Ridd x gn!reader (reverse comfort)

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This is very short

"Hey, Ridd." I spoke. "Yeah?" Ridd replied. "Before you found out you were a god, how was your life like?" I asked. "My 'human' life?" Ridd mumbled. "Well, it wasn't the best, but a lot of what happened shaped who I am today. I lived in a small town, and my family was small. I wasn't surrounded by accepting people as I am now. My family didn't believe in mental health, and they hated gay and trans people." Ridd laughed. "Gods, they were pissed when I first dyed my hair. My brother did learn to accept me after a while though." 

"What about your town? How was that?" I asked. "It was a nice town, and some people were alright, but most of them sucked. Even more than I." Ridd joked, before getting a bit serious. "But in all seriousness, their actions still haunt me today."

"They do? But you seem so stable and confident. How do they affect you?" I asked. Ridd was quiet for a moment. "I'd rather not talk about it... You can ask Nameless..." They said as they looked away. It was quiet again. I gently rested my head on Ridd's shoulder as I wrapped an arm around them. After a few seconds, Ridd wrapped their arm around me. I heard a quiet sob, and looked up at Ridd to see tears in their eyes. 

"Ridd!? Are you okay!?" I asked, worried. "Y-yeah. Just... memories." Ridd replied, wiping their tears. I gently cupped their cheek. "Do you need anything to help you feel better? Water? A snack? Cuddles?" I asked. They looked at me. "Burrito cuddles?" They asked. "Of course, pancake." I replied before giving him a kiss.


BONUS:

*Day after*

Y/N: Nameless!

Nameless: Huh? Oh. Hey, Y/N

Y/N: Ridd told me I could ask you about their trauma with the people in the town he grew up with. They got upset when I asked about it

Nameless: Ah. There was this one person who sexually assaulted and raped them. That's probably why they got upset

Y/N: WHA- ... Nameless. Get the stuff needed for the summoning ritual Zok taught you

Nameless: Why?

Y/N: That bitch is dying twice-



Somehow, I managed to write a oneshot shorter than Rory

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