff likeโlike that without any warning!โ
Thank you all for reading loves ๐ซถ๐ผ!
This was my attempt at writing Idia Shroud! It was inspired by the pic of him starting at the tomato! I used the image as a writing prompt :) it worked! Starting with dialogue makes things easier to piece together.
As an introvert I get him, kind of I don't even know the guys backstory *sobs*. I haven't read much/interacted with most of his stuff yet aside form what I've heard or seen randomly. He's such a cutie bro, though I'm pretty sure it's not all that accurate and that's why it's a fic. I searched up his way of speaking, and some basic facts to make it more like him.
Can you tell I thinks he's pretty? Like who's not pretty in twisted wonderland?
God bless you awesome people, stay safe, and take care โค๏ธ
Random Idia Headcanons + First years and Grim (Pokรฉmon Scarlet And Violet Edition)
a/n: have whatever this is well my requests and WIPS are rotting in my drafts :3
โก You and Idia both play Pokรฉmon Scarlet/Violet together. Though he constantly complains about the graphics and lag you know he has a soft for the game and the Pokรฉmon he's caught within it.
โก His team consists solely of cat Pokรฉmon, such as:
โก He's played multiple playthroughs, with a different cat team each time
โก He named his Umbreon "Grim"
โก To match with his Umbreon, he caught you an Espeon - "I'll be the offence to your defence...uh I-if that makes sense..."
โก He spends hours customizing his character, mainly the clothing, especially when he heads to new enviorments
โก He gives all his Pokรฉmon nicknames, naming his Meowscarada "Destroyer of the sea" (because grass types are super effective against water, get it?get it?...yeah I'll shut up now)
โก You on the other hand were far more sensible and named your Meowscarada "Loki"
โก You both spend most of your nights grinding to get your Pokรฉmon at a higher level
โก Idia hates the fairy type gym, he kept on losing to it, that is until you gifted him a Meowstic, which he then gleefully destroyed Ortega's team
โก Well Idia's team mainly deals in offence, your team balance him out in defence, with Skeleridge as your main 'mon potentially difficult battles were breezed through
โก sometimes ortho would join you, and unlike your or Idia's team, his was a well balanced mix of offensive and defensive Pokรฉmon, with Quaxely as his starter Pokรฉmon of choice
โก he also ends up helping out idia alot, and knows every single free code imaginable, safe to stay with Ortho around you and Idia were stacked
โก sometimes the other first years would join you and Idia (to both his suprise and potential demise)
โก Ace and Deuce would argue the entire time about how their starter is clearly the better one, well Grim constantly commanded you to catch any legendary or shiny you set your eyes one (which was zero, your luck just sucks, huh?)
โก Epel was having his own personal beef with Jack, since he got his butt kicked by Jack's ace Pokรฉmon and was on his training arc with the sole goal of beating Jack's ace - a midnight form Lycanrock
โก Most of the time though it was just you and Idia, playing, talking and laughing in his room as you ate all kinds of junk food and played your worries away
I think I'm gonna share some of my original stories that I wrote last year or what I've written. It'll be either biblical or very faith-coded, but I just wanna post it here (since it's my main writing blog for such) and whoever stumbles upon it can read it, if they want ๐โโ๏ธ
Tags: Fluff! Hurt/Comfort, Period Cramps! Dating, Kisses, and hugs, Caretaking, Petnames, Soft, Pro hero Bakugou! Faith.
Warning: none, unless period symptoms count (doesn't).
Synopsis: Working a long shift at Central Hospital was already exhaustingโbut dealing with the worst period cramps of your life at the same time? That was something else entirely.
โItโs my period,โ you said, knowing full well what it felt like even before seeing any proof of blood. You knew the signs. โIโve been waiting, but now it shows upโnot great timing,โ you groaned, โNever great timing.โ
You were at working at Central Hospital when it startedโan unsettling feeling.
You were moving down the hallway with a slip in hand, heading to Medical Records to look for a patientโs folder. You werenโt a doctor; you worked in the administration department, behind the scenes, supporting the higher-ups.
No one saw the chaos.
The running up and downโthe panic and pressure of not finding a patientโs file.
Filing, collecting, booking, attending, picking up the phone.
Patients can be rude and lash out when they grow impatient, especially if you canโt find their file. At least no one had tried to pull you through the receptionistโs windowโฆ yet.
Youโd heard stories from your colleagues about how difficult some mental patients could be, but thank God for keeping you safe.
As time ticked by, your condition grew worse.
You were unable to perform your duties properly. You couldnโt focus on what you needed to do when your body fought so vigorously against you. The razor-sharp pain in your lower abdomen spread down your thighs to your knees.
Even though you forced yourself to eat something, you didnโt feel any better.
You wanted to cry.
You missed your boyfriend, Bakugou Katsuki.
You and the pro hero had been dating for months now.
It was seriousโwell, it was to you.
You didnโt just date anyone, and neither did Katsuki. This was one of your first real romantic relationships. You dated with the idea of marriage in mindโeven though the concept scared you. It was Godโs design for a man and a woman to be united, if they chose to be.
Otherwise, you would have stayed single.
You wanted to, thoughโnot now, but one day.
When you were both ready and willing to take that next step.
Your period werenโt this bad a month ago. Sometimes it was a breezeโother times, it was torture.
Hotโvery hotโthen cold.
Bloated.
Uncomfortable.
Your bed was calling you.
Lord, please give me the grace to make it through the day.
You felt faint, weak, and shaky.
โI canโt work like this.โ
Thankfully, your manager allowed you to go home early, much to your relief.
Lord, please give me strength to make it home safely. Please relieve me of this pain, in Jesusโ name, you prayed as you walked along the sidewalk, hoping to find a taxi in time. I canโt even walk home like most days.
You knew what you needed.
A big poop.
A bath. Your bed. Food.
Warmthโand maybe another prayer, or the reading of a psalm.
And hearing Katsukiโyour boyfriendโs voiceโthat would be nice.
You were cozied up in your cloud-patterned pajamas under the blankets. The ache in your abdomen would grow sharp, and then it would fade away into nothingness on and off, until you drifted to sleep.
You woke up to the rustling of footsteps and plastic crinkling in your room.
What's the time now? It felt like I slept for hours.
Your body felt less fragile.
The bed dipped, and you heard a low grumble.
Your heart soared, and butterflies fluttered in your tummy as you pictured Katsukiโs handsome face.
