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[Valentine's first winter - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

Notes: gn!reader, sickfic, fluff, could be read as a continuation of my other Riddle oneshot but it's not necessary to understand, super self indulgent, established relationship, Riddle's mother is it's own warning

Spring is the time for warmth, the time to watch the flowers bloom and appreciate the calming breeze. Winter is the contrary, it's the time for the chill, the time for the skies to open and cry onto the earth. 

Riddle usually was prepared for such times, of course. He'd check the weather cast everyday to make sure to bring an umbrella or a coat with him and text you to do the same. The thing is, he was also very busy, what with the finals weeks and winter vacation coming, as the Housewarden he had to deal with more paperwork than usual and keep an eye on the Heartslabyul's students to make sure they were keeping up with their studies. Since Trey wasn't the vice housewarden anymore, having moved on to the next grade and doing his reasearch somewhere at the Queendom of Roses, Riddle had more work than he was used to.

You made sure to check on him, reminding him to take breaks periodically. You even went to his room yourself, a tray of hand made sweets and tea in your hands. Riddle could feel the warmth of spring through his entire being as he looked at your gentle smile. He'd stop everything he was doing to spend some time with you, talking about your days in a way that brought peace for his soul for a moment, no thoughts spared for the mountains of paperwork left to do.

Still, it was due to having such a stressful schedule that he got too caught up with his work and forgot to check the weather cast one day. It was only one day, a little slip, but it cost him. On that day, Lady Luck turned her head away from him and the heavens poured onto the campus of NRC. What's worst, Riddle had been on the botanical garden when it happened, tending to his alchemy experiment. He only noticed the downpour once it was too late to run back safely, getting caught in the middle of it.

And that's how Riddle Rosehearts found himself on the nurse's office, body burning up and cursing his unattentiveness.

Riddle remembers when he got sick once, as a child. He felt terrible, hot all over, sweating and dizzy. What's worse, he couldn't concentrate on his books at all, his eyes felt heavy and kept closing on their own. He just wanted to sleep, but he still had to finish one exercise. His hands trembled as he tried to write some gibberish, he'd never felt so bad before. His eyes watered and his vision was blurry, words getting mixed with the others, although there was one thing he could see clear as day. His mother disappointed face as she came to check on him. 

She put the back of her hand against his forehead and the cold felt so good against his burning skin, he couldn't help but lean into it, closing his eyes in relief and letting out a whimper. The sensation was gone sooner than it appeared, leaving Riddle to almost topple over with the weight of his own head. She said something about him not listening when she warned him about the climate change, as winter approaching tended to bring such colds. He couldn't listen properly, his head was full of mush, he could barely keep his eyes open. She tutted and grabbed him by the arm, getting him up so fast he felt like throwing up, his vision blacking out for a second and losing his footing, only that firm brusing hand on his arm keeping him up. 

She took him to his bed and gave him some bitter medicine, telling him to stay put for the rest of the day. He obliged, as always, what else could he do? His mother was a doctor, she knew what she was talking about. He knew she had better, more important things to do than look for her disobedient son that went and got himself sick. She's a busy woman, so busy that outside of lessons he almost never saw her. He understood, she had to work hard to keep herself at the top, and that meant she didn't have much free time to spare him. Still, he felt very lonely in such a vulnerable state. Alone in his room, the aching in his chest felt worse than the cold. The red of the wall burnt his eyes, so he burried himself on the covers, still sweating, hugged his pillow on his chest and wished, desperately hoped, for it to go away soon.

The sensations from back then come to haunt him again. There's shivers breaking out on his body but his skin burns, he can't decide if he's running too cold or too hot or too much. His muscles weight a ton, holding him back on the bed, making his movements sluggish. He wants to rip out his vocal cords and weave new ones, ones that won't grant on his ears and won't rasp his throat with every syllable.

