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Vargas Camp

HAPPY BDAY RIDDLE ILYYY

I'll give him a bouquet of red roses and a little kiss as a gift

[Valentine's first spring - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

Notes: gn!reader, fluff with a bit of angst, riddle's mother is it's own warning, wrote this in like an hour while listening to Valentine by Laufey and First Love/Late Spring by Mitski

The wall was red. Not too vivid, to not hurt the eyes to look at, but not quite light enough to be pink. Riddle remembers clearly, the hours of staring at it, locked in his bedroom, marked it in his memory, burnt a hole and stayed at the back of his mind. Sometimes, if he closes his eyes long enough, he feels as if he's staring at that wall again.

As a child it felt agonizing. He stared and stared and stared, trying to will his brain to keep quiet for a little while, to stop thinking. He never managed to do that, not like the other kids, who always looked so cheerful, without a care in the world, only thinking about the present moment. Riddle wasn't like them, he never was. His brain didn't look at the wall and wondered about what the next episode of a cartoon would be or what sweet he would eat next or what prank he'd pull with his friends.

No, he wasn't like these misbehaving brats, his mother told him so. He thought about the exercise he couldn't get right and his mother's disappointed frown. What should he do to be better? He didn't want to be burden, the least he could do was get a simple exercise right. Other times he would think about the high grade he got on his latest test. His mother looked pleased then. Not happy, she was never happy, not around him. Perhaps if he only put more effort into studying, if he followed the rules, if he did everything as she told him to, perhaps then she would smile and tell him he did a good job. She loved him, she told him so. It just didn't feel like it, sometimes.

After meeting Trey and Che'nya, he stopped looking at the wall for a while. He was happy, he couldn't stand that reddish color anymore, nor his stray thoughts. He met a blue sky and green on the streets and the world was full of color. He bid the wall goodbye for good. 

Even so, he missed staring at it when his free time was taken away from him. Back when he still could, his mind would rest a little and he could pretend he was doing it out of his own free will, not because he didn't have any game to play or any non academical book to read or any candy to snack. The books were nowhere as comforting as that familiar red shade. His chest ached. He wondered if that was what love felt like.

After his overblot, Riddle was lost. He was thankful for your help, for you stopping him from commiting even more mistakes and making him see how he was doing things wrong. Still, he couldn't help but resent you a little for opening his eyes, forcing him to leave the comfortable zone he was in.

He was taught to follow the rules, since it was the right thing. Naturally, everyone should do the same. Have their mother's never taught them how to behave? Riddle could do the job, put everyone in line, make Heartslabyul follow proudly in the Queen of Hearts' steps.

But the rules weren't always right, human nature was a complicated thing, there would always be exceptions. He couldn't expect everyone to act like him when they weren't brought up the same way. He should have been more considerate to their feelings, stopped to hear their justifications before collaring them mercilessly. 

Riddle had never wanted to be a tyrant. He only ever had wanted to be a good ruler, someone his subordinates can count on.

He continued to be lost as he stared, alone, at the cooking book's instructions. Trey was so kind to lend it to him, even after all the mess he had made, even after everything he had put him through. He still smiled at Riddle and tried to help, in his own way.

Riddle wanted to cry, then. He wanted to apologize over and over, to thank Trey until he couldn't talk anymore, to ask why didn't he stop him sooner, why did no one tell him he was wrong, why did his mother mislead him so? He felt like a child, so small and pathetic. A lost child, at that. He refused to let the tears fall and only thanked Trey politely with a strained voice. From his firend's pitying smile, he could tell Trey saw through his façade easily, but didn't comment on it, letting him save the last bits of his dignity.

Wallowing in self pity wouldn't fix his mistakes nor get the tart done. He should get started as soon as possible and follow all the steps perfectly to bring a most satisfactory result. Although he couldn't find the measures for the secret oyster sauce Trey had told him about. 

There's a sudden noise at the kitchen's door as someone enters, surprising him. Riddle turns around, not expecting any company, much less yours.

"Prefect. Have you forgotten something here?"

"No, I didn't. I wanted to see you, actually."

There's dread in his gut and his hands tremble slightly. He's not sure how to act after the stunt he pulled, after he had put you in danger on your first week, after he broke down crying in front of everyone. Perhaps you're here to demand a better apology or to mock him. So be it, he'll take it all gracefully.

"Oh? What for?"

"I want to help."

There's a soft smile on your face, determination shining in your eyes as you roll up the sleeves of your uniform and look around for an apron.

"Excuse me?"

"You're excused." Your smile turns into a playful grin and you let out a victorious sound as you put on the apron you found laying on the corner. 

He's baffled. What were you talking about? Ace made it very clear he should do this alone to prove he was truly sorry for his past actions.

"I'm... not sure if I understand."

"Well, it's just that I didn't want to leave you alone after... uh... everything." You make a motion in the air with your hands, as if it would be enough to sumarize the whole disaster that had transpired. "You don't have to isolate yourself, you know. You can count on us if things get too tough."

