#twst riddle x reader

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Hydrangea (Frigid, Heartless) || Riddle

MEANING: “Hydrangea symbolizes heartfelt emotions. It can be used to express gratitude for being understood. In its negative sense hydrangea symbolizes frigidity and heartlessness. There remains some debate over the hydrangea’s symbolism – with some connecting it to vanity and boastfulness and others suggesting that a bouquet of hydrangea expresses the giver’s gratefulness for the recipient’s understanding.”

A/N: I realize that I’ve been having a lot of soft prompts so I decided to try my hand with something not as much (but it still got soft in the end lmao).

CW: gender neutral reader, Riddle and MC are mean to each other in the beginning but they make up (kinda) in the end

❀ FLOWER SPECIAL MASTERLIST ❀

“What is your problem?!”

You snapped, slamming your hands on the table. You didn’t want to cause a scene, but at this point you didn’t care, shooting a nasty glare at Riddle.

The Housewarden narrowed his eyes, sucking his teeth. “My words shouldn’t give you the means to act like a child—“

“And you don’t have a right to speak to me that way!” You shot back. “I don’t understand what your deal is, but I refuse to be disrespected— especially by someone like you.”

You could feel Grim tense up on your shoulders, urging you to walk away before you both found your necks in collars, but you shrugged him off. Riddle’s eyes widened, voice growing tense. “By someone like me? You should be grateful that I’m even wasting my time being here with you.”

You scoffed. Grateful? You should be grateful to him? The same boy that’s done a complete heel turn and has now been belittling you for the last few weeks? All you could do was let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head. It was the only way you could try and keep your sanity without resorting to something worse.

“Yeah, I should be grateful to the guy who runs his dorms like a tyrant and has all of his students scared of him.”

“They are not scared of me—“

“Right, they’re just intimidated.”

You could see the tip of Riddle’s ears turning red, but you kept going.

“You know Riddle, I want to feel bad for you but you make it so hard for me to. You were nice to me when I first got here, and I don’t know why all of a sudden you changed, but it’s the reason why you’ll always be alone.”

People across the lunchroom turned their heads staring at you two, whispering amongst one another. Riddle’s grip tightened on the table. Seeing you get a rise out of him gave you satisfaction, and you wanted to get more under his skin.

“The only person you might have is Trey, but it’s only because he’s nice enough to pity you and to be your yes-man.” You leaned in closer, him gritting his teeth and his face growing red by the second.

“At the end of the day, all you’ll have is your useless rules and your magic by your side.” You put on a mocking tone. “Maybe Trey but that’s if he keeps feeling bad for you, but I doubt it.”

“All you do is push people away, and I can’t wait until the day it’s too late for you to realize that.” You spat out.

“MC, that’s enough—“

“And what do you know?!”

Riddle shouted, silencing the entire room.

“You don’t know anything about me or this world! You come to this place that you know nothing about and cause turmoil and chaos for everyone you cross.” Riddle was shaking, chest heaving.

“And I will not be spoken down to by a disgusting rule breaker who not only doesn’t know their place but doesn’t belong here to begin with—“

“Rosehearts, MC— both of you stand down, now.”

Crowley’s voice cut through the air, and Riddle huffed and threw his arm down. It didn’t even register that he was going to use his signature spell on you.

You didn’t know whether to get angrier or be hurt at the notion.

“Both of you in my office immediately!”

——-

The sun was already starting to set, and you were still upset.

It didn’t help that you had to be in the same space with the man that brought you to your boiling point. But you both got detention, which wasn’t surprising. The tension was still high, and you were both stubborn enough to not speak first.

You were wrong in some of the things you said, you could admit that now that you cooled down enough— but you really didn’t understand why Riddle was all of a sudden so cold towards you. Now that your anger started to dissipate, all you were left with was hurt, and you hated to admit that.

You hated to admit that someone you were starting to consider and believe was an ally, a friend, hurt you like this.

“You’re wrong about Trey.”

You almost dropped the broom, Riddle’s words startling you. You turned to face him, but he kept forward, erasing the chalkboard. He glanced back behind him to see if you were listening, and when you made eye contact, he whipped his head back.

“Excuse me?”

“I said that you’re wrong about Trey.” Riddle sounded exhausted just like you were, no bite in his words. “Trey isn’t my ‘yes-man’, he tells me when I’m wrong.”

You rolled your eyes, was he really starting another argument with you? “And you’re telling me this why?”

“Because of what happened in the cafeteria—“

“Obviously. I’m asking why are you telling me about Trey.”

Riddle hummed, before taking a deep breath. “Because he reprimanded me before I came here. He told me that I was wrong for the way I’ve been treating you.”

“And you needed him to tell you that?” You said in disbelief. You couldn’t believe that—

“No, I knew all along that I was.”

“So why continue to be so nasty to me?”

“Because I didn’t know how to handle my emotions…and I didn’t know how to face you.”

You stopped sweeping, giving your full attention to the housewarden. A part of you felt your blood start to boil again, but another part was genuinely curious and needed to know. He eventually turned, taking a few steps towards you, meeting you head on.

“My behavior was more than appalling, and I’m ashamed of it.” He tugged on the bottom of his uniform, eyes darting away from yours. The sight before you almost made your mouth drop—Riddle Rosehearts, the housewarden that’s been so cold towards you, showing remorse?

“It’s still somewhat…difficult for me to make friends. And when our friendship was beginning to grow, it made me anxious and had me lashing out on you for no reason.” Riddle locked eyes with you, steadying his voice.

“I let my insecurities guide me instead of having a conversation with you. And for that, I apologize.”

