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#Riddle x you
warnersister · 8 months
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Oh, how you’d changed him
Tom Riddle x Reader
Summary: how you’d changed Tom and his life for the better, and how ridiculous his previous plans seemed after that.
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Tom had carefully planned out his world domination, created his alias Lord Voldemort and the horrors that would go with him. He decided that he would single-handedly take over the wizarding world by any means necessary and reek havoc amongst the weaklings that surrounded him. This; a plan he had created since he was merely a boy, determined to return what this cruel world had forced upon him - sorrow and pain.
Until he met you. To Tom, you were like a breath of fresh air, an unbeatable presence with bright and hopeful features that offered a sense of peace in his life. You had been acquaintances since first year, however had become more familiar in sixth-year potions, just as he was plotting his first horcruxes along with the basallisk attack, you had been assigned as station-partners in the early September of that year.
When your names had been read Tom quirked a brow, however was not disappointed with the testily - having duly noted your previous achievements in the subject and feeling as though you could come in handy later down the line when his domination was more of a priority than his studies, but his world came crashing down when you turned in your seat to examine him.
Tom was lead to believe that he was incapable of love. A monotone psychopathic freak lacking human emotions, yet obtaining alien abilities. It when your eyes looked him over and your hair swayed behind your shoulders, he was unable to ignore the way his heartbeat quickened and breath faltered, in Tom’s eyes you were unfathomably gorgeous and he was unable to look away, a Medusa incapable of stoning her victims.
You held your hand out calmly and he admired the way your posture was straight and head held in a confident stature. “Y/n,” you said, lips soft and plump and voice soothing and gentle. “Tom,” he replied, voice failing him as he fumbled over his words with a stutter - something having never happened to him previously. You giggled at his mistake and he found himself enjoying the sound, instinctively making it his mission to hear it once more, unable to stop the smile appearing on his lips.
Tom also appreciated your knack for perfection. Your potions never failed to exceed beyond perfection and your applause was always deserved, taken with a humble nod to your peers before you set out defying the next odds in your path.
Naturally, Tom began to gravitate towards you outside of lectures, also. He’d find himself on the path to walk you to class or accompany you to the dinner table, or beside you in the library studying beyond the librarian’s patience and working hours. Tom found comfort in your presence and allowed himself to indulge regardless of what ‘Lord Voldemort’ told him to do.
Eventually, he’d offered his arm to stroll down with you to Hogsmeade on a chilly autum day, a few weeks before Christmas celebrations would commence and the winter solstice would turn the Scottish highlands surrounding you into an awe-worthy winter wonderland. “May I accompany you to Hogsmeade?” Tom asked with a small smile, holding his arm out to you while you friends giggled and pushed you towards him. You’d laughed with him as you threaded your forearm alongside his, joining you both at the hip while you replied: “yes, you may Tommy.”
Strangely, he never felt any kind of resentment to any nickname you’d give him other than his name. He welcomed your names with open arms and answered to nearly any plausible noun that passed his lips. He even bought you butterbeer to warm your frostbitten lips, sipping simultaneously while the barmaid offered a few obvious knowing glances.
You shivered as you walked on, the many layers you had adorned on top of your skin no match for the ever-growing cold attacking Hogwarts and found yourself struggling with chattering teeth. Tom immediately removed his long coat and wrapped it around you, admiring both the chivalry of his actions and the satisfied smile on your face when your body temperature started to rise. “No, no, Tom. You’ll get cold.” You said, a reluctant whine passing your lips to which he shrugged. With anyone else, he would’ve let you freeze to death, but not you. He would die for you, freeze to death if you will. “I’m fine, I’m more concerned about getting you back to the castle without hypothermia.” He says with a small chuckle, pulling you into his side by the waist. “I guess you aren’t so cold-hearted as you make yourself out to be, Tom Riddle.” He looks down at you and considers your words for a few seconds.
“You confuse me, y/n. I’ve never felt so warm and gleeful around a person yet you never fail to bring a smile to my face. Teach me how to do that.” I instructs but you shake your head no gently. “I cannot do that simply due to the face that you do it to me, also.” You reply, each exchanging knowing glances between each others eyes and lips. He leans down and traps your lips with his own, warming your body through a simple yet sophisticated gesture and from that day forward you were referred to as his girlfriend.
Of course, however he had also come clean about his upbringing and eventually the chamber and the basilisk. He had told you he was conceived under the influence of a love spell and believed that he was incapable of loving until he had met you. You laid on his bed as you talked; his head on your chest while you weaved your fingers thought his chestnut locks and listened to him. “I read a while back now about a recently investigated muggle issue called autism and it has occurred to me that you’re not incapable of love, you have asbergers Tom. I’ll read the passage to you later.” And all of a sudden all of his unjustified emotions and troubles made sense and he could finally find an unknowingly lost sense of peace within himself knowing what truly made him into the Tom Riddle he was.
When he took you into the chamber he’d told you all about his plan for domination and his large magical snake and how he had a few followers and you never judged him once. If anything you thought it was impressive that he yearned for revenge instead of acceptance but reasoned that perhaps an oversized snake and a killing spree were not the solutions he was searching for. The basilisk lived shrunken to normal size in a glass cage beside his bed after that.
And as the time went by and your relationship flourished, Voldemort seemed more like a past phase than a goal and was more focused on the life he going to create with you. He called his ‘followers’ pathetic and told them to get a life when they questioned his authority over their devotion.
Eventually, it came time for you to graduate and Tom’s hand was tightly clasped in your own as you looked at the castle for a final time. You were silent, acknowledging the end of this era and slowly coming to terms with it. After a while, Tom scoffed. “World domination.” He said with a smile shaking his head. “Who’s ever heard of such a thing?” He turned and picked up your bags along with his own. “Ready to go, darling?”
The two of you had shared your own compartment on the train ride home, others finding their own cubbies as Tom scared them off from sitting with you. Your head was rested on his shoulder as he read a muggle book to you that you had bought the previous summer ‘the great gatsby’. It was a deep and considerate book and made you think about your future, also.
“What’re we going to do now?” You ask out of the blue, interrupting his sentence as he simply closes his book and looks down at you, your face deep in thought. “Well,” he hummed, thinking for a moment. “We’ve booked that cottage in the Peak District for a few weeks, how about we think it all out then?” And you nod. “Sounds like a plan then.”
The next few weeks were spent waking together in the high peaks of the muggle countryside, simply talking and appreciating one another’s company and plotting your lives.
“Is it bad that I want to stay here forever?” You ask him, looking out at the sunsetting one warm winter evening. Tom thinks thoughtfully before saying “if it is then it’s bad that I want to stay here too.” As a pureblood witch you were born under the believe that muggle life was pointless and undeserving, and as had Tom - but together you realised you preferred the quiet and solitary, and not needing to use magic to do everything all of the time. It was a change. And it was nice.
One morning mid-august Tom was reading the newspaper and you were making you both toast. “Someone’s selling the property up the street.” He says and you sip on your drink and look out of the window. “What? The old farmhouse.” “No, the one with the long drive and vines up the side.” You sigh dreamily. “Oh, if only.” You say with a chuckle. “Darling we can afford it.” Tom says and you stay in silence for a moment, sharing the thoughts weaving through your minds. “It wouldn’t take up a large chunk of our savings.” He drops his reading glasses to the end of his nose and smirks. “We’re rich in muggle terms.” You laugh and shake your head at him. “You’re so humble, Riddle.” He stands up and slides his hands around your waist to hold you close as you share the view of the house in question. “We’re buying it.” He spoke after a while, finalising his decision. “What happened to the ‘I hate muggles and never want to be amongst them’?” You ask, turning to him with a cocked brow. He just shrugs. “They were Voldemort’s views. Not mine.”
Matter several months going back and forth with the previous owners and settling on an asking price, you were standing in front of the house- your house, beside tom, exactly how you had when you were leaving Hogwarts. “This is our house.” You say, not taking your eyes off of the scenic view before you. Tom takes you into his side and rubs your arm comfortingly before kissing your temple. “Our home.”
Tom became an Auror, acting as an undercover wizard in the muggle setting catching and reporting any source of dark or unrightfully used magic. You took up being a healer, training in the wizarding world but practising in your home village, being known as a respectable young doctor who all the elderly or adjacent citizens resided in to get treatment - and anything you gave them always worked.
It was a spring morning when you were down at the bakery picking up a loaf of bread for your dinners. “How’s that fella of yours?” The lady asked with a smirk. “Oh Tom’s fine, just left for work.” “Popped the question yet?” The old woman asks, elbowing you slightly. “We’re only twenty Agatha!” You say with a laugh. “Well, Arthur and I were married when we were nineteen.” She crossed her arms. “I thought you were telling me how much you hated him?” You laugh. “Oh he gets on my wire, but we were still married!”
That left you with the thought in your mind for the remainder of the day - you’d decided that Tom Riddle was the man you wanted to spend the rest of your life with and then some.
In February you both took a trip down to the Lake District and rented a boat house with a large lake, your jobs and ‘trust funds’ inherited from family members allowed you to do this rather frequently and easily, nothing out of the ordinary to take a trip for a long weekend.
It was at sunset, rather early due to daylight saving hours when you rowed out onto the lake to just sit in tranquility for a little while, appreciating the quiet time together. You’d rose to your feet, sure that you had seen an owl fly by and when you turned around, Tom was on one knee, box in hand. In the box, the ring of Salazar Slytherin himself with a bunch of roses in the other.
“Agatha told me today is Cupid’s holiday.” He say, voice just beyond a whisper as a smile grew on your face and tears formed. “You know, until I was sixteen I was asphyxiated with the idea of taking over the world, finding a victim to take the pain that I felt. But those silly little thoughts were gone when I met you, the only person I live and breathe for. I never thought I could, however I love you, yn ln. And it would do me great honour if you would be my wife.”
You’d kissed and hugged him and wept into his shoulder as you happily embraced - ready to start the rest of your lives together. There were no other young women in the village and your parents had practically alienated you when you went to live with muggles so the ladies who attended your doctors practise took you shopping for your wedding dress - Tom insisted on paying.
