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˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — As Riddle listens to you constantly talking about the things that happened today, he can't help but feel at ease and loves the way your voice just soothes him.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — WHOAA, am I making another Riddle fic instead of focusing on my series and other characters? Yes. Do I regret? NAH. I love Riddle even if my interest in Twst is slowly dwindling, besides this is just an excuse to release this draft since it has been rotting for awhile and my first chapter for that Albafica story on ao3... Yanbunie uploading two fics at once? A miracle huhuhu.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
The Heartslabyul rose garden was typically a closed sanctuary, strictly off-limits unless the mad whims of an Unbirthday Party called for it, or if any unfortunate students had been ordered by their housewarden to spend their afternoon painting the white roses a bleeding red.(Which was almost always)
Today, however, the labyrinth of briars stood in total silence. Why? Because Riddle had ruthlessly dismissed every last student from the grounds, clearing out the card soldiers and the chatter completely—all for the sole purpose of securing a few stolen, uninterrupted moments alone with his favorite rose.
You.
You were the sole reason the entire student body had been booted from the garden, but it wasn't a bad thing—oh, no no. On the contrary, the card soldiers were practically ecstatic to be excused from their grueling duties. A wave of gratitude had swept through the dorm, everyone utterly thrilled that their meticulous, rule-abiding leader was so entirely, blissfully distracted by you.
"And then I saw Grim actually somersault on the chandelier, with fire practically spewing out of his mouth! I was completely stunned, but it really was one of the most incredible things I've ever seen!" You rambled, a brilliant, radiant smile plastered on your face.
Beside you, Riddle listened with total, undivided attention. The usual sharp, stern edge of the Housewarden had completely melted away, his eyes shining with a genuine, soft warmth as he hung on your every word.
There was just something so… soothing about your voice.
"And then what happened next?" he prompted, his voice laced with a rare, gentle patience.
It was a tone that would have utterly flabbergasted the rest of Heartslabyul, easily fueling the dormitory's endless gossip about their Housewarden’s blatant favoritism. Under any other circumstances, the mere mention of a flaming monster wrecking school property would have sent Riddle into a furious panic, demanding to know why Grim was endangering the school.
But right now? That wasn't the case, the strict rules and fiery temper were completely forgotten as he simply leaned in, entirely content to just keep listening to you. (Most students would faint at the sight)
You paused, pursing your lips in deep thought for a brief moment before your face instantly brightened as the next memory clicked into place.
"Oh! And then both Deuce and Ace burst onto the scene, and right at that exact moment, Professor Crewel caught them!" you exclaimed, your hands waving around animatedly to emphasize. "He immediately assumed the duo had something to do with the whole mess! Like… they were Grim's accomplices or something!" (Ace was mad mad too).
The two of you continued your leisurely stroll through the breathtaking maze of the garden, the fragrant air wrapping around you both in a serene, quiet comfort. Yet, just for a split second, Riddle’s notorious, razor-sharp perfectionism flared to life. Out of the corner of his eye, a single, offending splash of white peeked out from a bush—a pristine rose that his slacking card soldiers had completely missed.
A sharp twitch pricked at his brow, his fingers tightening instinctually as the urge to summon his magical pen and demand an immediate execution of the rules flared within him.
But then, he looked back at you, you were still smiling and looking back at him.
Swallowing down the rising lecture, Riddle forced his posture to relax and deliberately averted his gaze from the unpainted flower. It was an impressive feat of self-restraint for the Riddle Rosehearts. But there was absolutely no way he was going to let a single spot of white ruin this precious, flawless moment with you.
Everything was going beautifully. However, for all of Riddle’s meticulous planning and foresight, he hadn't expected for the sudden, gentle warmth that suddenly slid against his palm.
Your fingers slipped between his, slowly and deliberately intertwining until your hands were perfectly locked together.
The breathless gasp that caught in his throat was met only by your gaze. The bright grin you had worn while recounting the day's chaos had softened, melting into a expression that was meant solely, deeply, for him.
The touch was entirely personal, drawing an intimate boundary around the two of you that the rest of the academy could never touch.
"Uhm… thank you for being here with me, I know you were probably quite busy so this means a lot to me."
Riddle pressed his lips into a thin line, trying to hide the flustered blush that had spread across his cheeks, turning them nearly as red as his hair, though this time it wasn’t out of anger(A miracle). He tightened his grip slightly before quickly looking away, unable to hide his embarrassment any longer.
