#rien x reader lcb

hhhhh, i got lazy at the ending and atp idk what title to put. i got inspired from some fuckass asmr that i didn't even bother to watch. enjoy or hate it idc

"Sweetheart, what's got you so moody?"

That was the first question you were greeted with before you came home from an eventful day, that tore off every single bit of energy from you. Rien was waiting for you in the kitchen, he was just done preparing something.

"Nothing Rien , nothing." you answer in a tired voice. You REALLY wanted to rest and take a big fat sleep. But first, you had to check out what your spouse tried cooking for you. He is a good husband , who knows how to prepare food and anything in general. How lucky.

"Are you sure? Dear, do tell me , what is troubling you?"

"Just another tiring day , I suppose, as usual."

"Mm"

He wasn't the type to persist , though, he wish he could help you sometimes, with whatever happened. Even if you keep it a secret, he will still find a way and try to help you. Either he notices small things about your behavior that changed or simply, reactions towards something. You usually had to initiate a conversation first though.

You were greeted with the smell of omelettes. Simple yet efficient. Probably he took the initiative himself to decorate them with all kinds of stuff which you appreciated. Nothing is better than coming home and be greeted by your husband.

Sometimes, he's busy. He's busy fulfilling those Prescripts and he can't greet you with his mere presence. He still leaves some gifts though, as an apology, for not being there for you.Mostly flowers or hell accompanied with handwritten letters, with his handwriting being elegant to say the least. You somewhat have an idea of what he does behind the scenes and that, you're actively put at risk by the Prescript , but you learned to accept it. You also know about his past, his past wife, his kids. hell even Ryoshu and how much he cherished them all. He has moved from since but still reminiscences over it. Over how he couldn't save them and watched his family die with his daughter betraying him.

Even if it might seem childish at first, he would read bedtime stories to you that he never got to finish. The ending was left for interpretation but you REALLY wanted to know what happened. Whenever you tried falling asleep after a tiring day, his voice would soothe you, lulling you to sleep in a short period of time before , eventually, joining you in bed, holding you close.

It wasn't like this always. Sometimes, you'd sleep alone, without him. And you wouldn't be lying when you missed his warm presence. He'd make it up for you though, eventually.

Hell, he even know how hard your job is, listening to your complaints about your shitty coworkers, that asshole of a boss that keeps on pestering with MORE paperwork and the fact that weekends are a blessing for you.

Both of you were busy but still found time to spend together , even if it was for a short period of time. That counted too. As long as he was here , with you , that's everything that mattered He loved you truly , as a person completely and his acts showed that. Rien would cook for you if you were feeling sluggish, he would help you organize your paperwork (though he didn't know what they are about) and give motivation to keep on going. He would also console you if no one was there for you, reassuring you:

"Sweetheart, let everything that pains you on me. I am here for you. I shall carry your burden so you, could be happy. Afterall, your mere smile is enough to keep me going."

While you appreciated his acts towards you, you felt like you had to help him somewhat, to get back at him for taking such good care of you. It felt like whatever you were doing wasn't enough.

"Are you still here? Your food is becoming cold and then it won't be as enjoyable." He said while waving his hand in front of your face.

"Ah uh, I'm sorry, I was spacing out. Was thinking about some stuff."

You were brought back to reality, after getting lost in your thoughts. You completely forgot about your food at this point. He had finished it and was standing right in front of you, waiting for your next move. He'd admire you when you weren't looking at him.

Whatever, you finished your food fast and decided to take a well deserved sleep. You didn't feel like doing anything else anymore . Afterall, tomorrow was Saturday and it was late at night. Weekend finally came after an eternity and it felt like pure bliss.

"Would you want another bedtime story darling? I promise I'll finish it this time. "

"Make sure you keep your promise. I'll end up spoiling the endings myself if you don't, maybe kick you too."

"Anything for you. You know how much you mean to me…right?" He said while ruffling your hair

"Rien is grass green?"

"Yes dear. What are you trying to insinuate?"

"Tch, I will kill you one day, I swear."

You had plenty of bedtime stories in your house , most of them catered towards kids. You'd think their original purpose was for Rien to read to his (dead) kid which, you were right. He also knew what your favorite childhood story was.

"Would you like to go through your favorite childhood story again? You seem like you're under the weather afterall sweetie."

"Rien I told you countless of times that I don't mind what you're reading. Just do whatever."

"Alright love, if that's what you desire."

Usually, when he did this, you would sit near him, sometimes with your head on his lap. When you did that, you'd be greeted with him standing as still as possible just to not risk waking you up, like a brick wall which you appreciated but eventually you reassured him that if he was busy then he could wake you up, on the promise that you'd fall asleep back again.

Anyway, he grabbed your favorite book and started reciting from it, slowly but efficient, because you could feel your eyelids dropping and being lured by your well deserved sleep. It was a good feeling ever, you coming late at night, being tucked in your bed by your husband and then him reading a child's book. As long as you were comfortable then he didn't care much.

When he finished reading it, you were already dead asleep. You didn't even notice that he forgot to get to the ending AGAIN. To this day, you still don't know why does he do these kinds of stuff. Is it of pure laziness or something much deeper?

He slowly stars to caress your face , going as far as to caress your lips. He then reaches out and kisses you.

"Mm, asleep? I see, I see. You're still beautiful when you're like this. My beautiful flower."

Thankfully, today, his beeper didn't ask him to do anything, so, he decided to hold you close to him and cuddle you.

Goodnight. yea idk how to write overly poetic characters and he unironically is first on the clasament on "Who is the hardest character to write as a oneshot" , on second place being either yi sang or heathcliff. mb is he is ooc