Something smelled niceโlike food or sweet desserts. And then there was your boyfriendโs masculine cologne.
He came? Katsuki's here! What about work?
โKat?โ You peeked from underneath the blankets and breathed out a small, croaky, โhi.โ
โHi, pretty.โ
His crimson gaze softened as it landed on you, rolled up like a burrito.
โWhy didn't you tell me what happened?โ His gruff voice was laced with concern. โI had to hear from your aunt that you weren't feeling good when I stopped by earlier.โ
โSorry about that, Kat. I didn't mean to worry you. It's just that you were at work,โ you pointed out, detangling yourself from your nest to dive in for a snuggle. โBesides, it's not my first timeโit's just periods. I can handle it.โ
You tolerated it since you got it as a young girl.
Periods weren't pleasant, but they were natural, or as normal as they could be for women.
Bakugou Katsukiโs job was crucialโlike a doctor but more, a heroโsaving people, bringing villains to justice, and maintaining peace in Japan. It was more important than cuddles and comfort, you reasoned, especially if someone else needed him more.
โHandle it, my ass.โ The blonde clicked his tongue and rolled his eyes at your admission. โYouโre more important than work. Youโโ he gritted through his teeth and took a breath. โYou're not alone anymore; you don't have to tough it out when you have me. You can tell me things like this. Even if I can't be on time, I still want to be there for you.โ
Oh.
Your mouth opened and then closed.
Your heartbeat thudded loudly in your chest, and you swear you fell in love with the snarky, loudmouthed blonde all over again.
You almost said thank you, but Katsuki beat you to it.
โAnd don't thank me. It's my job as your boyfriend to be here,โ he said, brushing the loose strands from your clammy forehead. โYou're not a bother.โ Katsuki Bakugou could read you like a book, or maybe you're just open like that. โNever a bother.โ The pro hero kissed your cheek, then he pecked your dry lipsโsoft and firm.
โI love you.โ
You felt him say it in his actions.
Your breath hitched, and your eyes glossed over with tears.
Thank you, Jesus, for giving me someone who understands me so well.
Katsuki just knows.
He sees me.
โYou're the best, โSuki,โ you sniffed, unable to keep the tears at bay. You cupped the calloused hand on your cheek. โSorry for not letting you know sooner. I was planning to, but I fell asleep, and thank you.โ You squeezed his hand and brought your lips for a kiss. โYou can't stop me from being grateful!โ
โTch. I get it,โ Katsuki drawled out. A light shade of pink dusted his cheeksbones at the praise. โYou dumbass.โ
He made an amused sound and settled beside you. You could feel his form pressed against yours. The pro hero threw an arm around your waist beneath the blanket and nuzzled his face against your head.
Katsuki's hand grazed down to your stomach in slow, deliberate movement. โI can warm you up if you want.โ
โI want,โ you said, giving the quirk user permission to become your personal heating pad. โI trust you.โ
He made an amused sound and settled beside you.
โTch. I get it,โ Katsuki drawled out. A light shade of pink dusted his cheekbones. โYou dumbass.โ
He grunted and pressed his hand against your tummy, emitting heat from his palms with thoughtful precision. You relaxed at the touch and nearly combusted at the same timeโheart pounding at the proximity.
It was comfortable.
It also made you flustered.
You felt all too much especially now.
You weren't thinking when you agreed to the act of intimacy, especially not with his body sticking to you like glue. โThanks for your service, Kat. IโI think I'm done for now. I'll let you know when if I need another session.โ
โHm.โ Immediately, Katsukiโs hand was gone, and you sagged in relief. He could probably see the tension leave your shoulders and snorted. โYou hungry?โ
You perked up at the offer and beamed. โYes, please! Feed me, master chef.โ
Katsuki's cooking was delicious.
And you were starving.
โYeah, yeah.โ The blonde's lips turned upward, not quite a full smile, but you could tell he was pleased. โAnything for you, princess.โ
You did not mind being doted on one bit; if anything, you craved the attentionโthe care.
Being babied felt good.
Katsuki pressed a kiss to your temple, then sat up.
โHere.โ He put a bag on your lap, making you yelp in surprise. Your favorite chocolate slid out. โI bought you some snacks, but I'll make you something proper to eat,โ he said, getting up. โYou need the right nutrients to build up your strength.โ
You snorted in amusement, picturing Katsuki with an apron around his waist and a spatula in his face.
He's such a househusband. I love it!
You tugged his sleeve.
Katsuki was out of his Dynamight hero costume and in more comfortable clothes, but he still looked attractive in simple grey sweatpants and a black t-shirt.
Very attractive.
โI love you,โ you confessed, still feeling emotional and teary at his visit.
Katsuki pulled a face as if he were processing, then he sighed in defeat. โLove you too, baby.โ
The blonde allowed himself to be pulled into your embrace. His arms circled around you protectively. He moved your head to his chest, and there you listened to his calm heartbeat almost lulling you to sleep. You ended up neatly sitting in his lap, with your face hiding in the crook of his neck.
Warm. Safe. Mine.
โIf you don't let go, neither of us will leave this room, and your stomach will end up eating itself,โ Katsuki said, smoothing the hair on top of your head as you rested on him, cuddling deeper into him in protest.
You whined, removing your face from his neck, and frowned, already missing the warmth.
โYou're so damn cute,โ Katsuki hissed out under his breath with narrowed brows.
โI look like a mess,โ you blurted out and wondered what he saw in you.
โYou're my mess.โ
How cheesy. And I'm the dork?
โGross.โ
You giggled, giving him a shove to the chest.
โOi, don't call my girlfriend gross.โ He playfully flicked your forehead, and you complained. โI'll be right back,โ he said at last, helping you back under the covers. โTake it easy.โ
I'm feeling so much better already. Thank you, Lord, for answering my prayers.
In the background, an anime show played on the flatscreen TV, a new one you had started watching.
โYou're not lifting a finger, yaโ hear me?โ Katsuki said with a smirk, holding a spoonful of miso soup to your mouth. โOpen.โ
โYes, sir,โ you said playfully, parting your lips, somewhat flustered but not bothered by the care. You welcomed it. โThanks, Kat.โ
โDonโt thank me, just accept it,โ the blonde grunted, a tinge of red on his ears.
Katsuki even brushed your hair while you were on the second episode of your show. You were leaning with your back against his solid chest. He was careful not to hurt you when the comb stuck, but made sure your hair was knot-free.
โYou're perfect,โ you mused, peering at him dreamily.
