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bluessmutifyplaylist · 8 months ago

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Dearest writer, if may full fill a wish.

Very tall S/O and their Twst ‘short’ kings, going daily things lovingly so publicly, taking role of the parents. Very normal.

Until either of who thought the idea placing a spell that heightened sensitivity and arousal (in different forms)— taking form a succubus tattoo right above the pelvis.

Teasing, Bicker, Challenge, Milk.

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Characters Include: Riddle, Ruggie, Azul, Kalim, Epel, Lilia

Warnings: 18+, Succubus/Incubus!Tall!Reader, GN!Reader, handjobs (char receiving), overstimulation (Riddle, Ruggie), safeword usage (Riddle, Ruggie), oral (Lilia), praise and degradation (Lilia, reader receiving)

Riddle Rosehearts

We all know that Riddle is not the most experienced when it comes to sex. All that his mother told him about it was that it was used for procreation, and that’s partially because she lives within the constraints of an unfulfilled marriage.

When Riddle met you though, a literal sex demon… he found himself intrigued. You had to teach him a lot. Luckily, his medical knowledge meant he knew the science behind it, so he wasn’t completely in the dark.

Now, you needed help with studying for an upcoming test. He needed a bit more experience in sexual matters. You both worked out an agreement where you would be able to put your mark on him if you passed the practice quiz he gave you.

Fortunately for you, you passed, and you nearly tore off his pants to get to his member. Now, Riddle is not the largest person you’ve been with… but you were very satisfied with him. Part of the reason you got off was because he whimpered and moaned as you stroked your hand up and down, making sure to massage along the tip of his cock to make his entire body tremble.

“Sevens, please!” He cried, feeling tears of overstimulation well up in his eyes as he came yet again, his cum dripping down his member and all over your hand. However, you didn’t want to stop. Instead, you just used it as lube. “Crayon!”

When he said the safeword, you pulled your hand away and started to help him clean up, pressing a kiss to his temple. “You did amazing, baby… Let me take care of you, okay? I’ve got you…” You whispered with a soft smile, going to grab him a glass of water and a warm, damp towel.

The praise alone could have made him melt into a puddle right then and there. No one had ever really taken such precious care of him. To be fair, this was the first romantic relationship he had ever been in, but knowing that you were a sex demon who has had an indefinite amount of partners before him… and to know that you have remained loyal to him despite his inexperience… made him quite happy.

In the morning, he woke up and started to get dressed, albeit with shaky legs, and he noticed a new addition to his body. A tattoo, a mark, on his lower belly. It was a heart with wings, and that’s how he knew that it was permanent. The relationship was for-real, and he felt his heart go a bit fuzzy with happiness.

Ruggie Bucchi

Now, Ruggie has a lot more experience with sex compared to others on this list… and he very much is a pillow princess. With how hard he has to work for Leona, time spent with you is time he would prefer to spend relaxing… and since you were a literal sex demon, you had no issue with it.

Pretty much every night, he finds himself at the point where he’s shooting blanks, the tattoo you placed on his pelvis glowing each time he came. The amount of noise complaints you both have gotten was insane, but you were able to shut them up by using your power to manipulate them into leaving you two alone.

Anyway, tonight was no exception, and you two were at it again. You smiled as you pumped your hand up and down, whispering small praises into his ear while he moaned and arched his back.

“You are doing so well, baby…” You whisper, feeling his cock throb in your hand. Your free hand was scratching right behind his ear, hitting a spot that you knew would get to him. “Moanin’ so pretty for me…”

“Fuck!” He exclaimed as he held tightly onto your wrist to give him some sort of stability. “You’re gonna… be… the death of me… sweets!” His reaction made you giggle, and as he came once more, you brought your hand up to your lips and licked it clean. Save for the donuts he ate, he had a relatively healthy diet, so it was very neutral in taste. But… to you… it was better than heaven.

“Do you want another one?” You asked, giggling again at how hard he was panting. His face was flushed bright red as he shook his head. “No thanks, toots… I’m done… Crayon.” The use of his safeword made you nod and leave to go grab tools to pamper him with. A warm, damp cloth… and glass of water… a donut or three… He deserved it, to be honest.

Azul Ashengrotto

Being a student and being the manager/boss of an entire restaurant… then also being the one to use his magic to conduct deals and contracts can be exhausting for the cecaelia. Luckily for him, he has a partner who supports him in all that he does.

And by ‘support’, I really mean sitting under his desk in his office, jerking him off whenever he came in. You didn’t require anything in return. He was your boyfriend, and you wanted to help him relieve his stress in a healthy way. What healthier way is there than sex in his office in the Mostro Lounge?

Today was really no different. Before he came in, you placed a pillow under his desk and perched yourself there, waiting until he came in. When you heard the door open, you smiled happily. “Darling, are you in here?” He called out, sitting in his chair and looking under the desk. You only nodded, reaching to undo his belt and his pants and taking his cock out of his briefs. Carefully, you start pumping your hand up and down, pressing a kiss to his tip. Azul laid back in his chair, sighing softly and using his tie to muffle himself.

A few minutes later, he splurted all over your face, and you increased the speed of your hand so you could get it all, and you smiled happily as you licked up what you could.

“Thank you, honey…” You said, looking up at him as he started getting himself tidied up. You caught a peek at the tattoo you left on him, making you happy that he didn’t try to cover it with foundation or anything. He smiled at you, handing you his handkerchief before pressing a kiss to your forehead. “No… thank you, my pearl.” He responded as he helped you up off of the floor.

Kalim Al-Asim

He has 30+ younger siblings. He knows how sex works. He also loves to party, so I don’t think he’s a virgin at all. However, he hasn’t really experimented with anything or anyone until you came along with your kinks.

He had no idea that sex could be so… good. You make him feel seen and heard. He trusts you wholeheartedly and completely, and you are careful not to break that trust… especially after what happened with Jamil and the truth came out and whatever.

Now, every night, you both sleep in his dorm room since you basically moved in, and you end each day with a little something… And tonight, you were trying overstimulation with him.

Pretty tears escaped his eyes as you made him cum for the third time, but he couldn’t help it as he kept bucking into your hand while you stroked his cock up and down… up and down… in slow, pleasurable movements.

“Please…” He whimpered. His dick was in pain… but it just felt so good. He couldn’t quite shoot anything out anymore… he was running on empty… but your hand felt amazing against the sensitive skin. “More… m-more…”

You gently wiped his tears away, pressing a kiss to his temple as you ran your thumb over his tip with a smile.

“I’ve got you, baby… let go… you can do it�� one more for me, please?”

He nodded and gripped onto the bedsheets below you both, crying out as he shot another blank… but you could feel him twitching in your hand. Getting up, you grabbed a warm towel to help him soothe the aching a bit.

“You did so good, love…” You whispered as you grabbed him a pair of pajama pants. He smiled as he laid back on his pillows, snuggling into your body when you returned.

Epel Felmier

How does one become manly? Lifting weights, exercising… all of this is in the WikiHow instructions (a real thing, btw). However, another step was becoming a ‘sexual dynamo’... luckily for him, his partner was a sex demon.

That led to him asking if you would do him the favor of taking his virginity, which made you a bit hesitant. You stated that you didn’t feel comfortable taking his V-card for a reason such as ‘becoming a man’. It felt a bit backwards. However, you did agree to giving him a handjob.

Now here you were, smiling as you had a whimpering Epel who was trying to hold his shit together, having already came twice before. But he didn’t want you to stop… for what reason? He didn’t quite know anymore. But it felt so good against his sensitive member.

His hand was clutching your wrist as he bucked up into your hand; the sounds coming from his lips are in his native Southern accent. In your eyes, he had never looked manlier… after all, not a lot of guys can go more than once in a round.

Soon, he feels another orgasm coming, and his hips start losing their rhythm as he chases the last high of the night. You sped up your hand, and soon, he was shooting his load all over, and you caught some in your mouth. You’d have to thank Vil later for the food he prepares for Pomefiore because Epel’s cum did not taste horrible. It was actually quite sweet.

You pulled your hand away, making sure to go clean it before coming back with a warm cloth for Epel, who was panting heavily with a cherry-tomato face.

“Epel… I don’t know why you don’t view yourself the way that I do. You are the manliest person I know… considerate, caring, at least for me, and you managed to last three orgasms.” Your words really touched him, and he smiled as you helped him clean up, ready to finally be the little spoon.

Lilia Vanrouge

Now, Lilia is no spring chicken. He’s getting older. However, statistically speaking, older people tend to be the freakiest (statistically proven that elderly people have the highest rate of STD’s). Moving on, the bat fae is one of the freakiest people on this list, and he is quite proud of it.

The fact that you are a sex demon, literally, did not phase him. After all, you are more than just your species. And he was and is more than willing to satisfy any and all of your needs and wants. He is experiences, having participated in nearly every kink and fetish imaginable.

Honestly, everyone is glad that you have taken Lilia off their hands. With your constant need for sex, he is quite occupied so he can’t go around spooking people for shits and giggles. Instead, he is busy in the janitor’s closet with you as you stroke your hand along his member.

“Darling, really… this is the third time today,” He teased, knowing that he was easily seduced by those adorable puppy eyes and that adorable pout of yours.

“Can’t help it…” You respond as you press a kiss to the tip of his cock. “Wanna make you feel good…”

Well… how can Lilia say ‘no’ when all you want to do is take care of an old man? His hand reached to pat your head appreciatively while you finally took him into your mouth, and you hummed in satisfaction.

“You’re doing so good for me, my dear…” He uttered as he slowly thrusted into your mouth, making your eyes roll back and water at the same time. “Taking me like the little slut you are…”

Soon, he felt his cock throb, signalling that he was close. Gently, he sat still as he filled your mouth up, smiling as he was emptied once more.

“Thank you, darling…” He whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead while you swallowed his cum happily.

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asterafroditis · 3 months ago

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hey so how do you think Riddle and Azul would deal with a crush who’s a helpful hard worker, if they in project together, crush works well with them and they get good grades, but they have no long term goals and ambitions and zones out a lot. Azul and Riddle, the most ambitious ones ever, are just like “She has no ambitious aura at all?! Wtf?!” And crush is just like

𐔌 . ⋮ no ambitions?! .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Riddle & Azul x gn! reader (separate)

𓏵 722 words

ᝰ.ᐟ headcanons, no pronouns used, fluff

Had lots of fun writing this out! can definitely relate to reader on some levels _(:3 」∠)_ feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

Riddle had initially been thrilled to be paired with you for the history project.

You were competent, diligent, and respected deadlines — a rare combination at NRC. Working alongside you was... pleasant, even calming, a sharp contrast to the usual chaos of Heartslabyul.

You would share notes, summarize chapters neatly, and double-check the requirements without him even needing to prompt you. Riddle found himself looking forward to study sessions, mind buzzing not just with textbooks, but the warm thought of how well you worked together.

“They’re so dependable. Such good habits... maybe—maybe I should invite them for tea next time.”

But it wasn’t long before he noticed something... odd.

During a break, while sipping tea he had insisted on brewing properly (“Sloppily made tea reflects a sloppy mind,” he said sternly), he asked in casual conversation, "So. What field do you intend to specialize in after graduation?"

You blinked at him, head tilting in that innocent, peaceful way you did.

"Hm? I dunno. Haven't really thought about it," you said, chewing on a cookie thoughtfully. "I'll figure it out later, maybe."