A petty part of you wanted to drag this on for long as possible, but seeing Riddle be so vulnerable had you changing your mind. You groaned, you hated that he had to be so mature about everything now— and how it had you regretting your words from before.

“I won’t say that it’s okay because it’s not— especially when you were about to use your signature spell— but…I accept your apology. And I’m sorry for the things that I said earlier. I was obviously upset, but it didn’t make it right to throw low blows.”

You propped the broom up against the desk, extending a hand forward. “I’m willing to try and put this behind me and start over if you are.”

Riddle’s flinched back, shock written over his face before it settled. He glanced down at your hand, his gloved one finally meeting yours, a soft smile lining his lips.

“I am.”

It was a little cute to see how the no-nonsense housewarden tried to hide how giddy he was, but you were also fighting a losing battle.

You were both secretly hoping that this marked a new turning point in your relationship, no matter how far it could go, for the better.

[bluessmau]

Not Unsolicited

In which the Overblot Boys send Fem!Reader a dick-pic, and Reader ends up liking it.

Requested by Anon. Early relationship.

Warnings: 18+, Fem!Reader (AFAB and MtF-friendly), OOC, sending of nudes, consensual reception of nudes (Reader likes receiving it), mentions of sex, mentions of virginity

Riddle Rosehearts

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Jamil Viper

Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

[bluessmutifyplaylist]

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.

[alastor-simp]

"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.)

[coralinnii]

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.” 

[blues824]

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.

[nerinefy]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ A LIFE WITH HIM ; FT. some OVERBLOT BOYS .𖥔 ݁ ˖

★ synopsis: how will they be like as your partner?

★ details: you/yours | headcanon | too much fluff | 1,000+ words

✦ ┊RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ not too big on PDA, so expect that the most skin-to-skin contact you two can have outside is the occasional hand-holding. he likes it when he's the one initiating the gesture whenever you two are out and about since he still can't help but have the need to be in control even after his overblot (like leading you to places and making sure ur still by his side).

★ he doesn't admit it but he loves when you link your arm with his and nuzzle your face into his shoulder (although he will still scold you if you do it) ESPECIALLY when he's in a mood and is almost about to off the heads of some rule-breakers OR maybe when you're giving too much attention to a rando because he may not admit it but he's greedy and wants your eyes on him only (but he's a gentleman and will never speak about it, only dismissing his inappropriate thoughts.)

★ in private though he's just a snuggly little cuddle bug, even more so if he's tired or stressed or most likely both. so many responsibilities are piled up on his plate just in his second year so the only thing that keeps his shit together is your warm and loving embrace. HE'S A SMALL SPOON. NO BACKSIES, okay maybe he's a big spoon if you're the one who needs a little more loving.

GIFT-GIVING

★ i mean from the name itself ROSEHEARTS, roses are his go-to (he's corny but we love him like that), but if you have a different favorite flower then he'll get those, and if you're allergic he'll try to make those handmade ones! although a little sloppy, pretty successful for his first try. overall he likes giving the traditional gifts like bouquets, stuffed animals, and chocolates :) but if he gets to know you more it might be more personal and intimate stuff that fits your tastes, and of course, should be of use to you too.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever you're stuck on a study session late at night he likes inviting you to take a break and brew some tea for you. he'll even share some sweets that Trey gave him. although he won't leave you alone after he finds you like that, instead he pulls out some reviewers he has and helps you work on whatever you find difficult to understand.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Our race is nowhere near finished, so please my rose, stay strong, I know you can and want to do so. I am always by your side okay?"

✦ ┊LEONA KINGSCHOLAR

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ hugs, hugs, and MORE HUGS. just lots of hugs! doesn't matter if he's a big spoon or small spoon, he needs you by his side 24/7, 365. he just has to have his scent all over you u know, half-breed things. this man is just lazing around anywhere so might as well bring his favorite pillow with him. and no, he doesn't care if you have class and need to take a test worth half your grade, he needs you more! ★ of course, he doesn't have long-ass hair for nothing, go be his peasant and brush it, most preferably with your fingers if he's having a good hair day. your soft fingers massaging his scalp are quite literally going to take him to heaven, and he'll have no regrets tho so go pocket something if that happens. ★ he doesn't pick favorites when it comes to giving and receiving physical affection, he just wants his hands all over you and if the job is done then he's good.

GIFT-GIVING

★ honestly man, i don't know with him. he's raised right so of course he gives you stuff like flowers and so on. on the other hand tho he isn't the type to know what you like and will most likely just ask you what you want him to give you. maybe he'll just take you to go fetch them at the store itself if he isn't sure. but on special days like your birthday or your anniversary (assuming ya'll would last more than a week), he actually tries and it's pretty sweet and more elaborate.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he's forcibly on a call with his brother, which surprisingly is turning into a regular thing, if Farena asks about how he's doing, Leona likely ends up only yapping about you. i mean yeah he missed his last test and he spent his allowance for the month in a week but does Farena know about the time you were mumbling Leona's name in your sleep? he will deny it if he's called out for doing so. NO, HE DID NOT PERIOD. *hangs up*

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whatever you're thinking of, don't. It's stupid. As much as I don't like admitting this, you're strong, and even more than most beastmen if you set your mind to your goals."

✦ ┊AZUL ASHENGROTTO

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECEIVING)

★ man's busy all the time so it's hard to get your hands on him. even if he's not busy, he will sprint for his life just to get away from you. not that he dislikes your affection, the concept is just a little foreign to him. give him time to adjust, then you'll find out how soft his tentacles are! ★ when he's actually busy and working on stuff in his office (when the time comes and he's comfortable) he likes it when you flop yourself on his lap and nuzzle into his chest. he feels guilty that he can't give full focus to you since his schedule truly is packed but you inviting yourself into his office at late hours of the day just to snuggle comforts and assures him in some way. he'll definitely find more time for you, he's trying his best lol! ★ overall he isn't one to initiate the touching even if he's fully vulnerable for you. idk too ask him about it. he's just happy you like him enough that you cling unto him. but if you ask him he may favor hand-holding the most, it may be the least contact but feeling your hand on his is enough for him.