โI know.โ
You laughed at his retort. โYou know what the Bible says a good husband is?โ
Katsuki paused what he was doing and raised a brow. โMe?โ
โStop being so conceited,โ you scoffed, holding back a snicker. โBasically, a man who loves his wife the way Jesus loves us.โ Your tone softened. โSacrificially, laying his life down for her. Not that I want you to die for me! Just love her how you love yourself, as if she were a part of you,โ you breathed out and turned to face him with a smile.
โIn this same way, husbands ought to love their wives as their own bodies,โ you recited the verse playing with the stings of Katsuki's hoodie you wore. โHe who loves his wife loves himself, is what Ephesians 5:28 says.โ
The way Katsuki took care of you today reminded you of that verse.ย
The blonde was quiet as he contemplated your words.
โKat?โ
You almost dreaded the silence, suddenly feeling anxious.
โTake me to church with you.โ
You nearly toppled over at the demand.
โHah!?โ
You were speechless.
Months of praying for him and hoping he'd come with you once, just to see what it's like, and he initiated it.
Praise the Lord.
โIโฆyes!โ you squealed and threw your arms around the blondeโs neck in a hug. โI'd love that!โ
He chuckled, seemingly shocked himself as he held you close.
He stayed until it grew dark outside and tucked you in bed like a loving parentโor doting partner, in his case.
โI wish you were my real husband,โ you mumbled out sleepily when he kissed your forehead goodnight. โThat way we'd always,โ you yawned, โbe together.โ
โIโll make it happen soon,โ Katsuki whispered as he watched you fall asleep. โI promise.โ
โฝ โ๏ฝกห Author's Noteห๏ฝกโ โพ
Das my man! Issa a fact.
Us:
Based on my own experience (got my period at work lol, and went home cause ow) minus the fake boyfriend and some other stuff but yeah mostly just wanted to comfort us all ๐. So here's a fic for when you're feeling down, icky or just want some fluffy goodness friends!
Prayer is a huge help for when I'm feeling down.
I know who to call on physically, mentally emotionallyโGod steps in when I need Him โค๏ธ๐ฅน.
Just a little wholesome wish fulfillment fluff, donโt mind me <3
For anyone who canโt sleep and wants to read an AU where everything is okay.
I made this in two days in the middle of the night, probably for a total of ~3 hours, so my writing is probably not the best. Grammatical edits may yet come.
It was about 1 AM the last time you checked your phone, which was now charging on your nightstand behind you.ย
Several hours ago, you came back home from slogging through an 8-hour shift at a busy convenient store, just to end up cleaning up your new apartment while Jin was still working a 12-hour shift at a warehouse. The place was a mess after you moved in last week with boxes filling every room and lining the halls. When Jin finally came home, he found you nearly in tears while you were putting away dishes in the kitchen, overwhelmed by all the responsibilities that you and he were buried under at this point in your lives. He didnโt hesitate to scoop you up and hold you in his arms until you calmed down; then, he was more than happy to help you finish unpacking the kitchen. He was dog-tired, but he was always the type of person who was willing to put his problems to the side to support the people he loved.
You had no idea how you could have been so lucky to find a man like Jin. Granted, he had his fair share of problems: a personality disorder where he switched back and forth between radically different selves, an unstable sense of identity, and a lengthy criminal record, butโฆ things could be worse, right? At least thatโs what you always tried to tell yourself. But there were so many golden traits that overshadowed the red flags. He was a deeply caring person, at least for the people he loved, and he was devoted to a T. His loyalty was unwavering and he was never hesitant to let you know how much you meant to him (although, some of his other personalities would try to argue the contrary). Not only that, but his dynamic energy always lifted up your spirit. Seeing him dramatically pose, make wild hand gestures, or just simply yap to himself always managed to make you crack a smile, and that made his stomach feel all fluttery.ย
Now, the day was far beyond over, and you both decided that you were just done for the day. Utterly whooped, you and Jin collapsed onto your queen-sized bed -- which just so happened to be laying on the floor, since neither of you had time to assemble the bedframe yet. You did, however, have all your blankets unpacked and spread over the mattress, and you both snuggled up under their soft and cozy coverage.ย
It was February and the utilities werenโt set up yet, so your apartmentโs heater was not going to kick on. But that wasnโt an issue; you were wrapped up in thick comfy blankets and each otherโs warm embrace kept the chill away for the whole night. You felt almost too warm, but you were too tired to do anything about it, and you didnโt want to escape your boyfriendโs secure embrace.ย
โBabeโฆ Iโm tired,โ you whined. You were in a state where, even though you were utterly beat, you were unfortunately unable to fall asleep.ย
โDamn, that sucks-- Just close your eyes, Y/N, weโve got nowhere to be,โ Jin sleepily replied.
The dread of having to go to work again tomorrow pervaded your sense of relaxation vs. urgency. You were also afraid of your beloved falling asleep before you as well, and you didnโt want to be left alone after such a hard day.ย
โI have work tomorrowโฆI donโt wanna goโฆโ you muttered.ย
Your obvious pouting made Jin grin a little, so he opened his eyes and admired your weary face. โHereโฆput your head under my chin-- eugh, go away,โ he calmly replied, despite a contradicting voice pleading otherwise. Youโve known him for a long while now, so you knew for certain that all those snide remarks didnโt reflect how he actually felt about you, and he was so grateful that you understood that and trusted him.
You nuzzled your face against his neck, his chin now resting on top of your head. You felt heat radiate from his exposed skin, some stubble from a somewhat recent shave, and the beating of his heart through his jugular.ย
Whenever Jin came home from work, he would immediately slip on his Twice mask to feel a sense of wholeness again. It was difficult to keep himself together while trying to conform to the rest of the society, all so that he could hold down his current job and support the two of you. The warehouse he worked at was extremely hesitant to let a convict work for them, but they couldnโt exactly refuse him due to government pressure; so, they made a compromise: โno costume that would make everyone on-site feel uncomfortable and you get to stay.โ Thank God for pre-trial diversion programs.ย
Because of this, you donโt often have the chance to savor this skin-to-skin contact like you can at this moment. Bedtime was one of the few times he took his mask off at home (he didnโt want to suffocate in his sleep, after all) and you took advantage of it almost every night. You slowly inhaled his scent and the feeling of your breath against his neck made him blush.ย
โDo you feel any better?-- Have you had enough yet?!โ Jin said, caring contrasted with false annoyance.ย
โMmmโฆneed this for a while longer.โ
His smile widened and he closed his eyes. โI can do this all night-- Creep!โ
Dammitโฆ
Why canโt I just shut up?