He can hear the door opening. It's not the nurse, but you. Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

You have a worried look in your eyes as you pull a chair to sit next to his bed, eyeing him with concern. He hates that he's a bother, that he caused you distress over something so easily avoidable. Even so, your presence washes over him as if cleansing his soul. He's glad to see you, he realizes. He's glad to not be left alone.

There's a cup of water in your hands, and he gladly takes it, greedily downing it. The liquid freezes all the way down his throat, his flaring insides lapping it up, he wants to drink more and more. Your hand takes his and makes him slow down, least he chokes. It's a little thing, but this simple gesture makes his insides flutter. You take the glass from his hands once he's done, putting it on the bedside table and focusing your whole attention on him. He wants to drink up the sight of you.

The way Riddle looks at you leaves you breathless, fever ridden lidded eyes glancing through his lashes as if you were everything he could ever need. You hung up the stars on the sky, you painted every color of the sunset, you were the sun and the moon, the cosmos itself. He looked with so much adoration, as if he couldn't believe that you were still there, with him of all people. Him. You choose him and you stayed with him and he was so, so grateful for it.

You call out his name softly, oh so softly, and give him a kiss on the forehead, your lips leaving a tingling sensation. He wanted to berate you, to tell you to not that, since you could get sick too, but no word left his sore throat, he couldn't gather the strenght to protest against something that felt so good. Instead, he lets the words that run through his mind leave his tongue, unfiltered.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me, you have more important things to care about."

You smile, a bittersweet thing, eyes contemplating, as if asking youself 'doesn't he get it?' He's not in the best state to read your expression, though. You tenderly put your hand on his forehead, moving some hair sticking there and feeling his warmth. He leans into the touch, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

"Oh, Riddle, I'm taking care of something important. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that could be more important than you. The rest can wait, I want to make sure you're ok first and foremost."

Riddle's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to that? His vision blurries, but he isn't sure if it's because of the fever or something else. Maybe it has something to do with the way your eyes gaze at him, so full of unfiltered love that Riddle could never doubt a word that falls from your lips, doesn't matter if they seem too good to be true.

You giggle at his cute dumbfounded expression, teasing him a little. "Cat got your tongue?"

He pouts, cheeks puffing up a bit and turns his head away. It's extremely endearing, you can't help but let out a laugh. Your hand run through his bangs, taking them off his sweaty skin, massaging his temples. He closes his eyes, pure relief flowing through him.

It felt nice to be taken care of like this, the simple comfort of your steady presence by his side made him feel like he was safe, like it would be alright, that he could let go and trust you'd take care of him. He wanted to grip onto this feelings and not let go, let them fill him up and chase the disease out of his system. One of his hands lifted to cover yours that was still in his forehead, a childish impulse to make sure you'd stay. You let out another soft laugh, the sound being enough to make him breath better, lifting a weight from his chest. You'd stay, he was sure of it. You always do.

Still, Riddle felt disgusting, runny nose and sticky skin, face as red as his hair. He wanted to get out of his dermis, rinse his bones until they shined and stopped feeling like that, unbearably dirty. But you didn't move away from him, your expression was always that of worry and fondness, never of disgust. "I'd never be disgusted of you, Riddle." You murmur, and he must have let his thoughts slip through his loose tongue. "It's a normal reaction, you can't control it. There's no reason to feel ashamed." It's so easy to fall for your words, so easy to let himself fully believe in them, so easy to accept the reassurance.

Riddle can take care of himself. He doesn't need to be babied and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He wants to do things his way, he doesn't want to depend on anyone, doesn't want to look weak. But your gentle voice echoes in his head, saying that's ok to ask for help. He doesn't need to do everything alone, he can count on you. And he trusts you so much, with his entire soul, so he lets you stay by his side. He knows that once he wakes up, you'll still be there. You always stay. 

"Rest up, dear." Your voice hypnotizes him, there's no way to not listen when you hold so much fondness in a single word, a single word that makes his heartbeat run faster and a his lips curl upwards.

