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Griffin They/Them Adult Furthering the doomed gay agenda through fanfic. Main Fandoms: Twst, Houseki no Kuni, Fate Series, HSR, Lobotomy Corporation Open to fic requests

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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle) Fic Chapter Contents

Heyoo and welcome to the d00medya0i agenda, a blog where I post my extremely mentally stable fics and other well-adjusted content.

For ease of navigating current and future chapters, I’ve made a chapter list for my current fic WIP, Kiss the Goldfishie. As each new chapter is posted, I’ll update the contents list.

I hope you all enjoy and look forward to future chapters! : D

Chapter 1

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Chapter 2

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 4

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Chapter 5

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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle)

Chapter 5

~ AHH sorry I took so long to update this, everything’s been crazy. Well, it’s finally here LMAO. I’ll try to get Ch6 out sooner!

Here’s a link to all the previous chapters.

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“Guys, I think something’s up with Riddle,” Cater said, glancing about himself, to make sure Riddle wasn’t within hearing distance. Riddle had the unpredictable habit of suddenly materialising behind others when they began gossiping about him.

Ace looked up from bickering with Deuce over snatching the last bread roll and frowned.

“He’s not … his usual self. Y’know, it’s totally a drag when he gets all ‘rules this’ ‘rules that’, but seeing him all deflated like this. It’s worse, honestly,” Cater said.

“He does seem a bit out of sorts, yeah. I can’t figure out what’s up for the life of me,” Deuce chipped in.

“Huh … I mean, I wonder if it has anything to do with what happened a few days ago,” Ace pondered.

“A few days ago?” Cater asked, leaning forwards as he leapt upon this fresh piece of gossip.

My piping hot tea senses are going off, this is gonna be some S Tier goss.

“Man, you didn’t stay concerned for long,” Ace snorted, smirking nastily.

“Just spill it, c’mon,” Cater pressed.

“Spill what?” Trey asked, sliding in the seat next to Cater.

“Why Riddle’s upset, or out of sorts, or whatever,” Cater whispered.

Trey frowned at Cater’s dismissive tone.

“I tried asking him about it, but he got very defensive, as you’d expect,” Trey sighed, “I think it’s something to do with those Octavinelle boys, though. Everytime I see him come in for lunch, he looks over at their table as if trying to find someone and gets sad, all of a sudden.”

“Which Octavinelle boys?” asked Deuce.

“C’mon Deucey, could it realistically be anyone else but those three mafia kingpin wannabes?” Cater whispered.

“Oh. Ohhhh!” Deuce exclaimed, eyes wide.

“That makes it even clearer, then,” Ace snorted.

“Dude seriously, don’t keep me on tenterhooks here. I might die of suspense,” Cater pleaded, placing a hand against his forehead and pretending to faint dramatically.

“It’s about Floyd,” Ace said.

“Huh … I guess that makes sense,” Trey murmured, gripping his chin thoughtfully.

“Don’t they hate each other?” Deuce asked, frowning.

“Floyd, huh?” Cater said, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

Ace explained the conversation with Riddle he had a few nights ago, punctuated by excited gasps and Cater occasionally reaching across the table and grabbing Ace by the shoulders and shaking him slightly.

“I have it on good conscience that our eel friend has a thing for our cute little Housewarden,” Cater whispered dramatically.

“A thing?” Ace and Deuce asked in unison, before glaring at each other.

“A crush, you sillies,” Cater whispered conspiratorially.

“Damn, is that why he’s always running around after Riddle?” Ace asked, “And going on about him at club practice, always asking me and the other Hearts boys for details about him?”

Cater nodded emphatically.

“Haven’t seen him around for a few days. Could that have something to do with it?” Deuce pondered.

“I think you might be right. I also have video evidence of Floyd’s little crush on Riddle. And receipts.”

“Of course you do,” Trey scoffed.

Cater winked at him.

“You wanna see?” Cater asked, fishing out his phone with a mischievous grin. He dangled it tantalisingly in front of Ace and Deuce, while glancing sideways at Trey.

Trey gestured his reluctant approval with a hand, a frown still on his face.

“Absolutely,” Ace said.

Deuce leaned forward eagerly.

Cater flipped through his camera roll. Once he located the video, he pressed play. Floyd launched himself at Riddle with a bright, happy smile. Ace and Deuce sniggered, watching Riddle explode at Floyd and clamp a collar around his neck.

“That’s just too good,” Ace cackled.

“IKR? It gets even better. Rook from Pomefiore sent me this one. Keep this one on the DL, though, I still don’t know how Rook got a hold of it,” Cater said.

“Rook sent you what?”

Cater whipped around with a cry of alarm, fumbling his phone, he dropped it on the table. Riddle was standing behind Cater with his food tray, a suspicious scowl on his face.

“Ahahaha, nothing Housewarden,” Cater laughed lightly, “Has anyone told you how cute you look today?”

Riddle’s scowl deepened, as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Ace and Deuce, bless them, both went to snatch Cater’s phone off the table together. Instead, they bumped their heads noisily into each other with a sharp crack, and started bickering with each other.