Riddle stared at you like you had sprouted horns.

"Y-you haven't thought about it?!"

You smiled serenely, resting your chin on your palm.

"Nope. As long as I'm doing okay right now, it's fine."

Riddle nearly dropped his teacup.

“No long-term plan? No ambitions? No charted career path?!”

He tried to cover his shock with a polite cough.

"Ahem. W-well, it is critical to set objectives and milestones to ensure steady personal growth," he said, words tumbling over each other. "I would be happy to assist you in making a detailed five-year plan—"

You just gave him that sweet, blissfully vacant smile. "Maybe someday! Thanks though, Riddle!"

Riddle sat stiffly in his chair, clutching his teacup as a vein throbbed in his temple.

“They're so efficient now, but they're... they're drifting like an unmoored boat! A brilliant, hardworking boat with no rudder! How is this happening?!”

He spent the rest of the project trying very, very hard not to think about how he found your aimless serenity oddly... endearing. Infuriating. But endearing.

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Azul knew right away he was lucky when you were assigned as his partner for the class project.

You were attentive, methodical, and didn’t slack off — the dream partner. He thought to himself, “If only more students had such discipline, Mostro Lounge’s financial reports wouldn’t give me migraines...”

You even handled the trickier parts of the research without complaint. Azul was impressed.

“Efficient. Cooperative. Excellent work ethic. Perfect for building an empire together... Wait. No. Focus, Azul.”

He started to entertain the notion that you might be someone he could genuinely trust—a terrifying but strangely exciting thought.

So during a quieter moment at the Lounge after polishing up your project proposal, he asked, casual but calculating:

"And... what are your future plans? You strike me as someone who could achieve quite a lot if you applied yourself."

You twirled a straw idly in your drink, legs swinging lightly under the table.

"Future plans? Hm... Nah. I’m just kinda going along. I’ll figure something out when I have to."

Azul's smile froze for a fraction of a second.

"You... don't have a strategy? Or even a preliminary outline of your goals?"

You smiled brightly.

"Nope!"

Inside, Azul shrieked.

On the outside, he adjusted his glasses, masking the horror behind a tight, businesslike smile.

"I... see. How... refreshingly spontaneous."

But in his mind, it was chaos.

“No ambition?! No hustle?! No grand designs for success and power?! How can someone so competent lack the drive to leverage it?!”

Every fiber of his being itched to offer you a job at Mostro Lounge, start you on a 12-year plan, sign you up for five internships, and drag you bodily toward greatness.

But you just smiled and went back to doodling something random on the margins of your paper like you hadn’t just shattered his worldview.

Still... as much as it made his head spin, Azul couldn't deny it was... weirdly comforting to be around you.

Maybe it was nice, once in a while, to sit across from someone who didn’t constantly scheme and scramble. Someone content with now.

It drove him insane.

But he kept finding excuses to study with you anyway.

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brights-place · 1 month ago

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⋮ ⌗ ┆ 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬‼ ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🌹🐇་༘࿐

Happily Ever After — MASTERLIST

A/N: FIRST PART OF THE

Summary: Once upon a High School, in a land beyond imagination, comes the tale of Ever After High. A High School for the next generation of fairytales. Where spellbinding students are destined (or not) to follow in the footsteps of their fairytale parents.

Yet the most important part of it all is who they seem to fall for in their fairytale, so what happens when the twisted wonderland boys fall for the fairytale characters who they want to spend forever after with?

So what are the relationships like?

゛ ⸝⸝.ᐟ⋆🐇𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐱 𝐁𝐮𝐧𝐧𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐜! 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫⟡ ݁₊ .

It was a perfectly prim afternoon in Heartslabyul the type that made the roses seem redder, the tea more fragrant, and the wind whisper sweet reminders of etiquette. Of course, nothing short of perfection would be acceptable in a place run by Riddle Rosehearts.

And somehow, [Name] fit in seamlessly.

Despite her Wonderlandian roots, she didn't come across as chaotic. On the contrary Name] was punctual, polite, and composed, if a little anxious at times. She never forgot her gloves, always bowed at the right angle, and even managed to sip her tea without clinking the cup. Riddle admired that. No cherished it.

She was the embodiment of the ideal guest and yet, he had fallen for her not because of her perfection, but because of the rare moments when her ears twitched in panic or when she giggled softly at one of Trey's jokes, thinking no one heard because while she upheld structure like him, her world still shimmered with a sense of wonder he had nearly forgotten.

Their relationship wasn't obvious to everyone Riddle didn't like public displays of affection, and [Name] was too modest to flaunt anything but when they walked together through the rose garden, her small gloved hand tucked into his, their silence spoke volumes with one another words not needed to be exchanged as much.

"You're early," Riddle said as [Name] approached the garden table set for their tea appointment. He sounded formal, as usual but the faint upward tilt at the corner of his lips gave him away "Of course I am," [Name] smiled, clutching her pocket watch as if to prove it. "I'm always on time." she giggled softly "Daughter of the white rabbit" she uttered gloved hand reaching out to the seat.

"You're early," he emphasized again, pulling out her chair for her as she blinked and titled her head towards him "That's not against the rules... is it?"Riddle paused "No. But it's... unexpected." [Name] chuckled softly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I just wanted to see you a little sooner."

That made his face flush a light red that matched the painted roses beside them. Trey had outdone himself again strawberry tarts, spiced biscuits, and honeyed tea Riddle poured the tea with his usual precision, but his eyes flicked up to her, lingering. "You're fidgeting," he noted, ever the observer as he watched his partner. "Just a little nervous," she admitted, fingers twitching near her napkin. "You always look so... composed. It makes me want to try even harder."

"[Name]," Riddle said, softer than usual, "you don't have to try to impress me." She blinked "I don't?" "No." His expression softened into something rare unmasked vulnerability. "You already do." the soft music playing in the background made her let out a relaxing sigh.

Their relationship was a balance of control and care. Riddle, despite his strictness, found himself loosening around her. He let her drag him to music club rehearsals or help her with event planning even if it meant being surrounded by chaos and glitter. In return, [Name] gave him moments of quiet stability, someone who didn't demand he break the rules, but gently reminded him he could bend without breaking.

He didn't need to punish her for eating sweets before dinner or walking on the wrong path in the rose maze. And she didn't need to hide her trembling hands or pretend she wasn't overwhelmed by too much noise or when she had to cover her ears.

As tea faded into twilight, [Name] leaned against his shoulder. Riddle stiffened at first physical affection still flustered him but then exhaled, letting himself rest his cheek against her soft white hair. The ticking of her pocket watch hummed gently beneath the sounds of birds and the rustling of rose bushes.

"...You're always in such a rush," Riddle murmured, "yet you always make time for me." "Because no matter how fast I move, you're where I want to be," she replied. He didn't say anything for a moment, only reached up and threaded his gloved fingers with hers. In a world built on rules and rigidity, [Name] was his gentle exception. The one soul who reminded him that being on time was good but being present with someone you love?

That was perfect

Headcannons

- Riddle is strict, punctual, and deeply committed to rules and order. He speaks precisely and doesn't like surprises (unless he planned them himself).

- [Name] is whimsical, scattered, and often flits from task to task with her thoughts three steps ahead of her feet. She has a habit of being late, getting distracted, and tapping her foot or fiddling with things constantly. - Where Riddle sees time as something to be managed precisely, [Name] views it as suggestive. Her sense of urgency is… fluid at best.

- Riddle once described her as “a walking violation of three rules per minute,” but he said it with a fond sigh.

- [Name] shows up unannounced at Heartslabyul mid-curfew, skirt rustling, breathless, and late for everything. Riddle scolds her but somehow never actually punishes her Ace has thrown a fit about it and nearly got collard by it

- During unbirthday tea parties, she can’t sit still and often bumps into table settings or adds extra sugar cubes to the tea. Riddle clenches his teeth and resets the arrangement but lets it go when he sees her smile.

- [Name] acts on instinct and emotion. Riddle acts on logic and rules. She rushes into situations without thinking; he plans everything five steps ahead.

- But she teaches him that letting go can be freeing, and he helps her understand that some structure is actually comforting.

- Tea Time Routines: At first, [Name] hated the strict rituals of Heartslabyul’s tea parties, but she slowly adds her own flair quirky teacups, pastel pastries, and enchanted tea that changes color. Riddle resists... but ultimately joins her in crafting their own shared traditions.

- Book Swaps: Riddle gives her heavy books on etiquette and magical law. She tries her best to read them (even if she doodles in the margins). [Name] gives him fantasy stories and dreamy poetry. He claims it’s nonsense but always reads every word.

- Late Night Talks: Riddle often sits alone by the rose bushes, thoughts heavy with guilt from his mother’s expectations. [Name] finds him there and listens quietly. She doesn’t try to fix him just stays close, and tells him softly, “You don’t have to be perfect to be worthy of love.”

- Affection & Touch: Riddle is reserved, especially in public. [Name] is naturally affectionate looping her arms around him, kissing his cheek impulsively, or nudging his hand during conversations. At first, he stiffens then gradually leans into her touch, even initiating it.

- Nicknames: [Name] has no filter she calls him “Redberry,” “Rosebud,” “My little tyrant,” or “Clockheart.” In return (after much internal debate), Riddle starts calling her “Darling Nuisance,” “Time Turner,” or simply “[Name]” in a tone so soft it turns heads. - Cater has infact started at you gripped onto your shoulders and begged you to tell Riddle to finally call him Cay-Cay

- Riddle learns to bend He starts asking himself, “Why is this a rule?” He learns to distinguish between discipline and control and to act out of care, not fear.

- [Name] learns to pause She becomes more intentional, not just reactive. She tries to keep a calendar (even if it’s glittery and color-coded incorrectly), and she listens more carefully to structure without losing her spark.

- They meet in the middle like a red rose tangled with ivy. Messy. Beautiful. Unexpected. And deeply rooted in mutual respect and affection.

- [Name] becomes Riddle’s peace in the storm. Riddle becomes her anchor in the chaos. They learn not just to love despite their differences.

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alastor-simp · 4 months ago

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"𝓦𝓱𝓸 𝓦𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓐𝓼𝓴 𝓞𝓾𝓽 𝓞𝓷 𝓐 𝓓𝓪𝓽𝓮?"- 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽𝓼𝓵𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓾𝓵 𝓔𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 (𝓡𝓲𝓭𝓭𝓵𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓼𝓮𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽)

⋆｡°✩ Summary: Answering Ace's Question, you say Riddle Rosehearts

⋆｡°✩ Pairings: Heartslabyul x Fem Reader, Riddle Rosehearts x Female Reader

⋆｡°✩ Genre: Fluff and Romance

⋆｡°✩ Credit: Layout by @radioexe and divider by @cafekitsune

⋆｡°✩ Prologue: Here

🍓The minute you said Riddle's name, the whole table was quiet that you could hear a pin drop. Riddle's whole face was bright pink, mouth opening and closing like a fish, stunned that you said his name. Him? You wanted to go on a date with him? Riddle had never anticipated that, as he didn't think you saw him that sort of way. He had never dated anyone in his life, focusing more on his studies and his role as dorm leader, romance and dating being the last thing on his mind. And now, here comes you, saying outright that you would date him. It had his heart fluttering like crazy.