Oh come on, you know she loves it.
Is this weird? Are we really okay?
Not at all.ย
Weโre totally fine!
When will she be tired of me?
Any moment now.ย
Iโm a mess, I donโt--
Jinโs slowly spiraling thoughts were abruptly interrupted when you nuzzled your face against his neck again, reassuring him that, even though he was admittedly afraid of being happy, everything really was all good between the two of you.ย
โThank youโฆfor being here,โ you whispered.
Jin squeezed you tightly as if you were his favorite stuffed animal, and you squeezed him back with equal affection.ย
Itโs okay to have nice things. Weโre allowed to have this. Me and Y/N both, he finally thought to himself. Things are so much better than they used to be. I finally made itโฆshe finally made it.
Fuck it, who cares, weโre allowed to celebrate itโฆ even if that celebration is just as small as cuddling in bed.ย
To soothe himself to sleep after coming to his realization, he proceeded to pet your head. He let his fingers run through your hair and he hummed with contentment. The room being totally dark and quiet also added to the sense of tranquility among the two of you. โI love you-- youโre a devil,โ he whispered.ย
At this point, you finally felt yourself relax a little more and were too tired to reply. Your muscles became slack and your eyelids began to feel heavy. Jinโs steady breathing, heartbeat, and rhythmic petting (while your face was still pressed against his neck) gradually lulled you to sleep. Once you were out cold, your boyfriendโs consciousness slipped soon after.
Hi, I was wondering if you could do the Housewardens + Jamil (separately) x fem Reader, where it's of them already in a relationship, and this is kind of based on the trend on TikTok, but it's the Reader seeing this trend and decides to try it by calling them "Buddy, Pal, etc." to see their reaction?
Their reaction when their s/o calls them "Buddy/Pal"
Featuring: Housewardens (+ Jamil)
A/N: off topic, but I've been listening to Azul's Overblot song on repeat for a long time now. Malleus' as well. They're just so...... Peakalicious. Malleus' makes me ascend I swear. (Like the record of ragnarok s3 ending.... I love ror please tell me some people still know it.)
Riddle Rosehearts
it happens so casually that riddle almost doesn't process it at first. you're talking to him like usual, nothing out of place, until you drop a light, absentminded "thanks, buddy" at the end of a sentence. he pauses. just slightly. it's small enough that someone else might miss it, but you don't. his expression tightens in that thoughtful way he gets when something does not align properly. "...buddy?" he repeats, slower, like he's testing the word for errors. there is nothing technically wrong with it, and yet it feels completely incorrect in context. he watches you a little more closely after that, trying to determine if it was intentional. when you do it again, maybe with a "you're really helpful, pal," he sets his book down with a quiet but deliberate motion. "...i fail to see how those terms are appropriate in this context, my love" he says, tone controlled but clearly bothered. it's not anger, not quite, but something closer to discomfort at being... reclassified. what gives him away most is the way he lingers near you afterward, like he is subtly trying to correct the distance you just created without outright saying it. when you explain it was just a trend, and he exhales sharply, clearly relieved but trying to hide it behind a huff. "that was a highly unnecessary experiment." he says, though he stays a little closer to you than before.
Leona Kingscholar
leona reacts slower, mostly because he assumes you're joking at first. when you call him "pal" he barely even opens his eyes, just grunts like he can't be bothered. but then you do it again. and again. that's when he actually looks at you properly, one eye opening with clear suspicion. "...the hell was that?" he mutters, voice low, more confused than annoyed. he studies you for a second, like he's trying to figure out if you're messing with him on purpose. when it clicks that you probably are, he lets out a quiet huff. "you tryin' ta start somethin' babe?" there's no real anger, but there's a shift in how he carries himself, more attentive now, more focused on you. if you keep going, he gets a little more direct about it, tugging you closer with minimal effort. "i'm not your 'buddy,'" he says flatly, like it should be obvious. the way he doesn't let you drift too far after thqt says more than the words. after you admit it was a prank, and he just gives you a long, unimpressed look before scoffing. "you're lucky i didn't actually care," he mutters, even though he pulls you closer right after.
Azul Ashengrotto
azul notices immediately. of course he does. the first "pal" is enough to make his expression flicker for just a second before he smooths it over. "how... informal, my love." he says, tone light but clearly measured. he does not confront it right away, instead observing, waiting to see if it's a one-time slip or something intentional. when you repeat it, he adjusts his glasses, gaze sharpening just slightly. "...i was under the impression our relationship operated on more... specific terms, hm?" he says carefully. there's something almost analytical in the way he approaches it, like he'd trying to understand the motive behind the shift rather than just reacting emotionally. but the longer it continues, the more it starts to bother him in a way he cannot quite hide. it's not just the word, it's what it impliesโa distancing, a redefinition he did not agree to. eventually, he leans in just slightly, voice quieter. "if this is some sort of joke, i would appreciate being informed," he says, and there is a hint of something more genuine underneath the composure. once you explain, he adjusts his glasses with a small sigh, composure slipping for just a second. "i would prefer you not test our relationship stability for entertainment." he says, though there's clear relief in his tone.
Jamil Viper
jamil notices immediately, but unlike some of the others, he does not react outwardly right away. when you call him "buddy," he just gives you a lookโbrief, sharp, assessing. "...that's new," he says, tone neutral. he does not question it directly at first, choosing instead to observe, to see if it's intentional. when you repeat it, his patience thins just slightly. "if you're trying to make a point, you might as well say it directly," he says, more blunt this time. he doesn't like indirect changes like that, especially when it involves something as specific as how you address him. there's a quiet tension in the way he interacts with you afterward, like he's waiting for you to clarify. if you keep going, he eventually steps in, more direct now. "i'm not just your 'pal.' i'm your boyfriend." he says, low and firm, not angry, but not amused either. he wants clarity, and he is not going to let it slide without getting it. you admit it was a prank, and jamil gives you a flat look before exhaling quietly. "next time, choose something less ambiguous." he says, though the tension in his posture finally eases.
