#riddle fluff

☀️ » 𝓚𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐦 𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐦 ,

—> kalim isn’t insecure at all, not even when he starts dating you even though he’s been told by jamil that you are far to good for him, he’s just joking after all!! not

—> he always compliments you, doesn’t matter where you guys are or what you are doing, he doesn’t even notice how much he does it; to him it’s just his way of showing love to his partner.

—> always hangs out with you when you go out, spoils the heck out of you, “this fits so well with you!” “i got you this, it’s just a small thing.” and then it’s expensive jewellery, custom made to suit you perfectly, don’t try giving it back or anything like that, he will just buy you more until your fully stocked up even then it’s doubtful he would stop

—> absolutely loves to stare at you, even if it’s from afar, what can’t a boy admire his partner?

—> i don’t think he really notices other people gawking and checking you out, but when he does it’s not like he gets jealous, he probably would be oblivious to there intentions at first and he would just keep his bright smile on his face, “aren’t they amazing?”

🌹 » 𝓡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ,

—> despite the two of you being together he is always stunned by how good you seem to look no matter the days, good or bad, he is always bright red when he’s around you, don’t worry it’s not his ‘i’m furious!’ red face, it’s a soft pink tint on both of his cheeks, but in reality he always gets butterflies.

—> definitely gets jealous very quickly and goes on a strop about it to you afterwards, he won’t let them see it though, the chances of him also bringing it up to you are extremely low, but it’s not like it isn’t obvious.

—> CONSTANTLY gets teased by Ace, who doesn’t seem at all phased by riddles rants about how utterly irrelevant his words are! (yet he doesn’t deny any of it)

—> Riddle would like to gift you things though to him it seems very out of the blue, so when trey bakes him stuff he offers to share with you.

—> much like kalim he enjoys hanging out with you, loves when you pick stuff up and ask for his opinion however his answers are very peculiar in its on way.

🖥️ » 𝓘𝐝𝐢𝐚 𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 ,

—> right so as we know he is canonically somewhat attractive, so to people? him bagging you was easy as hell you both might as well have your own ‘hottest couple’ title.

—> but idia isn’t to sure, he’s flustered most of the time along with him hiding himself from everyone 24/7, no seriously how did he get you.. that was none the less with the help of his brother ortho!

—> i don’t think idia dates you for your looks, even though the majority of the time he gets extremely overwhelmed and gets all flustered around you, he’s more with you because ortho likes you you like him for who he is.

—> dating Idia wherever your attractive or not your going to have to put up with him struggling in the relationship, don’t worry he’s cocky most of the time when it’s just you both, but when tons of people are checking you out? his thoughts spiral abit.

—> unlike riddle and kalim i don’t think he would go out with you physically most of the time, probably on call when your showing fits or new stuff you brought? yes definitely. but other then that probably not.

—> the first couple of months he doesn’t actually show much interest in finding little things for you, only because he’s worried about what you will think, but after talking to ortho about it he’s hit with reality.

—> so after that, yes he is buying and getting you stuff, even sending you links to stuff you might like or stuff which would match your aesthetic, though he doesn’t see the point in aesthetics.

—> if you have been dating for awhile? he shuts down still, his brain not fully convinced this whole thing is real!!— straight out of a romance game!

—> besides him being a nervous wreck most of the time he’s definitely inlove with you so much it hurts him physically, he swears atleast.

—> won’t compliment you publicly unless someone else does, he will mutter a groan agreeing with them before he says something while stuttering about how great you look everyday.

—> when your alone though? yeah he’s complimenting you he doesn’t care how red he gets, your his he’s yours all that bazinga! i feel like once you guys have been dating for like a year or move then 5 months he’s very cringey with what he says but it’s ok

🐉 » 𝓜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐚 ,

—> much like idia i don’t think he would date someone for their looks, but he is very stunned when he sees you the first time and his compliments are very interesting withh themselves.