There's a strange lump on his throat and he swears he has stopped breathing. What were you talking about? Why were you being so kind to him, of all people? You haven't even known each other for that long and he has only caused you trouble the whole time.

"Also, I had a lot of fun baking with the guys! I want you to have fun too! The more, the merrier, and all that."

You walk to his side in order to look at the book, all smiles and confidence in a pink apron. He stares at you in shock, scooting away as soon as your elbow makes contact with his. He feels tingles on the place, as if your touch could burn. You pay him no mind, reading carefully the list of ingredients. 

"Alright, sounds easy enough. Let's get started, then!"

"Wait. You don't have to do this. I don't need your pity, prefect, I can handle myself just fine."

Riddle wants to slap himself as soon as the words are out of his mouth, but he couldn't let you help. He needed to this alone, that's how he's always done things. Your stare makes him want to scream in frustration. He doesn't understand it, it isn't the disappointed one his mother gave him, nor the pitiful one from his dormmates. If he looked long enough, he would have concluded it was an understanding stare, but he couldn't bring himself to do it.

"I don't pity you, Riddle. You knew what you were doing and you deserved to hear those things from Ace."

His breath hitches and he's never felt so ashamed before. It feels worse than a slap, to have the truth thrown at him like this. His actions mocking him, his own faults tightening the collar around his neck.

"Still, I can see you truly regret it. And it doesn't feel right to just leave you alone. Don't get me wrong, you're not my charity project or anything. It's just... I understand how hard it is to start again, to try to be better. And it's so much harder when you feel like no one is by your side."

Like an open book, Riddle feels you can read every line from his being, that his thoughts are yours to pick apart. Is he so obvious? He feels rooted in place, a poor fool waiting to receive his sentence at your mercy.

"You're not a bad person, Riddle. I can see that. So, let's start again, together."

Your smile looks too much like the light at the end of the tunnel, like some sort of salvation. His chest expands and contracts again as his breathing resumes, he gulps the dryness out of his throat and blinks firmly, holding the tears in. Suddenly, he doesn't feel as lost as before.

You extend your hand at him, expectantly. How could he deny that? Sparkles fly on his skin as your hands touch, the gentle feeling like nothing he's ever felt before. How did you manage to make him feel like he's floating, like everything will be alright, like there's a shock running through every single bone of his body?

"Come on, we've got a tart to do!"

"Yes. Let's do this." He can't control his facial muscles, a little smile forming on it's own.

Only after both of you had gathered all the ingredients did he remember something.

"There's just one more thing."

"Yes?" Your attention focuses solely on him, head tilted slightly and he feels at the top of the world to have you looking at him like that.

"We don't have any oyster sauce."

The cute inquisitive expression falls from your face, a carefully neutral one taking it's place, making him fidget on his spot, worried he might have done something wrong. He truly didn't want to ruin things with you, not when everything has started to feel right again.

"Why would we need any?"

"Trey has told me it's an unlisted secret ingredient that all the finest bakers use..."

He watches, mesmerized, as your expression cracks, a giggle leaving your lips, followed by another and another until you're full out laughing, eyes crinkled so hard they're almost closed, teeth exposed and chest heaving, pure joy flowing through you. It's the most beautiful sound he's ever heard.

Still, he's not sure if he should feel hurt or offended that you're laughing at him. He settles on confusion, not wanting to jump into conclusions.

Once you've calmed down enough to speak again you explain, between giggles sweeter than sugar, that it was only a joke Trey had pulled on you as well. 

The embarrassment creeps up his spine and makes his face blush, cheeks warming up. He would have been mad, had it happened a few days ago. And yet. Your happiness is contagious, making a laugh break out from him, joining the chorus with your melody. 

It feels so silly, laughing together in the kitchen like that, but he's not lost anymore. The air is comfortable once more and it feels sweet on his tongue, it feels like home.

As the time passes, you grow on him, you make a place for yourself in his life, to the point he can't remember how he's ever lived before you.

You study together, you listen to all his explanations attentively, he answers any questions you might have, you make sure he's taking breaks. You take him on walks around the campus, hand clasped in his. You rope him into snack runs, sharing with him a piece of whatever you're having.

You give him hugs without asking anything in return, your arms open and oh so inviting, so alluring. You tousle his hair when you're feeling playful, fixing it gently when he complains. You give him a kiss on the cheek when you're proud of one of his accomplishments, loudly congratulating him.

He's never had this before. No one has been this affectionate with him, so openly and unashamed. No one has treated him like he's precious, like you do. 

Riddle craves you. He has never desired something so fiercely before. He has never had the chance. 