Kalim Al-Asim
kalim does not get it at first. when you call him "buddy," he just smiles like you said something nice. "yeah! i'm your buddy!" he says, completely unbothered, even a little happy about it. but then you keep doing it. and slowly, very slowly, something shifts. he pauses a little longer before responding, smile still there but softer, more uncertain. "...wait," he says eventually, tilting his head. "aren't i... more than that?" there is no accusation in it, just genuine confusion. he doesn't get upset, but he does start sticking closer to you, more affectionate than usual without realizing it, like he's trying to naturally re-establish what he thinks is already there. if you call him "pal" again, he laughs, but there is a small, quiet "hey..." under it, like he's not entirely convinced anymore. when you tell him it was a joke, he immediately brightens, laughing in relief. "oh! okay, good!! i thought i did something wrong, aha!" he admits, hugging you a little tighter than usual.
Vil Schoenheit
vil notices instantly, and unlike some of the others, he does not let it slide even once. the moment you call him "buddy," his expression sharpens, gaze narrowing ever so slightly. "...excuse me?" he says, voice calm but edged. he doesn't raise his voice, doesn't overreact, but the disapproval is immediate and clear. he studies you like you have just done something deeply out of place. when you repeat it, he exhales slowly, clearly unimpressed. "if you are attempting humor, it is not landing, sweet potato." he says flatly. to him, it's not just strange, it's a downgrade in tone, a shift that does not match the relationship he expects. he doesn't tolerate it for long, stepping closer, reclaiming the space with quiet confidence. "i am not your 'pal' i am your boyfriend. your significant other. nothing less." he corrects, voice firm but not harsh. there's a certain finality to it, like he has already decided this trend is not continuing. after hearing it was a prank, he looks at you with clear disapproval before sighing. "do not involve me in such tasteless trends again." he says, though he smooths your hair back into place right after.
Idia Shroud
idia short-circuits. completely. the moment you call him "buddy," he freezes mid-sentence, staring at you like you just triggered a secret bad ending or something. "..huh?" he says, very eloquently. at first, he assumes he misheard. then you do it again, and now he is spiraling. "wait, wait, what does that mean? did i miss a relationship flag?? are we like... downgraded?? dโdid i pick the wrong romance route?!" he is overthinking immediately, trying to backtrack every interaction to figure out what caused this shift. it doesn't help that he already struggles with confidence, so this hits way harder than it should. he gets visibly more awkward, more unsure, hovering between asking directly and pretending it is fine. eventually, he just blurts it out. "iโm not just your buddy, right??" and the fact that he asks it so bluntly makes it very clear how much it got to him. you explain, and he just collapses back in his chair, groaning. "that was psychological damage for no reason! don't do that to me babe...!" he mutters, still visibly flustered but clearly relieved.
Malleus Draconia
malleus doesn't react the way you expect, but that does not mean he doesn't notice. when you call him "pal" he pauses, gaze settling on you with quiet curiosity. "...that is an unusual term, i thought humans only use that for their acquaintances, not their significant others." he says, not offended, just thoughtful. he doesn't immediately interpret it as something negative, but he does recognize that it's different from how you usually address him. when it continues, he becomes more attentive, watching you more closely, as if trying to understand the mwaning behind the change. "is this a new form of address among partners?" he asks at one point, genuinely curious. but there's a subtle shift in how he stays near you afterward, like he is reaffirming his place beside you without needing to say it directly. he doesn't reject the term, but he also doesn't fully accept it, instead quietly maintaining the connection he knows exists regardless of what you call him. after you tell him it was a mere joke, he hums thoughtfully before giving a small nod. "i see... then i shall remember that this 'prank' holds no true meaning." he says, though he remains just as close to you as before.
Author you did well with characterisation. I still don't know all the characters that well yet. This has such a nice read ๐ซ!? I stumbled upon it this morning before actually checking my notifications >.<
Synopsis: Itโs summer break at Night Raven College, and youโve said goodbye to everyoneโexcept your very proper, flusterable dorm leader, Riddle Rosehearts.
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You were trying to find your friend, Riddle, frantically running in the hallway of Night Raven College when you bumped into a wall named Cater Diamond.
โSorry, Cater.โ You rubbed your forehead, looking at the second-year guilty.
It wasn't a harsh clash, you just stumbled into his cushioned chest for a second.
โI didn't see you!โ you said in slight panic thinking of Heartslabyulโs rules. โI shouldn't be running in the first place.โ
โIt's fine. I'm just glad it's me you ran into and not Leona while he's napping." He gave an easy grin. Caterโs emerald orbs gleamed with something mischievous. Then he suddenly fussed over you, eyes scanning your figure for any injuries. โI didn't hurt you, did I? Are you okay? If anything happened to you, it would be off with my head.โ
โIโm okay!โ You waved him off with a soft laugh. โIโm actually looking for Housewarden Riddle right now. Have you seen him by chance?โ
โI can't believe he hasn't used his special spell on you once since you joined. Riddle sure has changedโwell, not that much. Maybe you're just the Queenโs favourite,โ the ginger gave you a playful wink. โHeadwarden's in the garden by the way.โ
You felt your cheeks grow warm, blushing.
Cater made it seem like you were Riddleโs exception.
โAlso, don't mention what I said about him being a queen!โ He rubbed his neck sheepishly and pointed over his shoulder towards where the garden was located.
โDon't worry, my lips are sealed,โ you gave him a small nod and smiled. โThanks for telling me Cater! See you after summer break! Safe travels!โ
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You looked around the green-trimmed bushes and red painted roses and sighed. The golden rays of the sunlight wonderfully warmed your skin. The sweet smell of flora and sweetness lingered in the air making you want to twirl at the fragrance.
โHow beautiful,โ you exclaimed, nearly starry-eyed at nature. โGodโs creations are so awesome!โ
Godโs handiwork truly was marvelous.
The birds chirped in the nearby trees, and the bees buzzed around the blooming flowers.
You admired the garden: it was used for more than unbirthday parties.
Heartslabyul had a variety of events held in the garden upholding the Queen of hearts tradition. You didn't dare touch anythingโnot wanting to break any rulesโeven if Riddle had turned down a notch in strictness.
You knew better.
Where is he? Didnโt Cater say he went this way? I want to say bye!
โRose!โ The nickname you reserved for Riddleโon rare occasionsโrolled off your tongue with a playful tilt. You giggled, feeling like a kid in a game of hide and seek. โWhere art thou?โ
You had grown close enough to the redhead over the past year to tease him every now and then without being beheaded to your surprise.
โRiddle!โ
You huffed as your patience started to grow thin.
The clock was ticking.
