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Also Malleus... so cyute!

Who Does The Prefect Like?

Pairing- Malleus Draconia x Reader

Synopsis - You’ve been acting awfully suspicious lately and Detective Grim with his team of sidekicks is determined to solve the case of what you’re up to.

Genre - fluff, established relationship

Notes- this is for @dulcesiabits writing event. Go check them out, they’re amazing!!

“Grim, I’m going for a walk!” you called behind you as you shrugged as you slipped on your shoes. You giggled when you heard an obnoxious groan from the living room. Grim scampered over to the front door and crossed his arms.

“Again? You always disappear in the evening,” he protested, a disgruntled pout on his face. “Where do you even go?”

“It’s just a walk. I’m not going anywhere,” you chuckled and bent down to ruffle the fur on the cat’s head. “Besides it’s good exercise.”

“You can get exercise when I’m around,” Grim grumbled as he begrudgingly nuzzled his ears into your hand. “What if you come across some creep? Who’s gonna protect you then, huh, henchman?

"I’ll have you know, I’m perfectly capable of fending off creeps,” you rolled your eyes before lighting up in remembrance. You ran to the kitchen and returned with a couple of the cookies you had made that day. Grim raised his eyebrow in suspicion.

“What’s that for?” He barely caught the way your eyes shifted around, avoiding his gaze.

“Just… in case I get hungry on the way back,” you smiled unconvincingly and Grim narrowed his eyes. You shifted under the scrutiny of his gaze before turned to the door. “Well, I’ll be off! Try not to burn the dorm down again.”

“Sevens, Y/N! It was one time,” Grim yelled after you as you closed the door. He sighed in resignation and plopped back down on the couch.

—————

You tiptoed through the door, shutting it as quietly as you could. Your “walk” had gone on much longer than expected and your watch now read 11:56. Grim was likely already asleep.

You crept past the couch towards the stairs. You cringed when a loose board creaked but continued onward. Before you could make it to the stairs, a lamp flicked on.

Grim sat on an armchair with his arms crossed, which would’ve been more intimidating if his legs actually reached over the cushion.

“And where have you been, Cinderella?” he accused, glaring at you. You chuckled nervously and leaned against the back of the couch. “It’s nearly midnight.” 

“I just got distracted, that’s all,” you lied, shifting your gaze around the room while your feline friend stared you down. “I was lost in thought and I didn’t realize what time it was.”

“Lost in thought, you say?” Grim narrowed his eyes at you suspiciously. You gulped and felt your neck heat up in embarrassment. After what felt like a lifetime of being stared at, Grim eventually shrugged and hopped off the armchair. “Whatever. I don’t care what you were doing anyway.”

“Good,” you affirmed, a little jarred by Grim’s sudden change in tune. “It’s not of your business what I do in my free time.”

“Yeah, yeah, I’ve got it,” Grim dismissed before looking at your hair with narrowed eyes. “What’s that behind your ear?”

You instinctively reached up to feel the purple wildflower that was tucked behind your ear. Your face heated up as you remembered how you’d got it, but you shook your head in dismissal.

“I found some flowers on my walk,” you lied as you made your way to the stairs. Grim hopped off the couch to follow you. “I just thought it’d be nice to keep it around.”

Grim hummed in consideration before rushing up the stairs. You sighed at his sudden burst of energy before brushing the . You smiled to yourself and headed up to your room.

—————

“Hey! Knuckleheads!”

Ace rolled his eyes as he heard Grim yelling at him from behind. Deuce looked up from his textbook, tilting his head in confusion like a lost puppy.

“Helloooo? I need your help,” Grim waved his hand in front of Ace’s face when he didn’t respond. He put his head right next to Ace’s ear and yelled. “Can you hear me?”

Ace swatted the relentless cat and rubbed his ear.

“Queens, what is your problem?” Ace yelled while Grim climbed into the desk and crossed his arms.

“I said,” Grim sarcastically drew out the “a” in “said”. “I need your help.” 

“And pray tell, what would you need us knuckleheads for?” Ace quipped, propping his head on his elbow. Grim groaned and put his hands on his hips. 

“My henchman has been being sketchy lately and I need your help to find out why.” 

“Y/N? Sketchy?” Deuce questioned, sharing the same confused look as Ace. “Are you sure you’re not just being paranoid?” 