Riddle glanced over at what was on Cater’s phone and saw the video of Floyd playing. His eyes widened and he went white as a sheet. He bit his lower lip and his hands started trembling violently, as he lowered his head, his scarlet hair falling forward to cover his eyes. Suddenly, he inhaled sharply and his cheeks flooded with colour. He slammed his food tray down in the empty seat next to Cater.

“Bathroom,” he muttered stiffly, before storming off.

The four boys exchanged looks and took off after him immediately.

As they exited the Great Cafeteria, Riddle had already made it to the other end of the hallway, pivoting sharply on his heel into the men’s bathroom.

By the Seven, for someone so short, Riddle sure can book it when he wants to, Cater thought to himself.

When the four boys arrived at the bathroom, they could hear harsh breathing and stifled sobs coming from one of the stalls. Trey took the lead, knocking tentatively.

“Riddle, it’s us. We came to apologise,” Trey murmured softly, glowering at Cater, Ace and Deuce in turn to make it abundantly clear that if they didn’t apologise, they’d be in for it later.

“Go away,” Riddle screeched, his voice cracking, “I’m fine.”

“You don’t sound it, hun,” Cater chipped in, “C’mon, open the door. We didn’t come to laugh at you, we were just trying to figure out why you’ve been upset the past few days.”

“Yeah dude, we’re your friends,” Ace added, “We just wanna help.”

“Yes! If our friend has a problem, then it’s our duty to help solve it,” Deuce said, with his usual straightforward gusto.

Cater heard the toilet door lock click open, and Riddle glanced out with one silvery, bloodshot eye. Trey opened his arms, inviting Riddle into a hug. Hesitation flickered in Riddle’s silver eye. However, more tears suddenly swam across the surface, threatening to spill, and he flung the door open, launching himself at Trey. Trey bundled Riddle into his arms, as the smaller boy wept bitterly into his blazer. Cater also joined the hug, with Ace and Deuce hugging the outside, forming a protective shell around Riddle.

“I’m seriously so sorry, Riddle. I took it too far,” Cater said, patting his head.

“S’not your fault,” Riddle hiccuped, “It’s mine. I mess everything up.”

“It’s not your fault at all. Relationships can be tricky,” Cater replied, soothingly stroking Riddle’s hair, “I’ve had my own fair share of screw ups, believe it or not.”

Cater closed his eyes briefly, thinking back on his brief stint with Trey in their first year. It wasn’t something either of them talked about often. Cater didn’t think even Riddle knew about it.

Cater had broken it off, terrified of the vulnerability, terrified of the true aspects of himself being revealed, the low moods, quietness, and darkness that writhed within him like a poisonous snake. Cater glanced up and made eye contact with Trey, grimacing at him in a way that was utterly unlike himself. Trey glanced away, back down at Riddle, clenching his jaw tightly.

But this was about Riddle, now. Cater couldn’t help feeling some affinity with his extreme distress at his own feelings.

God, I’ve been there.

Cater restored his smile in an instant, directing its dazzling force towards Riddle. He knee the way that his smile put people at ease, so he always wore it.

“Don’t worry, Housewarden, we’ll help you out with fixing this. There’s gotta be a way.”

Riddle glanced up at Cater with wide puffy eyes, his red eyeliner smudged with tears.

“Really?” He asked, sniffing noisily.

“Of course! Let’s get you cleaned up, okay? Just leave it to Cay-Cay. You’ll have your #Riddleswag back before you know it!” Cater told him brightly.

Riddle nodded, inhaling and exhaling slowly, as he pulled himself together.

“Okay. But just … never say #Riddleswag again,” Riddle murmured hoarsely, trying to infuse some of his usual strictness back into it.

Cater laughed easily.

“Yes, Housewarden. What do the rest of you guys think?”

“It’ll be okay, Riddle,” Trey murmured gently.

“Don’t worry, leave it to us, Housewarden Rosehearts!” Deuce exclaimed eagerly.

“We got you man, we’ll help you through this!” Ace added, with a reassuring grin.

“Okay. Thank you. I’m sorry … for always showing my worst side to you,” Riddle murmured, glancing away. His eyes that usually gleamed with a fiery cold brilliance looked dull and dark.

“Riddle, no one’s perfect,” Trey said gently.

Riddle flinched at that, as if the words had struck a physical blow.

“But I am. At least, I’m supposed to be,” Riddle snapped, anger colouring his voice.

Cater pulled out some of the makeup wipes he always kept on him and gently wiped Riddle’s smudged makeup away.

“Riddle, listen to me here,” Cater said, suddenly serious, “You’re brilliant, talented, beautiful, and so, so strong. But none of that is tied to ‘perfection.’ It’s tied to a strength and diligence that’s innate to you and no one else.”

Riddle frowned slightly, pouting.

“O-of course I know that,” he stammered, “I am first in every subject and Housewarden for a reason, after all.”

Cater clapped him on the shoulder.

“Good. Let’s get you fixed up, huh?” Cater said brightly, brandishing his makeup bag and smoothing out Riddle’s fringe gently.

“What the fuck is going on in here?” A voice called from the doorway, “Can’t a man piss in peace?”