Lord, please help me find him. I won't see him some time after I leave, you prayed internally. And I need to. No one knows what the future holds but You Lord God.
At the snap of a twig behind you, you startled, almost letting out a squeak.
โOh, Rose, there you are. You scared me!โ
โIโI told you to refrain from calling me that!โ Riddle hissed out, embarrassed. There was no bark to his bite, especially with pink-coated cheeks and half-pouty lips. โIt is improper. I am your housewarden, not a flower.โ
Aww he's so cute! I'm so proud of how far he's come in such a short amount of time. He's becoming such a great leader, thank God.
You cooed at his flushed face.
I really like him!
โYes sir,โ you said softly, smiling as his button nose twitched cutely at the newfound formality. โToo much? I just wanted to say farewell to our precious housewarden.โ
Riddle's lips perched in a thin line as if the news of your departure displeased him or caught him off guard.
โI am not precious,โ he added stiffly.
โLetโs agree to disagree!โ You put your finger on your lip, and he scowled. โIt's summer break, as you know, housewarden Riddle, and my dadโs coming to get me in a bit.โ
You peered up at him with your head tilted to the side, taking in his delicate features as if drinking him up one last time. โIโll miss youโฆ andโand the rest of my dorm mates!โ
You waved your hands in front of you in frantic motion as if you were trying to summon another Yuu player to campus. โI just wanted to come see you one last time before I went home.โ
Roseheart's large, grey-blue eyes gleamed, amused. โI see.โ
A tiny smile curved on his lips, and you melted.
So handsome and pretty!
His cheeks still had a tinge of pink in them.
โI appreciate your thoughtfulness in telling, little card.โ Riddle looked away almost bashfully, then back at you. โWeโll see each other again soon,โ he said coolly, capturing your gaze with his earnest eyes. โDon't make it sound like we'll part foreverโI wouldn't let it happen.โ
Unable to conceal your joy, you threw your arms wrapped around his slender waist in an impulsive hug and let out a happy squeal. โOh Riddle!โ
He made a surprised sound at the sudden proximity.
Strangely enough, he didn't shove you off.
Riddle smelled perfectโexpensive and elegant. You didn't mean to inhale his lovely scent; it was simply there.
Badump. Badump.
You swallowed.
Riddleโs heart was pounding.
You could feel the barely there vibration.
He was warm.
Rosehearts was a gentleman, but he had strong boundaries and rules in placeโnot very strong when it came to you, or so it seemed. The headwarden patted your back awkwardly for at least two seconds and then pushed you away with red cheeks.
โThat-that was notโโ
โNot a violation, I presume?โ you interrupted, holding back a snicker at his expression. โI'm sorry if I overstepped,โ you said, sobering up in an instant. Your eyes widened as realization finally kicked in. โI should've asked!โ
Your brain scattered momentarily.
What if he didn't like it? Did I break a rule? What if I made him uncomfortable? I don't usually do things like thatโhe doesn't usually accept hugs!ย
โIt's alright,โ Riddle said, snapping you out of your spiral. โIโm not displeased, in factโฆโ He let his gloved hand rest on your head, and you eased, leaning into the touch. โI will miss seeing you as well.โ
At the intensity of his stareโhis toneโhis touch, you nearly fainted.
You.exe coming back online.
โUm,โ you paused, processing the confession. โWe-we can still text! Or call, right? If you want to, unless you don't andโโ
โI would like that,โ Riddle cut off your ramble with soft eyes, voice firm but warm. โDo not fret. I can make time for you in my schedule. We are friends after all, aren't we?โ
โIโYes! Of course!โ You breathed out happily, feeling giddy inside. โYou're like my best friendโafter Ace and Deuce.โ
His face dropped into a deadly sneer. โWhat!?โ
You didn't hold back your laughter. โI'm only joking!โ
You weren't joking.
The first-years were your best friends, but Riddle meant something more than a friend to you.
You just didn't quite know what yet.
My Rose.
Heavier topic set for this story. I'm just trying something a bit different. I love the bully x nerd trope but can never figure out how to write the mean dialog without it sounding like a middle schooler wrote it. I felt it needed to be cut into two parts, at least so we'll see how it goes.๐คทโโ๏ธ
๐ถMorgan Wallen- Cover Me Up (Cover)
๐ถ3 Doors Down- Let Me Go (Rock Version)
๐ถNoah Rinker- Save My Soul
๐ต(Bonus for the vibes) Thrice- The Artist In The Ambulance
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You walked the aisle of the college library trying to find the right book for your horticulture class tomorrow. When you found it, you studied the synopsis on the back as you walked through to the desk.
Suddenly, you ran into a solid chest. The book bumped you in the nose hard enough to hurt. You hissed, trying to soothe it as you looked up to see who was in the way.
When you saw Kyle, your heart dropped.
"Look where you're going y/n!"
"Hey, is that the book for the horticulture class?"
You looked from it back to him, reluctantly nodding.
"I'll take that!" He snatches it from your grip walking away.
"Hey!" Grabbing hold of his wrist, you attempted to stop him. When he snaps his head back to you with wild eyes, you let go.
"That's what I thought."
"I need that book too! Do you even have horticulture class?"
"Yeah, I do actually and keep your voice down!" He hissed.
"You always do stuff like this! Why me? Why not literally anyone else!?" He presses his hand against your mouth, backing you back into the aisle and against the far shelf.
"Shut it." He glances away chuckling to himself. "Why do I do it? Because it's easy, you're easy."
You wipe your mouth when he lets go.
"Just look the book up online. That's one thing you're actually good at." When you're certain he's gone, you wipe a hand down your face, letting out a growl of annoyance.
"That's just awesome. Lord, give me strength."
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A few days later, you happened to run into Kyle again outside. He was sitting on one of the benches eating his lunch.
When a strong gust of wind blew off his hood, your eyes widened. He had a black eye and a split lip. It looked painful, and you felt your heart tighten just thinking what may have happened to him. Sure, you didn't get along with him, but you didn't want to see him or anyone hurt like that.
You bit the inside of your cheek contemplating what you should do or if you should even bother him. Jogging inside the cafeteria, you asked for a baggie of ice and some napkins.
Back outside, you walked over to him. "Here... for your eye." He looks up at you like you're crazy. "Just take it. I don't care if you thank me or not."
He takes it and presses it against his eye, letting out a hiss at the pain. Sucking in a breath, you sit next to him. " May I ask what happened?"
"What does it matter to you? It's none of your business anyway."
"Just tell me. I think it'll help."