GIFT-GIVING

★ HE KNOWS EVERYTHING. i'm not even kidding, even when it's no special day he'd likely buy stuff just because it reminded him of you or when you coincidentally need it which is pretty cute but can be a little creepy.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ i saw a fic back then that said he gives you some coupons and by some i mean a TON in hopes that you visit the Lounge and that is absolutely true. though he forgets you two are together and he can ask you nicely to come over but who can say no to 30% off all menu items?

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "My, how could I ever deny what that cute head of yours and those strong arms of yours can do! You are a valuable asset to me...what kind of asset? Well...it's up to you to decide."

✦ ┊JAMIL VIPER

PHYSICAL AFFECTION (GIVING & RECIEVING)

★ he's also busy, honestly might be one of the, or if not the busiest of all of these guys. when you two have time to be together tho, even if he's knocked out and drained, he'll never show it. but i can say that's only during the early stages of your relationship with him and depending on how you two met. he likes to present himself in his best state and he really can't do so with his schedule so eventually he just melts and the next thing you know he's hugging you from the back any chance he gets and you feel his heartbeat turn slower by the minute. ★ for those moments that he sees you out and about though he likes patting your cute lil head, no matter what your height is. though he is trying to be a little adventurous with you so he leans in to caress your hair gently and suddenly you're met with a quick smooch. (only when there's no one else in sight so yeah adventurous my ass) ★ like leona, he loves it when you play with his hair, and he does not like to admit it. just remember to keep it neat and use a brush while you're at it, plus a facial and maybe a massage because i know those muscles are TIGHT.

GIFT-GIVING

★ his gifts reek of HANDMADE. idk he has those vibes. handmade flowers, or some origami of cute animals, but he likes giving you handwritten letters the most. it can be hard to communicate his real feelings to you so writing is a way for him to freely and easily express those feelings.

THE SIMPLE THINGS

★ whenever he cooks for Kalim or just whenever he cooks, he suddenly has some leftovers that he decided he'd pack up for you. can't bring himself up to say that excuse so he just gives it to you and walks away.

WORD AFFIRMATIONS

★ "Whining is useless. Do the things you're good at, stop worrying about the things you can't. Oh, I'm sorry...did that come off too harsh?"

★ author's note: congratulate me for coming back. BASK IN MY GLORIOUS PRESCENCE. (i missed u guys too ig)

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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!”

[rabioa]

˙⋆✮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.

[mochinomnoms]

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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[asterafroditis]

Hiii! I was wondering if you'd be willing to write a riddle x gn!reader? Specifically, something in which reader is part of heartslabyul, and a major rule breaker, but somehow they manage to defend themselves against riddle's collar everytime (if it's through their UM or another quick spell is up to you), so it's basically a rivalry where riddle tries to get them to follow the rules and reader just teases him constantly and riles him up. But teasing riddle is like their way of getting their attention and it's low-key working yk? Is this alright? I hope you're having a great day btw!

𐔌 . ⋮ caught red-handed .ᐟ ֹ ₊ ꒱

☓┆Riddle Rosehearts' x troublemaker gn! reader

𓏵 578 words

ᝰ.ᐟ 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, unestablished relationship with reader, fluff

Had fun writing this so I hope it fulfills your exact request ヾ(＾-＾)ノ feel free to like, reblog, or comment!

ᝰ.ᐟ masterlist

"Rule number two hundred forty-nine," Riddle snapped, scarlet eyes blazing as he pointed an accusatory finger. "You must wear pink while feeding the flamingos! Pink, not—whatever that is!"

You glanced down at your outfit—casual Heartslabyul uniform, pristine except for the red ribbon you’d lazily looped around your wrist. Not pink, sure, but close enough in your book.

With an exaggerated sigh, you tossed a handful of pellets toward the flamingos. "Oh no, Heartslabyul’s delicate ecosystem is ruined because I’m not wearing pastel." You shot Riddle a teasing grin. "Guess you’ll have to collar me, Housewarden."

Riddle’s lips parted, undoubtedly to shout "Off with your head!"—but you were faster.

The moment the telltale glow of his magic circle flickered to life, you flicked your wand, casting a quick counterspell that fizzled out his collar like a candle in the wind.

"Too slow," you sang, spinning on your heel and strolling toward the garden path.

Riddle sputtered, clearly caught between outrage and disbelief. "Again? How do you keep—no, I refuse to let this slide! Rule-breakers will not be tolerated under my watch!"

"You say that every time, Housewarden," you called over your shoulder, "but I’m still standing here, rulebook intact."

This little dance had become routine. You’d break some ridiculous rule—like sipping lemonade with honey at 8:01 PM or daring to pick a flower on a Wednesday—and Riddle would storm over, spell at the ready, only for you to deflect it like clockwork.

It drove him insane.

"Rule-breakers like you are the bane of Heartslabyul’s order!" he'd seethe.

But you knew better. Beneath the frustration, there was always that slight pink dusting his cheeks, the twitch of his lips when you threw a particularly cheeky remark his way.

Like now, when you stood on a stool during the evening tea party, dramatically holding up a cup of non-herbal tea.

"Breaking rule one-fifty-three!" you declared. "Herbal tea only in the evenings? Boring. I prefer black. Go on, Riddle, do your worst."

The glow of his magic circle bloomed. Your counterspell shattered it instantly.