He lets himself fall freely in the feeling of your love. Your breathing lulling him to sleep, his fingers gripping your hand and not letting go. His eyes close softly, naturally, and the tension seeps away from his body. You'll take good care of him, he's sure. You'll hold his worries in your hands, taking them out of his mind to let him rest.

There's no doubt in his mind that what he feels is love. Outside, the harsh winds of winter cut through the sky. Inside, the soft warmth of spring envelops his sleep.

Masterlist

WON'T YOU CALL ME TONIGHT?┊ft: cater diamond

warnings: none! contains: gn! reader

notes: so there might be some errors in here bc my laptop is in like 1.5 pieces rn and is being propped up by an ibuprofen bottle and some post-it notes. this is what u call a low point.

cater, your beloved and closest friend in the world! oh my god, he's such a loser. he wants you to think he's cool, suave, put-together cay-cay!

in the way that cats have separation anxiety from their human counterparts, cater exhibits these traits with you.

he'll text you to ask if you're free and before you can get a chance to respond, you'll get a knock at your window.

it's cater and he wants to sneak out of the dorms together. say yes because otherwise, he's gonna stand there looking absolutely pathetic waiting for you to say yes.

going into town with him to window shop is a frequent activity. sometimes, you'll look at something a little too hard and he'll buy it. claims it's influencer money, he's a liar. don't try and force it back onto him, it'll end up in your bag again, somehow.

insists on having a sleepover at some point. yes, he's going to climb in through a window to get to your dorm room. you're really going to leave poor cater in the rain like that? for shame. (the rain was just him using a hose.)

he has those silly little sheet masks. probably sleeps with a giant fan going, so his room is so cold. if your clothes are a little too sheer, no blanket is going to help you retain any kind of warmth if cater gets thermostat permissions. ice is going to be forming on your windows but he's gonna be like "omg i'm not cold wdym :) ?"

cater will be blissfully sleeping while your teeth are chattering and u keep waking up in the middle of the night from the chill that's settled over you.

if you cling to him in your sleep for warmth, he won't mind! he'll be totally nonchalant, he's so used to this, what are you talking about? /s

you probably don't purposefully do it, reaching out in your sleep and wrapping your arms around his torso, maybe pulling him a little closer to you.

he knows good and well you're asleep, but it doesn't stop his mind from completely short-circuiting. you're so close to him, if he moves his face an inch, your face will touch his!

guys, he's a fucking loser. he's using his phone and trying to pretend everything is so normal but he's not even looking at his phone. his mind is elsewhere. it's like he's died and come back to life.

cater's vagueposting about this whole thing on magicam. god forbid u follow him at this point in time, he'll never be able to live it down. if he's smart, he'll remove you as a viewer on his story for the time being.

— ☆

hello, for the event may i please request anemones + in the rain with rook? ty!

Anemones ~ “just take my hand. don’t you dare second guess yourself”

~rook hunt x gender neutral reader~

hi hi anon just wanted to say thank you for feeding my rook brain rot i deeply appreciate it and i hope it's to your liking omg omg this man

♡the sun and the storm♡

Rook Hunt was not like the rain. 

The rain had always been cold, chilling, and spiteful. It trickled down your neck like a million spiders scurrying down your skin. It clung to your damp form, sticking itself to your arms, legs, and back. The tremulous sounds of thunder clashed in your hearing as it vexed and taunted your eardrums. It irked you immensely.

However, this rain—this particular rain—glistened in the twinkling light of day. It had you gawking at its resplendent attractiveness as water droplets fell onto your strawberry-tinted cheeks like mischievous kisses given by Mother Nature herself. 

You were distraught. How could something you’ve grown to despise your whole life become so beautifully alluring?