"O-of course! My schedule may be a bit hectic, especially with so many troublemakers running around… but I’ll always make time for you." His voice softened at the end, quieter now, yet you could still hear the sincerity of his promise.
A walk in the garden was all what you two needed after all. Now… can someone tell Ace and Deuce to stop following the two of you?
Sooo, first chapter of the Albafica story is done, and I also have ANOTHER Riddle fic ready to be uploaded... TOMORROW. Because I like posting my fics at 5PM, I don't know why but I just do huhuhu.
And yes if you have noticed a pattern, I love characters who are rose themed sue me (╥﹏╥).
Would it be a shock to you guys if I said I already had a 4800+ words written in my draft for the Albafica x reader story? I wrote it yesterday after getting back from my trip...
Let's just say making it in a modern setting is a LOT easier.(And I get to focus on one character... ehem)
Aughhh, I have been fixated on the Saint seiya franchise for quite some time, especially the lost canvas(I was relieving my childhood ehem) and Albafica...🤤 One of my first fictional crush AHAHA.
I'm so tempted to write for him... There's not enough fics for him, or even in general for saint seiya x reader huhuhu(╯︵╰,) especially in English 😞
I'll most likely post on Ao3, been wanting to get into it for quite some time after all ehehehe...(And I already have a story idea for Albafica x reader...)
And no let's not talk about that yandere ror series I was supposed to make...
˗ˏˋ𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 ´ˎ˗ — EHEM, hey there... So like, idk if you've seen the new season for Record of Ragnarok BUT, I have been stalking your blog and I love your fics and I've seen your fandoms and I saw that you had ROR albeit even if it's Inactive BUT, I am so desperate for any crumbs so can I request ROR gods(Specifically Hades, and Apollo) with a valkyrie S/O? Like, they're fighting against their opponent and their opponent's valkyrie just so happens to be their lover?? I saw a fic like that somewhere and I want more, and take your timee!! - Anon
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — The duties of a valkyrie were never untainted, and you knew your obligations better than anyone else; put humanity first above everything, even yourself. So now, all you can do is smile and wave goodbye with tears to the one who held your heart, just as you held his.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance/angst.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc especially Apollo, spoilers for s3, ass brief fight scenes.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Helllooo!! And yess!! I have actually just recently watched the third season for Record of Ragnarok and I will say... It reignited my phase so I will consider writing for it once again!! Especially Hades, Qin Shi Huang, and Apollo like gah dayum... Fell in love with them the moment their chapters came out.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
Prologue
Since the dawn of your existence, the weight of your duty as a Valkyrie had always rested heavily upon you. To fight for humanity, to choose the best among them, and to ensure they survived the horrors of the battlefield.
So, it was certainly no surprise that Brunhilde rejected the notion of you taking a god as your lover, but desires of the heart does not bend so easily to caution. And you knew you were guilty too; after all, you understood the consequences that would follow from giving in to your wishes.
Yet... The only regret that lingered was that you were not granted more time together.
𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐒
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You truly wondered if Brunhilde had done this on purpose. Her merciless words starkly contradicted the calm expression she always held so delicately. Yet nothing could silence the cruel echo of those words in your mind.
"You’ll be up against Hades." The words stunned you. Brunhilde looked so cold as she stared at you with her calculating gaze, one you knew all too well. Yet you maintained eye contact wutg narrowed eyes with your older sister as she continued, her words leaving no room for argument.
"And I have already assigned you to your partner, Qin Shi Huang, King of All Beginnings. I'm sure you've already heard of him."
And that was it. She never even bothered to warn you, trusting that you would choose your duty over your heart without hesitation. And the harshest truth of all was that she wasn’t wrong. You had always placed your calling above everything; you deeply loved humanity and your sisters, and you knew that it would eventually be your turn to lead your warrior to victory—but this…
Your heartbeat hammered against your ribs, your fingers curling into your palms as your teeth pressed into your lip. Yet you kept your composure. You knew Brunhilde, you knew your older sister perfectly, and once she had made up her mind, nothing could ever sway her decision. Nothing.
Biting back your anger before it could spill over, you forced out a faint, "I… see." From the edge of your vision, you noticed Goll lingering behind the older Valkyrie, watching you with quiet concern, though you only offered her a small, reassuring smile. (But even she knew everything wasn’t going to be okay.)