Dolly was brutally honest and Susan started crying, Agatha kissed you and called you her daughter and it was certainly a day to remember - a gorgeous fitting dress, white and highlighting your features gracefully.
You’d gotten married in the village church, an audience of your neighbours and close friends and a few companions from school, Agatha was your maid of honour and Greta your flower girl, gleaming smile on her face while her husband rolled her down the isle in her wheelchair while she sassily threw rose petals. And Dumbledore was sat in the front row, a smart suit on while he smiled at the man the little evil boy turned out to be, and the gorgeous woman you had flourished into.
It was a beautiful ceremony and a beautiful day. And you were now the beautiful yn Riddle.
In September, Abraxas Malfoy and his wife wanted to celebrate their wedding anniversary and asked if they would drop their son, Lucius off for the week so they could go away. You and Tom decided to take the week off work and look after him, after all, the young lad needed to be accustomed to his god parents!
One evening Lucius had pleaded with you to go sit in the garden and paint together and of course you complied, taking the supplied and the young boy on your hip, and headed for the grass to make a mess. And make a mess you did, there was red in your hair and blue on his white libel shirt, and hardly anything on the page. Tom watched from the window sipping on a cup of tea, watching as you interacted with the young boy so naturally, tickling his stomach and laughing as you played hidey-boo. It created an odd twang in his stomach, the same he had felt when he had first laid eyes on you.
One day when the boy had been reunited with his parents, Tom had been sent on a mission to retrieve an escaped boggart. During his time at Hogwarts, his biggest was recognisably his own dead corpse, but when he approached the creature, it’s form was your grave with him sat looking deathly ill beside it weeping. Your headstone read ‘a loving wife and doctor, no children’ his stomach dropped when he realised what he needed. What he needed right now.
He got home that night and held you close and cried, feeling you warm and full of life. You caressed his shaking body as you soothes him, and when he had calmed he had taken your face into his hands and cradled it, telling you suddenly “yn I want a baby.”
Throughout your pregnancy, Tom was tender and reluctant to let you move without him being beside you. He became more protective than he already was an even took an extended paternity leave just before your due date.
Prior to that however, he worshiped you like a goddess. He would make you decaf tea - something you grumbled about but he refused to listen. He stopped smoking his pipe inside the house, instead taking it to the end of the garden while he and Mr Garson next door chatted about his wife and you. He made you lay on the settee and sat on the floor beside your growing stomach while he read old wives tales from a book inherited from his mother. He even sang to it once or twice. After the sixth month mark when your belly was becoming noticeably plump to the point you could rest your tea cup upon it without it falling off, he began carrying you everywhere. Regardless of how far the distance, and the fact you were carrying another human, he acted as though you were a feather that needed assistance and carried you the way he did on your wedding night.
When you took your own maternity leave, he was even more pleased - before he’d sit beside you in your doctors office and never took his eyes off of you, now he needn’t a reason to why. In his eyes, his love was pregnant and needed tending too. He’d shower with you and lift your stomach until he saw the face of satisfaction he knew well and loved. And he’d be lying if he said the breasts you were growing didn’t make his mouth water, as well as the fact there was a possibility that he could impregnate a pregnant woman - a thought that drove him wild but alas after many attempts, it was eventually an unsuccessful mission.
And in the next July, Tom was sweating as he held your hand and felt a great pain as you cried in agony beside him. You were in a muggle hospital, Agatha had awoken in the middle of the night and heard your pained cries and ordered her husband, Mr Garson to drive you to the hospital which he did, adjusting his thick-lenses on his glasses and having to be awoken a few times at the wheel from Tom’s furious barks, but you made it on one piece, and at quarter to ten, you produced him a son, deciding on naming him Mattheo Riddle.
After giving him a bath, the midwife’s tried to take him away ‘give you a break’, but you refused. Groggily saying “I’ve only had him ten minutes why would I need a break.” And Tom soon shooed them off, getting into the bed beside you and holding your son skin-to-skin as he slept on his fathers chest, and you on his shoulder. When you drifted off he kissed the top of your head gently and whispered sweetly “well done, mummy.”
Tom was determined to be the father he didn’t have. And a good one at that.
Mr and Mrs Garson cried when you asked them to be the godparents, you would’ve appointed the role to everyone in this village if you could - your own little family larger than it seemed.
The newborn stage went by awefully fast and you and Tom self with every hurdle and hiccup together, all the nappies and sick, and the 3AM walks when baby Matty would not settle. It was gone and soon you had a walking talking toddler of whom you were both awfully proud of.
The chilly autumnal eves suddenly turned into even colder winter morns, Christmas was making its rounds in the muggle world and you and Tom had became accustomed to it. You decorated the tree, hung candles, sung carols, gave presents and ate specialty meals on the 25th. Tom sat in his armchair, Mattheo on lap, reading glasses down to the end of his nose as he read A Christmas Carol to him.
You were making dinner, Mince Pie was on the menu that night in particular, and you smiled as you notice the snow falling. You wiped your hands and leant against the doorframe watching your two boys in awe, just memorising the picture for a moment. “Are you alright, my love?” Tom asked, smiling up at you. “Just admiring the picture.” You say, mirroring his grin. Then you turn to your son. “I’m awfully sorry to interrupt, master Riddle. However, so I do believe it is snowing.” He gasped dramatically when he heard the news. “Snow! But we’re reading! But snow!” You both laugh at his dilemma then suggest “how about we eat dinner, then we’ll read out in the snow and make a snowman.” The young boy squeals in delight and runs to the dining room to eat, sitting ever so patiently yet with an impatient smile on those cheeky lips.
That evening you built a snowman, read the last part of the book, and put your son peacefully to sleep in his bed after singing ‘Silent Night’ to him. You and Tom basked in the sight for a moment, just taking in the calmness of the setting.
And as Tom looked down at you, he thought of how you’d changed him.
*scoff* Lord Voldemort, who’d ever heard of anything so ridiculous?
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katskitoshi · 5 months
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"MY TYPE IS..." with TWISTED WONDERLAND
synopsis: you respond to a "what's your type?" question with his name. how does he react?
characters: riddle, trey, cater, ace, & deuce x gn! painfully blunt! reader
includes: cursing, non-explicit makeout mention,
heartslabyul(here), savanaclaw+octavinelle, scarabia+pomefiore, ignihyde+disomania.
grim, as always, was nagging you with questions in front of your crush and group of friends. they're all left to their own devices until grim asks, "what's your type?" and the attention of your crush falls on you for your answer.
riddle rosehearts, dorm leader of heartslabyul.
"my ideal type? well, he's red-haired, with grey eyes, whose short and just happens to be the dorm leader of heartslabyul!"
the "ideal crush" in question was as red as his hair. he almost spits his tea out.
you practically confessed to riddle! or at least told him he's the type you're looking for.
riddle looks at you like you've gone mad, not even realizing he's been actively staring at you.
"[name], are you serious?" he questions, calming himself down. you look at him confused.
"why wouldn't i be serious? was my clear description of you, riddle rosehearts, my crush, not enough?"
he still looks at you confused. riddle fully understands, it's just.. you're being so straightforward about it! he can't handle how blunt you're being with your advances.
you sigh, "since you still aren't understanding, i like you riddle. is that clear enough?"
"no, i am not as red as my hair! ugh, yes, [name]. i understood just well. it just took me a while to get used to how blunt you were. but, i guess i could say you're my ideal type too. and i guess i like you too."
trey clover, vice dorm leader of heartslabyul.
"my type's obviously a green-haired, amber-eyes, glasses-wearing, hot baker with a clover on his cheek."
doth trey's ears deceive him? you obviously just described him. he has green hair, yellow eyes, glasses, and a clover on his cheek. plus, he's a baker!
trey doesn't even realize he's stared at you, the tart he made long forgotten on his plate.
you stare at him like you didn't just say he was your type. "um, [name]?" "yeah?"
trey looks at you, takes a deep breath and asks, "do you like me?"
"of course i do, silly! i wouldn't have described you as my type if i didn't."
trey takes a deep breath once again. thank the great seven.
"oh thank goodness. i liked you too but i didn't really know how to approach it. i was gonna make you a (favorite dessert) with "will you be mine?" on it, but i guess i don't have to anymore. oh? i should still do it? well, i guess you'll just have to come over to heartslabyul tonight for a surprise, dear."
cater diamond, heartslabyul third year.
"do you even have eyes? my type is this really cute guy with orange hair, green eyes, a red diamond on his face, a heartslabyul third year and magicam influencer! aka, the hottest guy in the world!"
he squeals. cater lets out a loud, high-pitched, squeal that would be associated with preppy high school girls in movies. people would have noticed if it wasn't for the already loud cafeteria.
he moves to the seat next to you, holding you by your waist.
"[name], do you really like me?" the smile on his face blinds you, but you can see he has a hint of worry in his green eyes. imagine how disappointed he'd be if you were to like some other heartslabyul guy that looked exactly like him.
you lean in, hooking a arm around his neck and using your hand to push his head into your lips. your lips kiss him and you can taste his lime tart and cherry chapstick.
"is.. is that enough to prove to you that i love you?" you pant after the kiss, looking at cater's reddened face.
"haha! that was more than enough, but how about you prove to me how much you love me a bit more, cutie?"
(you guys make out and have to be forcefully separated becuase the friend group does NOT approve of the pda.)
ace trappola, heartslabyul first year.
"okay, so he's a fucking pain in the ass and a stupid idiot but i love him, y'know? his orange-red hair and the stupid heart on his face and that silly grin his makes when he does something dumb like breaking riddles rules or messes up a potion or something.. he may be a fucking dumbass but he's a dumbass i have a crush on."
first of all, ouch.
he's not a pain in the ass or a stupid idiot! and his heart isn't stupid and his grin isn't silly- wait, did you say you have a crush on him?
ace is flattered, but that would never ever stop him from being a little shit about it.
i mean, you called him a stupid idiot you love, right? so that means that he can be a dumbass and you'll still forgive him, right? of course you will, he thinks.
