#feeling soft for riddle 😭😭💞💞💞🥰🥰🥰

[hanafubukki]

Thinking about Riddle who’s a father; who doesn’t know how to play because of his past.

Riddle who learns how to play through his child.

Tiny hands grabs his and pulls him to the playground.

He’s awkward and clumsy.

He’s a bit embarrassed.

But then he sees his child, he sees the smile they have.

The carefree and loving expression.

The trust they have.

And he feels his heart beat. Beat. Beat. Beat.

Remembering the promise he made to himself the day his baby was born.

Never would he allow his child to be restricted as he was.

So they play. The swings, the jungle gym, the slides; laughter rings in the air.

Both of them dirty and dusty, but wide smiles and twinkling eyes are seen all the while.

Riddle walking home with his child sleeping in his arms.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

Hand rubbing their back.

A content smile on his face.

A part of him heals.