—> wait completely of topic, but when you guys first met he fumbled with his words and related your beauty as a gargoyle, he was incredibly confused when you looked taken aback, but the he went on to say about how they are sculpted with such care and how much he loves them.

—> i think you guys probably met at first, if you aren’t yuu, because you were talking to Lilia about something - and lilia being the grandpa he is took notice to how malleus was looking at you and swatted him over.

—> does he get jealous? it depends on what someone is doing, cat calling, no he finds that ridiculous and knows you won’t even glance their way, if they are just staring possibly, especially if it’s been awhile and they haven’t turned away.

—> i feel like out of the other 3 on here, your and malleus’ relationship gets looked down upon, especially from people at NRC they really don’t understand how someone so scary got with you.

—> malleus does not care at all about what people has to say. for starters you always reassure him that it doesn’t matter, and he also has the support of lilia so.. why should he care? he’s also use to it by now it doesn’t affect him at all.

—> oh he definitely butters you up: public, private.. you name it! he’s absolutely complimenting you whenever even when it isn’t the time, he doesn’t care most of the time.. more blown away by you. oh well that’s just how he is!

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Crewel blinked rapidly. "You—my Pup?!"

Riddle’s whole face went scarlet. "Y-Yes! I realize it is unexpected, but I truly love them with all my heart, and I’ve given this great thought! I can provide them with a balanced life, and I—"

"You’re serious?" Crewel interrupted, voice dangerously low.

"I wouldn’t joke about this, sir."

"Rosehearts," Crewel said slowly, "the only ring you’re getting anytime soon is a collar for speaking nonsense in my office."

Riddle sputtered, red from ear to ear. "W-What?! I—! I’m being sincere!"

Crewel stepped forward, eyes narrowed. "You can’t just barge in here, spouting proposals like some lovesick pup!"

Riddle’s voice cracked. "I was only trying to be proper!"

"Proper?!" Crewel threw his hands up.

"WHY WHEN I GET MY HANDS ON YOU—!!"

CROWLEY hummed to himself as he signed off on some essential paperwork (that may or may not have been a 'Headmaster’s Special Fund'). The door creaked open.

"Ah—Rosehearts! What brings you here, dear boy? Another rule suggestion? More collar quotas?"

Riddle smoothed his uniform, expression painfully polite. "No, Headmaster. I’ve come to ask for the Prefect’s hand in marriage."

Crowley spat tea across his ledger. "I—YOU—MARRIAGE?!"

"Yes," Riddle nodded crisply. "Once I graduate, I wish to take the prefect's hand in marriage, have them registered here as a citizen, cause you clearly didn't—I’ve made a full schedule of the engagement period, ceremony arrangements, and post-graduation relocation plan. Everything is perfectly in order."

Crowley slammed his desk. "ORDER—?! THERE WILL BE NO MARRIAGE ORDER! YOU’RE NOT MARRYING THE PREFECT!!"

Riddle blinked, offended. "Why not? Surely you see my qualifications—responsibility, punctuality, a respectable GPA—" He crossed his arms.

"THERE WILL BE NO WEDDING!!" Crowley screamed.

Riddle's jaw tightened, turning his heel to leave "This will not be our last meeting, I swear upon it. I will marry the prefect!"

"ROSEHEARTS GET OUT OF MY OFFICE THIS INSTANT—!!"

students at heartslabyul have noticed the pattern. whenever riddle’s temper starts to rise, they yell, “where’s the king?!” because you’re the only thing that keeps him from flying into a full lecture. riddle pretends he’s above this but he secretly enjoys that everyone sees how important you are to him.

riddle clings to your hand more than he’ll ever admit. especially when he’s stressed. if someone breaks a rule during a tea party, wrong posture, wrong vocabulary, wrong dessert order, he squeezes your fingers three times. that’s his silent signal of “please ground me. please don’t let me explode.”