"[nickname]~ you have a crush on me? aww, you're too cute! of course you'd like me, i'm hot, i have a cute grin,-- what! i'm not an idiot!"
deuce spade, heartslabyul first year.
"what a silly question! anyways, my type is tall, blue-haired, and a real cutie! he has this cute little spade on his face but hes kinda dumb. i love it about him though! the pout on his face he gets when he's confused is adorable!"
queue cute, confused deuce.
"aw look, he's doing the little confusion pout right now! ah, i have the biggest crush on him!" you gush, and the color drains from his face before it comes back as a vibrant red blush.
he bangs his head on the table, making a cute whimpering noise.
when he finally looks up, still blushing, he's met with your smile and almost topples over. you're gonna give him a heart attack!
"don't embarrass me like that! ugh, but since we're on the matter, y-yeah i like you, too."
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kalims · 2 years
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‎˃ ᵕ ˂ . . "do I like you? is that even a question?"
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you like me, don't you?
heartslabyul : savanaclaw : octavinelle : scarabia : pomefiore : ignihyde : diasomnia :
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note. I got bored and just decided to make this miniseries, just a small short. and also trying to expand my writing abilities 😃👍
"you speak of nonsense."
there's a twinge of hurry in riddle's words. it comes out quicker than he wanted and it doesn't help that his face always seems to have a mind of it's own, turning red at the most unnecessary of situations and flaming when he least wants it to.
it isn't something he's very proud of but you think it's cute.
his red face either displays blazing rage, shameful embarrassment, or both. it's probably weird that you think it's cute but hey! riddle doesn't allow himself to actively display his feelings other than disappointment or anger, remaining to be formal instead.
it's a tiny catalyst to what he's feeling. anger and embarrassment might be things one doesn't like but it's nice seeing him so expressive. or are you just crazy for thinking so?
but his face is probably one of your favorites.
be it the twitch of his eyebrow and the sharp inhale of his that signals embarrassment, the grinding of his teeth and avoidance of eye that displays embarrassment or shyness, the enlarged pupil and small smile when he's doing something he likes—
you can go on and on.
but you can't help but tease him. "your red face says otherwise." you laugh out loud, to riddle it sounds like something straight out of heaven and even he is frustrated to admit it. how could he ever do this?
"hmph. unfortunately.."
wait. doesn't that mean he just agreed with you?
"hmm,,, well.. I used to." trey answers so casually that you actually had to pause to register his words. since when did trey clover even like you? and what did you do wrong to make his apparent 'previous' feelings to wither away?
well shucks. if you had known earlier then you're absolutely sure that you'd tried harder to help him in ways more than one but for now, you have so many questions.
why did trey like you, what was special about you? you did hope that he would but that was only something that lays inside your dreams, for it to turn reality wants to make you go crazy.
and when did his feelings even go away? you can't deny that your heart cracked a little but the earlier to move on the better, right? you had.. other things to worry about than pointless crushes. you're not sure yourself if it really was pointless.
or.. you're just looking too much into it and he used it as a friendly term?
most probably sensing your inner monologue trey chuckles. "you seem distressed." he comments. unable to hide the pleased smirk on his lips, you are too embarrassed to spot it, feeling more intent to gaze at the piece of dough you knead with your fingers.
"really?"
it's still surprising to hear the next words come out more casual than the previous. "yep, I love you now."
you drop the bowl.
"eh?"
there's a stupefied look on cater's face. instead of the bright front he spent years putting up there's actually something in his face instead of the cheery grin, but rather an absolutely horrified one. like you just spilled all his secrets.
you raise your brows. suprised yourself to witness his reaction. "what?" did he actually like you?
cater does this thing where there's a becoming realization dawning on him that he did something totally off character, he laughs it off. "uh.. haha, I mean who told you that?" something desperate to know swims in his eyes and it fuels you even more.
he neither denied or acknowledged your words but his answer just leans on the 'he actually does like you' category.
your mouth forms into an awed 'o'. "so you do like me!" you slap a hand over your mouth and giggle loudly. not one of those giggles that would hurt your ears when you went near a radius of them cause they felt forced but a more, actual joyful one.
he looks more horrified. "WHAT? well I mean.. who wouldn't like you?"
it sounded like he was trying to convince you and himself.
"you, obviously." you roll your eyes. you don't know why but you have a feeling that he's been confused the whole period but trying to play it off.
he smiles brightly, drops it for a second and smiles again. "I mean yeah, totally! how about dinner tonight?"
wow. verryyyy smooth. if only he knows that there's probably some kind of rule about not staying up after 8.
"ew no." ace quickly denies. pushing you away for good measure, you stumble and instinctively grip on the vase for dear life. almost dragging it down with you to your own demise and by a stroke of luck, it just managed to stay there.
you shoot him an aspirated look. "you almost made me fall??" grumbling you dust yourself off, flinging away the dirt from the floor that stuck to your uniform after your lower body violently colliding with it.
—completely missing ace's grumble of his own. "you dumbass.. it's the other way around." you turn to him and cast him a weird look.
"what did you say?"
"I said it's the other way around." he says. not missing a beat. you're stunned by the sheer audacity and boldness he had cause damn. where do you get a speck of this kind of thing? and who even says what they actually said instead of going 'nothing.'??
ace apparently.
you blank. "I was just joking?"
"you think I am?"
ace smiles—not one of those arrogant smirks that makes you want to pound him to the ground because he's the reason you're in trouble. but a literal, actual smile.
there's a weirded out look on your face as you shiver. "ohhh god.. I think I just saw the face of satan. am I gonna die?"
"hey!"
honestly you don't know if you regret speaking at all because the silence was very deafening. deuce had frozen up, going so still you thought he actually got cast a curse or something.. his back is turned on you and it's as if he refuses to look at, and is going through the stages of grief at the same time.
"ah! how did you know that?! it was ace wasn't it?!" he suddenly leaps to turn to you—somehow. meanwhile you flinch at the voluntary action he just did because none of you were moving, or speaking at all for a full 2 minutes.
did..
did he just admit it to you?
wow, that was easier than you thought. "wait so you actually like me?" you incredulously force out. deuce has this confused look on his face as he stares at you all while throwing a few nervous gazes around the surrounding in the middle of it.
"what do you mean? I thought you knew that just now."
"..."
"..."
"um.. wanna go out?"
"really?! I mean uh—yeah sure." deuce coughs. seemingly forgetting that he was supposed to be the 'totally cool and responsible' person in addition to his honor student dream. this is embarrassing, he thinks. but honestly who cares he scored a date with you!
he's probably still gonna playfully fight ace, cause you never told him that it wasn't ace.
note. me after starting this knowing damn well I have over 42+ shit to write 😃 anyways I don't like how I interpret some of these but 🧍‍♀️🤷‍♀️ also a bit ooc of deuce cause I'm not that good at writing him lol
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rs-wonderland · 11 months
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Riddle angrly walking into the room looking at Ace: WHY IN THE NAME OF THE GREAT SEVEN ARE YOU WEARING MY SOCK!?
Ace: They are comfy.
Riddle: THAT DOESN'T EXPLAIN WHY ARE YOU WEARING MY MATCHING SOCK!?
Ace: That's the thing, they are bought with love!
Riddle: NOT FOR YOU!
Trey: I'm gonna call Yuu...
Trey on a phone with Yuu: Hey can you came here, we have a problem-
Riddle: OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!
Trey looking at Riddle: Please?
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schoenht · 7 months
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OMG I'm late to the event but can u do they're busy with riddle and lillia
HAPPY 1K U DESERVE IT MWAH MWAH‼️‼️‼️🥳🥳🥳🥳
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↝ "they're busy"
character: riddle rosehearts
note: watching a video essay on toy story 4 as we speak LMAOOOO BUT TY !!! lilia's was already done, he will be put on the event masterlist bc im too lazy to link (or i will link later teehee)
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EVENT IS CLOSED!
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usagiboshi · 1 year
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𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺 : riddle rosehearts
preview; how dating him would be?
series; dating series headcanons <3
pronouns; not mentioned (gn! reader)
staring; r.rosehearts!!
some headcanons were inspired by other authors' thoughts &lt;3
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RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS ( the "y-you broke an extremely important rule! as an apology for your mistake, you should...kiss me again!" boy)
── dear, if you think that he would act normal when you decide to kiss him or even show some kind of affection...it aches so much to tell you, but you're wrong. his face would be even more redder than that pretty red hair of his!
── riddle would even tell you how inappropriate it is (if you do it in public), or something like : "you broke a very important rule! to make up for your mistake, you should kiss me one more time!" let's be honest here, he just want you to do it again, but it's to proud and shy to say it out loud.
── he is a little bad at words of affirmation or even compliments, but I swear that our pretty rosehearts is trying. riddle wouldn't know how to find the right words to tell you that you're looking absolutely beautiful ( and would turn in to a red, cute mess trying to say it ).
── he's very touch starved in my point of view, but is not the type to get needy rapidly. when it happens, riddle just want to be close to you as possible, but won't come to you for it. he firmly believes that this is a weakness of him and it must be left aside, but please, tell him that his feelings and need are valid.
──when he do comes to you, rosehearts would shyly invite you to spend some time with him in his room!! when there, he would take your hand in his and slowly play with you fingers and palm, tracing random figures on it. he really hopes that you will notice his neediness and give him headpats, cuddles and kisses!!
──he would try to control his anger while being with you, although we all know that riddle have some anger issues, he wouldn't say a thing ( at least not on purpose ) to upset you.
──riddle feels comfortable around you and that causes him to relaxes a lot more. he would still be that riddle we all know, but a little bit calmer.
──HE CLEARLY HAS A DEEP FAVORITISM!! rosehearts would let you slide against some minor rules, but still, that's something amazing!!
