#bald riddle rosehearts x reader

[rainebowkitty]

Listen to Me and You’ll Have Nothing to Fear

It’s finally here, oh my g o d. Yandere bald Riddle Rosehearts x Reader in honor of cult leader @tsuisute and inspired by the sacrifices works of @muraenxdae and @nonsensical-twistedriddles​ 

Also, trigger warning for blood, leech abuse, and overall harmful behavior near the end of this fiasco work of literature (though it starts off surprisingly normal and just slowly descends into madness) 

Riddle Rosehearts was a practical dorm leader, someone who had never been tangled by the distasteful chains of love. He knew he never would be, at least not until it made sense to him. Love would just untidy his schedule and ruin his day. If it wasn’t convenient for him, it didn’t need to exist. 

Other than the color red, he had no relation to the disgusting emotion anyway. Not even when you arrived with your pretty eyes and calming smile. You had just been bothersome, always requiring him to take time out of his busy day to help you knot your disastrous tie or to remind you to study. It became apparent that he was going to have to tutor you whenever you failed the first test of the school year. It was clear you weren’t taking his suggestions, so he’d have to make you listen.

The two of you resided in the Heartslabyul common room with books, papers, and clipboards laying across your laps. Magic wasn’t a hard subject, yet you seemed to struggle exceptionally with it. Perhaps it was because you didn’t have an ounce of arcane energy in your bloodstream, but understanding it wasn’t that hard, was it? Maybe Riddle was just too used to the intricacies of a spell, how empowering the burst of light spiraling from one’s hand felt. It wasn’t difficult, yet you made it so with your confused expression and tiny frown. 

However, as time passed you seemed to understand. Your study sessions with Riddle started coming to a close, each aced test giving you more reason to escape his lecturing clutches. Riddle gratefully let you go with a stern promise to resume your study sessions with him if he caught another of your grades dropping. You hastily nodded, not planning to let so many of his lessons go to waste. Riddle didn’t have to help you, he could’ve forced an unlucky freshman to do it, but instead he had become your personal tutor. While you were thankful, it would be nice to have more free time once again.

Riddle had thought the same thing. He wouldn’t have to dance between drinking afternoon tea to arriving at your dorm for study sessions anymore. Still, how close the two of you had become was something unexpected. Again, you two had began traversing between his dorm and yours, the common room and the rose maze on days you two agreed to bask in the remaining daylight.

Did he miss you? That was unlikely. He had never particularly missed anyone before, never nurtured someone as he taught them the ways of his world while you shared tidbits of yours. He remembered the way you described something once; a giant machine that can transport you places. You said it was similar to a horse, but shinier. He had been intrigued until you revealed it was a car. It’s not like cars didn’t exist in the twisted wonderland, they were just impractical, especially for college students living in a campus easily navigated by foot. 

With annoying descriptions about something as simple as a car, why did he want to make excuses to see you? Why was it your side he’d stick to whenever his short height made it impossible to find Trey and Cater in the cafeteria? But most importantly, why did blood rush to his face at the sight of your smile or the brush of your hand against his as you both reached for a pencil? 

Actually, scratch that. Why did he feel the ugly green seeds of jealousy blooming in his chest whenever he witnessed you studying with none other than the Leech twins? It made sense to have a disliking towards Floyd seeing as that weirdo consistently teased Riddle with the degrading nickname of goldfish, but what had Jade ever done to the piping redhead?  

Perhaps it was the slippery eel qualities he shared with Floyd mixed with his overly mild personality. His kindness was truly unmatched, especially to his brother who he let get by with anything. The thought made Riddle sick, just as Floyd did now whilst poking you, breaking your focus. You were trying to learn something you didn’t know, and even if you went to the Leech twins over him, Riddle wasn’t going to easily accept Floyd’s attempts to pester you as you studied. 

He fumed towards the three of you, his heeled shoes annoyingly unable to make their normal satisfying clomping sounds on the carpeted library floor.

“What do you think you’re doing?” He hissed primarily at Floyd. Only when he noticed your clear alarm did he realize he sounded as if he was punishing you as well. He wanted to take back his harsh gaze, but something deep within told him just to press harder. Guaranteed results wouldn’t come from being merciful, even if that path might result in your gratified smile. 

“Helping,” Jade bowed his head a little as he responded, as if that made him any more innocent for dragging his disruptive brother along. 

“Maybe you are, but Floyd is just being a distraction,” Riddle huffed, foot tapping the carpet with an impatient, unsteady rhythm. “If he won’t leave, I’ll take over this study session myself.” 

“Very well,” Jade rose from his seat. “Come on, Floyd. The Heartslabyul dorm leader would rather us be elsewhere.”

“But I wanted to poke the goldfish,” Floyd pouted as Jade dragged him off. At least one of them had a brain enough not to bother a frustrated Riddle Rosehearts. 