The next best thing he could compare the feeling to was to a strawberry tart. Not any strawberry tart, but Trey's parents' bakery's strawberry tart. Whenever he gazed at the window he would see it on display, the red color calling to him. His mouth salivated just thinking about how it would taste should he take a bite of it, the sweetness exploding on his tongue. Maybe he could satiate the aching whitin him, fill that empty hole and feel happy. Then, his mother's voice would play on his head, reprimanding him for even thinking of consuming that amount of sugar. He'd look away, ashamed, but the red strawberries would always pull his eyes to them again, like a magnet.

Whenever he saw you, he felt the same ache on his chest, but stronger. A yearning to see your smile, to feel your warm hands against his, taste the most delicious red from your lips. Just from having your attention on him it felt like lady bugs dancing on his stomach, making his heart accelerate, face flushing. He craves you, more than any strawberry tart in the world.

It scares him. He's never felt like this, never felt this strongly for anyone. He's still young and sorting his life out, he doesn't even know what he wants to become without his mother's overbearing demands. He's figuring himself out, getting lost in the maze of his feelings. He's always acted older than his age, always complied to his mother's desires, and now he feels younger than ever and he's scared.

Riddle wants you to like him back, desperately so. Still, he can't bear to imagine you saying you love him. The thought leaves him breathless, his chest aches and aches and aches for you and he doesn't know what he'd do without you.

Autumn passes by, with winter following closely. You stay, keeping his heart safe. You stay, and Riddle craves you more than anything in this world.

The fresh breeze of spring brings forth the scent of the flowers scattered across the garden. Riddle can hear birds singing at the distance and the sun's warmth settles pleasantly on his skin, warming up his bones. It's as if the flora has come to life, buzzing in excitement for the season.

There's nothing prettier than your smile directed at him, nothing else that could make him feel like he's lost control of his heartbeat.

Your hands are behind your back and you have a spring in your step as you stop right in front of him. You ask him to extend his hand and he does so, watching intently as one your hands takes his and brings it to your lips, tenderly pressing a feather light kiss on the back of it. His eyes are blown out, his lips drying and heart running wildly.

"These are for you."

A bouquet of flowers in red shades is given to him, your other hand making contact and holding his. A smile blooms on his face, stretching his red cheeks as a loving sigh leaves his mouth. 

"Thank you. They are lovely."

"Just like you." You wink playfully, sticking your tongue out a bit and letting go of his hands. He has to stop himself from reaching out again, missing your warmth terribly.

Riddle clears his throat and motions at the other side of the small round table he's set up. "Please, have a seat."

You do as he says, admiring the decorations he's prepared. Between the red and white roses of the garden, the two of you share a cup of milk tea and a strawberry tart. The conversation flows naturally, telling each other how your days have been and how things are going. Riddle could listen to you all day, every story you have to share captures his interest as easily as you've captured his heart.

It's such a domestic scene, the two of you. Riddle thinks that's what love must feel like. Like a warm embrace, or like the sweetness of the tart melting on his tongue, or like your smile. Not like a red wall and a disappointed frown.

The sun sets in a hue of reds, the sunlight creating a dream like atmosphere between yourselves. The way your relaxed face reflects the colors makes Riddle feel full of affection. He's content, he realises. He wishes he could share a million other moments like this with you, a million other springs.

"It's beautiful." You comment, breathless. You're not looking at the sunset anymore, though. Your gaze is on him and only him, as if he's the most important thing in the world. "You're beautiful." Your voice is filled with sincerity and something else, something that makes his heart ache with yearning, something that makes him want to hear you say that again and again.

It feels so much like a confession.

He can't help but blush, red like his hair. He's never had this before, he's not sure how to react. So, he blurts out the first thing he thinks of, the truth slipping from his lips.

"You're beautiful too."

It feels like a promise.

You look surprised, eyebrows rising and mouth opening. He's surprised too. And then you laugh, honey dripping from the sound. You look pleased as you take his hand in yours, lacing your fingers and squeezing it gently. 

The table is small, small enough for you to lay your elbows against it and come closer to his face, for your other hand to cup his red cheek and bring his face closer to yours. Riddle is lost in the moment, closing his eyes and tilting his head, his free hand resting against your shoulder. 

As your lips press together, Riddle feels elated. His fingers tremble and grip harder onto you, not wanting to let you go. The kiss is slow and so tender, so sweet. He can taste the strawberries on your tongue, can feel your thumb caressing his cheek. You deepen the kiss and he lets out a whimper from deep within, a sound filled with sheer want. He lingers over this moment, wanting to commit it to memory, carve it on his soul.

You pull back, separating your lips. Riddle chases after you, wanting more, needing more. You giggle and nuzzle your noses together, such an innocent act that it feels more intimate, somehow. You've got his heart on your hands and you hold onto it with the utmost care, so much so that he can't feel himself ever regreting this. If he could, he'd like to kiss you, and only one, for the rest of his life.

"Riddle." The way you say his name is soft, not breaking the moment. "Will you be my valentine?"