you once kissed his cheek right before he unleashed a tirade on ace. he froze. eyes wide. face red. ace, noticing this, immediately yelled, “oh thank sevens, they patched the bug!” riddle chased him across the courtyard, but notably, without yelling.

he absolutely quotes the queen of hearts’ rules at you, but only softly, privately, in a way that’s more affectionate than authoritarian. like, “rule 153… affection must be given freely to maintain a happy court.” translation: hug me please, my dear.

when his mother comes up in conversation, his shoulders tense automatically. you’re the only one who can ease it. he’ll sit beside you on the heartslabyul garden bench, resting his head on your shoulder, and whisper, “you make the rules feel… kinder.” it’s the closest he’ll get to admitting how much you’ve changed his worldview.

when he overblots? you’re the anchor he sees through the madness. your voice is the law he can’t disobey. the one thing stronger than centuries-old dictations is the simple sound of you telling him, “come back to me, riddle.”

he’s fiercely, almost comically protective of you. if a student accidentally speaks to you without proper etiquette, riddle snaps like, “mind your manners in front of the king!” you roll your eyes and pat his head gently, which immediately shrinks him back down to a tomato-faced kitten of a man.

at night, he curls beside you, resting his head on your chest, winding your fingers with his. he whispers every rule he’s rewritten in his heart: rule 1: love can be gentle. rule 2: patience is not weakness. rule 3: you taught me both. and when he sleeps, his breathing is soft and steady, the calm he never found until he met you.

But right when you leaned forward to take a bite, he immediately looked away and cleared his throat, a bit loudly.

"Um, you got a stain, i'll just, clean it." motioning vaguely your chin before awkwardly swiping the napkin to your chin delicately, cheeks burning.

It was cute to look at him struggle to his first date with his stiffness and it was also tempting to tease him about it but it was almost certain he'd turn into a tomato. Riddle could sense your gaze on him yet he refused to meet it, his fingers fiddling with the edge of the napkin.

"What are you smiling at? Honestly, this is unnecessarily difficult...!" he muttered, finally daring to glance your way, only to immediately avert his eyes again when he saw your smiling face.

It was in his territory, the botanical garden that you sat beside Leona who was dozing off arms crossed and in a sitting position, sunlight not being a bother. And despite not giving any remarks, you knew he noticed you by his tail swished just a little closer to you, brushing against your leg.

Then, without warning, he leaned his face against the top of your head with gentleness.

"Is something wrong?"

"…always smelling nice...i like it. Your company. 'n that's it." he muttered, did these words slipped out without thinking? You blinked, stunned, not expecting these honest compliments coming from Leona.

Who, immediately avoided to look at you by busying himself with a stubborn curl of his hair, twisting it around one finger like it was the most fascinating thing in the world, ears twitching when you chuckled at his attitude.

"Forget it. No, don't tell anyone about it. It's bit embarrassin'...but i did meant it." groaning, he ironically rolled his eyes when you leaned against him a little more, him in return not moving away.

Siting in front of Azul, facing a ready table set for two in the Monstro Lounge, with him looking uneasy dismissed your doubts of suspicions.

"Like i said...tonight is a test, for our new menu! Very romantic and not a date!" clarified too quickly with a pitching voice, he took a deep breath with his mouth close, cravat adjusted with trembling finger when your brow slightly raised.

And the table didn't helped his excuse: candlelight in the middle of petals arranged in a near-perfect heart. The evening continued with awkward yet sweet gentleman gestures:

Him pouring your glass without demand, nervously laughing at the compliment of the ambiance, and at one point he even tried to quote a line from a book he read only to choke halfway through, muttering a flustered apology into his sleeve.

"Can't believe it...i rehearsed this in the mirror so many times, you know? Yet i'm losing it in front of you..." utterly defeated and even ready to slid under the table to hide, he confessed with a blushed face that made you smile as you rested your hand over his.