Leona stood framed in the bathroom doorway, a furious scowl on his face. Ruggie peeped around the doorway, his ears twitching. Upon seeing all the Heartslabyul boys gathered around a dishevelled Riddle, he struggled to hold back his laughter.

“SCATTER!” Ace shouted.

“Cay-Cay’s got this! Split Card!” Cater yelled, brandishing his magical pen, “C’mon Pretty Me’s, let’s get outta here!”

Hoisting Deuce, Ace, Trey and Riddle onto their shoulders, the Caters ferried them out of the bathroom, past Leona who stood there with his tail whipping side to side, looking royally pissed off. Ruggie, meanwhile, had doubled over on the ground, cackling hysterically.

Cater had one of his doubles wink at Ruggie and blow him a kiss, which sent him laughing harder, almost to the point of tears.

“Fucking finally,” Leona grumbled, twitching his tail irritably and stalking off into the bathroom.

Ruggie wasn’t the only one laughing. Cater could hear Riddle laughing that soft, bright laugh of his. It was rare that he heard it so unrestrained, but it was the type of laughter that would warm anyone’s heart upon hearing it.

Cater snapped a quick selfie.

Is that THE one and only @RiddleRose laughing? Colour me shocked! #SSRchara #CG #wow #omg #noWAY #totesasorbs What a cutie!

And post! He’ll have my head for this later, but it’s too good not to post!

Cater high-fived himself, as the group made their way to the hall of mirrors. Cater had a wardrobe and relationship disaster to fix STAT. And in such situations, that was when Cater was at his best.

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[nonbinary-bitch]

Ngl Fiona being Scottish is kinda funny to me cuz imagine:

A beautiful woman arrives to the manor, you come to greet her and the moment she opens her mouth all you hear is the most aggressive Scottish accent you could ever fucking imagine

I want to hear her curse someone out

[d00medya0i]

I want to hear her curse ME out - 😳

[rampomango-deactivated20250731]

Yuuta/Azul basically

God I wish yaoi was real

[d00medya0i]

No this is so real, you cooked on this -

[aeleurus]

Happy birthday Cater Diamond you will always be famous

(it's the only drawing I have of him so far🧍‍♀️)

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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle)

Chapter 4

Riddle has a nightmare and seeks out Floyd, so he can apologise.

Previous chapters can be found here!

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A/N

Sorry I'm late again gang, everything's been so hectic, maybe I should make this a fortnightly release instead. T_T

Well, I hope you enjoy Chapter 4!

Riddle sat curled up in the centre of a raging house fire. Smoke invaded his nose, and he doubled over, coughing violently. His lungs stung painfully and each breath felt as if he were inhaling and exhaling nails. He pressed his hand to his lips and felt something sticky and wet against his lips. When he pulled his hand away, his fingertips were coated with blood so dark it looked black as ink.

Riddle heard someone call out to him. He glanced up.

Now, he was in Heartslabyul’s hedge maze. Red paint was slowly dripping off the roses.

This will not do, this will not do, this will not do.

Crack.

An egg suddenly slammed into his skull. He placed a hand against his cheek, disbelievingly studying the clear liquid coating his fingers. His breath shuddered in and out of his lungs, jagged and uneven.

Suddenly, all manner of objects rained down on him. Books, china plates, tea cups, bottles of ink, alchemy ingredients. The physical pain he felt was nothing compared to the festering wound in the centre of Riddle’s chest, growing larger and larger, clawing at his insides like a dire beast.

Riddle released a furious scream, unleashing a pure wave of unbridled magic. He reached out with his mind and inflicted his will upon his surroundings, ripping up trees, and incinerating all in his path. There was not a single thing in all existence that should dare to defy him. He, who was the queen. He, who was always the strongest and most correct of all.

He rotated one of the ripped up trees around, turning it towards Ace, a wicked smile tearing his face in two.

What use were subjects who couldn’t obey their queen?

Ugly words tore from his lips, words full of fire and thorns, words that were his yet not his, words he heard as if they were yelled hoarsely on the other side of a raging fire.

Look how strong I am.

Mother will surely be proud of me now.

Surely, surely, surely.

I’m perfect perfect perfect perfect.

“Riddle, that’s enough!”

The tree he had hurled at Ace transformed into a flurry of cards, raining harmlessly down against Riddle’s enemies.

Riddle’s heart twisted painfully within his chest until it tore, and he released a furious scream. The one who was never supposed to betray him, the one who knew Riddle better than anyone, stood against him, defiantly brandishing his magic pen, features creased in grim concentration.

Traitor, traitor, traitor, traitor.

I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.

I HATE YOU I HATE YOU I HATE YOU.

I HATE ALL OF YOU!

“OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” Riddle screamed at the whole world.

Riddle awoke with a gasp, drenched in sweat and trembling violently. He ran his fingers fitfully over himself, blindly seeking the cuts and scrapes and bruises from when the students had pelted him with objects.

He had barely slept all night, rehearsing in his head over and over on how best to apologise to Floyd, what words he should use, how he should position his body, whether he should offer some form of gift as an apology, what manners would best fit his aims of offering an olive branch of friendship. Or at least, tolerance. Before Riddle had even realised, he had restlessly paced his way to 2am, at which point he forced himself to sleep while his head was buzzing and pounding.