🍓Almost everyone in the table remained silent until Cater spoke, "Wow~ So you like the dorm leader? I can totes see you too dating~" Cater smirks, admiring how red both you and the dorm leader were. Embarrassed, you covered your face with your hands, regretting what you had said, but you were being serious. After Riddle's overblot, you had gotten close to him, becoming one of his friends. What started as platonic feelings slowly began to blossom into something more, as you began to see more of the real Riddle, a kind boy, while having a temper, was an amazing individual, holding himself up with elegance and grace, treating everyone he met with respect, and showing great determination and pride with whatever he did. He was, in ever sense of the way, a prince charming, in your eyes.

🍓"HUH?!? THE DORM LEADER?!? Are you cra-" Ace's words were cut off as Deuce gave him a smack to the head, shutting him up, knowing he was close to getting himself collared. Trey was glad Deuce did that, as he walked over to you, patting your head, seeing as this was only making you more shy. Riddle, having recovered a bit from what you said, let out a cough, signaling everyone to stop with the rowdiness. "Ahem! Well, the prefect was kind enough to answer your question, Ace. May we proceed with the festivities without any more disturbances?" Everyone flinched, except you, under the harsh gaze of Riddle, letting out a "Yes, Dorm Leader," as they continued on with the tea party. Riddle's gaze then turned towards you, softening as he observed how your cheeks were still pink, eyes casted down to the ground, twiddling your fingers.

🍓The tea part had come to end, as everyone began to tidy up. Ace and Deuce waved you a goodbye, as they headed back to their dorm rooms. Trey and Cater also said their goodbyes as well, not before Trey gave you an apologetic smile and Cater snapped a selfie with you, while also whispering a sorry next to your ear, as even though he encouraged it, he felt guilty. As you waved goodbye to them, you were stopped by a quiet "Ahem" from behind you. Turning around, you saw Riddle standing behind you, arms crossed, face stern yet his eyes were kind. "Oh Riddle, sorry…um..did you need something?" You felt incredibly awkward, remembering what you had said before.

🍓"Yes. From what I recall, your answer to Ace was that you would like to…court me. Is that correct?" Riddle looked serious, but his whole stomach was getting butterflies. Blushing, you looked down, fingers twiddling again, "Umm yeah." Riddle blinked at you, as he stepped closer to you. Motioning to grab your hand, he bend down to one knee, moving closer to place a soft kiss to your hand, making you blush almost as red as his hair. Pulling away, Riddle gazed at you with a warm smile, "I, Riddle Roseheart, humbly accept your proposal for a date." You stood as still as a statue, not at all expecting that. Riddle gazed at your reaction, having stood up again, tilting his head. "Are you alright? I'm not well equipped with the rules regarding dating, so I assumed this was the proper way to respond?" Gray eyes stared at you with concern.

🍓Shaking your head, you tried to focus, "No...no..just...wasn't expecting that. Ummmmm are you okay with it? Going on a date with me? Riddle crossed his arms, "Well I accepted your proposal, did I not?" Looking away, rubbing your neck, you didn't know how to word what you were going to say next. "Well yeah you did, but I just wanted to make sure you were accepting it because you wanted to, not because of some tradition or rule that you have to follow. I don't want you to be forced into something like this." Riddles eyes had widen at your words, not glaring at you, but more surprised, yet he didn't say a word. Great now, you felt like you insulted him saying that, refusing to look at him, eyes down to the ground. Footsteps were heard, as you noticed his shadow was coming closer. "Y/N, raise your head." His words were soft, lacking the authoritative tone they always held. A hand went to your cheek, as you began to look back up.

Riddle was gazing at you with a kind smile, as his hand continued to caress your cheek, "There is certain traditions from my hometown involving courting and romance. However, I ignored them, focusing more on my studies then certain distractions. This is the first time that I wanted to explore and learn more about things like this. I'm following my own path and I want to go on a date with you because its my choice." Your stomach was full of butterflies, as you continued to stare at Riddle, who was saying all of this to you, with a tint of pink on his cheek. Riddle, realizing that he was touching your cheek for a long time, stepped back, suppressing his embarrassment with a cough. His cuteness was making you laugh, as soft giggles escaped your lips. "Haha, never knew you were such a romantic, Riddle." Riddle stuttered, face almost as red as his hair, yet he continued to watch you laugh, a small smile appearing on his face. "So, wanna go on a date now?" You spoke in a teasing tone, face appearing closer to him, making him more nervous, but he held his grown.

"R-right now? Well, there is still classes and homework assignments. Plus there are certain tasks that I must finish as dorm leader. Maybe Friday, no that's an exam, let's see then maybe." He was rambling, going back an forth between deciding a day to go while stopping remembering how that there were certain assignments to do. Laughing again, you stepped closer, patting his head, stopping his rant. "Riddle, I was kidding. I know the both of us are busy. Let's come up with a date plan during a time when we are not both busy, okay? Riddle flushed a bit, before he relaxed, giving you a smile. "Alright." The both of you conversed for a little bit, until it was time for you to head back to Ramshackle, knowing that Grim was there, waiting for you. You gave a goodbye wave to Riddle as he waved back, the both of you heading in opposite directions. As your left Heartslabyul, you couldn't contain the giddiness that you felt. You were going to go on a date with him soon, feelings of excitement and nervousness filling you up. You honestly couldn't wait, as you headed to Ramshackle with a little skip in your step.

-END-

(Once I'm down with the other dorms and characters, I will make a First Date Story tying these series together.)

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coralinnii · 1 year ago

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Congrats on reaching the 2.7 K followers milestone!! If it's okay to ask why specifically 2.7 K?

anyways I heard you were taking requests so I'll request something to celebrate with you :-D

I was wondering if you could do one where Idia, Kalim, Azul, Riddle rejects Fem!reader but ends up falling for reader after that, how would they react when they need to reject her and when the realization of them liking her back hits? (I tried to come up with an og idea but idrk if this one is actually good enough writing material :'-D)

‧₊˚✧ Waking up Too Late ‧₊˚✧

↳ Realizing their feelings for fem!reader after rejecting you

feat: Idia ❋ Kalim ❋ Azul ❋ Riddle genre: slight hurt/comfort, open ending note: no pronouns were used but reader is written as a female in mind, reader can be interpreted as Yuu!reader,

Question: Why specifically 2.7K? Well... I wanted to do something when I reached 2k but by the time I finished my initial wave of requests and WIPs, it already reached 2.7K ^_^" There wasn't a real rhyme or reason... I was just really late to the game

extra note: the joke in the start of Azul’s section doesn’t mean anything bad about him in general. It’s just Azul reminds me too much of myself during my younger days and I wasn't the biggest fan of myself back then.

Also, if anyone is wondering... I haven't stopped writing. I was just unable to find time for myself during the last 3 months because my classes and work didn't leave me time to do much outside of that. Seriously, I had assignments due on weekdays AND weekends! If none of you know who I am or didn't even realize I was gone... ignore me and have a good day ^_^

2.7K Followers Writing Event 2023

The Big Ooff

Regardless of Idia’s feelings before or after the confession, he rejected you in fear of change. He was content with the way things are, where he doesn’t have to worry about things like romance and relationships.

Idia can’t imagine being the main protagonist for anything. He’s not the cool main hero or the handsome prince that gets the pretty girl. That's for the extroverts with high charm specs (a.k.a not him). Afterall, when does the NPC ever win?

So when you, his friend and confidant, his solace and only exception, told him that you held feelings more than friendship…well, his system short-circuited.

While the two of you said it wouldn’t change your friendship, you still wanted time away from him to heal the hurt. Idia agreed that the risky emotional roll dealt some real backlash to both of you.

The Realization

Idia tried to deny it, but he started imagining an alternative universe where he did accept your confession that fateful day.

If he were to zone out during his level grinding sessions, he would vaguely envision himself in the same position, but perhaps with you lying next to him or even running your fingers through his flames. These daydreams would surprise him literally off the bed, his aforementioned flames burning a cute pinkish hue.

Some days when he’s browsing around online shops, he would occasionally encounter items that remind him of you.

Now, that in itself is not new but rather it was when he imagined how cute you would be if he got these items for you. Instead of your usual pleasantly surprised thank you, would you lovingly embrace him, maybe even kiss-!

Ortho was startled to see his brother suddenly falling off his gaming chair, with his hands suspiciously covering his face.

Crap, not only did he realize his feelings for you (which in hindsight probably was not surprising in the least), but he actually would like to be in a stupid lovey-dovey relationship with you.

His Next Moves?

Continues to deny everything. So what if he wants a relationship with you? He can’t handle this new step even with these newly realized emotions. Plus, he was the one who blew his own shot by rejecting you the first time.

So, he falls to his coping mechanism which is to deny everything and that he’s perfectly fine the way things are.

When the two of you returned to your typical routine, he tried to keep things the way it used to be, as the same with you.

Except it’s not quite the same.

You weren’t sure if you were being conscious or that it’s been a while since you two hung out, but you felt that Idia was slightly more…attentive you could say?

He would give you first bids of the better controller before picking anything himself. If you seemed the slightest bit uncomfortable while sitting, the blue-flamed senior would offer you a comfier spot on his bed and a blanket if you wanted, before sputtering that he meant nothing weird about it.

He says he’s fine, but Idia’s is in no way the usual closed-off, sometimes cocky genius you knew before. He’s jittery, more prone to shriek and burst into pink flames to any of your gestures, and according to his little brother his heartbeat is slightly faster than usual.

It’s weird…it’s like he actually acknowledges you as a woman…

Oh.

“Ahh, I seriously chose the wrong choice option. The story path…I wonder if I could still salvage a good ending…”

The Big Ooff

Kalim’s overly friendly nature, while harmless, is somewhat misleading and confusing to those around him. I mean, if someone threw a grand luxurious party for you, it’s easy to assume that you were someone special. Unfortunately, Kalim is simply just…too friendly. He would do this and more for just about anyone, no matter how special they may or may not be.

Nonetheless, you still wanted to tell him your feelings. You wanted to tell him how his smile and laugh hastens your heartbeat as you smile back. That you feel butterflies every time he extends his hands to you, coaxing you to dance with the boisterous Housewarden of Scarabia.

To everyone’s genuine surprise, the snow-haired student sincerely apologized to you, not able to return your feelings the same way. All of your friends and also Scarabia was so sure that their Housewarden thought differently of you, but news quickly spread that Kalim never thought about being more than friends with you.

The Realization

To clarify, Kalim never thought about being more than friends with anyone. He’s happy to have so many friends, what more could he possibly want?

But your words did shake him mentally. He never realized that you would feel this way for him. On days when he can’t keep track of the lessons at hand, his mind would doze off and wander back to your confession.

“Hastening heartbeat, feelings of butterflies, always wanting to smile when you do…”

The more he thinks about your love symptoms, he’s realizing how similar those feelings were to his own when he’s around you. It was why he would always try to find you in a crowd, or why he wanted to be your dance partner on any occasion. Sure, he’s happy to be around everyone, but he feels especially good when it's you.

The pieces are connecting, the clogs are aligning, and soon…

“JAMIL, I THINK I’M IN LOVE TOO!”

“IS YOUR LACK OF INTROSPECTION THIS BAD?!”

His Next Moves?

Man is now a fool in love. He has this goofy smile on his boyish face at the slightest mention of you. Everytime he thinks about you, he keeps attempting to buy one or two grand bouquets of flowers for you, each flower as beautiful as you, much to Jamil’s chagrin as the vice-Housewarden has to keep reminding him of a crucial fact.