Perhaps it was the way your lover, Rook, was seen standing beside you, basking in the way the sun accompanied the flooding sky in a strange, contrasting manner. Watching as the water ran down the young man’s uniform, you stood agape at the flustering fashion of his white shirt cleaving itself onto his well-toned figure, teasingly defining his slim form as the white of his uniform became a translucent color of flirtation. The Pomefiore vice housewarden’s lustrous locks were seen roaming free as it handsomely glimmered from the spirited fluorescence of daylight. You wanted to curse the rain for causing Rook to look so excessively angelic. Celestial, even. Someone had to take the blame for making your heart stop and swoon an embarrassingly sorry amount of times. And so, you decided to blame the rain.

Rook, taking notice of your ogling gazes, courtly laid out his slender hand out to you and spoke in the most tender tone you had ever heard the golden-haired third year muster.

“(Y/n),” he said, calling out to you, “may I perhaps do the honors in guiding you in a dance under this extraordinary gift from nature’s goddess?”

“Rook,” you warily lifted your eyes to face his emerald ones. “Are you sure about this? I’m not very in-tune with my own movements… I may disappoint you with my inexperience.”

“That is no matter,” he soothingly assured you, “Just take my hand, mon trésor. Don’t you dare second guess yourself.”

Rook Hunt was not like the rain. 

He was more so like the shimmering sun that would shine through a pouring storm. The incandescent plethora of luster and warmth for your loathsome mood. The plentiful rays of sunlight that would gleam past the gray, gloomy clouds as if the heavens themselves had descended down to Twisted Wonderland in a spontaneous visit to the world.

He was your sun. And just as the sun rose to give light to a new day, Rook had given you light to your weary soul with just one simple dance under the pittering patter of the rainfall.

a/n: i can’t stop thinking abt rook in that one romeo and juliet scene like- “it is the east, and rook hunt is the sun! arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon, who is already sick and pale with grief!” and then insert a pic of rook as the teletubbies sun lmao

LMAO AMORA THANK YOU <33 if you give her anything sweet at all she will love you instantly

anyways I'll just drop a doodle of my yuusona that I made in class today and give no further explanation

thank you for the tag Trau!!

I did two versions, Jade and I (left) and my Yuusona and Jade (right)

your yuusona looks so pretty Trau!! I love the purple hair streaks! and your OCs seem very interesting!

tagging: @italoniponic @pandoa (idk if you two were already tagged or not- anyways feel free to do it if you'd like to!)

Picrew time!!

Create yourself and your f/o (fictional other)! [Link]

I couldn't decide so I did two. Haitham and Ayato turned out so cute shdjshd *chews on them* (+ also sorta face reveal of me, I guess? lol)

No pressure tags: @zhongrin @silentmoths @ainescribe @x-zho @kaelily @hiraya-rawr @feeblescholarmyass @laireste @baeshijima @snobwaffles @i23kazu @mimi-cee-genshin @intothegenshinworld @dawndelion-winery + anyone who would like to do this as well.

So basically what im hearing is

azul & jade seein floyd obviously having a crush:u should just ask em out already

floyd:uh no?-I dont like them like that 🙄

azul & jade:😏

a few hours later after thinking about it here and there

floyd:…oh my god I have feelings for them-

LMAOOO ANON

Jade: you should confess to them soon, Floyd. it sounds like you're in love.

Floyd: to Shrimpy? nah, they're just my friend, it's not like I lay awake at night thinking about them or anything.

cue to Floyd staying awake on his dark bedroom and coming to a sudden feelings realization.

i was judging you for not realizing grim(m) sooner but it took me a while to realize silver is supposed to be aurora

anon why are you joining in the bullying 😭😭 in your defense it is majorly a villain's school. tho the falling asleep everywhere and the "auroral eyes" should have been kind of a dead giveaway lol you're part of the clueless club too now !!!

idia ! :D

IF

I AM SO STUPID??? I THOUGHT I FOLLOWED U BACK THE FIRST TIME I LEFT AN ASK ON UR PROFILE. LITERALLY WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME

HELPPP MAL YOU'RE SO FUNNY???? dw I did this sometimes when I was starting to learn how to use twitter as well LMAOOO