Riddle checked the antique alarm clock on his bedside table. 4:30AM. He could feel a buzz of energy overpowering any of his residual sleepiness.

Releasing a sigh, Riddle resigned himself to wakefulness and threw back his sheets briskly. He marched into his ensuite bathroom, where he usually washed his face, showered and otherwise attended to his appearance.

Riddle surveyed his reflection glumly, noting how eye bags had embedded themselves into his skin after last night’s restlessness. Keeping a neat, clean appearance was just another aspect of the perfection his mother had ingrained into him from a young age.

Not falling asleep and waking up according to my usual schedule is a violation of mother’s rules.

It’s unforgivable.

Not perfect, not perfect, not perfect.

Riddle grimaced, and leaned forward until his forehead met the cool surface of the mirror. He exhaled, watching his breath fan out from his lips against the clear surface. His heart trembled in his chest, fragile as the glass he rested his head on.

Have you even learned your lesson?

It doesn’t have to be perfect.

Riddle grimaced weakly, his entire being rioting against the concept.

He straightened up again and squared his shoulders, once more assuming the visage of Heartslabyul Housewarden Riddle Rosehearts, the prodigious student who was first in every subject, the perfect son that any mother would be proud to have.

Except mine.

“Well, let’s get ready.”

He took a quick shower, dried himself off, changed into his school uniform, and studied his reflection carefully as he applied his usual moisturiser, foundation, concealer, and scarlet eyeliner. Next, he carefully styled his hair, applying just the perfect amount of product to keep his hair neat, taking special care with the strange heart shaped curls atop his head that he had inherited from his mother. Finally, he sprayed his usual cologne, which emitted a faint aroma of roses.

Now when he looked in the mirror, he appeared much more his usual self.

He stared intensely at his reflection, and tried on some different smiles, attempting to figure out which one made him seem more approachable and less threatening. He felt as though each expression he made looked more like a pained grimace and gave up, averting his eyes away from his reflection.

He glanced back up again, trying to decipher how Floyd would see him. It was much the same way Riddle usually dressed and did his makeup. Riddle glanced over at the dark red lipstick he only touched for special occasions. He felt his cheeks burning, and before he could question the sudden impulse any further, he carefully applied it and stowed the lipstick within his blazer pocket.

He leaned back.

Will Floyd think I look nice?

Cute?

Pretty?

Riddle internally slapped himself and shook away the ridiculous desire for Floyd to look at him and think anything at all.

I’m doing this to feel more well put together when I apologise to Floyd.

That’s all.

Riddle returned to his room and grabbed his belongings from his bedside table. With a flick of his wrist, he made his bed. On a normal morning, his book bag would also have flown from where he usually laid it out neatly on his desk. He closed his eyes and released a thin sigh through his nose.

“Let’s go.”

Riddle quickly ate breakfast and decided he might as well go to the library. He didn’t have his book bag with his books or his notes from yesterday, but he could still locate some books he might find useful for his afternoon study session.

As soon as he entered the library and the scent of old books filled his nose, he felt a wave of calm rush over him. He paced his way slowly through the shelves, losing himself completely amongst the words leaping out at him. He removed one of his school uniform gloves and traced his fingers slowly along the weathered spines, enjoying the varied textures under his fingertips. Riddle paced through those bookshelves, occasionally pulling out a volume that piqued his interest.

He felt a wave of calm wash over him, as his entire being melted into fragile, yellowing pages.

“Eek!”

Riddle was jerked out of his reverie. He met the gaze of a pair of baleful gold eyes surrounded by a tangle of wild, fiery blue hair. Riddle swiftly slipped back on the glove he had taken off.

“Ack! It’s an unexpected Riddle character event! What flags did I trip for this to happen? I didn’t think anyone else would be here so early,” Idia mumbled, crinkling his nose.

“Nice to see you too, Idia, it’s been a while,” Riddle replied dryly, “I fancied a morning stroll through the library. What brings you here?” Riddle cocked his head on one side and walked closer to Idia.

Idia shuffled back a few steps, studying Riddle nervously with his shoulders hunched up around his neck and his hands held stiffly in front of him. He gestured slightly, bringing up his tablet.

As the tablet spoke for him, Idia slowly relaxed his stiff stance.

“This is the usual time I come to the library for any books I need. It’s the time of day with the lowest NPC traffic.”

Riddle frowned and crossed his arms.

“Just make sure you get enough sleep. Sleep deprivation does not benefit your studies well,” Riddle said.

Idia sniggered, and a crooked grin spread across his face, revealing his unexpectedly long, sharp teeth.

“I know another insomniac when I see one,” he replied.

Riddle sighed, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“I am aware this is outside of my usual schedule. You attend to your studies, and I’ll attend to mine,” Riddle replied stiffly.

“Riddle Rosehearts isn’t so perfect, after all. You’re down on the level of us regular mortals, now. Wonder who, or what, nerfed you?” Idia sneered, his eyes glistening with mirth over his tablet.

Everyone in this place truly delights in the misery of others.