You hear him sigh. "Got into a fight last night."
"Did you win?"
"Yeah, you should see the other guy."
"You shouldn't fight unnecessarily."
"He swung at me! Also, you weren't there."
"Right, probably not my scene anyway."
"Don't you have I dunno some loser class like math to go to?"
"Yeah, I need to go."
"Bye then. Run along."
You shake your head as you walk to your next class.
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The next week you were leaving the bookstore you frequented. Unfortunately, there was a club right across the street, but it was in walking distance from your college apartment.
You didn't notice two guys spotting you as they stood in line for the club. They walked across the street behind you.
When you felt them behind you, you looked back, and they grabbed you, pulling you into the alley. You screamed as you fought them, but they were too strong. Pinning you against the bricks they took your bag and rummaged through for your wallet and phone.
"Heh, ain't you pretty. I'm gonna enjoy you."
You were sick to your stomach at his words. Heart rate skyrocketing and adrenaline coursing through you as tears fell down your cheeks. In your head, you prayed over and over in a chant. "God help me! God help me! God help me!"
Suddenly, a bright light nearly blinds you from the end of the alley. A guy slips off his motorcycle, pulling off his helmet.
It takes you a moment to register who it is. Kyle is standing there in his leather jacket and an ACDC shirt popping his knuckles as he approaches. "Thank you, Lord!"
"Hey! Let her go! Now."
They do just that, getting into a fighting stance as you drop to the ground in shock. They swing first, and he blocks swinging back at them.
You watch the fight unfold with the two men getting in a couple hits between them. It's not enough, though. He takes one down with a roundhouse kick to the head. The other not far behind with a punch square to the jaw.
Kyle rushes over to you, making you look at him.
"Y/n? I-I didn't realize it was you! Are you alright? Did they hurt you? Touch you?"
You could still feel the ghost of their awful hands on you. Pouncing on him, you bury your face in his neck sobbing.
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He could feel you shaking all over as he rubbed your back in soothing circles. His heart ached at your broken sobs. It nearly broke him. "Shh, you're ok, baby. I've got you. You're safe with me."
As he picked you up, letting you wrap your legs around him, he pulled out his phone, snapping pictures of the two men to give to the police. He knelt down, picking up your bag and belongings from the two, keeping his arm wrapped tight around you.
"We're going to the police station, alright?" He feels you nod in his neck as your fingers grip his jacket. "You can take my helmet. I don't have my spare with me."
"Here, sit on the bike."
Reluctantly, you let go slipping onto the back with a bit of help. He slides the helmet on your head. It's a tad big on you, but he adjusts the strap under your chin, keeping it tight on you.
You don't know what to do with your hands when he sits in front of you. He smiles to himself when you place your hands awkwardly on his shoulders. "It's better if you hold around my stomach. I'll drive careful for you so don't worry."
You slip your hands to his stomach, interlocking your fingers as he backs out of the alley. "This is gonna be a bit loud, so just prepare yourself." When he turns the key you jump, the sound of the engine coming to life under your seat is loud even with the helmet on. You can feel the vibration in your bones.
Accelerating down the street, you hold onto him tighter. Never being on a motorcycle before makes the strange feeling of turning worse. When you come to a stop at a light, you suddenly feel his hand on yours rubbing, reassuring circles over your knuckles.
"You good!?" He had to practically yell over the engine noise. You nodded against his back and let him continue driving.
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At the police station, an officer takes both your statements and the photos from Kyle. He holds your hand as you recount what happened to the officer. You press charges for the attack and sexual assault along with attempted robbery.
In the parking lot, you hug him. Thanking him for saving you. "I'd do it again. It's not that big a deal."
"You... you saved me. You SAVED me, Kyle. That IS a big deal. Thank you." You felt pulled to him like a magnet as you tugged him down, giving him a peck on the cheek as a thank you. Pulling away, you took his helmet, strapping it back on for the ride to your place.
He cleared his throat, straightening his jacket. "You're welcome, I guess."
Taking off again, you were a bit more comfortable. You could get used to this. Kyle was warm compared to the cool night air, and his presence seemed to comfort you from that stressful situation.
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Pulling up to your apartment building, he walks you to your door to make sure nothing else happens. At least that's what he's telling himself.
"You need me to stay a while? Or are you good now?" He stands there, hands in his pockets looking anywhere but at you.
"Would you care to join me for my nightly prayer before you go?"
He thinks for a moment. "Sure."
You hold out your hands for him, and he gives you a questioning look. "Give me your hands." He rolls his eyes, setting his hands into your open ones.
"Dear Lord in heaven. I thank you for this day. Even through the terror I experienced today, I knew you had me, Lord. You brought Kyle to me in just the right moment, Lord, and gave him strength in the fight to protect me. I pray that you will heal his wounds and bruises, and I pray you will protect him on his way home tonight. Keep him safe for me, Lord. In Jesus' mighty name I pray, Amen."
He let out an awkward Amen of his own, clearing his throat. "I'll see you around y/n." You nod, waving goodbye and heading inside.
The sound of his motorcycle starting up makes a small smile cross your face. Maybe he'd come around to God. Either way, you left it in his hands. Simply planting the seed was enough for God to work in him.
Tags: Light angst, Hurt/comfort, Possible chaos, Found Family Vibes, Friendship and love, Faith & hope.
Synopsis: Riddle Rosehearts learns that burdens were never meant to be carried alone.
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Riddle Rosehearts was a tyrannical puppet, pulled by his mother's strings of discipline. He followed legislation without hesitation. The headwarden never dared to think beyond the 810 rules of Queen of Hearts. That was his life for the longest timeโฆ what he was trained for his entire childhood.
Riddle thought rules and structure equaled perfection.
But it was all a lie.
And it hurt.
Riddle didn't know how to accept.
The truth was terrifying, and far from what he's been taught.
โOff with your head!โ
Droplets of onyx ink filled his crimson, jeweled magic pen.
Riddle Rosehearts lost himself. Not that there was much of him to begin with.
He was a perfectly pretty picture.
He hated it.
Riddle's well-built armor of discipline crumbled that afternoon at Night Raven College and swallowed him whole. Despair and misery overtook the seventeen-year-old, and he succumbed to overblot.
Blackest darkness corrupted him: the kind that came from his own heart.
โI'm not giving up till I hear him say, โI was wrong and I'm sorry!โโ Ace Trappola, the fiery, ginger-haired first-year, didn't give up on him.