“You two aren’t dating. Actually worse considering your prior actions.”

Jamil’s brutal but accurate words brought Kalim back to harsh reality as he realized his mistake in not realizing his feelings soon enough. But not one to wallow in the past, Kalim sought to tell you his feelings just as you bravely did before.

Whether I personally think if that’s a smart move is irrelevant

Whatever your response is to him, Kalim would fully respect your choice, prioritizing your comfort and feelings over his newly uncovered ones. Despite his well intentions and honest feelings before the realization, his carelessness hurt you and he needed to consider your healing process.

Kalim would still act like a love-sick fool, however. Buying beautiful trinkets because he thought of you but won’t push them onto you if you couldn’t handle the heavy sentiment (thank Jamil for that).

Though a little more sheepishly, he would still extend his hand to you hoping for a dance, small little gestures to make you smile even the slightest bit brighter…all this and more because “I like you” and nothing else.

Just because he’s slow in figuring things out, his feelings won’t change so easily. This special feeling of happiness, of love… he’s grateful that you taught him this whole new world.

"I’m a little much? Haha, sorry. I get really happy when I see you...It feels nice being in love with you.”

The Big Ooff

Please reconsider

Ahem. Azul has grown accustomed to your presence. Perhaps even look forward to it throughout his daily routine, even assisting you in whatever trouble you always seem to get involved in. Some would accuse him of favoritism, but Azul argued that he was simply a gentleman treating a lady right.

He’s too observant to not notice that these sentiments are somewhat mutual. He thought of you as too kind and generous as to spend your spare time helping him around the lounge or to keep him company when the Leech twins get a little much.

But he was surprised to learn that your feelings were deeper than he initially predicted. There was such sincerity in your voice as you confess your feelings that it shook Azul to his core and turned his human legs weak.

However, he still had so many aspirations he hasn’t reached yet, opportunities he can’t miss. He can’t afford to split his time for something like romance, something that didn't register to him as urgent in the first place. Love is all well and good, but success is better and more tangible.

He’s careful with his words, gratefully thanking you for your confession and complimenting you with a list of traits he admired about you.

But you should know Azul by now. He’s hyping you up before ultimately giving you crushing news. Like a company recruiter telling you weren’t chosen despite your apparent talents.

You knew this, but it still hurts to have your dynamic treated equivalent to that of a business relation.

The Realization

Azul understood you needed time away. Certain things were said that can’t be taken back and it’ll be a while before you two could feel comfortable around each other again.

During this time though, the Housewarden truly felt your absence. He feels it when someone else takes a seat in his office where you usually occupy, when his mealtime feels less fulfilling because you weren’t there to enjoy it with him, when his headaches get worse from stress and you weren’t there to lend a comforting hand.

This sense of void was like a stream of cold water slowly trickling into his body and mind until he felt heavy and almost drowning. What an odd sensation for a deep-sea merman.

His mind became cluttered. He can’t focus on his work when all he could think about is where you might be and what you were doing.

He reached his limit when he realized that he couldn’t even hide this internal conflict from Jade or Floyd when their keen eyes pick on every moment of his loss of focus, and they have an inkling as to the cause.

…Dear Sevens, he might have made a great miscalculation on his own feelings.

His Next Moves?

First off, he’s going to spend some time in his pot. He needs some personal time reflecting over his own obliviousness and self-sabotage.

Once that’s over, he now has to figure out how to remedy this. A plan to get back into your good graces after the blunder.

He is a greedy merman. If he’s going to do something, he wants the best outcome possible, which is you forgiving him and accepting him while forgetting the past even happened.

He’s read through countless relationship books, advice found online, and personal intel that his schoolmates were forced to generous enough to offer under an NDA.

He’ll use the knowledge he remembered from your confession to his advantage, highlighting the parts of himself that he knew you liked about him. He shows off his good side in hopes to reignite what attracted you to him.

If there’s anything to expose his intent with you, it’s the flush of his pale skin when you finally thanked him with that sweet smile he missed so much.

"I’m not one to lose an opportunity when within my reach. However long it takes, I’ll earn back what I’ve foolishly lost.”

The Big Ooff

Riddle was, in all seriousness, taken aback by your confession.

The studious Housewarden of Heartslabyul is definitely smart, but he’s just slightly lacking in the people-reading department.

To him, you were simply a very loving person. He thought perhaps you were on the shyer side but always worrying about his well-being, making sure he’s taken breaks and to enjoy himself between his duties.

You were still a little rambunctious as lately you seem at odds with Ace as you’re quick to smack and silence the mischievous redhead who seems to snicker more often than usual as of late.

Frankly, you left him stunned, his face similar to a deer in headlights. No textbook or lecture has prepared him to reply back to your sincere confession.

In the end, he rejected you while giving his full honesty. Silly things like love and relationships were subjects he never thought to consider in depth, and he wasn’t sure it was something he wanted at the moment.

He tried to explain the best he could, but you couldn't stop the aching feeling of your heart breaking.

The Realization

Your relationship with Riddle took a blow but it was not destroyed. Albeit some awkwardness here and there, life flows relentlessly as usual.

But that fateful day would occasionally sneak its way into Riddle’s mind during his spare moments to himself, recalling your determined face, coupled with his memories of your beautiful, clear eyes.

Nowadays, his heart would tighten, his throat would feel dry, and his breathing would be shallower whenever his thoughts sway towards you.

Spurred by these odd symptoms, he finally looked more into the topic of love. The more he delved into talks on relationships, seminars on emotional attraction, and even tropes from novels, the more it feels as though he’s going down a rabbit hole of new emotional discoveries.

For a while, the Heartslabyul dorm was on edge as they feared for their necks every time their terrifying Housewarden suddenly turned franticly scarlet out of nowhere.

Alone in Riddle’s room, surrounded by articles and books littered on his once pristine desk, Riddle found his conclusion; he’s in love too

His Next Moves?

Riddle isn’t actually sure how to approach you anymore. This whole “in love” experience is all too new to him. He couldn’t bring up this embarrassing topic with any of his peers, and much less with his mother (Sevens knows he doesn’t exactly want to replicate a relationship like his parents).

But he couldn’t handle the sudden sensations of nerves that occur every time he’s close to you. He can’t keep up constantly chastising himself internally for flinching every time he passes a tart or a teacup to you during Unbirthday parties.

He can no longer focus during his study sessions with you as he’s now fighting with himself as he dreams to hold your free hand or to brush a stray lock of hair from your endearing face.

Was it as difficult to deal with as it was for you? Was this the reason you decided to confess to him? But the thought of speaking to you about something so intimate invokes nerves in him that he couldn’t understand.

No, he should learn from your example. If the natural progression of his feelings should be clear communication between those involved, then he will face this challenge as confidently as he does with any other.

Prepare yourself, the stubborn Riddle has made a goal for himself.

“I admit my inexperience has hurt those I cherish. Next time, I will respond to your bravery in kind.”

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twst-blueoctopi · 2 months ago

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May I request a platonic fic between RIddle and reader where they're siblings? And the reader teaches an elective course at NRC? :>

Have a wonderful day, and wear your seatbelt!

🌸 anon

Professor by Day, Menace by Relation

𝖆/𝖓: I love this prompt, I'll do this with Azul too :> and this is strictly platonic, age gap is around 8 years

𝖙𝖜: none.

𝖕𝖆𝖎𝖗𝖎𝖓𝖌: riddle x older sibling!reader

𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖉𝖘: 1573

𝖙𝖆𝖌𝖘: @luxaryllis @thegoldencontracts @waterthatsmoe @oya-oya-okay @writingattemptsxx

You didn’t expect to see your little brother barging into your classroom after hours.

Yet there he was — Riddle Rosehearts, Housewarden of Heartslabyul, standing at the doorway with his arms crossed, his lips pressed into a familiar line of disapproval that mirrored your own when you were younger.

“You said you were going to be done at seven.”

You blinked at the clock on the wall. 8:24 p.m. Ah.

“I was going to be done,” you said sheepishly, setting down your chalk. “Then Grim knocked over the herb cabinet and I had to make sure none of the samples were poisonous.”

Riddle stepped inside and shut the door behind him with precision, as though sealing a vault. “Why are you even teaching here? You had a perfectly respectable job in the Queendom of Roses.”

You looked at him over your reading glasses. “I like it here. The students are interesting. The staff has personality. And believe it or not, teaching Elective: Magical Botany and Potion Alternatives is oddly fulfilling.”

He muttered something under his breath. You couldn’t quite catch it, but it sounded like “reckless” and “undignified.”

You let it go. He’d always had a hard time with change—especially when it came to you.

When you were kids, you were the only one allowed to sneak sweets into Riddle’s room. The only one he didn’t snap at during his study sessions. The only one who remembered to pack a blanket in case he fell asleep at his desk.

Now, he was a young man—brilliant, proud, meticulous. He carried himself like someone who couldn’t afford to be a child anymore.

You didn’t blame him. You just missed him sometimes.

“Have you eaten?” you asked, opening a drawer and pulling out a little bento box you had set aside.

He glanced away. “I was going to.”

“You were going to,” you repeated with a sigh. “So was I. But neither of us did, huh?”

He didn’t answer, but he came to sit at your desk anyway, watching as you unwrapped the bento and pushed it toward him.

It had apple slices. You always remembered.

He stared at them.

“…You still do this,” he said quietly. “Cutting them like roses.”

You smiled. “Habit. I figured if I ever forgot, you’d give me a lecture on presentation.”

He hesitated. Then, in an uncharacteristically soft voice, “Thank you.”

The room was quiet except for the ticking of the wall clock and the occasional clink of chopsticks.

“I heard from Professor Trein,” Riddle said between bites. “You got two students to submit their projects early. He sounded impressed.”

“That’s because I bribed them with extra credit and muffins.”

He choked.

You handed him a cup of water, deadpan. “Relax. They were chamomile muffins. Good for stress.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

“And you’re dramatic.”

A smile crept onto both your faces.

When he finished, he wiped his mouth, set the chopsticks down with care, and looked up at you.

“…I’m glad you’re here,” he admitted, voice small. “Even if your class is a little… unconventional.”

“Unconventional is my specialty.”

“I know,” he said. Then, quieter: “It was always easier when you were around.”

That surprised you. Not because you didn’t believe it, but because Riddle rarely said things like that out loud.

You set your papers aside, fully giving him your attention. “Do you want to talk about something?”

He hesitated.

Then:

“I lost my temper again. With Ace and Deuce.” He closed his eyes briefly, shame flickering across his face. “I didn’t overblot, of course. I’m not that foolish. But I—I could feel it. The pressure. The noise.”

You stood and gently ruffled his hair, like you did when he was a kid—back when he used to bury his face in your shoulder and cry over scraped knees or scoldings from Mother.

To your surprise, he let you.

“You’ve gotten better, Riddle. But even good people lose their temper. You’re not a failure for slipping.”

“…Then what am I?”

“Human,” you said softly. “Someone who’s trying. And someone I’m very proud of.”

He looked up at you, eyes a little red at the corners, but he didn’t cry. Not tonight. He simply gave a sharp nod, shoulders straighter, breathing easier.

“…If I come here sometimes,” he said at last, “just to talk… would that be alright?”

You smiled. “Always.”