“I’m serious!” Grim stamped his paw and balled his fists, causing Deuce to raise his hands in surrender. “Every night they leave for an “evening stroll”, they call it, and they don’t get back until late.”

Both boys looked at the cat expectantly becoming more confused and disappointed when he provided no further context. 

“And?” Ace stretched out the word condescendingly. “That’s not exactly an unusual activity.” 

“Shut up and listen,” Grim held up his paw to silence Ace’s naysaying. “They always leave with something weird like cookies or flowers or a book. Who needs a book on a walk? They never tell me where they were and whenever I ask they get all shifty-eyed and suspicious. And get this! One time they went out wearing a t-shirt, even though I said it was a bad idea,” Grim mumbled the last bit to himself as if he was proving a point. “but then they came back with a jacket! That’s uber sketchy!” 

During Grim’s briefing, Ace had perked up and was now staring into the distance with squinty eyes, trying to put the pieces together. When he reached a conclusion, he inhaled suddenly in surprise before laughing to himself. 

“What’s so funny, troublemaker?” Grim huffed, upset by Ace’s joking mood. 

“They don’t tell you where they’re going, they take flowers and come back with somebody else’s jacket,” Ace smirked, side-eying Deuce and waiting for him to get the hint. When Deuce just stared at him blankly, he sighed. “The perfect prefect has a secret boyfriend.” 

“A boyfriend?!” Grim shouted, only to have Ace’s hand slapped over his mouth. 

“Keep it down, you little rat,” Ace hissed and took his hand away. “You do know what a secret is, right?” 

“Why would they have a boyfriend?” Grim whisper-shouted, pouting at the thought of you having someone more important in your life than him. “And why would they keep it a secret from me?” 

“Uh, maybe because you’re gonna be a brat about it?” Ace offered patronizingly. 

“I’m not being a brat!” Grim stamped his foot again, like a toddler throwing a temper tantrum. Ace and Deuce exchanged exasperated looks. “Now are you gonna help me or not?” 

“Help you with what?” Deuce asked. 

“Staking out their nightly activity, of course!” Grim exclaimed as if it were an obvious notion. “I don’t know what they’re doing with this secret boyfriend of theirs but I don’t like it.” 

The Heartslabyul boys deliberated for a moment before Ace spoke up. 

“I, for one, would love to know who the object of these midnight rendezvous,” he smiled deviously and looked at Deuce expectantly. 

“Yeah, if the prefect is dating someone, I think we should be the first to know,” Deuce agreed. 

Grim grinned proudly and hopped down from the table. 

“This is a fantastic idea.”

—————

“Grim! I’m leaving!” you called, looking behind you expectantly as Grim stared at you from the couch, almost suspiciously eager. “I’ll be sure to be back before midnight this time.” 

“Okay, bye, see you,” Grim blurted out too quickly. You eyed him in confusion but shrugged it off and set off for your walk, closing the door behind you. 

You walked along the dirt path to the gates, a little skip in your step as you swung your arms. The wind cut through your sweater but you didn’t care. You held on to the iron bars of the Ramshackle gate and spun your body around onto the main path. 

You checked the path to make sure no one was there and made your way into the forest. The streetlamps gave a little bit of residual light but it faded away pretty quickly. You were about to get out your phone’s flashlight to see in the pitch black, but a glowing green light appeared a few feet in front of you. You giggled, knowing your boyfriend was behind this, and reached out to touch it, but it darted away from your hand. 

After following the light for a while, you reached a clearing in the trees. The light shattered into tiny green sparks, hovering in the air like fireflies and lighting the clearing. Amidst the sparks, a tall figure began to take shape. You reached out your hand with a smile as Malleus took shape in front of you. 

He smiled softly and took your hand, pulling you close and brushing your cheek with his thumb. You let out an amused hum when he gently kissed the corner of your lip. He pulled away to gaze into your eyes before fully kissing you. You smiled into the kiss and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pulled away and rested your head on his shoulder. 

“I missed you,” you whispered, rocking slightly on the balls of your feet. Malleus chuckled lowly and kissed the top of your head. 

“But we saw each other just earlier today, dearest,” he said languidly. You groaned light-heartedly and looked him in the eye. 

“That was in class. Class is different,” you lamented, despising that you had to keep your relationship a secret. “I can’t hug you, kiss you, hold your hand. Aurora’s sake, I can’t even sit next to you! I’m supposed to be scared of you, you know.”