And now here you were, clinging to Qin as both of you stood bloodied and battered, though he had taken the worst of it.(Hell, he even lost an arm!) All the while, you could feel your spirit beginning to fracture, small cracks forming under the relentless heat of battle, yet you refused to let up.
"How are you holding up, my dear Valkyrie?" His words reached your mind, though if you were being honest, you felt you should have been the one asking him, given his current state.
You sighed, grip tightening on his shoulder as you swayed a little, "I should be asking you that, I mean look at you!"
The foolish king simply smiled, almost boyishly, before shifting his attention to the figure before you, Hades. Seeing him like that made your heart falter despite yourself.
On the other hand, the king of the underworld could hardly believe that cunning Valkyrie had arranged such a match. He had come here for one purpose alone and one purpose only, to avenge his brother. But to see you transformed into his opponent’s Volundr…
He tightened his grip on his bident, damn it. He knew that this hesitation would get him killed sooner or later, but how could he possibly bring himself to hurt his beloved?
The silver-haired god could only curse under his breath. He knew Brunhilde was the kind to take advantage of others and sacrifice them for the greater good, and now she had exploited your devotion to your duties—but this was a low blow, even for her.
"Though I suppose that Valkyrie wouldn’t care about fairness," The thought bit at him, yet his expression barely held any visible irritation as he spun his bident behind him, his stance ready to intercept any attack. Yet hesitation gripped his heart far too tightly for him to prepare another heavy blow, for the fear of losing you felt far greater than his desire to avenge his brother.
The weapon Qin held in his hand was beginning to crack, and that only made his unease far worse. Images began to form in his mind of you as well, cracked and battered, all in the hope of helping this mortal… No, Qin Shi Huang. Hades could respect this man for his love for his people and as a worthy opponent, but even then, he would never forgive the Fates for this outcome.
Most especially Brunhilde.
"Well, are you going to attack again, or should I do the honors?" Qin’s voice echoed, pulling Hades from his reverie. The god narrowed his eyes at Qin’s provocation, yet still kept himself composed.
"Watch your tone, there is only one King worthy to leave this arena and that shall be me."
"Hao! Truly, only one can leave—but I’m afraid it won’t be you." He shot back before attacking again. Hades parried the oncoming strikes, but that was all; he never once tried to exploit Qin’s openings, no matter how clear they were. And Qin Shi Huang saw it.
“Oh? Not about to attack me, King of the Underworld?” You gripped Qin’s black hair, desperately trying to signal him not to anger your lover any further, yet Qin ignored your warning, only placing a hand on yours. Before the fight had even begun, you had already told the King of All Beginnings that you were married to Hades, after Brunhilde had warned you of his tendency to charm others.
"Qin..."
“My dear Valkyrie, I know how much Hades means to you, and I am truly sorry for the fate you were forced into.” The sudden, genuine sympathy from the usually egotistical king made you freeze. Your shoulders sagged before you shook your head, trying to focus. Yes, the Fates were truly cruel, but now was not the time to let emotions and personal attachments get in the way of victory.
"I'm trying to tell you to focus on the battle, Qin. And I knew what I was getting myself into when I married a god."
Now, it all came down to this final attack. Qin’s blindfold had long since been removed, his sword in hand as he readied himself. Hades took his stance as well, spinning his fully awakened bident—now infused with every last bit of his life force and fused with Poseidon’s trident—once more in front of him, his eyes narrowing in focus and contemplation.
If he truly gave it his all, he would have to watch you fall alongside your warrior, and he couldn’t bear the thought of seeing you shatter into millions of fragments, scattering across the universe and fading into Niflheim. He might win the battle, but the idea of never seeing you again... and knowing he had indirectly caused your death? No, that was too much for him.
At the same time, the thrill of facing a worthy opponent after eons felt exhilarating.
“I understand why you love humanity so much, my dear [Name]…” he thought with a faint smile. In the end, he still gave it his all. Their weapons clashed in a thunderous collision, both struggling as they fought on equal ground. Then Qin blew a puff of air—the Torrent of the Tortoise—which struck Desmos directly, giving him the advantage.
The shock on Hades’ face was evident as he forced more of his blood into Desmos. Yet Qin used the Swallow Slash Force of the First Emperor without a moment of hesitation, taking full advantage as every second counted.
Then...
CRACK!