Riddle’s eye twitched. "You’re insufferable!"

"And yet, you’re still here, chasing me like a protagonist in a romance novel," you teased, hopping down from the stool and sidling up to him. "Should I start calling you my knight in shining armor, Housewarden Rosehearts?"

The blush that spread across his cheeks was worth every detention you’d narrowly escaped.

But the thing about teasing someone like Riddle was that, eventually, the tables would turn.

One day, after you’d accidentally left a marron tart on the Unbirthday Tea Party table (rule 562, whoops), you sauntered into the lounge, fully prepared to deflect another collar.

Except Riddle was already there, arms crossed, gaze steady.

"No counterspell this time?" he asked, almost smug.

You blinked. "Huh?"

He stepped forward, eyes gleaming with something that looked suspiciously like triumph. "You've gotten predictable. I asked Trey to borrow your wand for 'inspection.' It’s currently locked in my study."

Your mouth fell open.

"Off with your head," Riddle said sweetly.

The collar snapped into place before you could even think of a comeback.

And damn it, the worst part?

He looked smugly adorable about it.

You sighed, half-exasperated, half-impressed. "Guess you finally caught me, Housewarden."

Riddle’s smile softened, just a touch. "I always do, eventually."

And maybe, just maybe, you didn’t mind so much.

[naru-thebest]

How (almost every) Twisted wonderland characters react to you asking them, "What are we?"

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(But they don't want you, prepare to be humbled. Reader is Yuu!!

feat. Riddle, Trey, Cater, Ace, Deuce, Leona, Ruggie and Jack)

This is my apology for my previous post, I shouldn't have tagged it xreader 😞🙏🏻

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

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Riddle Rosehearts

Trey Clover

Carter Diamond

Ace Trappola

Deuce Spade

Leona Kingscholar

Ruggie Bucchi

Jack Howl

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Inspo: @bluessmau and @semiloml on tiktok!! :)

[bluessmau]

Accidental Confessions

In which GN!Reader texts the Housewardens thinking it's their friend instead, thus accidentally confessing to them.

Pre-relationship to newly established relationship. GN!Reader. Fluff. Requested by Anon. Some of these have switched names bcs this is pre-relationship, just fyi.

Riddle Rosehearts

Leona Kingscholar

Azul Ashengrotto

Kalim Al-Asim

Vil Schoenheit

Idia Shroud

Malleus Draconia

[azaleax-x]

if you’re taking requests for said X reader, you’ll NEVER guess which Housewarden I want <3.

Riddle. RIDDLERIDDLERIDDLERIDDLE BARKBARKABRKABRK. Ahem… tangled AU, please, for the love of god.

(I would also settle for Azul or Epel <3. I have a type LOL)

ALSO I WAS ON YOUR CHARACTER AI AND I MISREAD THE RIDDLE BOT AS ‘impregnated’ INSTEAD OF INTERROGATED

MY BRAIN IMMEDIATELY WENT TO THE KINGDOM DANCE!! It's so iconic. I have the song in my playlist. TOO GOATED. I know people probably want the lantern scene but erm... maybe part 2 guys.. part 2...

I know Rapunzel is the one who starts the whole dance, but I ERMM didn't know how in character that would be for Riddle. So, reader is the one initiating it!! Sorry guys!!

Notes: Reader is GN, not proofread, might write part 2 with the lanterns, first time writing a real fanfiction after a billion years

Kingdom Dance (Rapunzel! Riddle Rosehearts x Flynn Rider! Reader)

or, at least, my twist of the Kingdom Dance...

Loud laughter can be heard from miles away. Shoes clack against the concrete to go with the rhythm of the music. The people who are not dancing are clapping, echoing the beat of the music. The atmosphere is lively, even the elderly are having a fun time.

And then there's Riddle.

He takes a step back as a couple whirl past him, catching a glimpse of their joyful faces.

How overstimulating... He thinks.

His hand subconsciously goes to rake through his hair, a habit he does to keep his nerves still, but he is reminded that the local kids braided it for him. A feat that he never knew was possible. How was he even dragged into this..?

He looks back at the bustling dance floor, his eyes immediately finding you, the culprit of his rebellious behavior.

You're laughing in glee as you twirl with a stranger, somehow not losing the rhythm of the dance. You had managed to create this whole phenomenon by yourself, a sight that would give his mother a heart attack! Just at the thought of his mother makes him take another step back, wanting to be away from the *horrible crime scene*.

Then you make eye contact with him, causing him to freeze up. Riddle watches as you stop dancing, giving him a grin that he has learned to -adore- hate. You make a hand motion for him to come over, but he just furrows his eyebrows. He was hoping you would give up at his stubbornness, but his heart could only beat faster as you sighed in defeat and walked *toward* him. It's just the nerves, he tells himself. Why would he be excited at the idea of you inviting him to dance? With you??

"Riddle! Why don't you come and join me?" You ask loudly over the music, to which he just scoffs at the question. You already knew the answer, and yet, you waited for him to speak.

"Why should I? This is just... wrong! My mother would be disappointed in me," Riddle responds, voice dripping with annoyance. He tries to stand his ground, but the urge to join you gets stronger each second, and he feels like you could see through him.

"You helped me escape the guards. At a pub." You retort, "I'm pretty sure dancing is the least of your concerns."

"...." His face turns red as he clenches his hand in offense. Riddle hates the shit-eating grin on your face, wanting to wipe it off.

"Well-!" Before he could snap at you, you go to grab both of his hands, dragging him to the middle. In a way, he's thankful that you did so since he would most likely spew out something embarrassing to defend himself.

"Exactly! So, come on! Don't be a bum," you laugh, and he hates himself for perking his head up at the sound of your laughter.