── ALSO...HE KNOWS ALL YOUR FAVOURITES BY HEART! i mean..he literally memorized more than 500 rules, so i really think that riddle would know everything about your favorites interests and things like that, so don't expect him to forget something you said.
──something whispered in my ears that he would hide his red face on the side of your neck when you two are hugging or cuddling!! also, this is the type of thing that he would die denying.
── HE WOULD GIVE YOU THAT ROMANTIC LOVE LETTERS!!! HE WROTE A THOUSAND OF THEM AND WILL GIVE ALL OF IT TO YOU IF THE CHANCE COMES!
── riddle is deeply in love with you. he trusts you with his little secrets and all the things that his mom has done. when he is confident enough to talk to you about it, rosehearts would just wait until you tell him that he is a coward for acting like this for his whole life, but you reassure him that it wasn't his fault. that's when he realized that he wanted to feel like this fore the rest of his life: loved and cared for.
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meebs-sleeps · 5 months
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heyy, how would mr. twinkle rosehearts act desperately towards darling? I bet he whimpers 💯
Mr. Twinkle Rosehearts??? HAHS4BSBSBBD
I know who you are, 'anon', you can't hide from me.
Anyways!
YES! THIS MAN WHIMPERS!! YOU CAN'T TELL ME OTHWRWISE!!
HE IS A BOTTOM BOY! BOTTOM BOY! (or maybe a switch? there are a few moments where I go like 'Damn'😳)
He definitely cries too. Little emotional boy fr. Bbg.
I would just think that while you are riding/pegging him, he would bury his head in your shoulder so that you can't see his blushy teary face and tries to muffle his little whimpers and hiccups
He would also go like "Ah~! This act.. is so indecent! If someone comes in–" Shhh baby Riddle after this you will get cookie ( >• w •)>🍪
Such an assertive man till he is in bed. I think cause he is so strick on himself, so he never really banged his wang before.
So he definitely comes fast and gets overestimated quickly. Silly little baby he is 🥺
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anmiruzu · 6 months
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(anon who requested riddle for the event: i meant prompt 6. the trick-or-treating one. sorry.)
to skip and go trick-or-treating
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a/n i like how in-character this would be for him especially since his mother was strict with him growing up so now let’s hope he’s in character (´・ω・`) …also i made this a little long oops
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October second,
riddle rosehearts; prompt 06: “what do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating before?!”
as someone from another world, you didn’t think that many of your holidays and traditions would be celebrated here, referring to halloween and many others. but what surprised you more was that there were actually people who did not go trick-or-treating when they were younger.
“what do you mean you’ve never gone trick-or-treating before?!” you exclaim loudly in shock not expecting this revelation.
“well, my mother had always told me that it was a worthless tradition and that candy and sweets in general are not good for my health-”
you interrupt him, “still! to never trick or treat? not even once?”
you never expected this but this was riddle, a hard worker who was strict on both himself and others. so it wasn’t too far-fetched of a story although if it was ace, you would’ve called bullshit on him.
“not even once” riddle repeats, shaking his head. 
you ponder for a moment in thought before speaking up again, “then let’s go trick-or-treating”
“we’re in college, y/n, furthermore, we, more specifically heartslabyul still have to prepare the botanical garden for halloween week.” (i know it’s more of a high school kind of setting considering their ages but it’s called night raven college so just pretend)
“so?”
“‘so?’ we still have our responsibilities! as the housewarden of heartslabyul, i cannot just leave my upper and underclassmen by themselves!” riddle retorts back quite passionately despite knowing deep down he wants to try trick-or-treating, just once, despite knowing he’s much too old for it. 
“hmm” you pause in thought once again, “then i’ll help you prepare; I did promise ace and deuce i’d help them… but… only if you skip the last day with me”
you reason with riddle wanting to show him what he missed out in his childhood.
“...thank you for your assistance, however, i’m afraid i cannot do that”
>>>
after a very long time of persuading the housewarden, riddle agrees; reluctantly but is he really being reluctant? He had always wanted to try trick-or-treating and was always jealous of the neighborhood kids who he saw happily go from house to house.
so when halloween comes around, riddle leaves his post early feeling a little guilty, to go find you.
“riddle! hey!” you wave to him feeling excited, after all, it’s been years since you last trick-or-treated with your friends.   
“hello” riddle greets you, a bit ashamed for skipping even though he did tell everyone at heartslabyul that he would take off early for “personal reasons.”
after meeting up with riddle the two of you took off going on a bus to one the nearby neighborhoods.
>>>
you hadn’t anticipated how awkward it would be; two college students running around from house to house, clearly too old to be trick-or-treating. but in the end it was the most fun you two had in years. 
{31 daydreams of halloween event lineup}
{twisted wonderland masterlist}
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Currently imagining Riddle not knowing how to properly show his love to you right now. Then Chenya learns of Riddle's situation and he says "Just plop a hedgehog on their head!". Obviously Riddle finds that advice absolutely ridiculous.
But in state of panic when he was trying to confess his love to you finally. He just grabs a little hedgehog that happened to be passing by and just puts it on your head.
The both of you just share a moment of awkward silence. While Riddle is blushing mad red as he realizes what he just did and fears he blew it now. Though after that moment of awkwardness, you chuckle while gently putting the little hedgehog into your hands. "Awww! I love hedgehogs!"
Riddle still is trying to recollect himself from that awkward moment. But he's happy to see you smiling, and to learn you love hedgehogs too.
Sure he didn't succeed on confessing his love to you in the moment yet. Though he will be giving thanks to Chenya later for the idea that led to him seeing you very happy at least.
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mioified · 2 years
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hello hello ! can i req a scenario with azul, riddle, and epel ? waking up/mornings with them <3
thank you very much !
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🌃 Goodmornings!
Short morning up scenarios with Riddle, Azul and Epel!
warning; might be a little ooc..? ^^' I also didn't proofread this again so sorry in advance
helloo! thanks for requesting this! sorry for taking so long ^_^
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ꨄ Riddle R.
You slowly awaken to an all too familiar voice calling your name. Gently fluttering your eyes open, you turned to the other side of the bed, facing the voice chanting your name—Your lover, Riddle Rosehearts.
"Y/N, You need to wake up and get dressed for class! You mustn't let your drowsiness taint your perfect attendance.."
you yawn and rub your eyes, attempting to process what he was trying to tell you.
when you realized what he said you looked at him with a face of puzzlement.
"wait.. get ready for... class?"
"Yes! Todays a friday, You may sleep in tomorrow but for now we need to get ready." Riddle gets up from the bed, trying to urge you to do the same.
You let out a small chuckle, which evolved into you full on howling out of laughter and he raised an eyebrow at you and huffed—Being late to class is no laughing matter to Riddle. He takes pride in his perfect record!
You inhale deeply trying to take a break from your bursting laughter, But you just couldn't believe it!—The Riddle Rosehearts—forgot it was a Saturday! You swore you could feel tears forming out of your eyes, This was too much!
Your lovers patience was running thin, what could be so funny at the moment that it was worth risking being late to class?! He huffed and crossed his arms, giving you a mean glare. "I demand you tell me what's so humorous right now, Y/N..." He looks at the clock, checking to see how much more time you both have left before you have to leave.
Your loud laughter had gradually turned into soft giggling, Calming yourself down, you tilted your head at Riddle with the sweetest smile as if you weren't just laughing at him.
"Riddle, Are you sure you read the date right today?"
"..wha..." His eyes shot open, He couldn't have possibly read the date on the calendar wrong? could he? He closes his eyes and starts to try and recall back to when he woke up. With his blurry vision and head filled with worries about his classes for the day, maybe, just maybe, he might've read the date wrong when he took a quick, lazy glance at the calendar on the bedside table...
Riddle opens his eyes as he shoots a look at the calendar, this time with his vision and head clearer.
..Saturday. You were right. Riddle let's out a sigh of relief. On one hand his attendance wasn't ruined! but on the other, he felt ashamed for not carefully looking at the date earlier, Now he's woken you up for no good reason. When you were sleeping so peacefully too!
He gently flops down onto the bed, putting his face into the pillow. if Riddle was being honest, He too, was extremely sleepy this morning, he was just sucking it up. If he doesn't put up an example for the other students, who would?
"I'm sorry, Y/N.." he sighs and looks at you with slight guilt in his eyes. "I shouldn't have woken you up this early."
You put a hand onto his head, gently combing his cherry-red hair with your fingers.
"It's alright, Riddle. Don't sweat it." you assuringly told riddle.
"Really..? Is there anything i can do to make it up to you though?"
You removed your hand off of Riddle's head and put it to your chin. You closed your eyes, pretending to be lost in thought, Although you already knew what you wanted.
"How about.. sleeping in some more with me?" you give him a sheepish smile and moved a little closer to him on the bed. You lifted up your blanket, inviting him in.
He sighs and accepts your offer, sliding under the blanket next to you. He closed his eyes and wrapped an arm around you. "Well.. I suppose if thats what you want."
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ꨄ Azul A.
you fluttered your eyes open, looking around to see everything in its respective place as it was last night. The pearly white walls along with the large painting hung onto it, The elegant vanity mirror right above the table, The cute little seashells that admitted light right above your head—All of it in the same place as it was last night, except for one thing, Something that was right next to you last night before you went into dream land,— Azul.
When you quickly realized that you had woken up without him by your side, you immediately sat up and scanned the room, looking for any traces of him. Just as you were about to give up and stand up to go look for the silver haired boy yourself, the door creaks open. You see Azul pop his head through the door before opening it fully, Revealing him standing there with a tray of various food along with a cup of your favourite drink.
"Ah, You're awake. Good-morning. I do hope you slept well.." He walks over to the side of the bed you were sat on and places the tray onto the soft mattress.
"Oh.. Azul! You didn't have to.."
"Mornings aren't very busy in the Mostro Lounge, So I thought it'd nice if i brought you some breakfast in bed." Azul looks to the opposite direction of you, Trying to hide the redness in his cheeks. "Well, You should eat it quick, our dishes are best served fresh after all."