“Scared? Pray tell,” Malleus looked quite amused, which you looked at him pointedly for. 

“That’s right. You’re supposed to be big, bad, scary Malleus Draconia the Great and I’m supposed to be a quivering plebeian.” 

Malleus laughed at your impression and you caught sight of the cute little fangs that had caught your attention the first time you met. 

“Tell me, dearest. Am I really so big and bad and scary?” 

You hummed in consideration, stroking your chin jokingly. 

“Let’s see. Big, definitely. Bad, 100 percent. But scary?” you deliberated as a smile crept on your face, breaking your character. You reached up and twirled a strand of his hair with your finger, trying to keep from melting when he took your hand in his hand pressed it to his cheek. “Couldn’t be further from the truth.” 

“Is that so?” Malleus chuckled and pressed a kiss into the palm of your hand. You stared into his eyes with a playful look before a light bulb seemed to pop up above his head. You were a little disappointed when he pulled away from your embrace but you quickly became more curious when he snapped his fingers and some of the sparks converged to form a box. 

Malleus looked at you expectantly, looking quite proud of himself. You couldn’t help from laugh, whether it was from the item he just summoned or the prospect of the feared fae prince awaiting praise like a puppy. 

“Is that… a boombox?” 

Malleus nodded enthusiastically, making you laugh. 

“Lilia said that this is a modern form of listening to music and that it plays all by itself, with no musicians.” 

You laughed even harder, stunned by how oblivious Malleus was to modern technology.

“I suppose that, to you, it would seem modern, though it’s a bit dated in the current year,” you chuckled and smiled in thanks for his effort. 

“I figured, why not have the best of both our worlds?” Malleus said as he leaned down and pressed play. A slow violin melody began to play and you swayed to the music. “It’s a waltz from Briar Valley. It used to be quite popular on the islands, but I’m afraid the novelty has been lost to time.” 

“It’s beautiful,” you mused, mesmerized by the softly lilting tune. Malleus extended his hand toward you and you set your hand in his. He pulled you to the middle of the clearing and began to lead you in a waltz.

You got confused with some of the steps and stepped on his toes a few too many times but he just laughed and continued dancing. He spun you around, your clothes ruffling with the wind. You laughed when he pulled you back in, holding you for a moment too long. You pressed your forehead against his and sighed in contentment. 

“I love you,” you whispered and cupped his cheek with your hand. His eyes fluttered closed as you locked your lips with his. He pulled away long enough for you to see the intensity in his eyes. It wasn’t hungry or dangerous, but full of love and devotion that you knew was dedicated only for you. 

“And I love you, my dearest. More than you can ever know.” 

As he leaned in again, you suddenly heard a racket from the distance. Both you and Malleus straightened in confusion and began to look around the clearing. You were finally able to pick out the squabbling of three very familiar voices. You sighed, more than annoyed, and stalked over to the tree the voices were coming from. 

You grabbed Ace and Deuce by the ear and hauled them out into the clearing, their pained protests falling on deaf ears. 

“Care to explain what you’re doing?” you said calmly. Both boys swore under their breath. When you were pissed, you yelled at them. You were only calm when you were really furious. 

“I would like to preface any statement by saying it was Grim’s idea,” Ace held up his hands in surrender but you quickly shot him down with a glare. 

Grim emerged from the bush and sneered at Ace. 

“It wasn’t my fault! They were the ones who went through with the plan!”

“The plan?” you interrogated, your expression growing darker by the minute. All three of them gulped in fear. 

“I mean, it wasn’t really a plan, per se,” Deuce attempted to explain but became too nervous of your death stare. Overlapping voices tried to reason with you but you silenced them by putting your hand up. You took a deep breath and turned to Ace and Deuce. 

“I am very disappointed in you boys. I’ve come to expect your usual shenanigans but spying on me is not okay. I value my privacy very much and what I do with my free time is none of your business. You will apologize to me and you will mean it or I will be having words with Riddle. Is that clear?” 

“Yes, sir,” Deuce nodded, though it was unclear if he was enthusiastic or just petrified. Ace elbowed him and looked at the ground. 

“We’re very sorry, Y/N. We should’ve respected your personal life and not tried to pry,” Ace recited shamefully. It made you wonder if he had a speech prepared for when he got caught. 