Riddle felt the blood rush to his head, his heart pounded violently, and he grit his teeth. Then, Floyd’s hurt expression flashed before his eyes, the usual mischievous glint in his eyes flickering out. Riddle closed his eyes for a moment, composing himself. He opened his eyes once more and met Idia’s gaze with as much composure as he could muster.

“If you have nothing more to say to me, I’ll be on my way,” Riddle said.

Idia blinked, eyes widening with surprise. Then, he glanced away, frowning glumly.

“Whatever. Just take the L man, I’m outta here,” Idia mumbled, shuffling away from Riddle and retreating further into the library.

“Until next time, I suppose,” Riddle murmured.

Riddle checked his watch. He’d wandered the shelves far longer than he had realised.

It was a somewhat reasonable to arrive at class an hour early, right?

Riddle walked briskly to the history of magic classroom, the even clip of his heels echoing emptily within the deserted school halls.

Riddle leaned his arms against the stone bordering the courtyard near the History of Magic classroom. He stared up at the slowly reddening sky and his mind drifted up amongst the clouds. It was rare that he allowed himself such idleness. He felt his phone buzz in his pocket. Briefly, he thought it must be Floyd, even though they had never exchanged numbers or Magicam Accounts. His heart swelled with an embarrassing hope and warmth.

When he opened his lock screen, he saw it was a message from his Mother and his heart sank into the pit of his stomach. His insides roiled with a sudden, nauseating surge of anxiety. As if she had somehow known about Riddle’s interaction with Floyd, it read:

Hello, Riddle. I hope you are getting along well with your studies. Do you remember that lovely young lady, Charlotte Clockwork? Her family has expressed interest in the two of you meeting. You made a most favourable impression on her and her family. Here are her details, so you can reach out to her, when you have time. She is attending Nightraven’s Sister Academy, Daylarke, as I’m sure you’re well aware. Keep me updated. Love, Mother.

He leaned over the cobblestone wall, staring down at the bright green grass blankly.

Naturally, he remembered Isabelle. The Clockworks, like the Rosehearts, were a prestigious family of highly adept mages. Since Riddle was almost of age, his mother had taken renewed interest in his romantic exploits, seeking at every opportunity to match him up with a young lady from a prestigious family.

Because that turned out so well for you and Dad.

Charlotte was a lovely, bright young woman. Much like Riddle, she was a diligent high-achiever, being first in her grade and Prefect of her own dorm. He supposed, if he thought about it, she was objectively very pretty, with long blonde hair, clear blue eyes, a delicate doll figure, and refined fashion taste. Yet, he had felt nothing looking at her.

He had felt the same admiration and respect anyone would feel for a high-achieving academic peer who wasn’t Azul Ashengrotto. However, he had no romantic interest in her or any other girl that his mother had ever introduced him to.

He huffed out a sigh. He knew he couldn’t leave the message unanswered too long, as it would just lead to his mother calling him. Since his Overblot, he had received multiple messages and calls from her, as she tried to reinstate her control over him once more.

Hello Mother, I hope you have been well. I would be delighted to meet Charlotte again. I will reach out to her to discuss a suitable time. I have class starting soon, so after I have finished my studies for the day, I will reach out to her. Thank you for providing her contact details. One of my classmates wishes to speak to me now - A lie - So, I’ll speak to you later. Love, Riddle.

He sent the message and breathed a shaky sigh of relief, then turned his phone off. He went back to staring glumly at the scenery before him. Where he had enjoyed it earlier, now he felt faintly ill, and wished to return to bed.

Riddle suddenly felt someone tap him on the shoulder. He released a sharp cry and whipped around, magic pen in hand.

He blinked rapidly. Jade stood before him, his usual unreadable pleasant smile touching his lips. Riddle stowed his magic pen in one fluid motion.

“Good morning, Riddle,” Jade said, placing a gloved hand against his chest and inclining his head slightly.

“Jade, good morning,” Riddle replied, studying Jade carefully for a moment, before proceeding, “Would you happen to know where Floyd is? He should be attending class this morning.”

Jade narrowed his eyes, something cold slipping into his gaze, as his smile widened predatorily.

“I’m afraid Floyd won’t be attending class today, he’s feeling a bit under the weather. Someone gave him the impression that Housewarden Rosehearts was seemingly unable to see why anyone would wish to speak to my brother. I can’t begin to imagine who would say something so cruel to my darling brother.”

Riddle flinched.

Jade seemed to delight in his discomfort. His eyes gleamed menacingly, a shark scenting blood. He pressed on. “This rather upset him. For r you see, my brother is a rather emotional, sensitive, taciturn soul. Just as he is typically in wonderfully high spirits, he is also prone to fits of darkest humour and melancholy. As such, he bid me return this to you,” Jade said, holding out Riddle’s bookbag.

Riddle took it slowly, studying Jade’s bearing carefully. While Jade’s tone had remained smooth and even as ever, there was a faint hint of a threat gleaming in his eyes and smile.

Oh.

Of course Floyd would hate me after how I acted.

Anyone would.

Why would anyone wish to interact with someone as difficult as me?

“Thank you, Jade.” Riddle paused, glancing away nervously. He chewed on his lower lip.