You give him a shrug then proceed to grab a fruit kabob from the tray, Who knew Mostro Lounge made food this cute? you pushed away the thought as you bite into the heart-shaped apple slice placed at the top of the kabob, letting out a hum of delight.
"Are the kabobs to your liking? If you favour other things feel free to tell me."
You shake your head no, taking another bite out of the kabob. While chewing on the fruit, you get an idea that's sure to make your morning a little more.. lively. You finish eating the fruit in your mouth before you look Azul in the eyes, a mischievous grin forming onto your face. A flash of worry grazed Azul's face, he never liked it when you tease him, He gets too red for his liking.
You suddenly bring the fruit kabob forward, waving the tip of the stick infront his lips. He raises an eyebrow at you, Unsure of what exactly he should do in this situation.
"Why don't you tell me if they're to your liking, Azul?" You let out an airy giggle as you watch his face get as red as the strawberries on the kabob you were holding when he realized what you wanted him to do.
"Why would i do that!? It's for you! I can't just eat something thats for you!.. Stop waving that stick in front of me, You're gonna poke me with itttt!" Azul let's out multiple whines and grabs your wrists, You continue to keep the kabob infront of his mouth, Pushing him to eat a fruit or two off of it.
"Come on 'Zulzul.... It's just a lil' fruit.."
He blushes at the nickname and loosens his grip. Feeling too embarrassed, he finally gives in to your wishes
"Alright! Alright.. just.. just give me a second..!!" he lets out a sigh of relief as you remove the stick close to his face, letting him catch his breath from all the complaining he was doing. He pushes up his glasses and you can see the faint tint of pink spread on his cheeks.
"Okay, I'm ready." He says with a monotone voice while opening his mouth; You internally laugh at his seriousness at the situation. Not wanting to worsen his flustered state you get straight to the point and bring the fruit kabob to his lips, without any complaints this time. He bites down onto the kabob, sliding the top fruit off and chewing it in his mouth, Carefully judging it's taste.
"Well? Do you like it?" You look at him with sparkles in your eyes, awaiting for his answer.
He puts a hand to his chin and closes his eyes for a moment, thinking about his answer.
"it's sweet.." he opens his eyes to look at you and gives his best attempt at a "cool" grin, but you can see the anxiousness and uncertainty in his crooked, cute smile.
"Although, it's not as sweet as you!.." He winks at you.
"you're so corny.."
"I deserved that.."
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ꨄ Epel F.
"Y/N.. hey.. Y/N..! wake up!"
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"Y/N!!!"
Your eyes shot open at the sound of Epel waking you up. You stretch out your arms and shake yourself awake. He's standing beside the bed with his arms crossed, clearly frustrated from his attempts of waking you up.
"Geez!.. Yer' s' hard ta' wake up! Vil would never let ya' get away with stayin' in....." Epel stops himself mid-sentence, like he had realized something important. Uncrossing his arms, He clears his throat and tries again, this time much more soft spoken and sweeter.
"Vil doesn't appreciate us staying in bed for too long so, Let's get started for the day together?" He lends out an arm to you, offering a hand to pull you out of bed.
"You know, You don't have to be so worried about using your accent around me.. I can understand you clearly."
He sighs and shakes his head. "It ain't that simple f'me... Ya' never know when Vil could be around. Ah' jus' wanna be careful." He stretches his arm out more for you to grab.
"your always so uptight about Vil.. Let loose a little!" You finally grab his hand, but instead of him pulling you up, you pull him down, making him fall into the bed right on top of you.
"H-Hey! whaddya think yer doin?! if we ain't up'n ready in 5 minutes Vil ain't gonna be too- Ack!" You stop Epel's whining by 'softly' hitting his head with the pillow you were next to. His eyes widen, taking a couple of seconds to comprehend what just happened, before he gives you a smirk—"If thats how you wanna play.. That's how we'll play!"
He rolls off of you and grabs a different pillow, fluffing it in his hands.—Oh, it was on.
Epel throws the pillow and hits you straight in the face, thank sevens it was a soft pillow, if it was anything else you'd think you might've broken something. You grab the pillow he threw at you and swing it at him, hitting him in the chest. He gets a hold on the pillow you were hitting him with, stopping your attacks.
"Heyy!! Let go! thats not fair!" You tug on the pillow, trying to pull it away from Epel. He laughs while trying to do the same
"Nuh-uh! Tis' is totally fair!"
Epel tugs a little harder on the pillow at the same time you do—you then hear a rripppp, and see the stuffings of the pillow fall out.
You look at the ripped pillow, then to Epel. His eyes were widened and his mouth was agape, He was in the same shocked state as you. You look back at the ripped pillow, then to wide-eyed Epel, then to the pillow again.
"Erm.." You scratch your head, wondering what to do, Till you hear Epel giggling a little.
You look at him with a puzzled look and his giggling grows louder. "Vil's gonna be so mad wahaha!"
You start giggling with Epel, You guys could clean up the mess later, At the moment you were just happy Epel wasn't too stressed about the situation like you thought he'd be.
The room was basically filled with laughter at that point, both of you enjoying your carefree but eventful morning with each other.
Eventually the laughing grows back down. Epel wipes a tear off his eye. "Oh well, We can clean it up later. Let's start getting ready before Vil actually gets on our case-"—Just as Epel mentions Vil, You both hear the door slam open.
You and Epel turn your head to look at the door to see Vil.—Oops.
"Yeah, you both should be ready because I'm already about to get on your case." He stands in the doorway with a scowl on his face, Clearly annoyed.
What a tiring morning it turned it to.
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my ruggie plush came in this week ^^ hes so cute guys hgegghghrhhh
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noyaetnox · 1 year
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HEARTSLABYUL HEADCANONS:
The series: DIASOMNIA / HEARTSLABYUL / OCTAVINELLE / POMEFIORE / SAVANACLAW
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- will not confess no matter what and you can't tell me otherwise. He'll be bottling up all his emotions like there's no tomorrow
-> truly believes there is no chance you'll like him back. I mean, he was a bitch to you! He totally was rude and - how can you love someone like that?
-> Trey is slowly but surely getting tired of hearing the same thing over and over again from Riddle - goes to you, pleading to either confess or tell his house warden that you do not hold any special emotions towards him
- Riddle becomes much softer after you start dating
-> the whole of Heartslabyul noticed. Adeuce will be pleading with you to never leave their housewarden because suddenly living with him is doable
- Ace and Deuce will also react terribly to the news of you two dating (Ace worse), because what about that little shit made you like him? Are you okay? Were you bribed? Do you need help? Blink twice-
"You actually like him? For real? No cap?" Yes🤨? "But he's an annoying tyrant," jokes on you I'm a brat tamer 😋☝️ and into that shit.
-> will consider finally trying that therapy thing you keep talking about
- dates with Riddle are the best, you feel like royalty with how he treats you. Sometimes, though, he let's his tongue slip and says something he doesn't mean, but you can tell by his expression he doesn't mean it fr so you're fine (you then talk about it and he apologizes and you get lots of hugs)
- it is kept secret for the longest time, because he's worried people will see you as weakness of his (you totally are), so he tries. It fails. Bro has the biggest grin on his face the second he spots you. I'm talking visible hearts and sparkles
- no PDA. Won't even hold your hand. Please let me hold your hand 😔 will collar you if you pull something like holding hands or kiss his cheek, ONE OF THE SEVEN FORBID YOU KISS HIM ON THE LIPS IN PUBLIC -> immediate collar after each one - you're still into that shit (if you're not, are you really a Riddle simp? 🤨)
- doesn't know anything about relationships so his reactions are always fresh and amazing to look at
- can't communicate well and will try to not show his emotions (he fails horribly around you), so it's slow steps - both of you getting used to one another
- you tease him a lot, because he can turn redder than his hair and he hates it sometimes (he will refuse to admit), yet he knows you still remain respectful and once it's gone too far you immediately stop
- will try baking for you, but he takes everything literally (I'm pretty sure he is autistic, it's the fellow awtysm radar in me), so he often messes up. You eat it, because you love him (and it's not worse than Lilia's cooking, so)
- will spend holidays with you, he doesn't want to go home :( and he feels way better with you, so it's a win-win
-> only then learns about your living situation in Ramshackle 🥲🙏 will yell (respectfully) at Crowley because of it
- helps you so much with your workload by sharing his own hacks he's come up with over the years (he's the cutest little thing pls)
- fights everyone for you, except Floyd - you're both running from that one (will not leave you alone on that one, though, what a sweetheart)
- he's got a British accent 😐☝️
-> has the silly goofy speak: "riddle me this" "geezer" "bloody hell" "innit?" "lads"
-> you clown him for it sometimes, just sometimes. He hates it. But he also loves you so it's alright
- you carry candy around for him, everytime he gets angry around you, you toss him candy or something
- invites you horse riding (if you don't like horses IDC. I'm a horse person and I love it. The horse bedsheets stay on during sex 😡 jk. Or am I?)