"Maybe because you didn't needed to do all of this for me." he froze for short seconds at your touch before his lips tugged into a softest smile.

"That’s very dangerous for my heart..."

Riddle sits up even straighter when he sees you approaching him with a heart shaped box and an envelope, his cheeks flushing pink. He clears his throat when you arrive, expression all twisted up as if you’re unhappy about something. Riddle turns to look at you, holding his chin high as he addresses you by name.

“Do you have something to tell me?” he asks, arms crossed over his chest.

“This is a pathetic gift for the Queen of Hearts.” you reply dryly, throwing the gifts on the ground and stomping on them, “Someone thought that would be enough for you, but I won’t stand for it.”

Riddle stares open mouthed at the torn envelope and crushed box of chocolates, but a giant bundle of roses blocks his line of sight.

“This.” you say, a bouquet of roses in one hand and an entire strawberry tart in the other, with the truffles from the box placed in a circle around it in your hands, “Is a far more fitting gift for courting the queen.”

Deuce freezes after he reads the note you gave him with a sour face, cheeks turning pink. He wonders why you look so upset when you just confessed how much you like him—even though the words seem a bit off...

“See, Deuce? I told you you were popular.” you scoff, wrinkling your nose in disgust.

You glare so intensely at the envelope that Deuce feels your anger and jealousy.

“Is this...not from you?” he asks softly, his heart plummeting out of his body. And here he was, getting all delighted and cheesy about it—

“Nah. It’s not.” you say flippantly, “I’m confessing my feelings in a much better way.”

Deuce gasps when you pull out a bouquet of dark blue roses, kneeling at his feet as you take his hand. He swears you see hearts in his eyes as he stares at the flowers and your face, which look up at him with determination he knows all too well.

“Deuce Spade, I want you to be mine.” you declare, and his legs turn to jelly as he babbles out an enthusiastic yes.

“I can’t believe someone who isn't me likes your dumbass.” you smack Ace’s arm as he snickers over the note, an immature gesture if there ever was one.

“Well, if you like this dumbass what does that make you, huh? A stupidass?” he quips, knocking his whole body against you.

You squeal and shove him back, sticking your tongue out at his shocked face as he falls off the bed.

“Really!? This is how you’re confessing your love to me?” Ace huffs, playful as always, “I want a divorce.”

“You idiot, I’m just speaking your language!” you snap back, throwing a pillow at his head, “All you do is tease and yap and jab so I’m giving you a taste of your own medicine!”

“Oh you’re on!” Ace jumps to his feet, pillow in hand.

It’s obvious he likes you back. It always has been. And even if that person hadn’t sent that note, you two still would have known just how much you care for each other, even if it remains (mostly) unsaid.

(You still trampled that note at least ten times during your pillow fight though.)

“Is this some kind of joke?” Azul says blandly, placing the letter down on his desk of his VIP Room, “This obviously isn’t your handwriting, nor is it your style of writing.”

“That’s because it’s not mine.” you say just as blandly, raising an eyebrow as Azul looks over his spectacles at you, “Were you hoping it was?”

“What is the purpose of this visit then? You bring me some random letter with a confession of love...don’t tell me you’re hoping to butter me up.” Azul chuckles, standing up as gracefully as ever, “You should know better than anyone that those tricks do not work on me.”

You stand up as well, arms crossed over your chest as you meet his stare with your own.

“Because, Azul, someone left that note in my desk. It was addressed to you, as you can see, so I bought it for you. What you just read is what encouraged me to take action.” you take a deep breath and summon all of your courage, there truly is no turning back now, “Azul, I am interested in pursuing a romantic relationship with you. I can assure you I’ve thought this over many times before coming to you with this proposal. If you’re willing, I would love to sit down and have a talk about the terms and conditions of this deal.”

You hold out your hand for a handshake.

Azul’s mouth forms an o shape, and for a second you’d say he looks shocked, but he composes himself quickly as is all too inclined to place his hand in yours.