Desmos cracked, then shattered into a million pieces like fragile glass as Qin thrust his sword into Hades’ heart, piercing through his back. The silence was deafening—until Hades smiled at Qin.
“Spectacular… you truly are a worthy king…” he breathed as he began to fall to the ground. His mind wandered to his brothers, Poseidon and Zeus, silently apologizing to them—before his thoughts drifted to you. His beautiful, hardworking, and diligent valkyrie.
Yet before his body could hit the battered floor, you caught him, gently lowering his head onto your lap. Tears streamed down your cheeks as sobs escaped your lips, the sound echoing through the colosseum. Everyone—especially Qin and your sisters—knew to remain silent as they watched the Valkyrie who had aided Qin in her own husband’s defeat.
"Don’t cry… [Name]," he began, a thin red line of blood trailing from his lips, though he paid it no mind. Seeing you cry your heart out stirred something deep within him. He seldom saw you in such a state, yet round after round, as you watched your sisters fall, he had seen you cry more often, mourning their deaths while you cursed Brunhilde under your breath.
"I’m sorry… Please… don’t go…" you begged, the words hitching in your throat as you bit your lip until you could taste the metallic tang of your blood. Yet Hades merely lifted his hand to your face, gently cupping your cheek as his body slowly began to fade.
"Take good care of yourself, okay?" he said gently, and it reminded you of the times he had comforted you without judgment, how he made you feel so loved, and how you were more than just your identity as a valkyrie. And now… now you would never be able to see him again—not in this life, and there would never be another life for him.
Hades couldn’t say it as his time had come to an end, but he mouthed the words, "I love you," as he faded into Niflheim, and only the two of you would ever know his final words to you.
𝐀𝐏𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎
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The palace of Apollo was truly grand and luxurious, befitting a man such as the sun god himself—who just so happened to be your husband. But you weren’t here to admire the architecture of the Olympian god’s abode… or your own. No. Apollo had summoned you here to talk.
“Darling, my love, my sunshine… you cannot be serious about this, right?” The voice from behind you sounded uncharacteristic of the man you knew so well; his tone carried a note of displeasure, which was understandable given the unfair circumstances you had both been placed in.
A sigh escaped from your lips as you finally turned around, your eyes focused on Apollo's face. Seeing his brows furrowed was a sight anyone rarely saw, and yet… Despite the displeasure in his expression, his radiance and beauty felt almost unfair with how the sun was casting its glowing light upon him.
“Keep frowning like that and you’ll get wrinkles, you know?” you teased, trying to lighten the mood, but it was clear the usual flamboyant and narcissistic god wasn’t having any of it. How could he when he knew there was a chance none of you would ever see each other ever again?
Apollo closed the distance between you so quickly that it caught you off guard and pulled you into a tight embrace, as if he never wanted to let go—and the truth was… he really didn’t. He was scared, so scared that he bit his lower lip and rested his head on your shoulder while your hands hovered awkwardly in midair, unsure of what to do. The feeling of being in a daze lingered, but eventually, you wrapped your arms around his waist.
"Can't you just refuse? This is so beneath us."
"You know I can't, my duties as a valkyrie—"
“Then why not let someone else do it?” He cut you off, his voice rose slightly with pain as he pulled away. He didn’t understand it—he loved that you were so diligent and responsible, but for once, he wanted you to stop and break from your duties for him. Even if it was selfish, he didn’t care.
"My darling, they are just humans, why bother trying to help mortals who have no chance of winning against the gods?"
“Never say never, my dear,” you said with a soft and sad smile that always made his breath hitch. It was so unfair how little you had to do to undo him—him, the god considered one of the most beautiful and strongest among the others and yet here he was practically begging you not to participate in this petty little competition between the gods and mortals.
“There’s a reason the score is 4–4,” you finished, walking toward him and taking both his hands in yours. “Besides, I heard from Hermes that you wished you were there to witness the deaths of the fallen gods because it surely looked beautiful, right? It sounds to me like you were eager to display your passion and strength too.”
“That was before I knew that cunning Valkyrie of a woman had involved you!” His grip on your hands tightened, causing you to wince, yet you still smiled that foolish—and most beautiful—smile at him.
“Please, don’t blame my sister Brunhilde for this. She only wants what’s best for humanity and its survival.” You paused, searching for the right words as you stared into his beautiful golden eyes, which looked back at you with quiet pleading. “And I’m willing to do everything in my power to help her achieve it.”