He opens his eyes and traces every inch of your face, his hand moving to the back of your neck and pulling you closer. He gives you a chaste kiss, trying to satisfy his craving enough to be able to get the words out from his throat without choking on it.

"I'd love to, if you'll have me."

Your answering smile is exactly what he needs. Your lips connect again, it feels a lot like love.

Masterlist

《Alice's books》

The rabbit-hole went straight on like a tunnel for some way, and then dipped suddenly down, so suddenly that Alice had not a moment to think about stopping herself before she found herself falling down a very deep well. Down, down, down. Would the fall never come to an end?

➼ Welcome to the villains' world

All:

Club activities (scenario): part 1 / part 2 / part 2.5 (soon) most popular!

Ocs:

Amor - Jack Howl (oneshot)

The nrc staff is busy running after Grim...

➼ The rose-red tyrant

Che'nya:

Dating headcanons (long)

A lazy morning (oneshot)

Riddle Rosehearts:

Valentine's first spring (oneshot)

Valentine's first winter (oneshot)

With a shy S/O whose love language is physical touch (headcanons/short scenario)

Heartslabyul is having an unbirthday party...

➼ The usurper from the winds

Leona Kingscholar:

With a tired reader that wants to recharge (short scenario)

Ruggie Bucchi:

With a shy S/O whose love language is physical touch (headcanons/short scenario)

With a tired reader that wants to recharge (short scenario)

Jack is tending to his cacti...

➼ The merchant from the depths

Azul Ashengrotto:

I refuse to drown (oneshot)

Would it be enough? (oneshot)

Floyd Leech:

Kissing it better (oneshot)

Jade Leech:

Strawberry tinted (oneshot) personal fav!

Octopus piercing (oneshot) new!

➼ Schemer of the scalding sands

Scarabia is throwing a party...

➼ A beautiful tyrant

Epel Felmier:

With a shy S/O whose love language is physical touch (headcanons/short scenario)

Neige is doing a concert...

Pomefiore is doing the skin care routine...

➼ The guard of the underworld

Ignihyde is playing games...

➼ The immortal fairy

Lilia Vanrouge:

With a shy S/O whose love language is physical touch (headcanons/short scenario)

Diasomnia is training...

【 one good honest kiss 】

summary: 'i just need someone to kiss, give me one good honest kiss and i'll be alright...' (ft. azul ashengrotto)

word count: 1.7k

author's note: the title speaks for itself ^^ i wrote this in one sitting on the bus today in a moment of insanity and reread it just now so it might have mistakes, but yeah i hope you enjoy :D

"Prefect."

"Hmm?"

"Could I...have a kiss?"

Yuu blinked at the bold yet sudden request.

It was hard to say exactly where it came from, considering that the person asking went by the name of Azul Ashengrotto. The very Azul Ashengrotto was all polite smiles and business dealings. There was always a little wickedness in the glint of his glasses, honeyed words simply a lure to ensnare others into his carefully crafted machinations.

So what exactly did someone like that want when he asked a question of such caliber?

Yuu looked up from what they were doing. It wasn't that important of a task in comparison to the perplexing ultimatum that they were now faced with.

"I did hear you correctly, right?" They started, taking a moment to simply look at him. Azul was always easy on the eyes, from the way those lenses framed overcast eyes to the slight tap-tap-tap of his expensive leather shoes as he walked.

Yet for once he seemed...nervous. Yuu could sense the slightest bit of tension in his brow, and his hands seemed to fidget more the longer they stared.

"You...did indeed," Azul made a show of clearing his throat, trying to fill up the now-silent room. "I was being genuine–"

Yuu couldn't help but stifle a snort at that, and they smiled as they saw Azul's frown turn into more of a pout, "I-I really was. Asking, that is."

"You're asking me," The Prefect pointed at themselves, "To kiss you," They pointed at Azul. "On the lips." The octomer looked two seconds away from absolutely bursting into flames as he nodded, and Yuu couldn't help but think that baby pink suited him.

"For what reason, senpai?" Yuu angled their body towards Azul and suddenly it dawned on them how close they were. The two-seater that Azul kept lovingly in his VIP room felt small; they really could reach out and feel the candescent warmth of on face if they wanted to.

"Does there have to be a reason?" Azul asked, taking a cautionary shuffle toward them. The way he inched forward was almost endearing; like someone forced to do something exhiliratingly frightening.

"There does," Yuu held up a finger for every reason they spoke. "If it's for a contract, I decline. If it's for blackmail, I decline. If it has to do with a business proposal, I decli–"

"I get it!" Azul's voice raised before quieting down to a quiver. "I get it. But...what if it was an experiment?"

"An experiment? You're using me as the test subject?"

"I would never fathom such a thing," Azul rubbed at the bridge of his nose. It was fun to toy with Azul every once in a while. His reactions were surprisingly honest for someone who dealt with so much deceit.