“Well, well, well!” he beams, voice light and airy with what you can only assume is joy, “Let’s get negotiations underway, shall we?”

“Aww, you shouldn’t have.” Lilia coos, bringing a hand up to his mouth, “Why do you look so sour, sweets?”

“Because it’s not from me. It was stuffed in my desk and addressed to you.” you wrinkle your nose, the envelope clenched in your fist, “I don’t like the idea of someone confessing to you before I could.”

Lilia giggles, still hiding his mouth behind his hand. You stare blankly at him, tapping your foot so hard your ankle starts to cramp up.

“Oh, no need to look so anxious, dear. I’m sure you’re well aware of where my affections lie, yes?” Lilia approaches you, his fingers intertwining with yours as the envelope flutters to the floor, unnoticed and uncared for.

He doesn’t have much time left. He’s loved and he’s lost, he may as well go for what he wants while it’s still here, in front of him.

“That is such an indirect way of confessing.” you groan, squeezing his hand, “I even got you a whole bag of mystery flavored red lollipops...”

And then you knelt.

Right there, in the sun-warmed grass of the greenhouse lawn, you bent down on one knee, then both, until you were kneeling comfortably on your knees in front of him. Still tall even then, damn you.

Riddle blinked. “What on earth are you doing?”

You smiled, slow and easy. “Making it easier for you.”

He bristled. “I don’t need you to—”

“You were practically glaring up at me like I was a gargoyle,” you said, gently interrupting. “I figured I’d spare your poor neck before it filed a complaint with the rest of your bones.”

“I was not—!” Riddle began, voice going up half a register.

“You were.” Your eyes sparkled, almost teasing. “You always look so determined when we talk. It’s admirable. But it also makes me feel like a lamppost.”

“I’m not uncomfortable,” he huffed. “This is about principle. Proper posture. Maintaining decorum.”

You just watched him. No rebuttal. No smirk, no smug remark. Just that look—eyes slightly narrowed, a touch too soft, too earnest for Riddle’s comfort.

He folded his arms across his chest, looking down at you now. It should have felt like a reversal. A small victory. But somehow, standing over you while you gazed up at him like that—still somehow eye-level with his standing straight self… it made his stomach do that annoying fluttering thing again.

“What?” he said, tone sharp enough to cut parchment.

“Nothing,” you replied, which was a lie, because you kept looking at him with that ridiculous expression. One he only saw when careless students accidentally dropped love potions haphazardly.

“Just—this is nice. Seeing you like this.”

“Like what, exactly?”

“Like this,” you said, quieter now. “Eye to eye. Or close enough.”

“That’s not—” Riddle stopped, faltering. He felt his cheeks warm. He cleared his throat. “You’re being ridiculous.”

You didn’t argue. Riddle made a note that you rarely wanted to argue with him to the point where he could feel his anger bubbling over. It’s thoughtful of you, he thinks.

You tilted your head slightly, facial features catching the light—like some protagonist of a romance novel—and then you smiled. Not the playful one. Not the amused curve of lips you used when teasing. This one was warm. Honest. A little awestruck.

Even a little... loving, if Riddle dared think.

“You’re very easy to admire like this,” you said softly.

Riddle blinked.

The words struck harder than they should have. A rush of heat bloomed under his collar, all the way to the tips of his ears. He looked away, down toward the grass, then back again—unwilling to let you have the last word, unwilling to admit the effect you had on him.

“…You could’ve just sat on a bench,” he muttered, almost sulking.

“I could’ve,” you agreed. “But I’d rather be here. Like this.”

“Infuriating,” Riddle whispered under his breath.

But he didn’t tell you to stand back up.

Didn’t step away either.

Instead, he held your gaze. His neck, for once, not protesting. And you… you looked at him like he was something rare and brilliant. Like this moment mattered. Like he mattered.