You can't help but find his mindset a bit hilarious. He snuck out of the tower, *willingly*, too! According to your calculations, that might be a bigger offense. "Worst case scenario is that we get chased by guards, but we can be discreet."

"As if! Anybody is going to recognize you from your wanted poster. You're literally posing in it! Are you even listening? Stop dragging me-!" He stammers his usual complaints, stumbling as he tries to keep up with you, accidentally bumping into a few people. He doesn't even have time to apologize since you're a little too excited dragging him to the middle. Somehow, he doesn't have the heart to pull away, not wanting to see the dejected look on your face.

"I would ask if anyone taught you manners..." He trails off with a disappointed look, averting his eyes to look at a wanted poster with your face on it. It looks like you're posing for a photoshoot...

"And did anyone teach you not to trust strangers? Not everyone is truthful like me!" You bite back playfully, trying to withhold your giggles since he would most likely hit you with his pan again.

Despite his irk at your snide remarks, his eyes are always on your face, admiring the playful gleam in your eyes. He knew you were a criminal, someone he shouldn't even be talking to, but he can't help that he desires to be closer to you.

You quickly take the initiative, putting a hand on his hip and taking his left hand in yours. Riddle becomes red at the proximity, but your warmth allows him to slowly ease up. With defeat upon knowing that he won't be able to leave, he finally allows his lips to form a small but soft smile at your childlike glee.

"It's really simple, okay? We just twirl and jump around with the rhythm of the music! Try not to step on my feet, though," you lightly tease him, starting with slow movements for his sake.

"Those are rather vague instructions. Is there a rulebook? What if I mess up?" He worries, a little too much in your opinion. You watch him stumble for a moment, often having to hold him up with your arm around his waist.

"It's called following the flow, silly." You can only lightly tease him for now since the poor soul is nervous as hell.

With every small mistake he makes, you squeeze his hand reassuringly, encouraging him to keep going. You're patient with him as he tries to keep up with your steps, gradually increasing the pace. He keeps his eyes on you, slowly joining your small laughing fit as he gets the hang of it. His hesitance has faded, and for the first time in his life, he feels at genuine ease. He isn't living in fear of his mother seeing him. He isn't worried about completing a textbook full of complicated problem. He's only worried about staying with you, not wanting to let you go just yet.

To your surprise, he starts taking the lead. He spins both of your around with a childish laugh, making *you* the one stumbling around. His long braid flows with the breeze, the flowers somehow staying on with all the movement.

"Who would think you would be the one stumbling now?" Riddle teases you with a smug expression, a rare sight for you. You were used to the scowls and sneers, but this? You huff to distract yourself from your reddening cheeks.

You want to form a retort since you hated to be beaten in your own game of banter, but the music comes to an end, which didn't even realize until now. Riddle, with his sudden boldness and wanting to end strong, he pulls you closer to him, chest to chest. You guys look at each other for a moment, your eyes widening. Riddle's lips are in a soft smile, his hair now having stray aways from dancing so vigorously. To notice his eyes glancing down at your lips, causing you to tighten them into a line as the sudden wave of nervousness hits you.

The moment is interrupted when the crowd cheers and claps for you both. This is where Riddle comes back to reality, quickly pulling away. You guys didn't even know you were the star of the show! He quickly tucks a small strand of hair behind his ear, not knowing what to do with all of the attention. To his surprise (not really), you burst out laughing.

"WOW! Talk about being discreet, huh?" You giggling heartily, not looking away from him. He can only mentally roll his eyes, but your giggling is contagious as he soon joins you.

"Yeah..." His laughter dies on as he goes back to focusing on you.

As much as he hates to pretend otherwise, he has grown fond of you, the sole person who is willing to show him what life has to offer. Maybe in the end, even after the lanterns, you're willing to stay by his side.

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I think what I struggle with is focusing on the reader 💔

As a c.ai bot creator, I'm used to focusing only on the character. So, THIS IS DIFFERENT. I TRIED GUYS... PLEASE DON'T BULLY ME

[alastor-simp]

Taking Care Of My Rose - Riddle Roseheart x Sick Fem Reader

Summary- You are suffering from an illness and are unable to attend class because of it. What you didn’t expect was your red haired boyfriend to take care of you

Tags: Riddle Roseheart x Reader, Fluff, Sick Reader, Romance, Riddle is such a gentleman, cute, taking care of sick reader, riddle and reader are a couple, Couples

Notes: Getting back into writing for Twisted Wonderland. Wanted to do a sick fanfic with the little red headed dorm leader cutie. Enjoy!

*RAMSHACKLE DORM*

“NYAHH! MINION! WHY DID YOU FORGET TO WAKE ME UP!?!?” A loud cry had awoken you from your slumber. Groggily waking up, you looked to see Grim, glaring at you from the floor, ears flaming with anger. Slowly getting up from the bed, you moved over to place your feet on the ground, looking at Grim, apologetically. "I'm sorry Grim. I'm getting up." The minute you said that and stood up from the bed, your vision went blurry and you felt your knees grow weak, causing you to collapse to the ground, earning a shocked cry from Grim. "AH! MINION! ARE YOU OKAY?" You heard the little patter of paws moving closer to you, Grim face peering at you with concern. Your vision was slowly coming back, but now you felt like it was 100 degrees right now and you began to shiver. Grim continue to eye you with concern, moving to place his paw hand against your head. "Your head is very warm."

You tried to get up from the ground, but there was no energy in your legs to move, thankfully the ramshackle ghosts flew in and helped you up, placing you back on to the bed. "Thank you." The ghosts gave a smile before disappearing. Placing a hand on your head, you felt the warmth radiating off on you, making you realize that you probably have come down with something. "I'm sorry Grim, It looks like your going to have to go to class without me today." You spoke to Grim, as he still looked worried. "I'll be okay Grim. Just let the teachers know that I'm sick okay?" Grim gave you a nod, and scattered away to the front door, leaving you alone.