"There's a...hypothesis about myself that ive been wanting to prove," The words were carefully laid out as if rehearsed. "And this is the only method I have to prove it."

Suddenly it felt like all the puzzle pieces had jostled into place.

Oh. So that was it.

They tried to keep their face straight when they lean just a little closer, "Is it something that can be measured by heart rate?"

Confusion seeped into Azul's face ever so slightly, "Heart rate?"

"What if..." Yuu let their hand drift, settling over Azul's own gloved one. "I do this? Does it make your heart race?"

"P-Prefect, that is highly–"

"Or maybe this is better?" Their tone feigned innocence, even as they slipped their fingers into his glove. Azul flinched, though he kept his hand still as Yuu's fingers slid up his palm in a slow caress.

Azul's glove now lay abandoned in his lap, his fingers trembling where they entwined with their own, "How about now, senpai?"

The silver haired's mouth drifted open and shut like a fish out of water. It was so endearing to see Azul Ashengrotto so terribly askew. There was a blush on his face that seemed almost insistent on staying, and his breaths were coming out in small stutters that Yuu could hear in the silence of the room.

"I think we should do one more test," Yuu declared and Azul finally snapped back to attention.

He tried to tug his hand back, "N-no, isn't this enough testing?"

"Is it?" Yuu tilted their head in contemplation. "You haven't told me your findings yet. And besides," Yuu's voice dropped into a croon. "We haven't tried your method yet."

It must've been some grand feat for them to have the opportunity to see Azul so throughly speechless not once, but twice.

"Senpai," Yuu smiled lightly. "Don't you want to kiss me?"

"That's...unfair," There was a slight pout to Azul's lips even as they drifted closer.

They left a touch to his jaw, sliding a finger up and behind his ear. Their other hand tugged at Azul's bowtie, leaving him looking handsomely disheveled. Yuu felt their heart flutter at the sight. He was absolutely stunning.

Their foreheads touch, "How's your heart rate now?"

"Sevens you're killing me," A shaky laugh escaped Azul's lips, "It's beating so hard that I feel like I'm going to die."

They grinned at him, "Don't die on me now."

The first press of lips was soft. Azul's lips felt plush and almost cool against theirs as they leaned in further. Azul's body tremored as Yuu guided him backward onto the couch. There was a gasp as they tilted their head ever so slightly, letting a sigh escape their lips.

They pulled back, only to feel a hand too strong holding onto their shirt, the other clumsily finding its way to Yuu's shoulder and tugging them closer.

Yuu indulged in him, leaning in once more in a more unhurried kiss. They could feel the thud-thud-thud of Azul's heart against their own chest and they couldn't help but nip at his lip just a little. Azul let out a small surprised noise, and Yuu felt a warm buzz fill them at causing such a reaction.

When they were finally allowed to pull away, Yuu couldn't help but let their eyes wander to the part of Azul's mouth as his breaths came and went. They reached forward, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear. Azul didn't look all there yet, staring into them in a quiet daze.

"So, have you figured it out yet?" They asked, feeling equally as breathless as Azul looked. "Do you like me?"

Azul's eyes snapped to theirs, "Wait, how did y–" He gasped, slapping a hand over his mouth. And they cheered internally at his slip up. It was nice of Azul to put an end to his own mindgames for once.

"So you do like me," Yuu exclaimed, watching as the red reapplied itself to Azul's cheeks and ears once more. "And for the record, senpai, I do like you back." Azul looked like he had a little too much to say before the door cracked open.

Floyd's head popped in, "Are you and Shrimpy done kissing yet~? Jade left the papers we needed for work." Azul backpedalled– or at least, tried to. Not that there was much room to move when they had him caged in like this.

"Ah, apologies for the interruption," Jade entered the room, not batting an eye at how Yuu took the opportunity to lie down on his boss' chest. "I told Floyd we should return later, but–"

"But me 'n Jade were curious," Floyd grinned lazily. "Hey, Azul, didja end up using the advice I gave you?"

Yuu's turned their head at that, "Advice? What advice?"

"The advice that–"

"Floyd Leech," And there it was. Azul's feared warning tone. Though its effectiveness almost fell by half from how red and blushy he looked as he used it. "One more word out of either you or Jade and I will make you do the boring stuff."

"My, to think I am also included in that," Jade said in mock sadness. "It is sad how we have helped so much but were given so little."

"'S true~ Me 'n Jade helped you a lot."

"...You both get a bonus this month," Azul mumbled defeatedly. "Now leave already. Please."

"Well since you said please," Floyd shrugged, giving Yuu a wave. "See ya, Shrimpy."

As the door clicked shut, their eyes slid over to Azul's own. Looking at them this close, they looked bluer than ever, like clear skies instead of stormy ones.

"So....which part was their plan?"

"Please don't," Azul pressed his hands against his face. "I don't think I'll be able to recover from everything if you knew."

"Hmm," Yuu turned their ear toward Azul's chest. "Then why don't we take a nap?"