- you will show him so much. So many new things and he's suddenly in this whole new world he's never been in before. He's willing to try anything, for both curiosity and your smile. Very interested in your world, please tell him everything
- will spend time with you in private tea parties where you guys just gossip
- platonic: best friends. Besties. Will share so much tea on tea parties, about everyone, even people you guys don't know. It's so fun. It's a whole 😗💅 friendship. (Though Riddle doesn't know much gossip, it's fine, he will remember what you tell him)
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- I don't know much about this guy but I will try
- definitely bakes you sweets that are to your taste, if you don't like sweets he will cook. He's been preparing for this moment his whole life let him do his thing
- is afraid of blood. IDC. You get a cut and bro is freaking out, you're going to die while he's passed out because of the bloo- he is now gone 😔
- that said, loves taking care of you as long as it's not a bloody injury. Brings you blankets, cooks you soup, boils you tea, you name it
- teeth brushing together and I also mean the kind where he brushes yours, he says it's not kinky but you are not really sure
- doesn't know how to say no but is a master at leaving situations, like you don't even know how and your request with going idk where has turned into rule 8289402917364829 to not speak to people in glasses on a Thursday and now you have to compensate by eating his tart,,, or something
- 😏 <- why does he actually make that face
- you spend time together by having either little tea parties or just hanging out in his room
- his love language is baking, but I also think it's quality time
-> will ask you to join him in the kitchen while he bakes, to be next to him while he's studying and things like that
-> just loves having you close to him
-> ALSO ALSO: one of those friends/bfs that will force you into calling/messaging once you've arrived home, telling you to dress warm, buys you food, yells at Crowley for you (tells Riddle to yell at him because he was raised to respect others while he knows Riddle will not care - after all, Riddle likes you, too)
- walks you to school
- asks you to put Ace and Deuce into their place because he just might snap anytime soon and despite being afraid of blood, it will be the last thing a few of the Heartslabyul students will see ☺️
- doesn't have bad memory per se, but often forgets trivial things
- it's kinda endearing
- platonic: joins you and Riddle in your tea parties (tea in both senses), knows about everything that's going on in the school, all the gossip (Cater is the one who tells him, but anyway)
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- "You don't have a magicam account😨😰?" "Wdym Crowley doesn't allow you to use your phone for social media and entertainment?!" Suddenly you are allowed to set an account 🤨
- EVERYTHING about your relationship is documented. He doesn't post all of the pictures and videos he has, but he posts a few.
-> likes to keep your relationship matters somewhat private rather than just post it all, it's for him only (and for you when he decided to finally send the pics from the date 2 months ago 😒)
- has a weird sense of humor you can't always understand. He seems like he's having fun, though, so it's fine, let him be excited
- he copes with internal conflict by occupying his mind with social media (twinss except I do that with games,,, anyway), telling jokes and being very unserious but he let's this mask fall whenever he's around you
- the actual Cater is so lovely 😔 he may not be as full of energy and as loud but he's still the biggest sweetheart
- you put him at a high place, whilst he puts everyone above him and is used to people just disregarding him, so when you show up and try your hardest to focus on him he just wants to cry for days on end. His opinions matter to you and you always listen to him even when he's talking about the stuff you have no idea about 🥲
-> late night crying sessions together (crying brings people closer), and you just love spending every second together
- he definitely needs assurance, so don't forget to text him a "good morning, love" a "goodnight, love" as well as words of affirmation and reminding him that you love him and him only and that he's amazing. Also please don't ignore his messages 😔 he will think you hate him
- refuses to get drunk in front of other people because he could start spilling his secrets, but he does when he's with you = crying a lot
- dates are two kinds:
1. you go to a very aesthetic location, you have a picture perfect (intended) date, it is later all over your social media
2. just you and him being in love and spending alone time together. His room, your room, in the garden, cooking together, you name it. All he cares about is you (only takes candid photos yet they look so good??? Sir??)
- just two people foolishly in love, that's it, that's the tweet (Tumblr post?)
-I really think he'd be one of the best bfs, hands down
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- he writes fanfiction. "But, Noya, there's no way he-" ☝️😐 he does. I was thinking about Sebek writing FFs about Malleus, but Sebek doesn't seem like the type (Sebek for sure daydreams), but Deuce? He does. With Ace. They just share FFs and recommendations (he still doesn't know how to tell Ace he doesn't really write well)
-> tried to keep it a secret until you one day mentioned this cool fanfic you've read the night before with your favorite character
-> "you read fanfiction?😨" Yes, Deuce. "And you mentioned it to me so casually?" You lovable idiot
- thinks you are very cool and respects you greatly
- you have a group chat with him and his mom as well as a private chat with her
- the group chat is just the sweetest thing ever. His mom loves you and you love her, and Deuce is just there to observe and for the two of you to poke fun at (in an endearing way - talking sweetly about Deuce while he reads it all)
-> in the private chat, you're gossiping and having the best time of your life. His mom is so cool and such a girlboss (not to mention a total MILF - if it doesn't work out with Deuce you'll go for his mom 😔)
- that said, Deuce is very submissive and breedable
I will not elaborate
- dates with him are definitely outside, you either go for a walk, for a ride, or something like that
- brings you gifts all the time, they're mostly really stupid, but he's always like: "I saw this and it reminded me of you" or "I saw this and thought you might like it" your room is getting full, but you can't say no to that face.
- kiss his hair, he's sitting down and you do a little smooch, or the back of his neck
-> he gets all red and stuttering and then you hear it about it from his mom
-> "When will I get grandbabies?" Miss I want your child 😌☝️
- ehm
- just the loveliest puppy love, with a lot of hugs and kisses, he also doesn't care about where you two are and PDA is no problem for him (as long as it's like a little, he wouldn't straight out makeout with you,,, maybe)
- soft boy, will worry about everything but you and his mom will reassure him at all times, so we're good 😌
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- BOY
- okay I ended Deuce with PDA and I'm going to start with it here
-> PDA all the way, will makeout at the lockers, near friends, he doesn't care. You do? Too bad (just kidding he will actually respect your opinion, but you also have to respect his so like)
- will bring you to his room while Deuce is there just for the laughs
- will try to protect you from trouble, because he has this feeling of needing to protect you
- "This one is for you, babygirl" and then misses his shot at club, you laugh,,, but why does he keep doing that when it has worked like twice so far (Floyd also tells you all his shots are for you and doesn't miss)
- screams when in distress, you scream with him. Yes we're fine, Jack.
- steals tarts and cakes from the dorm kitchen and then sneaks into your room to eat with you, then acts oh so sad when Riddle collars him and he has to go sleep at Ramshackle 😩😩😩 oh woe is me (sneaky bastard)
- you definitely curse at one another, jokingly, you call him a dick, he calls you a bitch. But you're his bitch and he's your dick 🫶
- people are concerned, but you guys are fine
- talks about his exes sometimes and then realizes his mistake and keeps apologizing for days, you tell him it's fine (you've already had the talk, and you know his mouth just runs faster than his brain can keep up - you do say if something he said hurt you and he then tries to make it up and not repeat it ever again)
- dates are never the same, like I can't stress enough how your dates are just in the spur of the moment and you end up eating bananas on Crowley's window (you almost fell to your death so that was the last time you did that)
-> has a weird habit of remembering things like that, like if you cut yourself - never be close to a knife, if you slipped on ice - not going outside when it's freezing, you almost fell from that window - never let you be higher than a chair when he's around. It's sweet, but let me live my life goddamn
- while texting he has started putting /j after everything just to make sure you don't misunderstand
- it's an emotional rollercoaster with him, but you somehow still return, is that okay? Not necessarily, but you love him too much and he loves you, too
- tells you often, that he loves you. Like, any change he gets, he will be saying "I love you" "Love you" it's kinda cute because depsite that, he still gets nervous and all red, at least you know it's genuine
- will beat up anyone for you (with Deuce because they're a buy one get one free, or frequently bought together)
-> you got used to your dates sometimes being with Deuce, but it's fine, you spend all the time together anyway (Epel hates your love, so you tease him on purpose, Jack is just lovable and is happy for you guys - just don't let it distract you from your studies!)
Why did Riddle get so much text? He's my favorite.
Why does Deuce have 2 banners? because he's my bbygirl and I couldn't decide, he looks great everywhere.
When will be the next part? With how life's going rn, soon.
Who will be in the next part? I haven't decided yet, but either Pomefiore or Octavinelle.
Have a great week everyone, hope life is going well, goodnight 🫶🫶🫶
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warnersister · 8 months
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The Three Instances that Tom Riddle denied his love for you and The One Instance he didn’t.
Tom Riddle x Reader
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The first instance - Not enough seating on a cold winter’s morn
Tom was allowing himself to indulge in a book while sipping on a butter beer in Hogsmeade, finding a source of comfort in the warm building - a rather oxymoronic atmosphere to the bismal blizzard beyond the doors. However, what wasn’t comforting was the rest of Hogwarts being practically packed into the building - others having a similar idea to Tom, however deciding against a silent narrative; and. Instead opting for a loud and irritating conversion across the building.
Something implored him to look up from the page he had been repeating in his mind for the last twenty minutes to glance towards the door. The bell had been a constant ring however for some reason only this one drew him to it. Your face was red and your teeth were chattering, frosted flakes forming on your lashes and lips plump as a reaction to the cold. Your mouth flashed into an excitable grin when you saw your friends, making an effort to remove the matching white earmuffs and gloves and shrugging off the similar coat. He noticed how despite the wind and snow, your hair managed to stay perfectly intact, finalised by a black ribbon pulled into a bow to hold the final pesky strands back into a more visually satisfactory position.
Tom wanted to tell himself that it was sickly how perfect you looked, but he was also knowledgable enough to know the way his heart started to palpitate and how beads of sweat emitted from his forehead despite his cold stature wasn’t by chance - his heart could not lie so he settled on confused. Never before had he felt such strong emotions but then again he welcomed the swarm of butterflies encircling his stomach. After all, your presence was keeping him warm.
His eyes darted back to his book when you began to approach him and a flurry of questions rose in his brain. Why were you coming towards him? Did he have something on his face? What did you want? Did you reserve this table? And why was he panicking? “Excuse me?” You say, voice small yet sweet giving a delightful contrast to the bustling environment surround you both. He silently cleared his voice. “Can I help you?” He replied, surprising himself as he mirrored your sweetening voice. “I’m terribly sorry to bother, but is this seat taken? I’m afraid we are void of some.” You say, sincerity in your tone and your face visualised your apologetic comment. “Oh no, not at all. Please” he motioned to the chair and you thank him with a grin, taking it and sitting beside your friends.
The butter beer you were handed gave you a frosted stash and you licked it away quickly with a giggle. Tom thought wall he was watching one of those wizard porno magazines he had found on his dorm-mates bedside table. You were too perfect and he hated it.
Yes. He hated it.
The second instance - Tom is late.