“I promise it won’t happen again,” Deuce muttered, doing everything he could to avoid your gaze. You nodded in satisfaction and waved your had to dismiss them. Grim attempted to slip away with them but you yanked him back by the collar. 

“Don’t think you’re off the hook, little mister,” you sneered at Grim as he pouted, resigning to being held by the scruff of his neck like the kitten he was. “No tuna for a month.” 

The screech was enough to make you drop the furry creature. He gaped at you in disbelief and stuttered through an argument. You glared at him and all his words left him. 

“One. Month.” 

Grim attempted to hold your stern look but he quickly gave up in the staring contest. He sauntered back to the dorm with his head hung low. 

You sighed in relief that they were finally gone. You turned around to find Malleus watching you with eyes full of affection. 

“What?” you laughed, partially exasperated by the first years antics and partially amused by Malleus’ affectionate staring. 

“I am the luckiest person in the whole world,” he breathed, barely even thinking about his words. You averted you eyes in uncharacteristic bashfulness as he stepped closer. “I’m serious. That may have been the most attractive thing I have seen anyone do in a thousand years,” he sighed in contentment and tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear. “How in the stars did I manage to make you mine?  The big, bad, scary fae for the beautiful, strong, amazing human.” 

You smiled and close your eyes instinctually as held your face. 

“Sounds like a perfect match to me,” you whispered and rested your head in the crook of his neck. You stood there in serene silence before your eyes snapped open. 

“Fates, they’re gonna tell everyone.”

Malleus winced as he remembered that crucial detail. You laughed at the hilarity of the whole situation. 

“Sebek is going to flip his lid,” you joked. You couldn’t stop laughing because you knew it was true. Malleus joined you in laughing, not being able to stop the first years from blabbing to the whole school. He exclaimed mockingly. 

“We’re doomed!” 

Why is this so cuteee

Two Pies in Love ✧ SMAU ✧ Riddle Rosehearts

Notes: I made another practice SMAU, this time with my guinea pig as Riddle! The prompt is based on genuinely stupid thoughts I had at work one day. Enjoy ♡

LMAO HELP I'M WHEEZING RN AND I HAVE TO KEEP QUIET CAUSE I'M IN A RESTAURANT WITH MY FAMILY

this is why you should NOT hit on Kalim Al-Asim

My piece for the ‘who does the prefect like?’ writing collab by @dulcesiabits ! Sorry this is so late, I hope you enjoy it!

note: they/them pronouns used for reader

“They’re onto us, Kalim.”

Kalim blinked. “What do you mean, (Y/N)?”

“The first years,” you hissed, looking left and right. “They suspect that I’m dating someone.”

All the doors and windows of the Ramshackle Dorm were safely locked, and you had drawn the curtains for good measure. You would have switched off the lights too, if there were any (Crowley had forgotten to pay the electricity bills again). The only thing lighting the room you and Kalim were three of the Ramshackle ghosts.

They were your close allies, which you were grateful for. You would need allies in the times to come…

“…how is that a problem?” Kalim frowned with confusion. “It’s not a big deal if people found out we were dating.”

“…” Your eyes began to brim with tears, and you reached over to your boyfriend and tenderly cupped his cheeks with your hands. “Oh, Kalim…sweetheart, angel, love of my life…if people found out we were dating…it would be a complete travesty!”

“Travesty, travesty, travesty!” echoed the ghosts in perfect synchronisation.

“R-really?” Kalim’s eyes shone with fear.

“Yes!”

“…ah…!” Kalim shivered a little as well. “I don’t know why you would think that, but if you say so…do you have a plan?”

“Kalim…” Your face darkened, and you sat back up on the couch. “We need…to become…pals.”

“…but we’re already pals!” chirped Kalim. “You’re my favourite pal!”

“No, Kalim.” You shook your head sadly. “We need to become simply pals. Nothing more. We can only do pal stuff with each other. No kissing. No holding hands. No buying me gifts. No calling each other ‘sugar-bear,’ ‘sweetie-pie,’ or anything of the sort.”

Kalim’s eyes widened, and he began tearing up. “Not even hugging…?”

“Especially not hugging.”

“…what…what if I slip up?” Terror dawned on Kalim’s face. “What if I accidently hug you in public? Then everyone would find out…!”

“If you slip up and accidently show me affection in any way, you need to jump exactly six feet away from me as quick as possible and say, ‘But not like, in a weird way!’ That should cover it up.”