"E-excuse me? But I still have work to d–"

"Today's our first day, right?" There was another sly grin on their face. "Of dating?"

Azul's heartbeat picked up in speed at their words, "Y-yes."

"So let's make this our first date as a couple," They mumbled, yawning lightly. "Let's take a nap."

"I...okay," Azul's voice sounded resigned and they felt him shift underneath them. His arms came to cradle them— an attempt at cuddling so very Azul that they couldn't help but laugh. They helped him out, nestling into his side and using their blazer as a blanket for the both of them.

Yuu secretly smiled, reminding themselves to thank the tweels for their, mm, hint prior to entering the room.

"Azul's going to make a request from me? And I should accept no matter what?"

"Yup, yup! Just be a good Shrimpy and do it~"

"It is a beneficial request for both you and Azul, so please consider it."

So you could say that Yuu knew that something would be happening this whole time. Well...what Azul doesn't know wouldn't kill him right? For now they enjoyed the feeling of Azul's hand tracing patterns into their back as they lied there together. It certainly was a first kiss to remember.

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[Valentine's first winter - Riddle Rosehearts]

Summary: Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

Notes: gn!reader, sickfic, fluff, could be read as a continuation of my other Riddle oneshot but it's not necessary to understand, super self indulgent, established relationship, Riddle's mother is it's own warning

Spring is the time for warmth, the time to watch the flowers bloom and appreciate the calming breeze. Winter is the contrary, it's the time for the chill, the time for the skies to open and cry onto the earth. 

Riddle usually was prepared for such times, of course. He'd check the weather cast everyday to make sure to bring an umbrella or a coat with him and text you to do the same. The thing is, he was also very busy, what with the finals weeks and winter vacation coming, as the Housewarden he had to deal with more paperwork than usual and keep an eye on the Heartslabyul's students to make sure they were keeping up with their studies. Since Trey wasn't the vice housewarden anymore, having moved on to the next grade and doing his reasearch somewhere at the Queendom of Roses, Riddle had more work than he was used to.

You made sure to check on him, reminding him to take breaks periodically. You even went to his room yourself, a tray of hand made sweets and tea in your hands. Riddle could feel the warmth of spring through his entire being as he looked at your gentle smile. He'd stop everything he was doing to spend some time with you, talking about your days in a way that brought peace for his soul for a moment, no thoughts spared for the mountains of paperwork left to do.

Still, it was due to having such a stressful schedule that he got too caught up with his work and forgot to check the weather cast one day. It was only one day, a little slip, but it cost him. On that day, Lady Luck turned her head away from him and the heavens poured onto the campus of NRC. What's worst, Riddle had been on the botanical garden when it happened, tending to his alchemy experiment. He only noticed the downpour once it was too late to run back safely, getting caught in the middle of it.

And that's how Riddle Rosehearts found himself on the nurse's office, body burning up and cursing his unattentiveness.

Riddle remembers when he got sick once, as a child. He felt terrible, hot all over, sweating and dizzy. What's worse, he couldn't concentrate on his books at all, his eyes felt heavy and kept closing on their own. He just wanted to sleep, but he still had to finish one exercise. His hands trembled as he tried to write some gibberish, he'd never felt so bad before. His eyes watered and his vision was blurry, words getting mixed with the others, although there was one thing he could see clear as day. His mother disappointed face as she came to check on him. 

She put the back of her hand against his forehead and the cold felt so good against his burning skin, he couldn't help but lean into it, closing his eyes in relief and letting out a whimper. The sensation was gone sooner than it appeared, leaving Riddle to almost topple over with the weight of his own head. She said something about him not listening when she warned him about the climate change, as winter approaching tended to bring such colds. He couldn't listen properly, his head was full of mush, he could barely keep his eyes open. She tutted and grabbed him by the arm, getting him up so fast he felt like throwing up, his vision blacking out for a second and losing his footing, only that firm brusing hand on his arm keeping him up. 

She took him to his bed and gave him some bitter medicine, telling him to stay put for the rest of the day. He obliged, as always, what else could he do? His mother was a doctor, she knew what she was talking about. He knew she had better, more important things to do than look for her disobedient son that went and got himself sick. She's a busy woman, so busy that outside of lessons he almost never saw her. He understood, she had to work hard to keep herself at the top, and that meant she didn't have much free time to spare him. Still, he felt very lonely in such a vulnerable state. Alone in his room, the aching in his chest felt worse than the cold. The red of the wall burnt his eyes, so he burried himself on the covers, still sweating, hugged his pillow on his chest and wished, desperately hoped, for it to go away soon.

The sensations from back then come to haunt him again. There's shivers breaking out on his body but his skin burns, he can't decide if he's running too cold or too hot or too much. His muscles weight a ton, holding him back on the bed, making his movements sluggish. He wants to rip out his vocal cords and weave new ones, ones that won't grant on his ears and won't rasp his throat with every syllable.