The sickness roiling in his stomach intensified, and even though he had skipped breakfast, he felt he could throw up at any moment.

“Also … extend my apologies. I would have preferred to apologise in person, but … I understand if he no longer wishes to speak to me. I was uncharitable, to say the least,” Riddle rushed out, hugging his book bag to his chest, flimsily shielding himself. He glanced up at Jade hesitantly.

Surprise flickered across Jade’s features, before he schooled his features into its usual inscrutable mask.

“Well, thank you. I will make sure to pass those sentiments onto Floyd.”

Riddle nodded.

Jade walked away with steady, measured steps. However, Riddle was barely aware of it. He stared blankly at the ground, a strange buzz filling his ears.

The bubble of anxiety, and self-loathing, and uncertainty, and nerves, and hesitant hope that had been building within him burst suddenly, leaving a crushing emptiness behind it. If a few hours before had been brilliant reds and blues and the smell of books and early mornings, then now it was all greys and white noise and rain and his mother’s lectures.

Riddle felt as if he were sat back home, looking blankly out a rainy window at an outside world he could never truly be a part of, wondering if he would ever see Trey and Che'nya again, wondering if his mother and his friends hated him for being imperfect, feeling that they all surely did.

Riddle exhaled those feelings slowly, tracing the carefully embossed rose on his book bag. It had been a gift from his mother, before he set off to Night Raven College. She’d kissed him on the forehead and smiled down at him. When she was pleased with Riddle, her smiles positively lit him up from within, making him feel as if he could do anything.

However, her scowls and her screams made him want to shrivel up and die. He would settle into a comforting grey numbness whenever she started screaming at him, seeking solace in a quiet nothingness, where no pain could reach him.

“I know you’ll make me proud.” She had said, smiling, kissing him on the forehead, and pushing the book bag into his arms.

“Yes, Mother.”

Riddle completed the rest of his day on autopilot. Even Riddle on autopilot shone far above everyone else. Always more correct, precise and perfect than anyone, just as he was raised to be.

The only conscious decision Riddle made that day was marching briskly to the school bathroom and removing the dark lipstick he had applied that morning, staring at his reflection through a dull haze, as if he were staring at a stranger. A/N

Don't mind the cringe ass OC sister school, I'M COOKING A PLOT UP LOLOL.

Anyway, look forward to Chapter 5! I'll have it up in the next two weeks. <<<<Omfg this aged poorly, I’m so sorry. 😭😭😭

Next Chapter:

https://www.tumblr.com/d00medya0i/789181685347614720/kiss-the-goldfishie-floriddle

[nightwonder7]

Help him touch some grass

[iloveurandommeme]

What If...

Identity V collab with Twisted Wonderland?

This is just a random Idea that came into my mind since lately I've been busy to grind frags in IDV. Also NetEase keep choking Players with collabs here and there smh. But what do you guys think?

I think Riddle also would fit to be Lawyer, but.. Yeah-

The Tweels as Wu Chang! Because they're tall and so fitting to be a hunter, in my opinion.

Here is a little scenario with their match together 🐧

Riddle totally would make a good kiter 😂

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RARR THIS IS SO PRECIOUSZ

[furynighty]

Just trying to visualize what hunter Melly looks like

[d00medya0i]

This is actually so cool, I’m obsessed. I can’t wait until we get hunter Melly. 🫨

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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle)

Chapter 3

Floyd, left alone in the library is contemplating how Riddle feels about him. He fears it is hatred.

If you’re after previous chapters, here’s the master post with all of them!

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A/N

AHH uni and various other things have been ruining my life. So sorry for the delay in posting the next chapter. I hope you all enjoy! I’ve also made two tags for ppl to follow, so they can keep track of whenever I update the fic! The tags are #kiss the goldfishie abs #d00med yaoi fics

Anyway, let’s get into it. 🫡

Floyd lay sprawled across the library desk in a despondent stupor. Just as suddenly as he’d been overwhelmed by joy so buoyant he felt he was floating with Riddle present, he now felt a cloying, suffocating heaviness, as if all the ocean’s water were pressing down upon him. He could have just left, but his heart wasn’t really into getting up and moving just yet.

Riddle’s furious face flashed across his eyes. As angry as he had been, Floyd still couldn’t help but find his red flushed face strangely adorable.

He also recalled the way Riddle had glanced up at him through his long dark lashes, his gorgeous silver eyes blinking up at him, and his red lips parting gently. Floyd kept replaying the way Riddle had stammered protests at him, utterly flustered by Floyd’s physical contact. Then, there has been the moment when he had leaned against Floyd, and his eyes expression had softened ever so slightly, before he barked at Floyd to get off of him.

Floyd couldn’t believe how smitten he was with Riddle. Just thinking of him filled his heart with a strange giddy warmth that brought a smile to his face.

But he hates me.

“At least Jade knows when to hold his tongue and can conduct himself with proper decorum. I would choose to talk to him any day over you.”

Floyd sighed, the smile melting off his face in an instant, as he pressed his face against the desk, deflating like a popped balloon.