He needn’t have been late. Thomas Riddle was never late. On time is late and early is on time in his book. His watch was lying. But no, his swift entrance into the potions classroom proved futile as everyone was already seated and settled. “Welcome, Mr Riddle please find a seat.” His teacher said, lucky to be favourites and his eyes calmly darted for a chair.
“The seat beside me is free, if you would like.” I voice spoke quietly from beside him and he peered down to see your doe eyes peering back kindly at him. “Yes, thank you.” He sat and soon realised he was unsure of what a was going on.
Your elbow touched his side slightly, drawing him away from his thoughts and towards you. You lean in and whisper “I’m aware you like to write your own notes, but I hope these are good enough to help you catch up.” You hand him your own that are scrawled in a declare and sophisticated hand and smile, turning away. Your whisper made his hair stand on end and spine shiver. He didn’t understand why something as simple as your made him feel this way, blaming it on the temperature of the dungeons and not you.
Soon enough however, it was time for the practical work to commence and he was therefore stuck being your partner. Not that he minded, of course. He just told himself he did. You were each gathering ingredients, you had spit the list into two and appointed one another different roles of which he just complied and went along with, scuttling about to source what you needed.
Walking back towards the cauldron, you find yourself suddenly getting caught on another student’s protruded chair and lurching ever so ungracefully falling. Tom turns as you do so, and for some reason instinctively dripping his own supplies to catch you and break your fall, landing in some sort of forbidden classical dance finale. You look up at him, breath caught in your throat as he mirrors your expression. He eyes you, looking you over concerned that you had hurt yourself. “Are you alright?” He asks, small and you nod, allowing him to help you back to your feet. “Yes, just a little surprised that’s all. Thank you, Tom.” You give him a small smile and hold his arm then turn back to the task at hand.
The student who’s chair it was hurries over to apologise. “Maybe if you hadn’t been so lazy to not put the stool where it belongs she wouldn’t have been in this predicament.” Tom snaps at the student who silences his apology, turning away and handing his head.
Tom looks at you both surprised at himself for protecting you and for the look you were giving him. A mischievous smile. “Aren’t you a knight in shining armour?” You giggle and he chuckles with a smirk. “Shouldn’t have been so negligent.”
But Tom shouldn’t have protected you, Tom Riddle let’s damsels in distress fall. Tom Riddle does not do selflessness.
The Third Instance - Your Festive Nature Rubs Off On Him
Christmas - the muggle celebration - was fast approaching. Spirits were high in Hogwarts and students were busy awaiting excitable festivities and warming hot chocolate; schoolwork discarded and teachers uncaring as they too felt the jolly spirit. But not Tom.
Tom thought it was ridiculous that people so incredible and wise as wizards and witches would celebrate such a lowly muggle holiday. He was quite happy to tuck himself away in the darkest corner of the library until it was all over. Some much needed studying was to be done and he wouldn’t let this infuriating date ruin his exceptional record.
Tom was nose deep into a pile of books taller than himself, when he heard footsteps fast approaching. He peered up slightly to see who dared to disrupt him and had to double take as he noticed it was you. You were adorned in bright red despite being a devoted green, holding a box of sickly sweet decor between your hands, walking towards him with a strong and meaningful stride - you wanted something.
“May I interest you in a Christmas Biscuit or Father Christmas hat?” You ask, holding your treats towards him and he complies by peering into the box of goods. If it was anyone else he would’ve pushed the box out of their hands or use foul language to send them on their way. But for some reason he was yet to put his finger on, not you. “No thank you.” He says and you let out a dramatic sigh.
“A man as hard working as yourself surely needs some sugar to keep his energy up.” You wave a gingerbread man in front of him with a hopeful grin. He eyes you slightly and decided it would be simpler to take the sweet goodness from your hands than to argue, not because it was you - he was just hungry, his growling stomach of which he had been neglecting told him so. It wasn’t you at all.
Your lips form a gleeful smile as he accident lets out a satisfied hum at the taste. “I am a good baker when it comes to Christmas.” You tell him then wrestle through your box and put and odd shaped cylinder-like object, holding one side and encouraging him to pull at the other.
You raised a brow but you remain stubborn and shake the object and it rattles, dull. “It’s a cracker, please indulge and humour me on this one, Tom.” He nearly melts at your words and holds onto the other side, jumping slightly and feeling all gooey when he hears your giggle at his reaction. He holds the full side and does indeed humour you, curiosity killing the cat as he peers inside; pulling out a small muggle rubber duckling, a joke card, and a purple party hat.
He looks from his prize to you and you take the joke from his hands. “What do you sing at a snowman’s birthday party?” You asked, voice overflowing with a sense of humour. “What?” He allows himself to indulge. “Freeze a jolly good fellow.” You laugh and he smirks. “I know you found that funny, Thomas you are allowed to laugh.” You jokingly tell him, removing the party hat from its plastic confinements and reaching to put it on his head.
He should feel repulsed, horrified, disgusted, yet he allows you to put the purple hat on his head and stand between his legs to adjust it perfectly. Your tongue protruded from your lips slightly in concentration and he was enthralled by the sight, a warm bubbly feeling in his stomach when you look down at him. “Perfect.” You conclude and step back.
“Well I’ll allow you to get back to your studying, thank you for that, Tommy.” You say and make your leave. Tommy. What an awful nickname. You should call it him more often.
Tom thumbed the rubber duck and surveyed it for a few moments, before placing it into his breast pocket and tapping it securely as it began to thaw his cold chest, moving to adjust his oversized hat.
Tom enjoyed your unbearable love-ability.
The Instance When Tom Submitted - The Yule Ball.
Tom believed the Yule Ball to be a pointless annual ceremony. Drinks, facing, festivities, how pathetic. What infuriated him the most was how everyone was crowding in the common room to seek out their friends or nightly companions to accompany them to the great hall. How dare they interrupt his peaceful study period!
His breath caught abruptly in his throat when you descended the stairs of the girl’s dormitories. Your skin was glittery and radiating, reflecting from the contrasting black breaded gown tight on your body, corset forcing your breasts to sit in a forcibly plump and admirable position. You hair was in a tight up-do, a headband matching your dress, black lace gloves highlighting the dark and fluorescent green on your well-kept manicured nails, Vivian Westwood flats on your feet and a red lip to tie of the lip. Tom thought he had died and ascended to the holy land where he would reside after death.
You notice his stairs from beyond his book and give him a sweet, adorable tight-lipped smile before descending the final step and joining your friends who were each being complimented by their dates as yours interlocked your arms. Tom felt a horrible twang in his chest as the man touched you - how dare he? How dare he lay his eyes upon you? How dare he breathe your precious oxygen? How dare he - Tom shook his head, ignorantly ignoring his thoughts and forcing his brain to absorb another several paragraphs of perfection-worthy potions essays.
Tom had the common room all to himself. It was peaceful, it was relaxing, it was ideal. But his calm world came crashing around him when the sound of familiar sobs echoed from the entrance of the common room and drew closer. Looking up, he noticed the rivers of ruined mascara and smudged lipstick on your face and his face immediately dropped, discarding his book and standing to stride over to you. You lol up at him, slightly surprised at his response your entrance and allow him to survey you.
“What happened? Are you alright? What did he do?” He bombarded you with questions in an unfamiliar; caring tone. “He left me to go dance with some Ravenclaw who had her breasts practically hanging out. I was forced to sit by myself while I watched my friends dance with their partners and not once been offered a hand. I feel foolish.” You say and Tom’s knuckles go white at his sides from clenching them at your words.
Very much in his own control, he lifts his thumbs to wipe below your eyes and remove the remnants of sadness the residue of your tears had left behind. As much as he wanted to kill the foolish boy, to hex him, to torture him, to make him feel the pain you did currently, his heart told him that you needed him and his comfort more than he needed revenge on your behalf.
“He is the foolish one. He does not deserve you. He should be lucky he still has eyes look at you and a voice still to apologise with.” He says. “You should not have accompanied him, regardless.” He adds. “Who was I supposed to go with? Myself?” You laughs slightly. He shakes his head in response. “I’ll have you know I rejected a plentiful number of offerings and accompanied him as a last resort.” His eyebrow quirks in confusion. “And what did he have that the other bachelors lacked?” “Nothing. A small, foolish part of me ridiculously hoped that you would have asked, Tom.” You said in a small voice looking into his eyes.
His heart beats quick and his breathing stops. The moment in frozen as the world surrounding you both spins in a painful cycle. He looks down at you and forfeits. He surrenders. He raises his white flag. He admits the reason he loved you so much was because he simply did and it was an unavoidable conclusion.
“Perhaps I would have attended such a ridiculous event if you were by my side.” The sides of your mouth quirk into a small smile which quickly drops as you look above your head. Curious, Tom does the same and a small, white-berried bush becomes suddenly apparent. “Mistletoe. What a ridiculous muggle tradition.” He says quietly enough for you to hear it. He then looks down to you and notices the disappointment in your face. “It’s a good job your gingerbread was as delicious as it was, I may have to indulge once more - just this once.” He says and dips his head down and leans in.
Your soft lips touch his and a powerful firework erupts in his stomach in a euphoric manner, settling his inner dispute with a true loves kiss. You each pull away and you go to rest your head against his chest but get confused by the dull ache in your cheek. Reaching into his pocket he pulls out the small duck. “Turns out I enjoy indulging.” He tells you, leaning back in to continue his euphoria.
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katskitoshi · 7 months
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"BEING RIDDLE'S SHORTER S/O," with RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS from TWISTED WONDERLAND.
synopsis: you're shorter than your boyfriend, riddle, and he absolutely loves this new feeling.
characters: riddle rosehearts x gn! reader
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-- riddle absolutely loves giving you forehead and knuckle kisses. sometimes he'll lean down a bit and place a gentle, soft kiss on your forehead. or maybe lift your hand and kiss each one of your knuckles. a small smile will trace itself on his face as he gazes down at you with a slight pink tint on his cheek.