That night, you walked him back to Heartslabyul. The stars were out, and for a brief moment, he looked like the boy you remembered—not the housewarden, not the prodigy, but just Riddle. Your little brother.

And when he turned to say goodnight, he paused, then added in a quiet voice,

“Next time… I’ll bring the tea.”

You chuckled. “Just don’t bring those sugarless biscuits. I still have trauma.”

He rolled his eyes, but he was smiling when he shut the gate behind him.

You weren’t expecting to see Riddle in your classroom on a Thursday morning—especially not in the back row, arms folded, lips thin, and trying (failing) to blend in with a group of groggy second-years.

“Don’t mind him,” you told the class, adjusting your glasses. “He’s just observing.”

“That’s the Housewarden of Heartslabyul,” one student whispered loudly to another.

“I thought it was a porcelain doll,” someone else muttered.

You coughed. Loudly.

“Anyway!” you clapped your hands. “Today we’re covering ‘Magical Plants and Mood Stabilization.’ Open your books to page 63.”

Riddle didn’t move a muscle. You were ninety percent sure he had already read this book cover to cover and was now judging your every word.

The lesson flowed smoothly—for a while.

You were halfway through explaining how moonlotus leaves can be used to subtly stabilize a brewing stress-relief potion when someone in the back raised their hand.

“Yes, Caelum?”

The boy smirked. “So, Professor, what’s it like teaching your little brother? Does he get automatic extra credit or just personalized rose-cut apples?”

You paused, then shot Riddle a deadpan glance.

He looked personally offended. “I would never accept such inappropriate favoritism—!”

“Which is exactly what someone with nepotism privileges would say,” Caelum quipped, and a few students laughed.

Riddle bristled.

You held up your hands before it escalated. “Relax. I grade him much harder than the rest of you.”

Riddle sputtered. “You don’t even grade me!”

“Exactly.”

The students howled.

Riddle sank slightly in his seat, clearly regretting life decisions that brought him here.

Later, during the practical component, you had everyone brewing a basic calming tonic infused with powdered moonlotus. Riddle watched silently, arms crossed, as the students measured, stirred, and grumbled.

“You don’t usually hover like this,” you said as you passed him, checking in on a student’s simmering cauldron.

“I was curious,” Riddle muttered. “Your students seem… comfortable with you.”

“I let them make jokes. Within reason.”

He frowned. “That’s a dangerous precedent. You’re their instructor.”

“Yes, and I’ve managed to avoid being overthrown so far. Small victories.”

You smirked and handed him a clean mixing spoon. “Here. Make yourself useful.”

Riddle blinked. “You want me to help?”

“Only if you think you won’t ruin someone’s brew with that terrifying perfectionism.”

“…Fine.”

It didn’t take long before more teasing started.

“Riddle-senpai, can you stir this for me? I want that Heartslabyul precision~.”

“Don’t let him scowl at your potion too long, it might curdle!”

“Did your sibling make you come here? Blink twice if you're being held hostage.”

You snorted as Riddle turned an alarming shade of pink.

“I didn’t sign up to be your class mascot,” he grumbled, helping a flustered student correct their ratios with immaculate skill.

You leaned close enough that only he could hear. “They’re just teasing you because they’re jealous they can’t roast me without getting detention.”

He glanced at you. “You wouldn’t actually give detention for that, would you?”

“Oh, definitely. But I’d also bring cookies the next day to confuse them.”

“…You’re terrifying.”

You smiled sweetly. “And you love me.”

He didn’t answer, but the corner of his mouth twitched—just barely.

By the end of the class, the potions had been bottled, labeled, and safely stored. You dismissed the students with reminders to please not test the potion on their roommates without consent.

As they filed out, several shot parting remarks Riddle’s way.

“Come back soon, Rosehearts-senpai!”

“Bring snacks next time! Sibling discount!”

“Professor, can we have Riddle Week? Where he does all your lectures and wears a silly apron?”

You waved them out with amused exhaustion.

Riddle, meanwhile, looked like he’d aged five years.

“Do they always act like that?” he asked flatly.

“Only when they like someone,” you said, packing up your notes. “They were very quiet around Professor Crewel. You, on the other hand… you’re roastable.”

“I’m never coming back here,” he muttered, following you to the door.

You held it open for him. “You’ll be back next week. You still owe me tea.”

He grumbled something about poor life choices but didn’t argue.

As you walked through the hall, he fell into step beside you, his expression unreadable.

“…They’re not bad,” he said eventually. “Your students.”

You smiled. “I’ll take that as high praise.”

He nodded once, then — just as you reached the hallway fork toward Heartslabyul — he paused.

“…You really don’t give me extra credit?”

You gave him a long, slow look.

Then burst out laughing. “Oh, Riddle.”

He scowled but couldn’t quite hide the tiny smile at the corners of his mouth.

credit to @cafekitsune for divider

#athena fics #twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twst riddle #riddle rosehearts #riddle x reader #twst riddle x reader #🌸 anon

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blues824 · 10 months ago

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Twst as yandere brothers?

Hey… How y’all doing…?

These are headcanons for the Housewardens. Also, GN! Reader who is not Yuu. Platonic, for obvious reasons.

Warning: I do not condone Yandere behavior in real life.

Riddle Rosehearts

Ever the perfectionist, you get the brunt of it, unfortunately

No time is spent outside of classes or Heartslabyul or any extracurriculars you took up just to make sure that no one ‘corrupts’ you

It sometimes seems like he doesn’t love you, but he does

He’s trying to protect you from the wrath of your guys’ mother when you both inevitably return home for breaks

When he overblots, his first instinct is to protect you and shield you away from everyone

Once everything is restored, however, he gives you an apology

That doesn’t mean you can go hanging around anyone aside from his trusted list of people: Trey. Just Trey.

Leona Kingscholar

For the longest time, his only source of joy was seeing himself as above you

Since you are the youngest, he essentially wanted you to worship him since he is your older brother

He’s not exactly strict, but he doesn’t want you messing around with the wrong crowd

This means that you have a detail of Savanaclaw members following you around

When he overblots, he realizes how horribly he has treated you… to the point that you would turn against him

After he recovers, he makes more of an effort to be a better older brother to you

The detail does not go away, though, because he needs to make sure you are safe

Azul Ashengrotto

He definitely depended on you for validation during your entire childhood

A lot of your time was spent in the Mostro Lounge, working so that Azul can keep a very close eye on you

Jade and Floyd definitely watch you closely as well, but only because Azul threatens to deduct their pay if they don’t

It’s hard for you to make friends because you have two scary eels trailing behind you at all times

When he overblots, it definitely opens up a lot of conversation between you two, especially when you don’t defend him.

Instead, you stand up to him, fed up with his treatment of you over the years

Once he recovers, he calls off Jade and Floyd, but he still makes sure any friends you make know that he’s more than willing to ruin them

Kalim Al-Asim

You were his favorite sibling out of the 30+ siblings that you both share, and for that, you regret being born

Sure, he acknowledged how unique you were, and often supported you in your interests, but he was very clingy all of the time

Jamil would often distract him so that you could have a moment to yourself

To say you were glad when he was accepted to NRC would be an understatement, since his affections were suffocating

After Jamil overblotted, and they decided to return home for a bit, Kalim was even more clingy… especially since he realized that everything he believed about Jamil was a lie

Now you have to constantly reassure him that you won’t betray him, especially since he’s the one set to inherit everything since he’s the eldest

Jamil is no longer a saving grace for you

Vil Schoenheit

Assuming that you are not a celebrity in your own right, he is working hard to make sure the public and the paparazzi know very little about you

He also makes sure that you are not a fan of Neige LeBlanche, nor that you ever become a fan of him

Uses you for daily validation, essentially, and it’s hella annoying for you

To retaliate, you team up with Epel or you ask Rook about Neige’s newest film so you could further piss Vil off

When Vil overblots, he also feels betrayed when you take the other side in opinion

Unvoiced emotions and feelings on both sides are definitely made known afterward during his recovery, where you told him that you were your own person

Thus, he lets you be your own person under very strict parameters… though, you are still unable to consume Neige LeBlanche content

Idia Shroud

After the death of your guys’ brother, Idia definitely grew more attached to you

There were new rules implemented at home in order to keep you safe, but you were forced to stay near him anyway due to the family curse

Of course, in the meantime, you were allowed to do your own thing, as long as he was able to keep a close eye on you as you did it

When Ortho is rebuilt, Idia lets off of you for a bit, but when you are accepted into NRC, it gets bad again

His overblot was bad, especially since you couldn’t do anything to help Yuu and Grim because of your need to stay near blot (family curse)

During his recovery, he gave a tearful apology, and you forgave him since he was your older brother

Unfortunately, because he’s your older brother, your still watched closely via Ortho and the school cameras

Malleus Draconia

We all know that Malleus grew up extra lonely, so if he had a sibling, he would definitely be very attached to them

All day, every day… you were trailed by a detail of guards because Malleus needs to make sure that his younger sibling is safe

Not only that, but the kingdom needs to make sure you’re safe in the case that something happens to Malleus or he abdicates the throne

At NRC, Lilia tries to convince Malleus to let you go out and have some fun and join clubs that weren’t the Gargoyle Club, but he refuses

His overblot made his clinginess worse as it was caused by Lilia leaving… and he thinks he would die if his sibling left Briar Valley to do something else

Once he recovers, he realizes that you’re going to find a way to get the freedom that he’s been depriving you of, so his first olive branch extension was allowing you to join a club apart from the Gargoyle Club

Slowly, he is getting used to the idea of being apart from you, and while it hurts, he knows it's necessary.

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bluessmau · 6 months ago

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Down There

In which Fem!AFAB!Reader shyly and nervously asks the Overblot Boys + Tweels to go down on her.

Warnings: 18+, Fem!AFAB!Reader, talks about sex, talks about reader getting her 😺 ate, talks about getting Reader pregnant (Malleus)

Riddle Rosehearts

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Jade Leech

Floyd Leech

Jamil Viper

Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

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3cremepie3 · 1 year ago

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Airhead pt. 1

Synopsis - Riddle Rosehearts x fem reader. Y/n is an idiot and needs help with studying from Riddle! She wants to pay back his kindness in the only way she know how.

Warnings - innocent riddle, lose of innocence, graphic mentions of head lol, premarital sex, cursing, spit, roughness, slutty y/n, bimbo y/n

A/n - I was supposed to start this series so long ago but I got caught up in request. I found this so fun to write and I will be continuing it!

“Hey riddle,” you exclaimed. You pulled him in for a big hug he deserved it for being so generous. He was helping you study for free! “There’s no need for that.” His words were harsh but his smile said otherwise. Whatever you let him go and plopped down on his bed.

“Wow, it’s so soft I can lay here forever.” You will not now up at once,” he demanded. “In order to get optimal study results students sit at desks. I have a perfectly organized one here.” You sighed getting up to sit at his desk. The chair was cool against your ass cheeks that hung out your dress.

It was uncomfortable and for some reason forced you to sit up. “Now let us begin I have tea time to attend to and I’ll leave you for independent study time then.” Okay,” you accepted. The session didn’t even start yet and you were bored. "Yawning already? Did you not get a good night's rest?"

"No, I stayed up all night waiting on a flash sale." Well, that was idiotic,' He claimed. "When your dorm has no AC you make do with what you can get, look isn't it cute."