“What was that about?” Riddle whispered harshly. “If you needed help, you know I’d assist you. Why did you go to them?” 

“I’m having trouble grasping the geology of this world,” you let the words helplessly tumble from your lips as your eyes pleaded for forgiveness. “Jade is the founder of the Mountain Loving Club. I thought he’d know better.” 

Your tango with words became too much for you, allowing you to slip up. You had said someone was better at something than Riddle. While you weren’t sure the boy was that narcissistic, his face definitely showed his offense at your claim. 

“I’ve studied any subject you can imagine for years,” he glared as his face grew red with rage. “Just because I’m not wasting my time in the Mountain Loving Club doesn’t mean I’m not well versed in my geology. How dare you assume otherwise.”

You had heard him yell, maybe even scream at disobeying first years before. Why did a shiver go down your spine whenever he whispered? He wasn’t even in your ear, but perhaps he was in your head. You almost felt helpless at the thought, but it’s not like he could read minds. You were safe, even as his tense form seemed so shaken with rage that the paper fibers of your textbooks thinned and paled under his pressing fingers. The remnants of a thank you danced on your lips as the tutoring session came to a close, but he had already turned on his heel and left by the time the first word left your mouth. 

He was furious, that much was certain. How much so would remain a mystery until you uncovered the truth.

~

Three days had passed since you last saw the boy, but he had certainly seen you. He watched the precise way you sipped your tea, the way he had taught you to do so. He noticed and kept track of every person you had spoken to. Each place you had been, so had he, only little red clumps of hair giving away that he was even present.

He was obsessed with you, but not so much the way you continued on as if he didn’t exist. On one hand he couldn’t understand the ongoing anger towards you, towards Floyd and Jade, towards the books you read and notes you took without him there. It was maddening, unexpected, and most importantly, inconvenient. So he began plotting ways to make it convenient, the red hairs on his head the worthy sacrifices made for a thorough plan of correction. 

It wasn’t more than two days later that a note was slipped under your dormitory door. You recognized the neat cursive as Riddle’s. It had only been marked time and time again on your schoolwork as he added notes and criticisms meant to improve you as a student. 

The letter looked more rushed than what was to be expected of Riddle. It also seemed to be written in red ink, something you didn’t know the boy to have. He preferred the regular black ink of the magic casting pen he kept secure in his uniform shirt pocket, so why the sudden change? Whatever it was, it only made the frantic looping of his handwriting seem more urgent. Preparing yourself for the worst, you rushed to his dorm room with purpose in your step. 

Upon arriving, you knocked knowing he wouldn’t appreciate you barging into his room. Even in crisis, you were smart enough to know Riddle appreciated his privacy. 

“Come in,” you heard him call, his tone much calmer from the last time you heard it five days ago. 

You opened the door slowly, your eyes drinking in the sight of the room as you searched for his short figure. He was nowhere to be found, nowhere at all even as the door slammed shut behind you with a swell of magic.

You swallowed down your panic, knowing it was just proper etiquette to close the door after a guest’s arrival. You then ventured to the center of the room, eyes scanning your surroundings as you notice an abnormally large red puddle leaking from behind the dorm leader’s bed. You cautiously investigate, uncovering the piled bodies of the Leech twins, blood pooling from their heads like the oceans they used to swim in. 

You wanted to scream, feeling the tense clumping of your vocal cords before a hand was clapped to your mouth, preventing you from making a sound at all. 

“You’re late,” Riddle’s voice creeped into the air, his breath raising the hairs on your neck as he remained close to you. 

“Didn’t you read what time you were supposed to be here in the letter?” His head tilted as he asked the question, his curiosity veiling all the rage in his system. “I wanted you to arrive before Jade, well, you saw what happened to him.” 

You indeed saw what happened to him as Riddle’s tight hold on you forced you to face the bodies. Your eyes squeezed shut, but Riddle had moved in front of you now. You were already breaking one of his rules by trying to block him out of your sight. 

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, his hands still harshly gripping your shoulders. 

One eye at a time, you made yourself gaze upon him. Only it didn’t look like him at all. Staring you in the face wasn’t the Riddle Rosehearts you’d come to know, but a stylish young man going bald minus two particular strands of royally red hair; the pieces sitting in the shape of a heart at the center of his forehead, only complete with his signature crown.

“Riddle,” you tried speaking but he put a finger to your lips. 

“You clearly don’t know what’s best for you if you enlist these eels as your tutors,” Riddle kicked Floyd’s unresponsive face with his heeled shoe. “So from now on you listen to me and only me. Got it?” 

You couldn’t believe this was happening. Riddle had killed two people for you? He had broken the very real laws enforced by the proper authorities just to tell you you were wrong? But most importantly, had the stress of it all really gone to his gorgeous, crimson hair? 

“I said,” suddenly he had flipped you around, pushing you into the nearest wall beside the corpses of the Leech twins. “Got it?”