And for once, Riddle let himself feel seen. Fully, gently, completely seen. Not as a dorm leader. Not as the boy who upheld rules with iron conviction. Just as himself.

“…Fine,” he said at last, voice a fraction softer than before. “But you’ll have to move if someone walks by. I won’t have rumors about us loitering in the grass like—like truant students.”

Your eyes gleamed with laughter. “Understood. So about the next herb they’ll be using...”

You didn’t move. Neither did he. And for a few long, heart-steadying moments, you managed to talk to Riddle like this—comfortable and close, like the space between two people no longer trying to measure distance.

You sighed. “Riddle is so smart.”

Trey glanced over at you, bewildered. “Where did this come from?”

Shrugging, you went back to the tart you were making. “Just an observation, that’s all.”

“Right…”

“Well, he is smart.”

“He is.” Trey furrowed his brows. “This has nothing to do with you failing Professor Trein’s history of magic class, right?”

You glared at him. “I’m not failing his class! I’m just not doing as well as I like.”

“Alright, alright. So are you going to ask him to tutor you?”

Shrugging again, you answered, “I don’t know. I don’t think the cooking club can handle not having their president around.”

He laughed. “Schedule your tutoring sessions around your meetings.”

Playfully hip-checking him as you put your tart ub the oven, you shot back, “Don’t you think I’ve thought of that? Besides, it’s just easier if I tell myself that’s the reason why I haven’t talked to him  instead of facing his crushing rejection.”

“Oh please. He’s not going to reject you. He could never reject you.” Trey shook his head with a knowing smile.

You narrowed your eyes at him. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

He held his hands up in mock surrender. “I’ve said too much, But let me give you some advice. When that tart is done, offer it to him and ask him to tutor you. His answer might just surprise you.”

Rolling your eyes, you flicked some flour at him. “Yeah. He’ll apologize and tell me just how busy he is and that he can’t help me.”

“Perhaps. Perhaps not. You’ll never know if you don’t ask.”

And that’s how you ended up in front of Riddle’s door, a strawberry-kiwi tart in your hand. If Trey hadn’t been so insistent on you giving it to Riddle, you would have left it for Ace and Deuce to enjoy. But there was no turning back now, not if you didn’t want to be relentlessly teased by Trey.

You knocked once and he opened the door. “Oh! Y/n! To what do I owe the pleasure of your visit?”

“I made a new tart I thought you’d like.” You showed him.

“Oh, thank you.” He hesitated for a second before asking, “Would you like to come in?”

You were surprised by his sudden hospitality and nodded. He gestured for you to take a seat. He sat  across from you and watched as you cut him a slice of the tart. When you handed it to him, he took a bite.

“My, this is exceptional!” He looked at you with a bright, sincere smile. “I expected nothing less from the ever extraordinary cooking club president! You are truly astonishing!”

An awkward giggle escaped you. “Ah, thanks.”

“You’re so pretty.”

Your jaw dropped. “Pardon?”

He smiled dreamily at you, one hand keeping his chin propped up. “Then again, you’ve always been so pretty. When are you not?”

“Uh, I’m not sure-”

“I’ve always wondered what it would be like if I held your hand.” His eyes seemed to sparkle at the thought. “Can I?”

“Riddle, are you-”

“So it’s working!” Trey’s voice came from Riddle’s doorway. Catching your confused look, he let out a nervous chuckle. “I may or may not have slipped a truth potion in your tart to give to Riddle.”

“TREY!”

“Hey, neither of you were ever going to make a move. Someone had to intervene.” He then added under his breath, “And Cater’s scissors beat paper.”

“You weren’t sure if you should be offended or embarrassed. However your train of thought was interrupted by Riddle twisting a lock of your hair around his finger. Your face practically burst into flames at his seemingly innocent action.

“Wow, Y/n. You have no idea how much I love you.”

“Well, it sounds like you two have a lot to talk about.” Trey winked at you. “I’ll leave you to it.”