Yet Riddle Roseheart was not destroyed.
โThis is the only way we can think of to snap him out of this!โ Deuce Spade concluded.
Someone cared enough.
โUgh, I do NOT like or subscribe to this, but fine!โ Cater Diamond was doubtful but loyal as he pushed through, duplicating himself.
Someone saved him.
โI don't want to lose him.โ Trey Clover, his childhood friend, reached out at last, voice trembling. โThere're too many things I've left unsaid!โ
And then there was Yuu.
After that life-threatening endeavor, Riddle changed.
Well, the second year tried to repent of his actions.ย
It was all because of the love and the honesty that the spilled from his first-years' lips and their fervor to save him even though he had been vile, a tyrant.
Whether it was the power of friendship or Godโor bothโRiddle was grateful. The redhead still struggled with accepting his newfound freedom. Breaking out of his old habits was a daily battle, but he wasn't alone.
He knew that well now.
He had Trey, his second-in-command, best friend, and favorite baker.
His new troublemaking cards: the first-years' Ace and Deuce.
Heartslabyul.
They were all family.
โI cannot carry all these people by myself; the burden is too heavy for me. If this is how you are going to treat me, please go ahead and kill meโif I have found favor in your eyesโand do not let me face my own ruin,โ Yuu thought of the book of Numbers 11:14โ15, how Moses felt.
You could say Moses was on the brink of overblot too but God stepped in.ย
โI will come down and speak with you there, and I will take some of the power of the Spirit that is on you and put it on them. They will share the burden of the people with you so that you will not have to carry it alone,โ Numbers 11:17.
When things became too much for Yuuken Emma, even now, the words in the Bible anchored him. When he didn't feel strong, Jesus gave him strength.ย It was something he shared with Riddle on at the latest unbirthday party. ย
โCarry each other's burdens,โ Yuu said, eyeing the dorm leader across the white-clothed table. โI know it can be hard, change is scary. But let your friends help you. You've got people who care. Lean on them. I know it's hard but learn to give yourself grace. And if it gets too much, try to pray. It worked for me. God hears all prayers, even in this world.โ
There was a beat of silence.
Riddleโs lips were in a thin line.
He looked faraway for a moment.ย
The headwarden of Heartslabyul knew about gods, but he didn't know much about Yuuken Enmaโs Godโnot anything aside from what the Ramshackle student told him.
Riddle didn't despise the idea, no matter how strange it was. The seventeen-year-old loved literature. He was sceptical about Yuu's beliefs but still inquisitive enough to know more. The boy would have to read up on it in the Bible Yuu mentioned earlier if it existed in their realm.
โI might consider it,โ the redhead raised a perfect brow. โWhy does that sound like a farewell speech?โ
Yuu shrugged, looking hopeful.
โIt might be. I'm not from this world, remember? I miss my home,โ he sighed and glanced at the red roses on the trimmed bushes. โProfessor Crowley said he found a way for me to return.โ
โI'm glad.โ Riddle raised the teacup to his lips and took a sip. His porcelain plate, decorated with a fat slice of strawberry tart, was set before him. โEver since you were summoned, things have become unruly.โ
The redhead hadn't decapitated so many heads since entering Night Raven College.
It was a new record.
Yuu leaned back in his seat and waited patiently for the โbut.โ
โTradition, chaos, and rule-breaking increasedโโ The boy's left eye twitched as if the next sentence was hard to admit. โI am grateful.โ
Riddle set the tiny cup down with a soft clink. He lifted his head and gazed fondly at his chattering peers in the background. โIt's thanks to thatโto you and my first-years. It showed me... who I was turning into.โ
The second-year didn't feel so heavy anymore.
โYou showed me I can be redeemed,โ Riddleโs large grey eyes glossed over, sparkling with something painful and sweet alike. He swallowed, furrowing his red brows. โI can be a little more free,โ he looked at the decorated space in the garden with a hum. โYou have my thanks.โ
โHousewarden!โ Ace protested, sounding like a whining child. It made Riddleโs lip twist upwards in a playful scoff. โWhy is Yuu getting thanked alone? No fair! It was a team effortโโ
โHey!โ Grim, the black cat, yelled, glaring daggers at a smirking Cater, who stole his dessert. โThat's my slice of cake! I saw it first.โ
โNo need to fight you guys,โ Trey piped up, adjusting his glass. He shook his head at the two with a small grin. โThere's enough for everyone.โ
Riddle Rosehearts felt something warm bubble within him.
A nostalgic emotion etched into his heartโsomething he remembered from his childhood.
Something good.ย
Back when he, Trey, and Che'nya were eight.
When the little Rosehearts was happy.
Riddleโs grey eyes widened in realization.
A tear nearly slipped past his cheek.
He was happy now.
Riddle let out a small, disbelieving laugh.ย
Was this what healing felt like?
He liked it.
โCarry each other's burdens.โ
Riddle cleared his throat and stood up, holding his staff. โThank you all for your support, House of Heartslabyul.โ
The students of his dorm cheered gleefully. โHousewarden Riddle we salute you!โ
Che'nya, the purple-haired Cheshire Cat boy, crashed their unbirthday party, he stole Riddleโs crown while he was talking, and disappeared with a mischievous giggle.
Ace and Deuce got in a fight right after.
โOff with your head,โ was at the tip of his tongue. โThis is a violation of the rules!โ
The vice dorm leader, Trey, got Riddleโs crown back from their old friend.
Cater squeezed the redheadโs shaking shoulders, sensing his clear change of demeanor.
โI'll stop them,โ Yuu called out, rushing over to the boys while Grim stuffed his face until he passed out. โAce! Deuce!โ
Too slow.
โOff with your head!โย
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Hello there! It's my 1st Twisted Wonderland fic, what'd ya think? I wrote this to kill my writers block, I think it worked praise God! Sorry about any typos. I just recently got into the anime/manga and I like it! The game is unavailable in my region ๐ฅฒ.
โ I've got a Riddle Rosehearts x Reader finished, and ready to post ;)
NOTICE ๐จI copied the direct quotes (what they said in the flashback scene)โfrom the actual digital Book 1 โข The Rose-Red Tyrant (you can google it if you wanna read it, I incorporated into the FIC to keep it canon-ish). I don't claim those sentences but I did write everything else per creativity, and memory. The images aren't mine either, found on Google, Pinterest, Screenshoted and cropped (edit).
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โ๐ผ 25. 04. 2026
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