"what was that for?" you ask with your hand hovering over your lip, still in shock from the kiss riddle had surprised you with. he quietly chuckles, not really meaning anything by it. "just to show my love, dear." riddle lifts your hand from your lips and kisses your knuckles one by one, before running the backside of your hand across his face.
-- listen, he definitely does that thing where he holds your chin and forces you to look up at him. sometimes, he thinks you can be a real brat, and he has only has so much patience for that. even when you aren't being a brat per say, he just loves eye contact and that flustered look you have when he makes you hold it with him for a long time.
riddle only has so much patience, and sometimes, you truly test him. this time, you've gone and broken the rules, and thats something riddle truly can't allow to go on. he finally has the chance to corner you against the wall. one hand traps you in and the other tilts your chin up so that you remain in eye contact with him. "i don't know where your attitude has come from dear but i suggest you ditch it. i don't like rulebreakers but they must be dealt with accordingly. so i'll say this one more time: fix your attitude or else you're in for a punishment. do you understand me?"
-- he absolutely loves the idea of you relying on him to reach something! riddle is still vertically challenged, so he can't reach everything. but he'll sure as hell give it his all so that he can continue to impress you.
"hey, riddle? could you please help with this?" you're reaching for a book just out of your reach as riddle walks by. "of course. which book?" you point at the book you need and riddle comes right behind you, leaning into you back and forcing you against to bookcase. he teasingly stays there for many more moments than he needed before slightly rubbing against you. finally, he backs away and hands you the book. riddle kisses you gently before walking away. "you're welcome dear."
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kalims · 2 years
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Congrats on 3K❤️❤️❤️🎊🎊🎊
For my request, can you do the prompt “kabedonning” with Riddle Roseheart and Lilia Vanrouge please? Thank you
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includes: riddle rosehearts, and lilia vanrouge.
8. kabedonning — corner them into a wall and see what happens.
thank you! <33 hi angel, how you doing? :DD
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✧ riddle rosehearts.
8. kabedonning
riddle is what you'd call a person that would lead the way in a haunted house while holding your hand despite him being terrified as well—flinching but shielding you from a staff member that leaps out of a bush and assumes an unusual position nonetheless.
what I mean to say is that he tries his best to remain as someone who will stay strong despite any situation, nerve-wracking, suprising, scary. he's always ready and thinks these 'obstacles' are just challenges for him to test himself. that's just how he motivates himself.
but this..
this is just another one of the gods challenges... right? riddle repeatedly chants his head as if trying to believe that his thought is the word of god themself. it doesn't help that you're in some random hallway and there's most likely students on their way to class..
—just like he was supposed to be!
not until you called out his name from behind, which prompted to him to stop. the wall who was just conveniently there next to him was in your favor and he didn't know how to react when you basically backed him up to the wall somehow and trapped him?
"what is.." he blubbered mindlessly. jerking to the side which proved to be a fail when your arm was literally there to ram in his forehead(or neck, depends on your height.) he's trying his best to keep the poker face, but he can feel his lips twitching and can practically feel the outstanding red making an appearance.
ARE YOU GONNA KISS HIM? why are you getting closer like tha— oh you're now leaning away.. he doesn't know whether to feel relieved or disappointed.
you muster a wobbly smile a twinge of embarrassment. "I was just curious?" you stare, and he stares back. you weren't just gonna tell him you backed out just cause you thought he was gonna blow up and collar you.. what? it's scary seeing him red up close after all the times of him being terrifyingly angry.
yeah totally not suspicious.
WAIT HES LATE TO CLASS..
✧ lilia vanrouge.
8. kabedonning
honestly how could you ever even get him off guard? he has some super sharp tingly senses, which is in fact— just his convenient ears and nose. so he just straight up disappears when you were just looking at him and blink.
now there's a deep chuckle right beside your ears, so close that you can literally feel goosebumps crawl up your legs and arms. "my, what are you up to?" "WHAT THE FU—"
it's not that lilia isn't curious about your shenanigans, you're always stirring up something that proves to be great entertainment. however it's just too much of an opportunity for him to pass up the opportunity to jumpscare you and await the kind of reaction you'll give him..
there's very few chances that you'll find him holed up somewhere, just look up a chandelier and there's a 50/50 chance that you'll find lilia already looking straight at you. ask him to come down politely so he practically has no other chances to scare you when you're already looking at him, plus.. you're asking him nicely after all.
if you're lucky he lands near a wall, so if not you'd have to push him towards it yourself (to which he lets you with a raise of his brows because, why not?) let's face it. he'd either just plainly let you push him around like a ragdoll until you reach your goal or tease you a little by standing his ground and watch you confusedly push harder.
^ he still wouldn't budge.
just isn't phased when you kabedon him, if he's feeling particularly cheesy and cheeky. he will definitely just switch your positions so fast that you'd already be switched after a second, you will be processing that for more than 5 seconds and realize that you have been in fact,
have been switched single handedly by a small looking man, he looks far too mischievous to think that's there's anything good running through his mind.
so you wanted to make him want to kiss you right? well too bad, he's gone and you're the one wanting a kiss. haha, you gotta find him later... if you can. ;)
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rs-wonderland · 1 year
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Could I request the housewardens receiving a bouquet of flowers made by their s/o?
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{ i didn't know if you mean just flowers or like a paper made ones. So i did for the paper ones, i hope you don't mind!}
Riddle:
♡He is so happy and impressed by it!
♡The flowers are little red roses, and Riddle thinks it's so cute. Impressed by your hard work, and his heart melted by thought of you loving him that much to stay up all night to gave him somethings special.
♡They were putten on his desk, right beside a picture of two of you on your first date.
♡Ace point it out when he was in his room, and he needed to paint the roses red for the next 2 months.
♡After you gave them to his he tried to make some for you, but when it failed he just bought you the real ones.
Leona:
♡Leona never cared about flowers or any present if he wasn't the one giving it to you.
♡But gosh, this little yellow sun flowers are just so pretty. And most importantly you made it just for him (which made him so happy with the fact that no one paid that much attencion to him, with him being the second born), he tooks big pride in it.
♡They were putten on one of the drawers besides his bed, so he could look at them everyday he wakes up (or everyday that Ruggie wakes him up)
♡In return he got Ruggie to buy you you're favorite flowers and some chocolate. With hand written letter, made by Leona himself~
♡You got his tail waving left to right with love♡
Azul:
♡Oh great seven he loves it! Would tell you that he should be the one to spoil you, but he is really grateful
♡He will either keep them on his desk in the office or in his jacket pocket.
♡Got Jade and Floyd to get you some flowers and would TRY to make you paper ones, BUT fails and glue was every where. (never again)
♡Tries to start a job with selling your paper flowers, for not so small sum of money.
Kalim:
♡Boy number 2. Tring to make you ones back.
♡Tries to make you ones back, bc he want you to have something special from him but also bc it looked fun. It turned out pretty good!
♡When you gave it to him he thought it was the most adorable thing ever! Jamil got irritated with Kalims reaction.
♡he carries them everywhere with him. And shows it to everyone, not to be a braggart, he's just very proud of you and your effort to make something so beautiful for him.
♡Puts it in the treasure room after sometime for sure.
Vil:
♡Vil is used to getting flowers from his fans, he is pretty popular. But he never got any hand made flowers like this.
♡Little suprised by it tho, maybe you just didn't have money to buy real ones, but he isn't the one to talk about that. Thinks they are very pretty.
♡So proud of you're hard work, and posts a picter of the flowers on his social media with title: "The most beautiful flowers, by my beautiful @ potato~♡"
♡Puts them right in front of his mirror so everytime he does his morning or night routine he could look at them and it always makes him smile.
♡Rook got you're little romantic moment of giving them to Vil on camera.
Idia:
♡OMG YOU GAVE HIM HAND MADE FLOWERS!? His whole dorm heared him scream like a little fan girl.
♡He waited for his anime moment like this forever! And you made it even better than he imagine it.
♡Stand there with little flowers in his hand, with his face and hair being red as tomato, also smiling like crazy!
♡Made ones to you back, ofc they were perfect and because Idia is a shy boy, Ortho is the one who gave them to you in person. OR he made you a little flower gif and send it to you in DM's, also didn't text you the whole day, because he thought that you maybe wouldn't like them. (Like a said shy boy)
♡He put them beside his computer, so he can look at them all day.
Malleus:
♡He is really happy! No one ever gave him anything, especialy hand made flowers! Now he loves them more than real ones!
♡Learned to make them when you showed him a couple of times. And then he made you a crown out of paper flowers.
♡Was so happy, he showed it to Lilia and others, reactions were everything! Lilia talking about some 'young love' thing, Silver smiled and went back to sleep, also Sebek was jealous so he tried to give Malleus paper flowers himself. (it didn't work)
♡He takes them everywhere with him, also showed it to Idia. Leona saw it to, and he rolled his eyes to the ceiling, mumbeling how stupide it is. (Malleus wasn't having it AKA. they got into fight)
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schoenht · 7 months
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SPEED RUNNING FOR THE 1K EVENT BC WHY DO YOU NOT TAG ME FOR EVERY SINGLE POST SMHHHH
May I ask for a lyric prank with Azul and Riddle? Lemme find songs hmmm (fully expect them to be taylor)
Okay, suggestions (you can do others if you want!!): I'm Just Ken or Last Kiss for Riddle, Dear John or Gorgeous for Azul
A bit unrelated to the request but you can bet that I'd do this all the time. Like, pov you're Azul getting a notif at 3 am saying “ALL THAT I KNOW IS I DON'T KNOW HOW TO BE SOMETHING YOU MISS... I NEVER THOUGHT WE'D HAVE A LAST KISS”
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↝ lyric prank
characters: riddle rosehearts, azul ashengrotto
note: bites you LMAO EJWKFNMS I SHOULD HAVE TAGGED YOU TBH BAHAHAHAHA but how dare you assume i wasnt gonna use taylor songs. bro. you are THE taylor moot bffr. azul should be GRATEFUL tbh he's having a whole concert for free ??? i digress I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS AND THAT I DID IT JUSTICE </3
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