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THIS IS SO CUTE 10/10 we love Biased Riddle
I was wondering if I could request a riddle fic? Riddle and his "Least" favorite ruler breaker! Idk I thought it'd be super cute to watch a rule breaking Yuu be let off the hook just because Riddle has a soft spot for them while Ace gets the full punishment. Ace would probs get so annoyed at that lol
YESSS I love the idea of Riddle slowly developing a soft spot for a slightly rebellious Yuu, because! It surely brings a flicker of warmth to him to be remebered that breaking rules or not abidding by the extremes isn't the end of the world, and that he's allowed to be imperfect, just like his little adored troublemaker.
Roses Beyond Thorns
Synopsis: Riddle isn't as pissed as you might think from the way you deliberately breaks rules. Characters: Riddle Rosehearts, minor appearance of Ace Trappola Tags: fluff, comedy, SFW Notes: gender neutral reader, I am so sorry for the long wait akjdhajshd life has been a bitch recently
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The corner of Riddle's nose twitches, a motion almost left unnoticed as he stares blankly at your uniform — at first glance, nothing looked too out of the ordinary, but Riddle has a sharp eyesight and meticulously picks on the smallest of details. He knows you purposely swapped the colours from the school's bowtie (black to white stripes) and the way your funky socks peeked through your hem was merely part of your antics to test his tolerance.
Yet, after the blot incident, he promised to go easy with the strictness he had previously showed regarding the Queen's rules, so he watches in silence as you roam around Heartslabyul with your offending clothing, an innocent spring to your feet - like you're not purposely teasing him.
He also knows everyone is discreetly (or not so much) exchanging side eyes between you two, awaiting for their housewarden to burst some censoring comment about your uniform, but it never comes, and it makes everyone on the dorm hold their breaths. Riddle keeps the nagging thoughts to himself, circling his thumbs as he leans back against the cushioned surface of his seat, gaze burning against your back.
It's another unbirthday to celebrate, and as expected, Riddle keeps the diligent housewarden stance, eventually engulfed from the responsibilities and the many people to greet and talk to. And that's the cue you need to drag Ace away from the crowd, pulling him towards the Rose Maze.
"Wouldn't it be lovely to paint the roses a darker shade of red over their ends? It would highlight their blooming glow," you muse, hand waving around the heart-shaped bushes. Ace winces from a moment, wary of your antics; normally, he wouldn't be hesitant to join you on your pranks, but his neck still strained from Riddle's punishing collar, earned after skipping feeding-the-flamingos duty. "Come on, Ace. I didn't know you were a chicken-head."
The smug grin on your face followed by the teasing comment was enough to brush away any ounce of meticulous restraint - nobody calls Ace a chicken-head! He's not a coward, and he's definitely not afraid of his housewarden's rage...! Liar, and he would soon regret it.
Riddle notices how giggly you and Ace look, and that's enough to stir some suspicion. Nothing good comes out of a humorous Ace.
Riddle has a sharp eyesight and easily picks up on the smallest of details. It only takes him two minutes of staring into the delicate petals, fingers brushing off the cheap paint out of the edges to realize what you have been up to.
"So, whose idea was it to stain the roses perfect cherry colour with maroon? Did you two really think I would not notice the contrasting tones?" Riddle's voice drips with a tame commanding tone - he's really containing himself to not straight out blurt Off With Your Head, and it shows on his cold, stoic features. You can't help but let the ghost of a smile tug at the corner of your lips, amusement mixed with surprise. Of course Riddle would be able to discern the colours, even name them.
Ace remains silent, his gaze fixated on the floor. He was a real friend, despite his loudness and mischievous personality, not even mumbling out your name.
"I just thought a darker colour along the petals would make them look prettier, bringing out their core and the lucid glow of their youth, since they have just finished blooming." You confess, tone innocent and soft. You're ready to face the consequences, so your voice comes sincere, though there's not much regret on the shy, minimal smile that graces the corner of your lips.
And Riddle notices it. He notices it, and can't help but feel his stoned heart warm up, melting away from the way you look so proud of it. You had a special and weird way to tug at his heartstrigs without even meaning it. He always felt a strong sense of righteousness, to live by rules - or else everything would descend into chaos - but then you would stand guiltless in front of him after some prank that conflicted with the Queen's sayings, and he would find your boldness amusing... hopeful, even.
Riddle stays silent, grey eyes searching for any lies or foul, hidden intents alongside your features, the intensity of his nimbus-colored irises sending electricity all through your skin. Though he looks severe, he secretly revels on the way your eyes glisten against his office's light, how your cheeks are graced with a light rosy tint, and most important - how you look genuinely proud of your work.
"Fine," he sighs out, long gloved fingers coming to pinch the bridge of his nose, head moving to the sides in an exasperated, dramatic motion - his hand casting shadows over his face in time to conceal a blush that slowly creeped up his cheeks, complexion easing. "I can recognize your... creative approach regarding the roses, and although I don't appreciate it, I can't find a reason to punish you for it."
He waves you off, allowing you to exit his office. What you fail to notice, however, is the small, longing smile that tugs at Riddle's features the moment you turn your back, the hint of a shy sparkle of admiration growing on his pupils. Ace comes to reach for the door, but is quickly stopped by a hand coiling around his shoulder, pulling him back.
"Trappola, I'm not done with you."
The next day you visit, you find Ace working on the Rose Maze, the heart-shaped red collar matching his current position - the flowers had been stripped from their lively colour, going back to their usual white selves, and now Ace was tasked to paint them all until tea time. No shortcut with his magic allowed thanks to the collar, he was expected to comply with excellency, merely relying on his bare skills with a brush and a can of paint.
"This is so unfair! All you have to do is look pretty and bat your eyelashes and Riddle spares you the collar?! No way, you're helping me out since I wouldn't be in hot water again if it wasn't for your stupid idea!"
You can't help but laugh with a mix of mischief and solidarity, deciding out of the goodness of your heart to help the poor guy out - but not before having a good laugh out of it, and even a photo. For memories sake, you tell him.