Apollo could only look at you with a defeated, helpless understanding. He knew there was nothing he could do to change your mind, no matter how hard he tried or how much he begged; even if he threw his pride into the ground and shattered it to pieces, it would never be enough to make you change your mind… still…
"Even if it meant it would cost either our lives?"
The silence that followed felt deafening, yet it was your response that truly struck him. “I was always prepared for those consequences.” You leaned in, your noses almost touching—not for a kiss, but for a whisper that might just be your last to him. “But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.”
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Apollo’s respect for Leonidas grew as the fight went on longer and longer. The strength of the brute of a man proved to him that humans truly weren’t so bad after all—and that they too had genuine beauty within them that he had refused to see for so long even with your coaxing.(He'd do anything to hear you call him stubborn again.)
But that didn’t erase his complicated mix of liking and disliking for the King of Sparta. His strength was commendable—he would give him that—but he was far too… aggressive for his liking. Apollo could only hope that Leonidas treated you well and that you were safe, although, given the condition of his Volundr, that was unlikely… especially since the Volundr was you. And the blows they traded were neck to neck, even if his opponent had been at a disadvantage at the beginning.
The man standing before Apollo was battered and bruised, having taken several blows from his fists and threads. Apollo may have been considered a pretty, almost feminine god, but he was still a god who knew how to throw a punch, using his mastery of boxing and his speed to his advantage. Even still, Apollo also had taken a beaten from the King of Sparta's hatred(Albeit now with reluctant respect.) towards him.
Yet… he felt proud of his scars. His appearance might now have been unkempt and disheveled, nothing like his usual high-maintenance image, and the other gods in the colosseum might talk crap at his arrogance and flamboyance—but he took pride in bearing the marks of a worthy opponent and, in a way, from you, the very reason Leonidas could stand on equal footing with him in the first place.
“I have to say, I do not care for that filthy mouth of yours,” he began. Leonidas narrowed his eyes, expecting another arrogant remark, while your spirit beside the King of Sparta flickered, cracks beginning to form.
"Jeez, I still can't believe you chose someone as annoying as this fucker right here." He told you, his head bleeding as it it continued to drip on the floor while you shook your head.
“Apollo is… well, Apollo, but I promise you he’s not all bad as mortals or even gods make him out to be,” you said in his defense, looking at Leonidas as he huffed at your words before you turned your gaze to the man you loved so dearly.
Apollo, on the other hand, closed his eyes briefly, his hand pressed lightly against his forehead. “That being said, your attack was truly beautiful,” he finished, a note of serious finality in his expression. But it wasn’t his face that shocked Leonidas—no, it was his words.
"Huh?"
“I was worried you would treat my precious [Name] badly, considering how much of a savage you are. However, I can see that you know yourself well, and that your soul burns with a passion that works well with my spouse,” he said with a smile as Apollo’s threads around his hands began to unravel, shining brilliantly. The power they emitted caused Leonidas to instinctively step back a distance between him and the god that was now going all out.
You shut your eyes for a moment from the luminating light before opening them wide—was he really going to use Argyrotoxos? The sight and the realization should have left you trembling, but instead, it brought a smile to your face. Apollo considered Leonidas a worthy enough opponent to use this technique, and that alone made it feel… beautiful.
“Heh, gotta hand it to ya—your husband sure knows how to make a spectacle.” You heard Leonidas say this as you held onto him for a bit of support. Your lips pursed in surprise at his words before a faint, knowing smile crept onto your face.
"Oh? Is that respect I hear from the great and prideful King of Sparta?"
"Don't make assumptions, valkyrie."
The moment the gigantic statue of Artemis appeared, everyone knew this was all or nothing. You knew this was the moment you had been dreading—not death, no, never that. You had been prepared to give your life the moment you were born. But the thought of never seeing Apollo again was what truly pained your heart. But you knew you had to give it your all to Leonidas, and you would.
Using what little power you had left, you paid no mind to the cracks forming on the Volundr. Instead, you pushed the shield to its limits, hoping it could withstand the force of Apollo, who had nocked himself against the bowstring, becoming the deadliest arrow Valhalla had ever seen.
Meanwhile, Apollo’s thoughts raced as he settled onto the bowstring, his position ready. Yet he could only focus on the shield that Leonidas held with trust and pride. For a moment, he could see your figure standing beside Leonidas like a trusted companion, ready to give your life for the Spartan king, your Einherjar.