“Just look my way, for once,” Floyd mumbled, his heart twisting painfully in his chest, “Not at Jade, not at anyone else. Just … at me … only at me. I’m always looking only at you.”

Floyd traced the rose embossed into the leather of Riddle’s book bag, releasing a long, weary sigh. He dragged Riddle’s belongings closer towards him.

Who would want to talk with you? You who just came to so obviously sniff out my weaknesses and make fun of me. I won’t allow it, and I won’t forgive it.

“Right … '' Floyd mumbled, closing his eyes, “I should just give up … Goldfishie clearly … “

Hates me.

Floyd grimaced, his heart shriveling up in his chest until nothing was left. He wanted nothing more than to curl up in a ball in Octavinelle, or go for a long swim in the Coral Sea. He felt like disappearing for months. He felt like never coming up on land again.

“Goldfishie doesn’t wanna see me right now,” Floyd told Riddle’s book bag, frowning moodily.

“Doesn’t wanna see me, so might as well have some fun with his shit,” Floyd giggled.

He carefully opened Riddle’s book bag and pulled out his meticulous notes, sifting through them, whistling merrily, attempting to distract himself from the cloying, heavy gloom that had settled on his chest. Floyd removed his magic pen from his blazer’s breast pocket and began doodling aimlessly on Riddle’s notes.

He drew a moray and a goldfish happily swimming alongside each other with wonky little hearts floating around them. He flipped to a new page and started scribbling a small drawing of Riddle, complete with his heart hair loopies and little crown. He drew him with a small smile, remembering the first time he saw Riddle smile.

It had been during lunch in the dining hall, back when Floyd was a first year at Night Raven College. Floyd had been looking around aimlessly, wallowing in his own boredom, when he caught sight of the always prim and proper Housewarden of Heartslabyul, walking with his Vice Housewarden, Trey. When Riddle turned and smiled at something Trey had said, Floyd felt as if an arrow had been shot straight through his heart.

Beautiful, beautiful, beautiful.

“Jade, I think I’m in love,” Floyd whispered to his twin conspiratorially, resting his head dreamily on his hand.

Jade followed Floyd’s gaze to Riddle.

“Oh dearie me. Floyd, no. Absolutely not,” Jade said, shaking his head.

“Floyd, yes. Absolutely yes,” Floyd shot back, giggling maniacally. He grabbed his twin by the shoulders and started shaking him back and forth. “Isn’t he just totes adorbs? Like a lil red Goldfish. I just wanna give him a squeeze.” Floyd wrapped his arms around himself, grinning and blushing.

“Respectfully, Floyd, that boy’s got flags as red as his hair. And don’t even get me started on his mother issues,” Azul chipped in, seating himself next to Floyd.

“You and Jade are so boorinngg,” Floyd whined, “I’m gonna go talk to him.”

“NO,” they both burst out at once.

“Hey look, it’s a lil Goldfishiieee,” Floyd called out,

jumping over the table, he ran over to Riddle and wrapped his arms around him.

The smaller boy let out a squawk.

“Unhand me at once, you oaf! Or it’s off with your head!” Riddle screeched, flailing about in Floyd’s arms.

Floyd giggled cheerfully, delighting in his own mischief. He gave Riddle one more squeeze, then released him. Riddle staggered into Trey grabbing onto his arm. His lovely silver eyes were wide and nervous. He looked Floyd up and down, his cheeks flushing a delightful shade of red, as he seemed to struggle internally between embarrassment and anger.

He didn’t struggle for long.

“Off With Your Head” he yelled.

One of his signature collars clamped around Floyd’s neck. The metal dug harshly into Floyd’s throat, yet he was so thrilled by the novelty of it all that he hardly cared.

Floyd cackled delightedly.

“Woah, Goldfishie, your signature magic’s the real deal. I can’t use magic at all. You a genius or somethin?”

Floyd could have used his signature spell to attempt to deflect it, but this was far more fun. He pulled out his magic pen and waved it around, laughing.

Riddle scowled at him.

“That’s the point,” Riddle replied, “If you apologise and promise to never do that again, I’ll remove it.”

Floyd considered this for a moment, gripping his chin in mock thought.

“Nah, I think I’m good,” Floyd replied.

Riddle blinked rapidly and his lips parted slightly.

“What?”

“You heard me. I’m good. Remove it when ya feel like it,” Floyd said, with a shrug.

“What if I never feel like it?”

“Then, I’ll just always be on ya mind then,” Floyd replied with a wink, grinning crookedly.

Riddle made a disgusted face, his elegant nose crinkling into an adorable sneer.

“You’re ridiculous,” Riddle said.

“Sure am,” Floyd replied, smiling brightly.

Riddle turned on his heel, glaring at Floyd over his shoulder.

“Let’s go, Trey. We’re running behind schedule,” Riddle tugged on Trey’s sleeve and Floyd felt a violent surge of jealousy. It roiled in his stomach, noxious, poisonous, oily.

The smile slipped off Floyd’s face in an instant, and he skulked back to Azul and Jade, who both had their hands clapped over their mouths, stifling their laughter.

“That was amazing. I could charge a fortune for tickets to a good show like that.” Azul wheezed.