You reluctantly nodded as you tried to swallow your fear. It appeared this was it for you. Your life would consist of his rules and games with hell to pay if you failed to obey. 

“But don’t fret,” he caressed your cheek, a sudden gentleness overcoming him. “By my hand, you’ll be perfect in no time. Doesn’t that sound divine?” 

He noticed your lips tremble in fear as you hummed in response. “Mhm,” you had hesitantly agreed before his lips met yours. With that one consoling, ensuring kiss went the final sprigs of Riddle’s hair, cast into the drying pool of leech blood along with his remaining sanity. 

If you happened to enjoy this (somehow) then feel free to suggest more silly (or serious) twst content like this! If you want more bald yandere stories (who wouldn’t) then check out the people that inspired me and their Malleus, Vil, and Jamil versions of this theme! They’re seriously awesome!

@tsuisute​ (for Malleus) @muraenxdae​ (for Vil) and @nonsensical-twistedriddles​ (for Jamil) <3

Thanks and come again, folks! 

[nonsensical-twistedriddles]

❧ masterlist ☙

【legend】

🎨 - includes art

🌠 - personal ocs

HCs - headcanons

#s - oneshots + personal writings + scenarios

#.5s - extra content for respective partner piece

bold - names + exclusive groups 

🌧️ - may specials 2020

🍹 - summer beach bash + month collab special

【events】 ━━━━━━━

{ 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝓅𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓁 | may brings light drizzles with spring’s blossoms 🌧️ }

{ ＭＯＮＴＨ ＳＰＥＣＩＡＬ☆ summer beach bash x a twst writer collab🍹}

【heartslabyul】 ━━━━━━━

riddle rosehearts

33 - tongue tied, strawberry flushed 🎨

dorm leaders! ideal type

dorm leader! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

ace trappola

4 - pitter patter pavane 🌧️

【savanaclaw】 ━━━━━━━

leona kingscholar

HCs: reacting to a super innocent and child-like S/O

dorm leaders! ideal type

saving S/O from other students 🎨

8 - sometimes, home has a heartbeat

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

19 - the secret to rubato 🎨

19.5 - rubato’s rewind 

savanaclaw with a gender-neutral kuudere reader

HCs: reaction to S/O drifting off on their shoulder after an exhausting day

jack howl

HCs: jack x fem! reader who loves to shower him with affection

savanaclaw with a gender-neutral kuudere reader

ruggie bucchi

savanaclaw with a gender-neutral kuudere reader

【octavinelle】 ━━━━━━━

azul ashengrotto

dorm leaders! ideal type

saving S/O from other students 🎨

HCs: octavinelle x fem! reader who has insomnia due to overworking + stress 🎨

HCs: yandere! octavinelle has a crush on fem! reader

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

HCs: reaction to S/O drifting off on their shoulder after an exhausting day

floyd leech

HCs: octavinelle x fem! reader who has insomnia due to overworking + stress 🎨

HCs: yandere! octavinelle has a crush on fem! reader

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

10 - chicken noodle soup | sick headcanons 🌧️

jade leech

HCs: octavinelle x fem! reader who has insomnia due to overworking + stress 🎨

HCs: yandere! octavinelle has a crush on fem! reader

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

47 - a little fall of rain | umbrella scenarios 🌧️

【scarabia】 ━━━━━━━

kalim al-asim

dorm leaders! ideal type

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

10 - chicken noodle soup | sick headcanons 🌧️

jamil viper

47 - acquiescent | yandere! bald jamil x reader

【pomefiore】 ━━━━━━━

vil schoenheit

dorm leaders! ideal type

saving S/O from other students 🎨

capris bitu 🌠

oc introductions 🎨

【ignihyde】 ━━━━━━━

idia shroud

dorm leaders! ideal type

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

47 - a little fall of rain | umbrella scenarios 🌧️

HCs: reaction to S/O drifting off on their shoulder after an exhausting day

【diasomnia】 ━━━━━━━

malleus draconia

31 - if, by chance, i fell in love

21 - noctambulist

HCs: reacting to a super innocent and child-like S/O

dorm leaders! ideal type

saving S/O from other students 🎨

8 - sometimes, home has a heartbeat

dorm leaders! + octavinelle x reader (mc) who reveals that she’s a mermaid

47 - a little fall of rain | umbrella scenarios 🌧️

199 - you sound like the sea 🍹

sebek zigvolt

10 - chicken noodle soup | sick headcanons 🌧️

sagittarius bitu 🌠

oc introductions 🎨

[rainebowkitty]

I've gotten used to it at this point. Nothing surprises you after writing a bald yandere Riddle Rosehearts x Reader fic

if Gilbert Gottfried isn’t voicing this slamming power bottom then what are we even doing here

[rainebowkitty]

@urusaaaaai

I wrote this

https://rainebowkitty.tumblr.com/post/617904246945464320/listen-to-me-and-youll-have-nothing-to-fear

And I have no regrets