“But even knowing the pain of loving a god, I will never regret loving you, and I will forever be grateful for all the memories you’ve given me.” Your words echoed in his mind like a mantra, but he knew that even the slightest hesitation would ruin this beautiful battle—a match that would live on in the tales of all who witnessed today’s splendor.
The two opponents faced each other in a final showdown, while those seated in the audience waited with bated breath for the clash that would ultimately determine which side would take the lead.
Drop
And suddenly, the two clashed in a burst of blazing light. Apollo shattered the shield with his hand, the Volundr cracking into millions of fragments as his fist punched through the side of the Spartan king’s stomach. You yelped at the impact, feeling yourself flung away from Leonidas’s side. And yet, despite the blood and the gore, Leonidas’s grin only widened before he grabbed Apollo by the shoulder, determined to even the score.
“That smug face gets one more punch!” Leonidas yelled as his clenched, blood-soaked fist struck Apollo’s already battered face. “Here you go, pretty boy!”
Apollo groaned as the blow struck him hard, and a profound silence followed—save for the muffled cries of the Spartans behind Leonidas. Then the familiar green cracks began to spread across Leonidas’s body where Apollo had struck him. Yet what shocked everyone—even the usually unflinching brute—were the tears that finally ran down from Apollo’s beautiful golden eyes.
He pulled both Leonidas and you into an embrace, the two of you already beginning to shatter under the whims of the battle that had brought you to this end. Apollo, most of all, held you tightly, as you closed your eyes in quiet contentment, a smile forming on your lips—while he wore a soft smile of his own, despite the tears that started to cloud his vision.
“The both of you… were exceptionally beautiful… especially you, my dear [Name],” he whispered. Leonidas scoffed, though a proud grin remained on his face, and for once, he said nothing—allowing the god and the Valkyrie to share their final goodbye in peace.
PS, I might have gotten them mischaracterized since I started this request during the release of the new season and I eventually got too busy and lazy to write this early on, soo... And I may have gotten overboard once I had the free time I needed ehehe. And I kinda forgot that there were more parts for Apollo vs Leonidas and so I just decided to skip some of it... And yes I have bias for Apollo sue me!
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — You found yourself a little bit crazy, after all, out of all people you had to fall for, it just had to be one of the eccentric tweels, Jade Leech. Honestly... what were you going to do with a boy like him?
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc, it gets a bit freaky at the end.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Was listening to this song and then Jade just appeared in my mind, soo... Also, I had no plot writing this, I was just listening to the song while writing huhu. And I got lazy with the ending, soo...
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
There were scarcely any students in the Monstro Lounge today, and the lighter air gave the place an unfamiliar stillness of serenity, to which you were grateful for. Even so, the voices of those who remained rang out across the Monstro Lounge, louder than you cared for as it scraped through your nerves.
With a quiet sigh, you let your mind drift somewhere else, anywhere but their mindless conversations.
"Honestly, don't they know how to keep it down?"
You irritatingly thought as your pen clicked uselessly against the table as you fought off boredom and the slow, encroaching hunger. Monstro Lounge wasn’t exactly your usual hangout, not unless you had a reason. And today, your "reason" just so happened to be in the shape of a certain smooth-voiced eel. Speaking of the devil, he was right across the room talking to Azul while Floyd was doing who knows what exactly.
For the past few months, you had begrudgingly come to terms with your inconvenient little crush on Jade Leech(Not without denial and calling yourself crazy on multiple instances). And unfortunately, he wasn’t helping you get over it—in fact, he seemed disturbingly committed to making it worse in your eyes.
Every time he flashed his creepy yet charming smile, every comment he made, and every moment he singled you out only made you feel like you were running in circles. He was giving you so many damn mixed signals and you hated it! Absolutely hated how you couldn’t read him the way he could read you. One knowing glance from him, and your knees goes weak.(As corny as it sounded.)
There was a vivid memory where he’d come up behind you without so much as a footstep, much to your dismay, slipping into your space before you even realized he was there. He leaned close, breath brushing your ear, and whispered something far too intimate to be anything close to platonic.
"Do be careful. You react so sweetly when startled… it's quite tempting to do it more often." You yelped, jumping away from him in surprise before swatting him away with your hand, your cheeks flushed as he chuckled.