"My god," Riddle gasped. "Isn't that lingerie women wear that for their husbands and as far as I know you aren't married." You erupted into a fit of giggles. God, he was over dramatic! “Riddle you're too innocent for your own good," you laughed. "I'm just wearing it to bed what's the harm in that?"

"You're right." He cleared his throat and stepped away to grab a hefty text book. "Hand me your phone there must be no distractions." You were hesitant but handed it over. Riddle grabbed a chair and scooted over towards you. Your body moved closer to his wanting to marinate in his scent. "Wow, you smell so nice Riddle like roses."

"Well thank you I make sure to use rosemary oil and- what are you doing get back to reading at once!" He pointed to the paragraph your eyes finished scanning. "I already finished," you pouted. "Fine then let's get started on this written response."

"The teacher wants you to write this in a formal format so no personal perspective." He continued to yap on and on about something that you couldn't bother to hear as you were distracted by the flamingos running across the yard. "Get him." You cheered leaning out the window to watch the mayhem between students and flamingos concur.

In an instant, you flashed him the short dress that you wore hiked up your back. “You mustn’t lean over like everything is showing,” Riddle yelled. He covered his eyes wanting to keep your privacy. “Ace he went that way,” you pointed. You felt the air on your ass and quickly realized what Riddle had been yelling about.

“Oops my ass was out,” you giggled. “It’s not funny Y/n!” Come on Riddle you act like you’ve never seen anyone’s panties before.” He stared at you blankly. “Wait you genuinely haven’t?” His face became rosy red at your question. “Well, not in real life of course.”

“Christ how is anyone this pure,” you wondered. “My mother kept me very sheltered from a lot of things.” So you’ve never watched porn?” He held his head low not meeting your bright eyes. “ How is that your first thought no I have not.” We’ll have you ever had a girlfriend or a side hoe or a hookup?”

“No I don’t have time for any of that,” he admitted. “I guess remaining top student comes with its downfalls.” You frowned for Riddle. You couldn’t imagine not getting laid. Just then you thought of something. “Well, Riddle since you gave me your time helping me study I’ll give you mine in bed?” You watched him awaiting his answer. “But mother says only married couples do that.”

You slapped your forehead out of frustration. “Mother means married couples stick it in. No one said we have to do all of that.” I suppose there’s no harm since it’ll be a fair exchange and as long as it’s done before tea time.”

“Yup just the perfect pace,” you gleamed. Now why don’t we get on the bed,” you suggested. “Alright.” Oh wow Riddle I’m surprised you’re agreeing to this.” Well, you only live once they say.” He propped himself up on his elbows wanting to face you.

“This process is for relaxation you can lay fully down.” He laid back sinking into his many pillows. “Good boy now take off your clothes.” You heard his breath hitch at the thought but his hands were eager to make them come undone. He stopped at his underwear, however. “Need help or something.” Your hand graced over his bulge and then to the band of his boxers.

“I think that would be best,” he admitted. You couldn’t help but notice his hands shaking. “Aww Riddle don’t be nervous. You sat up to give him some kisses on his burning torso. “It’s just a little dick-sucking,” you reminded. “I know but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Well, then I’ll take things slower if you need it.” You began to kiss him softly he was a beginner after all. The first few were awkward teeth colliding but cute as you shared drool. The next ones were better since you took control catching his tongue in yours. You broke apart letting him catch his breath.

His hands tangled themselves in your hair pulling you back in. You balanced yourself on the bed before pulling your hips over his. Now you straddled his lap and could feel his heat against you. Riddle pulled up your dress which caused a gasp to come from your lips.

“Are you eager now?” Yes.” You looked up to see a riddles face flushed in a shade of scarlet. “Fine then I’m gonna go back down here. You crawled back to his legs making sure to land in an arch. Riddle thought he would lose his mind seeing the peak of your ass on full display. You pulled down his boxers to clearly see his mental state.

“Aww look at you dripping,” you coddled. "You can touch it i see you staring." Oh okay," he hesitated. You felt a hand collide with your ass cheek. He rubbed the flesh gently afterwards although it was an apology. You were gonna let out a protest but his focused face was too cute to pass up. You let a glob of spit coat his tip. You scanned his reaction as it slid down to his base.

His breath hitched at the warmness. Soon your mouth would follow the direction of the spit swallowing him down until you gagged. You exited with a pop making his toes curl. "So how's your first time getting head feel?" Good now continue," he demanded. His hand pushed you down onto his waiting dick.

You felt it twitch in your mouth as your tongue followed every curve every vein its entire being. "Oh my god," Riddle huffed. "Your cocks so cute look at it shake for me." You let it rest and spasm on your cheek. Your face had become wet with spit and his pre but you didn't mind. "Taste so good baby," you mumbled. Riddle could only bite his thumb down in response to holding his moans.

Your hand left his thigh to assist you in pumping him. Your grip was strong bringing his balls to tingle. Your lips noticed as you licked against the masses. And it intensified as you juggled them both in your mouth. He looked down on you astonished at your sinful actions.

Your dress was soaked but you were only just getting started. "Change of plans I want you to throat fuck me." Riddle looked at you like a lost puppy. "What does that mean." After quickly giving him a rundown he got into position. "So like this." He asked while pushing himself into your pulsing throat. Your hand linked themselves on his hips bringing him to push himself even deeper.

Riddle let out a grunt at the sensation of you squeezing around him. "Fuck it's like you're sucking me in." You chuckled you'd never think you'd get to hear Riddle RoseHearts curse. His hips buckled back and forth drilling themselves into you. But you still felt as though he was going to be soft on you.

"Riddle here's your chance to ruin me, to take all anger and stress out on me, to manhandle me. You're a man right then prove it to me." You spoke while scattering cock kisses. Riddle scoffed he was tired of everyone second-guessing him because he was small. "While since you give me permission I shall do my best job at it."

His smile twisted into a cruel smirk. You could tell in his head he had felt as though he was back in charge of the monarchy. While really you were still the dominant you just loved getting throat fucked. His hands raced to grab your neck forcing you to collide with the end of his shaft. You felt his hair tickle your nose while you gagged heavenly.

Riddle couldn't get enough of the vibrations against his core and forced you to stay until he watched your eyes roll back. You coughed greatly after being freed but stars were in your excited eyes as the same fate occurred. You watched Riddle lose himself in the contractions of your throat.

He moaned loudly as he pumped you like a fleshlight. They became whimper and he let out mewls that sounded as though he was crying. It was music to your ears especially when his voice that was sure to go raw yelled "Y/n" a dozen times. If he kept this up your throat would organize his shape forever.

And you wouldn't mind as long as you heard his whimper audio. "So good I think I'm gonna." He tried to give you a warning but it was too late. His cum poured down your throat leaving you to swallow the best you could in the short amount of time you had. The excess liquid spilled down your face and his now empty balls. He finally let go of his grip which allowed you to move away from the monster that was his cock.

You had 100% slayed that beast as he softened in front of your eyes. You pulled the bottom of your dress down ignoring the wet patch your essence had left on his bed. "Now we both held our fair end of the exchange." You spoke your voice raspy while removing your dress and stealing one of Riddle's shirts.

"Yes if you ever need help again be sure to let me know," he exclaimed. "Mhmm I'd love to push things even further. What your mother knows doesn't hurt her Riddle. It's not sin if its secret!”

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rabioa · 5 months ago

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˙⋆✮Vampire Town✮⋆˙

TWST Modern Vampire AU

Featuring Rook, Idia, and Riddle <3

Imagine you inherit an old manor from your eccentric grandmother and decide to move there. Your grandmother swore up and down on the supernatural, and even though you didn't believe her, you still loved her. The house is on the outskirts of a small and cute town, but little do you know, the town of Night Raven is a secret haven for vampires and humans to live peacefully together.

A/N: Hi guys!!! Welcome to a new au i thought of <333 I was inspired by @r-aindr0p with their rook x rollo supernatural au. Reading it made me realize how fun so many twst boys would be as vampires >:) I have so many ideas about this au that I need to work out. I know the direction I wanna go with Malleus is, and I have a vague idea about the octatrio that idk if it is too weird lol. If you have any questions or asks about this, then send them in!! Anyways, happy reading!! <3

Update: here's Malleus, Leona, and Kalim in this au: Royalty Bites

🏹 Vampire!Rook who you saw as a shadow out your window in the first week. One day, you catch him staring at you through your window and you freak out on him. After that, you're closing the curtains in your room and ruining his favorite stalking people watching past time!!

🏹 Vampire!Rook who is bemoaning the loss, is determined to get in your good graces and this time do more than just peep through windows. He's leaving gifts of game, animal skins, and other trinkets. You've even gotten some rather expensive jewels from him! Each item is accompanied by a letter that borders creepy and romantic. He compares the jewels to your eyes and says they pale in comparison. He gives you skins of pretty creatures he found, stating how you are worthy of such luxuries and more. The game is his way of making sure you're well taken care of, as he writes about the importance of eating healthy. Some parts are in French and you have to pull out a translator app for them, but you're just kinda stunned.

🏹 Vampire!Rook who one day hears some burglars trying to break into your beautiful home, and non non, he cannot allow them to harm his precious little human! He handles them before they can even get in, and you see him do that and... well, maybe he's not as bad as you thought. After all, he's protecting your home. Hell, he didn't even mention the noble act, acting the next day as if everything was normal. After that, he does fall into your good graces. Now you (sometimes, if he's not being overly creepy or annoying) into your home! He still leaves you game but he seems to prefer watching over socializing often, so you leave him be. He seems harmless enough...?

🎮 Vampire!Idia who's in your walls!! Well, not really. It turns out your grandmother allowed a vampire long ago to live in a small room for free. You didn't know he was in your house. There was a door that was stuck closed, and the window pointing into the room had thick black curtains covering it. One night, when you had to slip out to do something, you see the window is open.

🎮 Vampire!Idia who screams when you enter his room through the window. You scream too. You're both screaming. He has the audacity to throw a Hatsune Mike plushie at your face and it baffles you enough to stop your screaming contest.

🎮 Vampire!Idia who you demand to know why is in your house and he demands to know why you're in his room. You thought vampires couldn't enter without getting permission! Was it all a lie? It turns out, it was true. He just gained permission from your grandmother to enter that room, and he's never left it, so he didn't need permission to enter a room he's already in. You think he's joking, but after hearing the slang he uses, you could believe in another eccentric vampire being friends with your grandma. You leave him be in his room (although he's now forced to unbarricade the door from the bookshelf covering it) and you occasionally pop in and socialize him. You still haven't figured out how he feeds yet. How does he get humans when he's in his own bubble? Oh well, that's not your problem (you hope).

❤ Dhampir!Riddle who is the sheriff of the town. On the first day of you moving in, he pulled up and gave you a thick book of rules you must follow. He also told you a few rules for the day and pointed out various rule violations of your house (the bushes in your yard are overgrown by six inches and you are to say the exact words "Welcome in dear guest," whenever you let someone into your home). It turned out the rules are meant to help accommodate vampires and humans living together, and although some rules do seem straight-up nonsensical (you can't have certain flower combinations in the front yard and certain combinations in the backyard, unbirthdays parties cannot have chamomile tea, and hedgehogs always have the right of way on streets amongst other absurd rules).