You maneuvered your body to lay back against the bed, pulling the blanket back over yourself. Since you didn't have any meds at the moment, you were gonna have to sleep the sickness off, hoping that you had enough energy to head to Sam's to purchase some medicine. It would have been nice if Crowley provided you with some proper necessities when you first arrived in this world, but knowing how irresponsible he was, you expected him not to care. Heaving a sigh, your adjusted your head on the pillow, hoping you would be able to fall asleep.

**4 Hours Later**

A sudden softness was placed on your forehead, causing you to arouse from your sleep. Upon opening your eyes, your vision unblurred seeing a certain red headed person gazing at you. "Ah, you are awake." A regal voice spoke to you. It took you a minute to realize it was Riddle, the dorm leader of Heartslabyul, dressed in his school uniform, who was looking down above you, as you laid on your bed. Widening your eyes, you were surprised to see him here. "Oh Riddle! What are you doing here?" You lifted your body a bit off the bed, going from laying down to sitting on it. Riddle's usual stern eyes were gazing at you with softness, as continued to stand near your bed. "Grim had announced your sudden ailment to the whole class when he arrived. Professor Trein understood and made it aware to the other teachers as well after class. Trey and the others wanted to attend and see how you were doing, but I told them I would be the one to check on you and see how you were doing, as well as bring the assignments that you missed during class."

You smiled that your friends cared so much about you, and happy that Riddle had come to see you, but you knew this was a burden to him, since he had many duties he needed to perform at his dorm. "I'm happy you came to check on me, Riddle, but you can head back." Riddle's grayish blue eyes gave you a strict gaze, as he crossed his arms in front of his chest. "My duties at Heartslabyul can be postponed at the moment. Besides according to the Rule: 809- The queen must make sure all of her subjects are taking care of when sick." You giggled at that, telling Riddle he made that up. His cheeks had flared pink after you said that, head turned to the side in embarrassment, "A-and If I did, what of it?" Aww it was cute how much of a tsundere he was. "Riddle, you could have just said you were worried about me." Riddle froze at that, mouth opening and closing like a fish, before he heaved a sigh, looking a you with kind eyes and a soft smile. "I-I was worried for you."

His hand reached over and patted your head, before moving to place against your forehead again, checking your temperature. "Oh dear, you are burning up! When had you taken your medicine?" You had told Riddle, who hadn't taken anything, which caused him to widen his eyes in shock. "YOU HAVE BEEN HERE ALL BY YOURSELF AND HAD NOT TAKEN ANY FORM OF MEDICINE OR CONSUMED ANY FOOD OR DRINK?!?" His voice had reached a booming volume, causing you to wince. "I don't have any of that stuff in this dorm. Crowley doesn't provide me with enough Thaumarks to afford any of that stuff. I was hoping to rest a bit and then if I felt better, I would get something at Sams." Riddle wasn't upset at you, he was just more mad that you weren't getting proper care. He was, however, enraged with the headmage. He did offer to give you a place to stay, but to think he had neglected to give you enough funds and necessities to live at the dorm, had him fuming. If he was in front of him right now, he would Off With His Head.

Calming down, Riddle gazed at you apologetically, "I sincerely apologize for raising my voice. I am not angry with you, but you will not be able to heal the sickness that way." Riddle had risen from the chair, and started to make his way to out of your room. "I will go get the necessary supplements from Sam. It will only be a moment, so I instruct you to remain in bed. Understood?" Riddle had turned his head back to look at you, and you nodded at his statement before settling back down on the bed. As you watched him leave the room, your eyes grew heavy again and you drifted back to sleep.

**A Couple Minutes Later**

You woke up to the sounds of the door opening, and lifted you head to see Riddle had come back, carrying a tray. His hair was a bit unkept and his clothes looked a bit ruffled as he walked closer to you. Making his way towards you, he sat back down on the chair, and placed the tray on the nearby table. Grabbing the bowl from the tray, Riddle handed it to you. "I have prepared some tomato soup for you. It should be enough to fill you up and help with the sickness. After your done, I'll give you some medicine to take." The bowl in your hands was warm, and the broth was a very dark red, which warmed your heart. "I didn't know you could cook Riddle." You smiled back at Riddle, as his face flushed a bit. "I-it is my second attempt at preparing something like this. I had cooked for Trey when he was sick with Lilia-senpais help, but from what I have heard from Sebek and Silver, it was a dire mistake to have asked him, but Trey didn't complain and ate it all." Riddle face had drew into a soft smile, as he remembered that time he tended for the vice dorm lead. Your heart soared seeing Riddle like this, behind all that stern exterior and going by the rules attitude, he was a kind loving boy, who cared deeply for those he cared about.

Thanking Riddle for the soup, you grabbed the spoon and lifted it to your mouth, tasting it. You hummed at the pleasant taste, it wasn't overly amazing, but it wasn't bad either, it was simple, which warmed you greatly. "Its good." You saw Riddles shoulders untense, as his body relaxed, knowing now that the soup he made was satisfactory and not a disaster. After you had finished eating, you handed the bowl back to Riddle, as he placed it down, and then grabbed a glass of water, and some pills that were on the tray, "Here you go. This should help with the fever and body aches." Grabbing the medicine, you swallowed it and chase it down after with water. "Thank you." Riddle responded back with a nod, as he placed the glass back down, then grabbed a cooling pad and placed it on your forehead, causing you to giggle, causing Riddle to raise an eyebrow. "May I ask why you are laughing?" "Sorry..sorry. It's just seeing you like this. So different from how you usually are at your dorm" Riddle stilled at that, not expecting that response. Darting his head down, his hands began to twiddle, something he often detested when others did it. "My past was always rules, rules, rules, study, study, study......there was never a time for me to engage in other things or interact with others, except Trey and Chenya, but they were rare occurrences. The more I spend time with you, the more I discover new things and different sides to myself."