When you asked him to stop appearing out of nowhere with that... that charming smile on his face while yours still burned but stubborn enough to hold his gaze—he only chuckled at your miserable state before answering you in an amused tone,
"Whatever do you mean?"
"Wha—"
And okay, maybe you were just delusional and making a fool of yourself in the long run. But you refused to believe you were that oblivious—not even when the culprit was Jade Leech, a professional enigma who really enjoyed pushing your buttons to no end.
But...
"Sevens... What am I even thinking?" you muttered under your breath, defeat washing over you. The pen slipped between your fingers, clattering weakly as you let your forehead meet the table with a groan, the picture perfect of someone utterly done with their own feelings.
Would Jade really like you? Or were you just taking his usual antics as a sign out of desperation?
You winced at your own thought. Perhaps you were too harsh on yourself.
"You were staring quite hard, I couldn't help but almost feel a burn on my back." The familiar, calm, teasing chill of that voice snapped you out of your daze.
Your head jerked up in surprise, and there he stood—Jade Leech, gazing down at you with those amused heterochromatic eyes.
You shot upright a little too fast and immediately slammed your foot into the leg of the table. Pain zinged up your spine. You bit your lip, hissing a curse under your breath, while Jade tilted his head ever so slightly—watching your suffering with far too much quiet amusement.
"My... I gave you quite a fright, hm?~"
"Well yeah... You appeared out of nowhere! At least give me some sort of warning..." You hissed, rubbing your knees as you glared at him.
"Apologies, but it was just too tempting not to scare you, your reactions are quite priceless after all." He grinned. You shuddered, and you really hoped it was from the atmosphere of the Monstro Lounge.
Speaking of Monstro Lounge... Why was it so quiet all of the sudden?
"Uhm, by the way, Jade... Where are the rest of the students?"
"They already left. It's quite late, don't you think?"
"Wait... really?? How long have I been staying here then??" Your eyes widened, shock flashed across your face. Had you honestly spaced out for that long? You couldn’t have possibly daydreamed your way all the way to closing time… right? Right?!
The realization hit like a bucket of cold water. No wonder there were any students... besides you and... and Jade.(Uh oh)
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?!"
"And ruin that lovely look of yours? I couldn't possibly." He placed his palm against his heart as he flashed you his annoying, and charming smile.
"You bastard..." You muttered underneath your breath, yet Jade still heard it nonetheless.
"Afraid not," he replied lightly. "My parents are still happily married, after all."
Curse him.
You took a deep breath to steady yourself before rising from your seat, intent on ending the conversation and leaving before you burst and embarrassed yourself in the long run. And you were especially not about to ruin whatever was left of your dignity as of now.
"Oh? Leaving so soon?"
"It’s already late—you told me that already," you reminded him, glancing up at Jade, who seemed to be lost in thought. Maybe this was your chance to sneak off… slip away toward the door while he was still distracted? Yeah.
Before you could go ahead and zoom to the door, Jade held your wrist, catching you off guard as he suddenly made you closer to him, pressed against his chest.
What in the world was happening right?!
Your face burned as Jade’s fingers closed around your chin, tilting your head upward until you were forced to look at him. Of course, safe to say you tried with all your might to squirm away from his touch, but eventually you had no choice but to meet his gaze.
...What are we doing here guys...? You screamed internally, chuckling nervously as you tried to avert his scheming eyes.
"Oh? Eyes over here, dear."
“Calling me dear? So we’re using pet names already?” you shot back. If you were going to be teased endlessly in this remote restaurant—and knowing Azul all too well, there were probably cameras somewhere hidden; you might as well keep what little dignity you had left.(And you did NOT want this to be blackmail material for that little sly Octo...)
"Funny," you said dryly, trying to act indifferent to his... antics, "You haven’t even taken me on a proper date yet."
Jade grinned at your words, and he rarely ever did bare his sharp teeth. He couldn't help himself, seeing you so oh utterly helpless against did something to his beating heart.
"Hope you bite your tongue on accident." Your brow twitched, your fist curled against his chest.
The sadistic eel still kept his smug grin. He leaned in closer to your ear, a shiver running down your spine at his words,
"I'll make sure to share my blood if that ever happens."
With a boy like Jade Leech, how were you going to survive this? And why did you hear an unpleasant, and familiar laughter from the distance...?