❤ Dhampir!Riddle who invites you to an unbirthday party after you get accustomed to vampires. The party turns out to be a delight! You meet some new vampires and humans, and party with them. It's a bit odd, to have a pleasant conversation with him before he suddenly shouts at Ace, a fresh vampire, to not wake up a mouse sleeping in a teacup before he returns his attention to you, chatting away as if he didn't just turn red in the face.

❤ Dhampir!Riddle who enjoys chatting with you and has taken it up to visit your house at least once a week as a "security check," since he knows the manor you live in is a vampire magnet. These checks are just him giving stern warnings about breaking rules until you can coax him into your kitchen to share some pastries with you. He's unused to your natural curiosity as you always ask him about Dhampirs. They're rare, and you're just trying to understand the world you've discovered. He turns a cute red when you ask him to open his mouth to inspect his fangs. He obliges but is flustered the entire time. It's cute to see him so flustered and perhaps even relaxed with you.

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mochinomnoms · 5 months ago

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Hi, I would like to make a request for the flower event, please.

Reader- fem or GN

Type: romantic, hurt/comfort, drop of angst

Prompt: prompt 14 and 19 (if not, just 19 works)

flowers: baby’s breath and red roses

quick description: Reader is in love with Riddle but Riddle refuses to accept that he’s in love with them too.

riddle rosehearts x f!reader [tags] – romantic, hurt/comfort, slight angst [wc} – 3, 574 prompt 14: “I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!” prompt 19: “Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!” notes - whaaaaat this totally didnt take over a year to get out what are you talking about hahahahahaha n e ways enjoy im on a riddle train apparently rn a floral inconvenience

In Mexico, red roses are popular for Día de Muertos celebrations, symbolizing love and passion, the thornless red rose means love at first sight.

The baby's breath flower often represents sincerity, purity, and love in many forms. They also give a meaning of being needed or wanted.

Riddle didn’t actually like roses very much, despite what everyone thought.

It’s not like he disliked them! No, not at all, he thought they were quite nice, and they were a motif of his homeland and the Queen of Hearts.

That’s just the thing though, he grew up with them everywhere, from the rose-shaped island the Queendom of Roses took residence, to the field and field of bright red, to his own name, a moniker of an old, noble-lineage family. He was surrounded by roses constantly.

No, he much preferred something smaller, less flashy.

Something that reminded him of sweetness, innocence, and still associated with his heritage.

No, Riddle was fond of another flower, one that was often used to accentuate a rose’s beauty.

Baby’s breath: it was small, unassuming, yet darling and delicate. The tiny, white bunches of blooms were truly his favorite flower.

It also would’ve been much easier to cough up, rather than the large, deep red roses that he was currently choking on.

“Riddle,” Riddle heard Trey calling for him as he and Cater hovered over him as he was hunched over the trash can.

“Are you sure you don’t want to take some medicine and stay in your room for the rest of the day? I’m sure everyone will understand if you miss the unbirthday party, the hanahaki has got everyone struggling.”

Riddle dry heaved as he shook his head, reaching for the bottle of water in Cater’s hand, who helpfully opened it for him to chug down.

Gulping down the bottle like a man who’d been stuck in a desert, Riddle wiped his mouth dry, hoarsely replying.

“It’s the season for it, half of my class is also out sick. Besides, Rule 164 requires that I give a 24-hour notice for missing an unbirthday party, and it starts in 30 minutes. I’m going.”

He didn’t miss the way Trey and Cater shared a look. Like two parents who’d just heard their child say something ridiculous.

“Are you sure Riddle? It’s okay to take a sick day sometimes.”

Riddle grunted in response, ignoring Trey as he went to the bathroom connected to his room to wash his face and brush his teeth. The perks of being a housewarden.

“Yeah, I totes agree with Trey. I mean, even the Prefect has been trying to power through, and she is NOT having a good time!”

Suddenly choking on the mouthwash he was gargling, Riddle spat and coughed for air, causing the two upperclassmen to rush over to him.

“Riddle! What happened? Did you follow the routine I gave you!”

Reaching for his hand towel to wipe his face clean, Riddle gave Trey a half-hearted glare before moving his gaze to Cater.

“The Prefect is sick? Is it the flower sickness as well?”

He wanted to collar Cater for the smug smile on his face as he finished his sentence, the ginger tapping on his phone as he spoke.

“Oh? Maybe, I haven’t seen anything, but Acey and Deucey mentioned she’s been leaving trails of little white flowers everywhere. But fun fact Rids, did you know that her favorite flower is a red rose?”

That familiar, burning sensation filled his cheeks as he huffed, neatly folding his towel back into its place.

“It’s a favorite for many people, even the Queen of Hearts loved the beauty of a brilliant red rose.”

Riddle pushed past the two to head straight for his dresser to grab his crown, securing it on his head.

“Hey, wait! Riddle! Will you at least go to the nurse after the party?”

“Fine! As long as nothing goes wrong!”

Of course, when you’re around, many things tend to go wrong. Was it intentional? Was it just the company you kept? Were you really just a troublemaker at heart that thrived on the chaos you sowed?

Riddle thinks it was probably a combination of all the above, but that just made him question why he let you around his dorm still?

“GRIM! GET AWAY FROM THE TABLE! YOUR EARS ARE GONNA MAKE THE FIRE WORSE!”

“WHAT! YOU DROPPED THE CANDLE WHY ARE YOU BLAMING ME?!”

Really, why did he let you hang around so much?

“Oh, hi Riddle!” Ah, that’s why, the very (unfortunately) lovely smile you always bore when seeing him. “Uh, don’t mind us! I was just setting some candles for ambience!”

Taking a deep breath, Riddle didn’t fail to notice Ace and Deuce in the background, stomping on the now smoking cloth and finally getting the flame out.

He also didn’t fail to notice the other students around, flinching as they prepared for him to start screaming. Except for you, you had a…look in your eye as you continued smiling at him.

(Riddle didn’t want to admit that he recognized that look from his mother and father’s old wedding photos, hidden in the back of the library, covered in dust.)

Thankfully, the red in his cheeks could be mistaken for his usual short temper.

“Prefect…” Riddle started tapping his foot on the grass, watching from the corner of his eye as his dorm members started backing away in fear.

“Yes, Riddle?”

“You…” He paused, clamping his mouth shut as he watched freckles grow and bloom into those little white flowers he adored so much. “Your…freckles are turning into baby’s breath.”

You furrowed your brows, reaching up to touch your cheeks as you mumbled confused, “Freckles? What do you…”

Just as your hand met the white petals, one fell into your palm. As if you’d been shocked, you yelped and smacked your cheeks, trying to cover them up in embarrassment.

“AAAAAHHH!”

Like the fire had been lit under you instead of on the tablecloth, you bolted out of the garden to the main building, most likely to the bathroom to pluck and clean the flowers off your face.

“Oh shi—shoot!” Cater nervously chuckled, shuffling away at Riddle’s disapproving gaze. “I’m gonna go check on her, B.R.B!”

He briskly followed after you, leaving the rest of them to clean up the mess you’d left.

“Ugh, Trey, do you think you could grab one of the spare tablecloths from storage? I’ll assist the others in cleaning up here.”

Trey nodded, walking away as Riddle moved to where Grim, Ace, and Deuce were now carefully removing the trays, china, and cutlery. Deuce was at least, Grim and Ace were quietly arguing.

“I thought I told you she needed to stay home!”

“I tried!” Grim growled, staring longingly at the macaroons on the plate in front of him before it was snatched away and out of reach by Ace. “Hmph! She wouldn’t listen to me, said she neeeeeeded to be here!”

As he approached, the trio straightened up, though Ace looked more irritated with him than usual. He had been since his overblot.

“Yeah? What’s up Housewarden?”

“You can start by addressing me more formally” Riddle sighed, eyeing the now bundled up white cloth on the ground. “Secondly, what happened? How in the world did the Prefect manage to start a fire?”

Deuce rubbed the back of his head sheepishly as he answered.

“Oh, she mentioned that she’d been reading more about the unbirthday parties that the Queen of Hearts’s kingdom held and noticed a bunch of art had candles in them. She wanted to impress you and make this one extra ‘aesthetic’, not sure what she meant by that.”

Riddle brought up a hand to cover his mouth, hiding the bashful smile he wanted to let out.

“Is that so? And you let her?”

The three shuffled in their spot, sharing glances with each other.

“Well, yeah/Maybe…/Why not?”

Pain was starting to stab into the sides of his head, making Riddle rub his temples for some semblance of relief.

“Next time the Prefect wants to contribute her…’aesthetics’ to an unbirthday party, direct her to me please. Do remember, I am in fact the one in charge of this dorm, not her.”

Turning on his heel, Riddle gestured for Trey to follow him through the rest of the tea garden, pretending he wasn’t listening in to Ace’s grumbling.

“Could’ve fooled me, she’s got you wrapped around her finger like a dog on a leash…”

Ace yelped, tripping on his feet as he backed away from the sudden point of Riddle’s staff at his nose, the latter’s face burning in rage.

“How DARE you disrespect me, I am no dog, and I am certainly on no leash!” Riddle’s voice drew the attention of the rest of the students still celebrating, the unbirthday party now going eerily silent.

“May I remind you just who I am? I am your housewarden, and you will speak to me and about me with basic respect Ace! What even implore you to suggest such a thing I can’t comprehend!”

The ginger scoffed, stiffening as Riddle pointed the staff closer to his nose. Instead, he grabbed onto Deuce’s arm, who made a noise of confusion, and pulled him away back towards the dorm.

“Whatever, come on Deuce grab Grim, let’s check on (Name) since her little boyfriend won’t.”

Before Riddle could utter another word, the two—and a scruffed Grim—rushed off into the dorm, leaving a fuming Riddle behind with a group of students staring at him.

“Those little—Trey!” Riddle barked, gesturing for his vice to follow. “Come on, after them! Perhaps some extra chores as punishment will remind them how to speak to me.”

Silently and faithfully, Trey followed Riddle's rage, the redhead so focused on his mission that he failed to notice the frustrated look Trey gave him.

“Ridiculous, he punches me once for being out of sorts, and he thinks he can just do whatever he’d like!” Riddle was huffing as he spoke, glowering as he walked through the halls, chasing after the sounds of two card soldiers and a direbeast bickering.

“And what does he mean by boyfriend? What a ridiculous suggestion, the Prefect doesn’t have a partner, she would’ve mentioned it, she would have told me—”

“Oh? I didn’t know you two talked about those sorts of things.”

Riddle’s shoulders stiffened, his face slowing as he looked at Trey over his shoulder. The taller man had a smile on his lips, eyes narrowed as he studied his friend.

“Well, we don’t. But (Name) would have mentioned it during our study sessions, or when we have tea, or at some point in time, I’m sure.”

“Oh, of course Riddle. I’m just wondering why—and please don’t take this the wrong way—you care so much if the Prefect has a boyfriend or not. It certainly doesn’t affect you, does it?”

Sputtering, Riddle turned to face Trey with red cheeks once again, though he’s sure that Trey knows it's for something other than anger.

“Well, I—it’s not that it doesn’t affect me, it's—they’re a dear friend—I just—why are you asking me such a question?”

“Oh come on, Riddle, let me be frank.” Trey’s smile grew, playful and knowing. “It’s not a coincidence that you two are both sick with the same illness. You’re puking roses, unique ones too! I’ve never heard of thornless roses from anyone other than the Prefect.”

Scoffing, Riddle ignored Trey calling out for him as he stomped down the hall into the lounge. The room was empty, perhaps Cater had taken you to the communal washrooms to keep an eye out as you washed up.