“I hope I don’t give us away…”

“Of course, you won’t! I wouldn’t have told you my plan if you would!” You gave Kalim a loving, adoring smile. “I trust you, Kalim.”

You suddenly turned away from him. “I’m afraid you must leave now, Grim will be arriving…leave, my dear, lest our secret love be revealed to the world!”

“I’m leaving, I’m leaving!”

And Kalim ran out of Ramshackle, trying to be discreet as possible.

By which one means: not discreet at all.

…

“The prefect hasn’t been answering my calls,” grumbled Ace. “They’re probably off kissing Kalim again.”

“Really?” Deuce frowned with confusion. “The prefect isn’t dating anyone, though.”

“Deuce.” Ace grabbed Deuce by the shoulders. “I want you to think. Who told you that the prefect was single?”

“The prefect told me.”

“And why would they say that they’re single?”

“Because they are single?”

“Dummy.” Ace bonked Deuce on the head, and Deuce yelps. “What was that for?!”

“I was trying to get that brain of yours working! Kalim constantly comments hearts under (Y/N)’s photos on Magicam, how can the not be dating?!”

“Maybe because they’re friendship hearts!”

“They have matching heart necklaces with each other’s names on them!”

“Maybe those are friendship necklaces!”

“Deuce, we saw them making out in the corridor.”

“…maybe…they were…making out…platonically?”

Ace facepalmed. “Platonically?! Are you kidding me, Juice?”

“Don’t call me that!”

Jack, who was sitting in the corner of the room silently, finally speaks up. “There are a lot of different sexualities out there, Ace. Platonic make-outs are probably a thing, you know.”

“See, Ace?!” Deuce smiled triumphantly. “I was right!”

“However,” Jack interrupted Deuce’s victory celebration, “I know enough about the prefect that I can be sure that them and Kalim are probably dating.”

“Nah, they’re definitely dating,” called out Epel. “I heard (Y/N) call Kalim ‘wifey’ the other day.”

“What?!” exclaimed Ace and Deuce in unison.

“Yeah. They’ve even got rings. With diamonds and everything, but they’re kinda subtle, so you have to really be paying attention.” Epel looked deep in thought. “Gotta say, if those are real, they hafta be worth a lotta money…”

“No way you’re telling the truth,” scorned Ace. “Even the prefect can’t be that cringe.”

“Are you callin’ me a liar?!”

“You both, calm down,” said Jack. “We need to stop pondering over the prefect’s love life; it isn’t any of our business.”

“That’s the whole point, Jack,” responded Ace, rolling his eyes. “There’s a reason trashy tabloids sell, you know. It’s no fun if it is your business.”

“Still, it doesn’t feel right…”

“Well, if you wanna leave, the door’s right there.” Ace gestured to said door, and smirked. “But be honest, Jack: you’re here because you’re curious, aren’t you? You might try to act all ‘holier than thou’ but deep down you’re dying to know if the prefect is really dating Kalim.”

“…” Jack frowned, but he didn’t move from his seat at the round table.

“Sebek, you haven’t said anything,” noted Deuce, looking at the green-haired, stoic boy. “What do you think?”

“Well, at first, I was admittedly shocked by those two’s behaviour. Handholding? Before marriage? That’s how unplanned pregnancies happen!”

In the background, Ace choked on his own laughter.

“But,” continued Sebek, “When I heard the prefect refer to Kalim as ‘wifey’, it became clear to me that they were, in fact, married or at least engaged, in which case their public displays of affection, while still distasteful, were not the immoral acts of promiscuity I had initially thought them to be.”

“But…they’re not married…?” Deuce treaded carefully, he knew this would set off an explosion.

“What.” A great big frown marred Sebek’s features, and he shouted, “THEN THEY MUST BE SEPERATED AT ONCE! LEST THEY BECOME CORRUPTING INFLUENCE ON THE YOUNG MASTER, NAY, A CORRUPTING INFLUENCE ON OUR ENTIRE GENERATION!”

“Tell me you have no bitches without telling me you have no bitches,” snickered Ace under his breath.

Jack slammed his hand on the table. “We need to stop this madness. We’ve become too unhealthily obsessed with this matter.”

“I wouldn’t say obsessed…” murmured Epel.

“Epel, you made an evidence board,” said Jack pointedly. “With red wool.”