He can hear the door opening. It's not the nurse, but you. Through the haziness of his sickness, your light shines through. You stay by his side and Riddle's heart blossoms for you.

You have a worried look in your eyes as you pull a chair to sit next to his bed, eyeing him with concern. He hates that he's a bother, that he caused you distress over something so easily avoidable. Even so, your presence washes over him as if cleansing his soul. He's glad to see you, he realizes. He's glad to not be left alone.

There's a cup of water in your hands, and he gladly takes it, greedily downing it. The liquid freezes all the way down his throat, his flaring insides lapping it up, he wants to drink more and more. Your hand takes his and makes him slow down, least he chokes. It's a little thing, but this simple gesture makes his insides flutter. You take the glass from his hands once he's done, putting it on the bedside table and focusing your whole attention on him. He wants to drink up the sight of you.

The way Riddle looks at you leaves you breathless, fever ridden lidded eyes glancing through his lashes as if you were everything he could ever need. You hung up the stars on the sky, you painted every color of the sunset, you were the sun and the moon, the cosmos itself. He looked with so much adoration, as if he couldn't believe that you were still there, with him of all people. Him. You choose him and you stayed with him and he was so, so grateful for it.

You call out his name softly, oh so softly, and give him a kiss on the forehead, your lips leaving a tingling sensation. He wanted to berate you, to tell you to not that, since you could get sick too, but no word left his sore throat, he couldn't gather the strenght to protest against something that felt so good. Instead, he lets the words that run through his mind leave his tongue, unfiltered.

"You shouldn't be worrying about me, you have more important things to care about."

You smile, a bittersweet thing, eyes contemplating, as if asking youself 'doesn't he get it?' He's not in the best state to read your expression, though. You tenderly put your hand on his forehead, moving some hair sticking there and feeling his warmth. He leans into the touch, a satisfied sigh leaving his lips.

"Oh, Riddle, I'm taking care of something important. In fact, I can't think of a single thing that could be more important than you. The rest can wait, I want to make sure you're ok first and foremost."

Riddle's eyes widen and he opens his mouth to say something, anything, but nothing comes out. What could he say to that? His vision blurries, but he isn't sure if it's because of the fever or something else. Maybe it has something to do with the way your eyes gaze at him, so full of unfiltered love that Riddle could never doubt a word that falls from your lips, doesn't matter if they seem too good to be true.

You giggle at his cute dumbfounded expression, teasing him a little. "Cat got your tongue?"

He pouts, cheeks puffing up a bit and turns his head away. It's extremely endearing, you can't help but let out a laugh. Your hand run through his bangs, taking them off his sweaty skin, massaging his temples. He closes his eyes, pure relief flowing through him.

It felt nice to be taken care of like this, the simple comfort of your steady presence by his side made him feel like he was safe, like it would be alright, that he could let go and trust you'd take care of him. He wanted to grip onto this feelings and not let go, let them fill him up and chase the disease out of his system. One of his hands lifted to cover yours that was still in his forehead, a childish impulse to make sure you'd stay. You let out another soft laugh, the sound being enough to make him breath better, lifting a weight from his chest. You'd stay, he was sure of it. You always do.

Still, Riddle felt disgusting, runny nose and sticky skin, face as red as his hair. He wanted to get out of his dermis, rinse his bones until they shined and stopped feeling like that, unbearably dirty. But you didn't move away from him, your expression was always that of worry and fondness, never of disgust. "I'd never be disgusted of you, Riddle." You murmur, and he must have let his thoughts slip through his loose tongue. "It's a normal reaction, you can't control it. There's no reason to feel ashamed." It's so easy to fall for your words, so easy to let himself fully believe in them, so easy to accept the reassurance.

Riddle can take care of himself. He doesn't need to be babied and he doesn't need anyone's pity. He wants to do things his way, he doesn't want to depend on anyone, doesn't want to look weak. But your gentle voice echoes in his head, saying that's ok to ask for help. He doesn't need to do everything alone, he can count on you. And he trusts you so much, with his entire soul, so he lets you stay by his side. He knows that once he wakes up, you'll still be there. You always stay. 

"Rest up, dear." Your voice hypnotizes him, there's no way to not listen when you hold so much fondness in a single word, a single word that makes his heartbeat run faster and a his lips curl upwards.

He lets himself fall freely in the feeling of your love. Your breathing lulling him to sleep, his fingers gripping your hand and not letting go. His eyes close softly, naturally, and the tension seeps away from his body. You'll take good care of him, he's sure. You'll hold his worries in your hands, taking them out of his mind to let him rest.

There's no doubt in his mind that what he feels is love. Outside, the harsh winds of winter cut through the sky. Inside, the soft warmth of spring envelops his sleep.