His eyes remained downcast, but his face held new resolution. This is the riddle you have grew the love, yet his bossy side was adorable too. "Well I like both sides of you, if you were wondering." Giving him a playful smile, Riddle couldn't hold back a laugh from seeing it on your face, returning your little flirt, with his trademark smirk, "Heh~ You're quite a bold one, aren't you, my rose." His fingers then raised to give your forehead a little flick, which only made you giggle more. "Come now, its time for you to get some rest. You won't be able to make a full recovery like this." His fingers pointed to the pillow on your bed, instructing you to lay down, which you did. Settling yourself against on the bed, you turned to your side to gaze at Riddle. "Will you stay by my side until I fall asleep?" Riddle smiled kindly back at you, moving closer from where he was seated, giving your forehead a soft kiss. "I will." Leaning back, Riddle started to hum a soft melody for you, helping you to fall back asleep. After a few minutes, your eyes had shut, and your breathing had slowed. His gray eyes remained locked on you, admiring how soft you looked when asleep. Getting up from the chair, Riddle was ready to depart from you, making a mental note to remind himself to check on you again later. As he made his way towards the door, he turned back around, peering at you one more time. "Sweet dreams, my rose."

-END-

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@crazed-flower , @darischerry ,

@lillyisfreakyy

[coralinnii]

Hi! How's it going?

Can I please request Leona, Riddle, Cater and Ace reacting to the reader wearing someone else's jacket?

‧₊˚✧New Jacket, Who Dis? ‧₊˚✧

↳ forgetting your jacket and wearing someone else’s  

feat: Leona ❋ Riddle ❋ Cater ❋ Ace genre: humor, fluff note: no pronouns used for reader, reader is implied to be smaller than Floyd, nicknames used for reader (cutie, babe, baby), established relationships, reader is implied to be from Ramshackle,

I swear I will get these requests completed even if it kills me. Damn my tendency to go into hibernation during winter! Anyway, hope you guys enjoy the reading ^///^

Part 1 2.7k followers writing event

Leona has jackets? 

I mean, you were sure Leona owns a plethora of high-end jackets and outerwear of the finest fabrics but be it a preference or perhaps too much of an effort, you rarely see the beastman wear anything other than a shirt and at best a dorm-mandated vest.

So, when you feel a chill down your spine on your way to class, the idea of asking your boyfriend for a jacket did not cross your mind. Can’t ask for what you’ve never seen.

A classmate of yours saw your pitiful form and offered you his school blazer. Something better than nothing, he thought. 

Grateful, you were quick to take up his kind offer and practically snuggled your face into it for warmth. Now in a better mood, you got through the first half of the day and quickly made your way to the greenhouse where you suspect a certain lion beastman is hiding. 

But it seems that said beastman wasn’t in high spirits as you were when with narrowed eyes and a clenched jaw, he raised his palm towards you signaling you to step no closer to him. 

An unfamiliar scent unpleasantly wafted through Leona’s territory, and to his annoyance, you appeared to be the source of it. 

No, not you…That wretched jacket.

Leona doesn’t have to ask. He can surmise the situation on his own, the weather was chilly, you being stupid enough to leave without something cozy, and some brave or stupid herbivore handing you something with his scent even though you were the partner of a beastman. Though irritating, logically this was not something surprising… but he doesn’t have to like it regardless. 

And he doesn’t. 

Pointing towards you, he further narrowed his gaze on the jacket that has tainted you with its irritating stench of another man. “Oi, take it off.” 

Though confused, you did as he said (lest you want him even grumpier, you thought) and placed your friend’s jacket onto Leona’s outstretched hand. 

Suddenly and without warning, the dark-haired upperclassman harshly tossed the fabric to a random direction, with such feelings of disgust and annoyance radiating off from Leona, you would think the jacket spat in his meal or something. 

But no matter how many times you tried to ask for his reasons or how many times you begged him to let you go after pulling you into his arms so you could retrieve the abandoned jacket, Leona said nothing as he kept his grip strong around you as he fell asleep once more, lulled by your unobstructed scent. 

“Ruggie can grab my jacket for you so quit harping about it…You feel bad for Ruggie for the trouble? Tch, who’s fault you think that is?”

Riddle’s appearance is perfect to a T. From his bow tie to his socks, the Heartslabyul housewarden chooses his attire to what is required; nothing is missing and nothing in excess. 

Basically, he wouldn’t have a spare jacket nor can he part away from the required blazer of his school uniform despite how he honestly wanted to. 

You understood his hesitance completely and didn’t probe further. Unfortunately, it left you noticeably shivering, and Floyd just had to mention your shivering form akin to a jittery guppy. Learning your predicament, the tall mischief-maker had a fun idea. 

Which led to you finally leaving the classroom after Floyd finished his giggling fit seeing you looking practically devoured by his jacket. Floyd is a tall eel merman so the length of the sleeves and hem were certainly longer than an average uniform. 

“Go ahead and wear it, just give it back later.” The sophomore graciously lent his jacket to you, but you suspected that he just wanted to prolong the humiliation.

At least you were grateful he wasn’t there to laugh at you when Riddle saw you in this mortifying position. The taller student would have probably coughed up his human lungs from laughing at your boyfriend's stunned expression. 