“Okay, maybe we’re kinda obsessed…”

“Anways, we need to bring an end to this once and for all. Either, we find out the truth of the prefect’s relationship, or we drop the entire investigation.”

Murmurs of agreement sounded in the room.

“…But…” Deuce raised his hand. “How are we going to find out if they really are dating or not?”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got a plan,” Ace reassured him. “It’s fool-proof, so it should even work on the prefect.”

“And what is the plan?” asked Jack.

Ace smirked.

“Ace, what is the plan?”

Ace’s smirk became wider.

…

“Are you lost, babygorl?” said Jack stiffly, before leaning on the wall in front of Kalim.

Honestly, he should have known better than to have gone with this plan. The only reason he was even here was because Ace was holding his cacti hostage (that little shit). And now, he was here. Trying to seduce the prefect’s man.

Why him?

“Oh, you’re Jack, aren’t you? Honey bea– the prefect mentioned you!” Kalim smiled. “I’m not lost! But thanks, though.”

“Um…” Jack coughed. “You’re welcome.”

The tiny receiver in his ear crackled to life. “What the hell, Jack?!” Ace shouted, his voice tinny in the small speaker. In the corner of his eye, Jack could spot Deuce, Ace and Epel buried in a nearby bush, watching Jack with a hawk’s eye. Sebek wasn’t there, because the moment Ace had explained the plan, he had passed out at the thought of ‘intimate talk’ before marriage. 

“That wasn’t smooth. At all,” said Epel. “Try a different one.”

Jack swallowed. “Anyways…” This is so embarrassing, this is so embarrassing– “Do you like raisins? How do you feel about a date?”

“Oh, I do really like dates!” Kalim’s eyes sparkled. “Why, you got any?”

“…”

“What the heck was that delivery, Jack,” Ace groaned. “You need to be more sultry! More seductive!”

What the hell did Ace know about being sultry and seductive? Didn’t he ghost his only girlfriend?

Jack decided to keep it simple. “Do you…do you want to go out with me?”

“…we are outside, though?” Kalim frowned.

“He’s so…stupid!” Deuce shout-whispered. “A lost case!”

“You’re the one to talk,” replied Ace. Oh, he couldn’t just keep his mouth shut, could he?

“Why, you–!”

“Deuce, stop choking Ace­– WHAT WAS THAT FOR, GODDAMIT?!”

A few more shouts, a crash, and the line went dead.

But hey, Jack guessed this meant he could leave now.

“…I have somewhere to be. Goodbye.”

“Oh, goodbye, Jac–”

“Jack.”

Jack felt a dark, looming, angry presence behind him, one which made him want to start running, but Jack was a proud person, and he didn’t run away, so he turned around, and sorely regretted it.

Because it was you.

With a face that screamed ‘bloody murder’.

“Hey, (Y/N)!” chirped Kalim from behind Jack. “Jack was just asking me if we could go out! Want to join us?”

“Prefect,” began Jack desperately, “I promise you that this isn’t my fault, they were holding my cacti hostage–”

“HOW DARE YOU HIT ON MY WIFE?” you roared, with the force of a thousand suns.

Pride be damned. Jack started running.

…

Grim blinked, as he witnessed you chasing Jack with a murderous look, then turned his gaze to Epel, Ace and Deuce fist fighting in a bush. “What’s happening?”

“Beats me!” said Ortho cheerfully. “Wanna go to my dorm to play some video games?”

“Sure, sounds fun!”

At this point anyone who sres my rbs know that I'm a huge sucker for floof(fluff) and cyute(cute) stuff

All day~

It’s Dire Crowley slander all day, everyday 😤

{The image isn’t mine, I found it on Pinterest}

Floofy

: ̗̀➛ I'm proud to say that I'm a part of the TWST collab ("who does the prefect like?") hosted by @dulcesiabits!!! I hope that you all enjoy this╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯💖💖

—❥ ᴅᴀʀʟɪɴɢ ɪ ғᴀɴᴄʏ ʏᴏᴜ

warnings: none

genre: romance, fluff, (attempted) comedy

pairing: riddle rosehearts x gn!reader (+ platonic first years hehe)

word count: 884

extra notes: the reader is the ramshackle prefect!

♪ london boy – taylor swift

—♡ “Do you know why we called you here for this meeting, (Y/N)?”

“Uhh. . .This is my dorm, y’know, you’re the ones who asked to come over–”

“That’s besides the point!”