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OMG!!!! HI!!! WELCOME BACK!!!! :D🥳🥳🥳🥳 And like, not to make it too serious or anything lmfao, but like, please don't be too stressed about inactivity :) life is... life lmao. And sometimes you literally just don't do the stuff? And like that is literally so real. Don't even worry about it, this is supposed to be fun :))) It's really nice to see you pop up tho! :))) I really love your analysis... es? Lol? as well as your fantastic writing style. Also??? Your vibes??? So sweet, genuinely one of the nicest, comfiest blogs imo :)) Anyways, hope your having a great day!!! Pls hydrate <3

THANK YOU ANON THIS MESSAGE IS SO SWEET I HAVE THE BIGGEST SMILE ON MY FACE RIGHT NOW <333

yeah life can be pretty chaotic sometimes 😭 I'm glad everyone is so understanding, you guys are the sweetest really 😭 I'll try to do my best to take care of myself while I also have fun here! it makes me super happy to read that you like my silly thoughts on stuff and my writing style too, you literally just made my night much better anon 🫶 it means a lot to me!

hope you're having a great day too, take good care of yourself nonie!

YESSS portuguese is kind of complicated since we've got a lot of verbal tenses and terminology but it's a lovely language! every country that speaks it has their own version of it as well so it's a bit confusing (I literally cannot comprehend Portugal's portuguese lol) but I think that's part of the charm! the language tells a lot about a place's culture and it's fascinanting to learn about it!

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BEE I CANT BREATH THE TAGS ON THE JAMIL FIC JKSHKJSHK I CANT RN I SHOULD BE STUDYING HISTORY BUT INSTEAD IM TRYING NOT TO SMILE AT MY COMPUTER LIKE A CLOWN OMGOMG ILSYM I WENT TO GOOGLE TRANSLATE TO TRANSLATE THE PORTUGUESE AND WALLAH أعشقك كثيرا يا حب حياتي YOUR WORDS ARE SO KIND AND LOVELY THEY MAKE ME BURST WITH JOY TYSM

MORI I'M GLAD YOU LIKE MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS SO MUCH !!! seriously your writing is wonderful and I love to learn new things about different cultures!!

good luck with studying!! and don't forget to take breaks and drink water!! you've got this!!

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If You Were Married - Jade

Mornings:

Jade hates being woken up, and likes to sleep in. But he’s always quick to turn off the alarm, and continue cuddling with you for five minutes.

After yawning and feeling more awake, he says good morning. Kisses your forehead and goes to make coffee.

His hair is still messy and he’s in his pjs. Will not get ready until he’s had his coffee.

His clothes are always folded neatly, and it’s very easy to find things in the house, because Jade makes sure everything is organized.

Maybe you shower together, maybe you don’t. Who knows?

You both get ready for work, so you help each other with doing buttons even though you don’t need the help.

After you’ve both brushed your teeth, that’s when you get a kiss on the lips.

Afternoons:

Always texts during his break. Just to see how you’re doing. Jade thinks about you multiple times of the day.

Loves when you text or call him first.

Sometimes you meet up, but not always.

When you have days off, you’re usually at home or going shopping for groceries.

Jade likes to read with his head on your lap.

The both of you also visit Floyd and Azul. Sometimes they come over as well, and never fail to complain about the amount of plants.

They always leave before dinner though, because they don’t know what Jade put in it.

And when you are going over to them, they don’t let Jade near the kitchen.

Evenings:

Peaceful, calming, just doing whatever.

You get back from work at this time, and so he always kisses you hello. Asks you how was work, and you do the same.

Cooking together. Always. It’s fun, and makes everything better.

You can remember getting all the plates, cups, cutlery, bowls, and other kitchen applications together.

You remember getting the house together too…

The evening is peaceful, and conversation never runs out.

Night:

Yes, you “help” each other change.

Can fall asleep pretty quickly, but makes sure that you’re comfortable.

Cuddles because Jade likes being held.

You talk about whatever comes to mind, but you don’t sleep late unless for some reasons..

Kisses you goodnight, and never fails to do so.

Habits:

Has plants everywhere, and you’re expected to be nice to them.

Jade has a thing where he always has a hand on you somewhere, especially in public.

You split the chores and everything like that.

Doesn’t know if he wants kids, and has talked to you about this.

Communication is very important, and Jade wants to know what’s going on. Does something make you sad, does something make you happy?

Is the best at shopping for you.

You’re back and forth with teasing each other.

Holds your hand with the ring on it, and rubs circles.

Vacations:

Sleeps in. Will not let go of you until he wakes up.

Likes to see you smile, and watches you with adoration.

Will not answer the phone unless it’s Floyd.

Makes the most of it, and enjoys visiting markets. And museums, and parks, and trails, and generally exploring the area.

If he takes you back to the Coral Sea, Jade makes sure that you have taken the breathing potion, and you visit his family.

anyways hii happy 2 month anniversary to my account <3 this last week has been... something. I've been so busy 😭 what did I miss...