How interested would you guys be if I said I was writing a yandere!Ror story on Wattpad?🤔(And yes it's already in progress heehehe)
AND AND, just hear me out, ik I barely even finished my Kinich fic BUT yk what, it doesn't hurt to make another story... Especially since season 3 came out this month, and it reignited my phase for ROR again sooo....
Ps, this would technically be my first yandere fic on this acc. And no don't ask me if I had other accounts, cause I already lost them AHAHA. Aaaaaaand I'll probs just send the link here once I am finished with at least five chapters. Soooo stay tuned?(And you'll see my horrendous smut writing there as well... soon, at least.) And as for the link, ermmm, I might just put it here, or create a new post about. Or both, yk what why not just do both?
Future link: Karma Has my Pen Name || Yandere!ROR x reader
˗ˏˋ𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ´ˎ˗ — Riddle Rosehearts knew you were quite stubborn to a fault, but he was just as stubborn as you, if not more. Because your Queen of Hearts will do whatever it takes to cure you of your fever.
˗ˏˋ𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Romance.
˗ˏˋ𝐂𝐖 ´ˎ˗ — Ooc.
˗ˏˋ𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ´ˎ˗ — Okay, back to back Riddle fics? Yes, and I cannot promise this will be the last Riddle fic cause I still got more, BUT, I will work on the ror request now since I finished this ehehe. I will use this break as my opportunity to write as much as I can.
✩-𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍-✩
There were only two culprits Riddle could fault for the situation you now found yourself in... Ace and Deuce.
Had it not been for those insufferable troublemakers and their endless antics, you would have been fine—and certainly not sprawled in his bed with your cheeks flushed and hidden beneath layers of blankets. (Once he gets his hands on those two, he will make sure they will pay dearly for this with their heads.)
But... the past was now beyond his control, and more importantly, he had to focus on you. So here he was, sitting at his bedside, awkwardly but carefully spoon-feeding you the soup Trey had made to hasten your recovery. However…
“Bleh! Do I have to?” you whined, nose wrinkling as you shook your head weakly and turned to look away, refusing to acknowledge the spoon waiting patiently beside you.
Oh in the name of the Queen of Hearts, you were so, so lucky he loved you this much. Because Riddle couldn’t say the same for his own patience. Minutes had dragged on like hours; his patience was clearly wearing thin, his lips were pressed tight, and he could feel his eye twitch. And yet… for your sake, he would be as patient as he needed to be.
"Yes. Not like you have much of a choice anymore, do you?" Riddle remarked, and you swore you could hear a bit of amusement in his tone. But you only groaned and buried your head deeper into the pillow, pulling the blanket over your head.
With a sharp sigh, Riddle’s brow twitched as he set the spoon back into the bowl and placed it aside. Fine. You were stubborn—but so was he, and he had no intention of backing down.
"I see… well then, my rose, I do hope you're prepared for what I'm about to do," he said. His voice sounded oddly threatening and calming, enough to make you nervous beneath your blankets.(What in the world was he planning??)
"You're not about to put that soup in your mouth and kiss me... right?" you asked, your voice muffled. As much as you liked the idea, you certainly didn’t want Riddle catching the same illness as you.
"Nonsense." He replied, though tempting, the ex-tyrant knew better than to do that. He had no idea what kinds of novels you’d been reading, but that sort of action was entirely unethical.(But again... tempting, not like he'd admit it to you.)
With that, Riddle shifted closer, lowering himself onto the bed as the plush mattress sank under his weight and yanked the blankets off of you quickly before you could pull it back.
"Hey!" you protested, but a cough cut you off and you gave up quickly as Riddle patted your head. With his free hand, he carefully scooped up some soup, then used the hand resting on your head to squish your cheeks between his fingers. How cute.
With careful precision, Riddle brought the spoon to your lips, supporting you as he eased you upright just enough to make sure you could swallow without any difficulties whatsoever. After a few minutes, the tension in your body melted away, and a soft, surprised hum slipped from your lips.
Riddle smiled triumphantly as your expression eased into bliss. See? He couldn’t fathom why you’d fought him so stubbornly over the soup—least of all when it had been prepared by Trey of all people.
"See? I don’t know why you were so stubborn," Riddle sighed, continuing to spoon-feed you now that you were eating willingly. But of course, you didn't answer him as you continued eating the soup from the spoon with a happy smile.
Honestly, you were so stubborn to a fault, but he was just as stubborn if it meant you would get better, and he would always make sure of it.