“I…What is…” Riddle was dumbfounded. The sight of his beloved being swallowed by a jacket was not something he suspected. It is an amusing image to see, but definitely odd. 

What’s the procedure for this? This was hardly appropriate school attire, but Riddle was stumped as to what to do next since he can’t think of a rule that addresses your lover being dressed in someone else’s jacket in a comical fashion. 

Despite unable to complete his prior sentence, you knew what Riddle wanted to know. “…It’s Floyd’s. He thought it’d be funny.” 

There was a burning sensation bubbling in Riddle when he thought about the Octavinelle rascal, how close and unnecessarily clingy he probably was to you as he took glee in his nonsensical pranks. Then, an unpleasant thought sat in the redhead’s mind as he watched you roll up the sleeves of Floyd’s jacket draped over your form. That eel gave you his jacket while Riddle, your boyfriend, didn’t.

"I supposed I should have expected this, given my choice."

Riddle let out a sigh before extending a hand to you, his face flushing a familiar red hue. “It may be redundant, but perhaps I could offer my own jacket? A warmer one at least, I wouldn’t want you to needlessly catch a cold.” 

Happily, you took the sweet redhead’s offer. Walking together hand-in-hand, Riddle thought he could spare you a scolding about forgetting your jacket in the first place, so long as you rectify his mood by wearing his jacket instead. 

“As your boyfriend it should be my duty to protect and care for you, no one else’s.”

Cater would have no problem with sharing his jacket with you, if he can take some cute pictures of course. His wardrobe has a mixture of trendy and cool clothing due to his time at the Pop Music Club. It wasn't a matter of what he could offer but rather his time to even give this offer.

It was today of all days that he couldn’t find time to himself since there were some last-minute preparations needed for the Unbirthday party. You felt too guilty and nervous to suddenly ask your boyfriend for a jacket in all this commotion, so you tried to handle the cold without one. 

However, a classmate of yours was observant enough to notice your predicament and handed his jacket for the time being. 

You’ve stuck around the Unbirthday party, waiting for the festivities to settle and relax before scanning through the crowd to find the man with a beautiful shade of orange hair. 

But your boyfriend was quicker to find you as he surprised you first, covering your eyes from behind. “Guess who, cutie~?” 

Laughing, you didn’t bother to answer as you immediately spun around to leap straight into Cater’s arms, to which Cater happily returned in kind. 

“Looks like you got yourself some new threads. Almost couldn’t find you, cutie.” Referring to your newly acquired jacket, Cater could see the Heartslabyul emblem sewed onto its sleeve. Raising a quizzical brow, Cater questioned you, “Did you get it from the Adeuce duo?” 

His guess was wrong though as you told him a classmate of yours offered you his jacket, pointing him in the distance with his friends. Well now, that’s interesting. If it were one of his or your friends, that’s fine and dandy…but a random classmate…

Cater genuinely appreciated that his little underclassmen are chivalrous enough to help their fellow peers, but he admits that it’s a little different when it involves you. You’re special to him after all and he gotta make sure only he gets to give you the best boyfie treatment. 

With a smile on his face, Cater gently coaxed you out from the jacket before walking towards the oblivious student. “Let’s give him back his jacket, then we can head over to my room. I’ve got the perfect jacket for you to try out ♪”

“My cutie looks so ‘cammable in my jacket! This is definitely going on Magicam ♪ Oh, should we get matching couple outfits~?"

“Are you ever gonna stop sulking and tell me what’s wrong, Ace?”

“...” 

It doesn’t matter how long you two were dating, Ace would tease you so much if you ask for his jacket, it’s almost not worth it. You could already hear the redhead’s cheeky voice in your head. “Aww, is my baby feeling cold? Do you need your amazing boyfriend to warm you up?” 

Feeling a little petty and not in the mood for his teasing, you instead asked Deuce if he could spare his extra jacket for you. To your luck, he had his track team jacket on hand that he could offer to you. 

Warm and cozy, you met up with Ace who, upon seeing you, unceremoniously draped himself over you as he let out a deep sigh. “Ahh, I was so cold today. Thank Sevens you’re so warm.” 

Rolling your eyes affectionately, you wrapped your arms around him and rubbed his back soothingly. Glad you didn’t ask for his jacket, then. 

But as Ace shifted around in your arms, he looked over your jacket from his angle and felt a sneaking suspicion that he had seen it before…but not on you. “Hey babe, where’d you get the jacket from?” 

“Oh, it’s Deuce’s track team jacket. I borrowed it ‘cuz I forgot mine back at Ramshackle.” 

Which led to this predicament in Ace’s room, with the pouty freshman giving you the cold shoulder. Granted, it’s rather cute to see your boyfriend react so childishly over a jacket, but you’d preferred some cuddles right about now. 

But Ace kept on with his act. It may seem like an overreaction but to Ace, knowing that you asked for Deuce instead of him first left a sour taste in his mouth and a blow to his ego. He’s supposed to be your boyfriend, ain’t he? 

You sighed, having no choice but to “right your wrong”, then. 

Crawling to where your lover was, you leaned into the crook of his neck as your arms circled his waist. “Don’t be mad, I’m so cold and I need my strong, handsome boyfriend to warm me up with hugs~ Aaacceee…” 

Still met with silence, you upped the ante and started to press small pecks against his neck where you felt were getting hot and bumpy from your touch. Hiding your satisfied smile, you continued your onslaught of praises and coos. 

Damn you and your cuteness, he thought. Breaking his cold facade, Ace groaned in frustration as he pulled you into his arms, giving into the cuddles you wanted. 

“If you need something, you’d better be thinking of me first before anyone else, especially Deuce. Have some faith in your boyfriend here.”