Commercial Break

“Commercial break

with Riddle Rosehearts”

with Trans! reader + Transphobic Riddle

(Takes place before his overblot)

“You don’t get it, do you?” He despised the dejected expression on your face. Still, he nodded with your blunt inquiry. “I’m not who I used to be, Riddle.”

He wanted to be understanding, and he was trying so hard to. It was taking everything in him not to push you away in angry confusion.

You were you.

Why were you saying that you were someone else, someone aside from who he grew up with? Was this some stupid prank Ace and Deuce put you up to? Why are you going against all it is he was raised to believe? Did you hate him?

“Why are you being delusional?” He slipped up in his thoughts.

“Huh?” He knows you’d heard that reaction from others within your classes, but not him. And even though he could see the pain in your eyes, he chose to continue.

“You’re selfisb, pulling the rug out from everyone just because you want to be different. I will not support your actions and behavior. And the only ones who will stand by your stupidity is those who see you’re a pitiful fool. Remember that.”

I do not believe Riddle would be discriminating against any minority after his overblot, however this is a short drabble containing my speculation for how it could be. Transphobia will not be tolerated.

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That’s literally how I feel with your works

I typically only like male characters in most medias, but your works have made me obsessed

“A place that I could call home

with Azul Ashengrotto”

He was feared by quite a few of his peers. And he was content with that reputation. The air that surrounded him was a reminder to avoid messing with him. Not even including the Leech twins that instilled terror in most, if not, all students.

But not you. In fact, his mysterious nature and facade only interested you. Like an oblivious researcher, you felt the need to learn more. To discover the secrets he’s permit you to.

Even as he tried to scare you off with threats or empty gestures, you remained stationary as a figure in his life. Pestering him about schoolwork or his plans when the lounge is closed. It was as if you were trying to weasel your way in.

He was teased relentlessly by Floyd Leech, and a little more quietly questioned by Jade Leech. What was a human outside of their knowledge trying to do? Intercepting their routine with curiosity and intrigue.

He had no answer to offer them, as he was also lost. You didn’t appear to have malicious intentions from what he interrogated you on. In fact, aside from blindly trusting him at every moment, there was really nothing he knew about you.

Perhaps he could keep you around, being the benevolent man he is.

“I’m not pretty when I’m naked

with Lynette”

Nudity

She shed her clothes in your bedroom, feeling dread pool in her stomach.

Hearing you walk in, she tried to make sure she maintained a face of indifference. Being left in her undergarments as she searched for her pajamas, she felt pathetic. You would never pressure her to do something like this, changing with the door open, rendering herself vulnerable.

“Dear, what’s the matter?” She hadn’t even noticed the tears falling down her face. She stared at the loose t-shirt in her clenched fists.

She was shaking.

“I’d like to change alone, I think.” She braced herself for something. Maybe physical contact from your hand, or a sigh of disappointment. Something to try to coerce her into continuing despite her hesitation.

But she wasn’t met with any distaste, as you pulled away and reached behind you. You handed her the pajama pants she’d brought for your sleepover.

“You don’t need my permission to do what makes you comfortable, Lynette. You’re safe to do whatever you need.”

Before she could start sobbing, she quickly turned away to leave for the bathroom. At times like this, you knew it was not best to force her to be too open. Lynette allowing you to see a side of her that reveals her fear is rare. It was best not to push it.

And while you returned to making sure your room was ready for her return, she stood in the mirror.

What did she do to deserve you?

Or is this maybe what she earned, through all the hellish experiences she’s faced in her lifetime.

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Queue — 0

“The state of my works

What a dreary topic. . .”

“Overslept

with Floyd Leech”

He was completely silent, for once.

As you sobbed into his chest, the merman remained completely still. The hand that rested on your head appeared to be the only reminder that he was still functioning.

“I’m a wreck,” you breathed out through shaky and pitchy syllables. You didn’t dare to look at him, in case the look on his face wasn’t pleasant. You’d rather be oblivious to any boredom he may face during your session of weakness.

He was silent for a while though. So long that if you weren’t sitting up on his bed, you’d think he had fallen asleep.

After a bit, you decided to take that risk of being faced with distaste. Looking up at him though, you saw something else.

He looked defeated. Like he was to blame for something.

“I wanna help.” When he looked into your eyes, his arms wrapped around you in order to pull you close. “So, how can I help my Fishy?”