“The point is. . .”

“We know you’re dating Riddle.” ♡—

『••♡••』

So, you’re probably wondering how this all started. Well then. . .Let’s start from the beginning, shall we?

— ʚ The Study ‘Dates’ ɞ

It all started with a small study date. It wasn’t even a date at the time, it was just Riddle helping you study for a test (as repayment for helping him round up some loose hedgehogs a few days prior).

The other first years didn’t really think anything of it at the time but they didn’t expect the study ‘dates’ to keep happening. It even got to the point where you were cancelling plans with them just because of these study sessions with Riddle. But hey, maybe it was just you wanting to get good grades for you and Grim, right?

— ʚ Your Phone ɞ

Usually when you hung out with the first years, you would only use your phone to show them something funny or to use Google to prove someone (typically Ace) wrong about something.

But now something felt. . .off. You were looking at your phone a lot more often than normal and were even giggling at whatever was on your screen.

You’ve never giggled at your phone.

What was even weirder is that you would lay your phone faced down so no one could read your messages. People usually only did that when they were hiding something. That's when Ace came up with a quote-unquote ‘brilliant’ plan. (Spoiler alert: it backfired.)

— ʚ The Stupid Brilliant Plan ɞ

When Ace suggested following you and Riddle around to see what you both did, Sebek and Deuce were yelling about how it was an invasion of privacy but Epel didn’t seem to mind the idea. Jack didn’t even react other than slapping the palm of his hand onto his forehead at the stupid plan that Ace concocted.

Needless to say, the dumb idea was put into motion.

The group put on disguises they deemed as acceptable before following you to the library. So far the study session was normal. Just Riddle going through the subject and making sure you understood everything he was saying. Sure, there were a few moments where his knee brushed yours and he got a bit too close for the first years’ comfort, but nothing that could make them 100% sure whether you were dating Riddle or not.

They watched as you both put your textbooks into your bags and that's when they saw it. . .Your lips pressed against Riddle's in a simple yet sweet kiss. His hand interlocked with yours for a second, giving it a light squeeze before letting go. A smile that neither Ace or Deuce have ever seen graced Riddle's face—a smile that was full of love and a bit of shyness.

“My rose, what did I say about PDA?” The dorm head seemed anything but annoyed despite what his question may have implied. That smile never leaving, instead it simply grew when your hand reached for his yet again. “I know, sorry! I just couldn’t help it. Plus it’s not like anyone is around~♪”

BLEGH. That was the only thought running through the first years’ minds (minus Jack, he was just glad that you’re happy in all honesty). Ace and Deuce couldn’t believe their eyes. Their dorm head was secretly a softy but for their FRIEND? The two thought they were going to faint on the spot.

Before they threw up their lunch, they quickly ran back to Ramshackle.

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!”

“RIDDLE? FOR REAL?!”

“THIS CAN’T BE HAPPENING!”

“WHY WOULD THE HUMAN KEEP THIS FROM US IF THEY TRULY RESPECT US?!”

After your friends finished their mini breakdown, that’s when they decided it was time for an interrogation.

『••♡••』

So, back to present time!

You sat on the dusty couch while the boys’ all stood in front of you. “So, what do you have to say?”

“Well, first of all, I don’t like that you decided to spy on me. Second of all, if you were really my friends. . . Wouldn’t you just wait for me to say something when I was ready?”

Well that certainly wasn’t what they expected to hear. Suddenly they felt something akin to guilt.

“I was actually going to tell you soon since Riddle seems like he wants to take this relationship seriously but guess I don’t need to do that now.” You couldn’t help but sigh before standing up and flicking Ace’s forehead. “Ow! You–. . .Y’know what, I deserved that.” He couldn’t even argue with you on that one.

“Nonetheless, you guys are my friends, so as long as you are happy for me in the end then it’s fine,” you spread out your arms, “Group hug?” That crooked yet loveable smile was hard to say no to. No matter how much they tried to act like that didn’t like the hug, you knew that they didn’t actually mind it one bit.

“I just have one condition if you're dating Riddle.”

“That being?”

“If I ever catch the two of you being all sappy or lovey-dovey then I won’t be able to talk to you for the rest of that week.”

“Oh shut it, Ace!”

Hope this was enjoyable cause my writer's block is still being a pain (╥﹏╥)💖💖💖 — 💘 Hallow 💘