As long as that was all Cater was doing…’

Shaking his head, as if it would make the thought and sudden jealousy go away, Riddle wrinkled his nose and headed off to the direction of the washrooms. He ignored Trey’s rapid footsteps, chasing after him as the other called out.

“Riddle! Please don’t be angry, I’m just offering a suggestion to help you out. If you just confess your feelings to (Name), then you can get rid of the flower sickness and be back as normal—”

“I WILL NOT!” Riddle wasn’t sure what made him angrier: Trey suggesting such a thing or Riddle knowing that he couldn’t bring himself to do it.

So what if he liked you? You were his friend, of course he liked you! Nevermind that he only ever grew tight in his chest with you around. That his heart soared when you laughed. Or that he only ever wanted to be gentle and sweet when with you. But there were too many factors at play here.

He had to get his mother’s approval to begin courting you, which was already a major obstacle. Then he’d have to adhere to the Queen of Heart’s rules of courtship as Housewarden, which had about 20 steps to it.

Then there’s the obvious issue of you potentially returning home. What would happen if you were to leave mid-courtship? Riddle only plans for the long term, what if you left during your engagement? During marriage? And if you chose to stay, who’s to say you wouldn’t start resenting him for pressuring you to stay with his declaration of affection.

All that, and he’s not even sure if these feelings are from admiration or something more. The baby’s breath freckles didn’t confirm anything, those could be from anyone else!

“I am perfectly fine the way I am, Trey!” Riddle snapped, missing the way Trey’s eyes looked past him, widening. “I don’t need to confess to (Name) of all people, I’m more than capable of handling this illness myself. In fact, I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide-ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Oh…”

Whipping around, Riddle felt a wash of dread fall over him at the sight of your sweet, heartbroken face as you stared at him like he’d just driven a knife into your chest. Cater, Ace, and Deuce were right behind you, all staring at you as if expecting you to burst into tears. Even Grim, now in your arms, was looking up at you with concern.

“Ah, P-Prefect! I didn’t mean it like—”

“It’s fine, y-you’re fine,” You sniffled, rubbing at your eyes as if willing away your tears before they could fall. “Um, I think I should go back to my dorm.”

Cater placed a hand on your shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. “No, no! Stay, you helped out so much with the decorations, you should have a treat!”

“Yes, please Prefect.” Riddle pleaded, noticing the way Ace and Deuce gave him looks. Deuce seemed conflicted, flickering between you and Riddle, though Ace had a rather distasteful sneer. “Stay, you’re always welcome here, please disregard what I said, I was just feeling rather heated at the moment.”

You purse your lips, locking eyes with him for just a moment, before Ace leaned in close to you to murmur something in your ear. Clicking your tongue, you waved him away, shaking your head in disapproval.

“You’re not punching him again, Ace.”

“What? Look I’m just offering…” Ace sighed, rolling his eyes before glaring at Riddle again.

“Cut it out Ace. It’s fine, I’m just going back to Ramshackle, okay? I’ll see you guys on campus.”

Before any of them could stop you, you rushed off, ducking as Ace and Deuce both reached to grab you.

“Oh, (Name), please! Let me apologize.” For someone who was so quick to reject the idea of talking with you just moments ago, Riddle was quickly chasing after you, calling out to Trey before closing the main doors behind him. “Trey, ensure the rest of the party goes well!”

Before he knew it, you’d slipped into the mirror, the glass surface glimmering like water. He followed suit, seeing you just as you were exiting the Hall of Mirrors.

“Prefect! (Name)! Wait, allow me to escort you back.” Riddle quickly caught up to you, coughing red petals as he did. “(Name), please…”

You had little bursts of baby’s breath blooming from your head and face, once again freckling you. He didn’t miss the way you looked at him from the corner of your eyes, letting out a sigh.

“It’s fine, Riddle. You don’t have to humor me, it’s fine if you don’t feel the same.”

Riddle’s lips thinned as he watched you let Grim go, gesturing for him to run ahead, which he obliged.

“I just wish you wouldn’t have said it out loud like that.” You paused, finally making eye contact as you asked, “Do you even like me as a friend?”

“Of course I do.” He confessed, tightly swallowing as he tried to come up with an excuse. “You’re a very dear friend, I just lost my temper and—”

“You can’t always use your temper as an excuse, it’s not fair to anyone. Especially not me, it’s not my fault that the idea of a romance with me is so rage inducing.”

You griped, crossing your arms and scoffing as Riddle moved to stand in front of you, halting your steps. Riddle could feel the heat under his skin, flowers blooming in his chest as he coughed out flowers, no doubt he was as red as his hair right now.

“What? Am I making you angry now? Why don’t you go to whoever’s making you cough the flower and I’ll deal with mine on my own—”

“Stop talking and let me apologize!”

“No! You’re only sorry because I heard you and you felt bad that I started crying a bit! Well, don’t worry, I won’t confess! Deuce said that the nurse has potions that help so you don’t have to feel guilty—”

“Will you shut up and—” Riddle felt himself choking, coughing out another batch of roses, before breathing in and continuing. “—ugh, let me speak—”

“No! I—ack!” You followed suit, though your fit was softer thanks to the delicateness of the flowers, small white petals falling from your lips. “— eugh. I just want to go lay down in my room, is that too much to ask?”

“It is when you’re the reason these flowers grow in my chest!” Riddle snapped back, a bit satisfied at the shocked look on your face.

“You—wait, what?”

Taking a deep breath, Riddle grasped your hands in his and brought them close to his chest. Step one of the Queen of Heart’s courting rules: hold your beloved close and hold eye contact. It cannot be broken, or else you void your right to their heart.

“(Name), please. My words were not from a place of anger, but of fear. Putting a name to these feelings of mine means acknowledging the hold you have on my heart.”

He relaxed, noticing the way your eyes softened, your own hands tightening around his own.

“There are many factors I have been considering, one of which is your eventual return home.” RIddle sighed, noticing the way looked down, as if you didn’t want to think about that possibility either. “As much as I would like to have you stay by my side forever, I cannot allow myself to be the reason you miss that opportunity. You deserve happiness outside of my own.”

“But, what if I want to stay Riddle? You can’t say that like I can’t make my own decisions.” You spoke with a firmness that you rarely used with him, reserved for when your friends were up to a ridiculous scheme.

“I don’t know if I’ll ever find a way home, but that sort of decision isn’t up to you, it’s mine alone.” You gave him a sweet smile, that same one he’s seen in his parents’ dusty wedding photos. “I wouldn’t mind staying here with you even if I did. All I need to know is if you feel the same, Riddle. If you care for me like I do for you.”

“I…” You stepped ever closer, your clasped hands pressing against Riddle’s chest. His grip tightened as you pressed your forehead against his own, eyes still locked. “Making such promises (Name), do you know what you’d be getting yourself into. With me, with my family?”

“And?” Soft as a whisper, sweet as a tart, you dared to brush your lips against his. Riddle couldn’t bring himself to point out that you skipped straight to step 11—display your affection with a kiss on the lips—of the Queen of Heart’s rules of courting.

“As long as you feel the same about me, I’m happy to go through anything for you. But only if you feel the same.”

“I…can’t.” Riddle let go of your hand to press a thumb against your lips, firm but gentle as he watched your shocked face relax.

Thornless roses and fragile baby’s breaths grew at your feets, curling around each other as if trying to make their own bouquet.

“I feel something so strong, so mind numbing, so impossibly sweet, I feel something so much worse, and yet enthralling, that it’s impossible to say I feel exactly the same. You must take responsibility for these feelings in my heart, like the King of Hearts taking responsibility for the Queen. Understood?”

A smile grew on your lips as he pulled his thumb away with you nodding. Riddle allowed himself to break the rules, just this once, and skip to the 11th step once more.

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hiiya, hope you're having a good day! if requests are still open, could u please do riddle x king of hearts/reader? Nice to others and sometimes a bit childish, Maybe taller than riddle and loves dotting on him treating him like a queen in which riddle returns the affection with head pats.

I say head pats cuz I think I saw one scene of queen of hearts patting her husband's head and his enjoyed it so I thought this would be cute 🥺

Thank you! 💐 Also I apologize for my english

𐔌 . ⋮ my queen .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆ Riddle Rosehearts x gn! King Of Hearts reader

𓏵 580 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 2nd Person POV, no pronouns used, fluff

Admittedly, I thought of AstRid (my yumeship) while writing this and couldn't get them out of my head.. Also I adore it when ppl give Riddle a king of hearts partner bc he so very much deserves that kind of love ^o^

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Heartslabyul was quiet for once—the way you liked it. The garden shimmered with well-trimmed hedges, roses properly painted, and teacups clinking from inside.

Riddle stood before a row of fresh blooms, red as his hair, with his hands behind his back and his posture stiffly straight.

You were two steps behind him, not out of formality, but because you liked watching him in peace. He looked calmer here, like the roses helped him breathe.

“You don’t have to follow me like a shadow,” he murmured without turning.

“I like your shadow,” you replied simply.

He glanced back, a sigh on his lips, but you saw the way it curled into a smile.

You took a few lazy steps forward, stopping beside him. “The garden’s looking lovely.”

“I know,” he said, but softer than usual. “Cater and Trey helped tidy it this morning.”

You hummed in acknowledgment and reached out, brushing a leaf off his shoulder. He didn't flinch; he just let you do it, like always.

You never pushed. Never made fun of him. Never demanded. You just were. A constant, quiet presence who held his hand when he didn’t ask and kissed his cheek when he looked tired. Your affection was natural, like sunlight—not flashy, just warm.

When Riddle first met you, he didn’t quite understand you. You never barked orders or raised your voice. You were the kind of person who apologized for stepping on a dandelion. And yet, your presence filled up a space like tea in a cup: comforting, familiar, necessary.

He loved that.

You glanced down at him now, resting your chin on your hand with a soft smile. “Tired?”

“Not particularly.”

“Want a break anyway?”

He looked up at you. You were taller than him, by a little, and he’d never say it out loud, but he liked the way your hand could gently steady him at the small of his back. The way your voice could soften the sharpest of days.

“Maybe just a moment,” he admitted.

You offered your hand, and he took it.

There was no fanfare in how you walked him to a bench under the rose arch, or how you pulled out a handkerchief to clean a faint spot of dirt on his glove. You didn’t fuss. You didn’t crowd.

You just doted.

And Riddle, surprisingly, let you.

As you sat beside him, your knee bumped his. “You’re good to the dorm, you know.”

He blinked. “I’m strict.”

“You’re fair,” you corrected gently. “Strict can still be kind.”

He looked away like he was embarrassed. “I wish others saw it that way.”

“They will,” you said. “And even if they don’t, I do.”

A pause. The wind moved the roses.

Then Riddle leaned against your shoulder, just barely.

“…Thank you.”

You kissed the crown of his head, right over that ever-stubborn red hair.

And then—softly, carefully—he lifted a hand and rested it on top of your head, smoothing his fingers through your hair with quiet care. Not rushed. Not performative.

A gentle headpat, as if to say you deserve affection too.

“I don’t say it often,” he murmured, “but I cherish the way you are.”

You closed your eyes and leaned into the touch.

He closed his eyes, too.

You never tried to tame him. Just made space for him to rest.

And for Riddle, that was all he needed. That was everything.

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