“Indeed, you’re quite right, Azul. I’ve never seen anyone shot down that fast before. It was quite a sight to behold,” Jade replied.

“Shut it, you two,” Floyd grumbled.

“I got all that on tape,” Cater piped up, suddenly leaning over Jade and Azul to show them.

The three of them sniggered together.

“Aren’t you gonna try and force me to delete this? It’s tootally #cringe,” Cater teased.

Floyd rolled his eyes.

“Nah, keep it. I’ll get you back for it one day,” Floyd replied, sniggering ominously and cracking his knuckles.

“Alriiight, and with that Cay Cay’s gonna slay slay away from here.” Cater darted away, racing after Riddle and Trey.

Floyd sighed wearily, smiling fondly at that first encounter. Strangely, his feelings hadn’t faded, as he had half-expected them to. If anything, they’d gotten stronger.

Floyd gazed down at the small drawing he’d made of him and Riddle holding hands, with cute smiling faces.

“I wish we could be friends, at least,” Floyd murmured, gazing at his drawing despondently.

Floyd gathered up Riddle’s things into his arms with a sigh. He laboured to his feet and meandered through dim, elegant corridors. His feet dragged, weighted by the melancholy pooling in his stomach and gnawing at his heart. In this manner, he slowly retreating back to Octavinelle, utterly defeated. His finger returned to absentmindedly tracing the rose embossed into the leather of Riddle’s book bag. He thought of the occasional rare smile Riddle would let slip, and his cheeks warmed slightly. Yet, his heart drifted deeper into darkness compressed by layers of inky black water , thinking of how Riddle surely hated him.

I wish I could make him smile like that one day.

A special smile, just for me.

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A/N

Tysm for waiting for this chapter!! Chapter 4 is up now!

Chapter 4

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[d00medya0i]

For Twsties who can’t read Japanese, Mama Leech picked all the boys’ outfits for them based off of Floyd’s sea creature nicknames.

That means, Riddle has a special goldfishie outfit for Floyd now. 🥰

(It also means the mc has an outfit inspired by a shrimp, as Grim points out. 🤣🤣🤣)

Artists out there, I’m begging you to make a yuusona shrimp suit for the new event LOLOL. 🤣

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He’s so mindful and demure with his lil basket. 🥰

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How Skully stares at Sebek before kissing him.

I made this skull man meme during the nightmare event last year. 🤣

👁️👄👁️

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Mama's handbag is filled with secrets.

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MISS I AM TOO IN LOVE

[bluejeyy]

Just finished this, and MAN it took forever

Hope all the scarabia fans are satisfied ^^

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AHH THIS IS GORGEOUS OMFG????

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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle)

Chapter 2

~Riddle is infuriated with Floyd and receives some advice from an unexpected source~

A/N

Welcome to Chapter 2! If you’re looking for Chapter 1, you can find it here!

Chapter 1:

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With that out of the way, let’s get into it!

Riddle barely registered his walk back to the dorm, his head and heart a snarl of tangled emotions. He very nearly rammed into some other students, as he marched briskly towards the Hall of Mirrors.

He missed the fearful looks they shot him.

Riddle continued fiddling with his uniform, anxiously straightening and rearranging his blazer, his crimson waistcoat, the bow tied around his neck, his Heartslabyul armband. He brushed invisible lint off the sleeves of his blazer, over and over again.

He was so tall.

So surprisingly warm and gentle when he embraced me.

There’s something oddly mesmerising about his eyes.

And yet …

Riddle’s vision blurred slightly with tears, and he swiped them away angrily, biting his lip firmly to regain his composure.

He doesn’t see me as anything aside from a source of entertainment.

The things he says only hurt me.

Why do I care?

When he returned to the Heartslabyul dorms, he removed his magic pen from his pocket, and flicked it briskly, changing into his regal dorm uniform with a flourish. His magic pen smoothly morphed into his Queen of Hearts sceptre. Riddle stormed ahead, grumbling under his breath, thoughts still full of Floyd.

Riddle worried at his lower lip, pacing back and forth in the dorm’s lounge area, barely registering any of the other students watching him with nervous, fearful eyes.

“Housewarden, how’s it going?”

Riddle jerked to a halt suddenly. He straightened his posture and immediately snapped to attention, focusing his gaze on who had addressed him. He frantically readjusted his uniform with trembling hands, making sure each elaborate piece was firmly in its rightful place and that there wasn’t a single visible crease.

Riddle met the gaze of Ace Trappola, who had his usual carefree grin plastered over his face. However, on noticing Riddle’s trembling hands, a concerned frown creased his forehead. He leaned in to whisper in Riddle’s ear, placing a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey man, you alright? You’re scaring the other students a bit. Heard you’ve just been pacing back and forth here for the past ten minutes,” Ace murmured.

Riddle blinked and a small surprised noise escaped his lips.

“I … apologise for any undue concern I caused you all. Please, continue about your business as usual. I was simply preoccupied with some personal dilemma,” Riddle announced, enunciating each word clearly, to make sure he was understood.

“I will now retire to my room, however, should you have any concern, do not hesitate to come seek my counsel. I will be glad to provide my assistance to the best of my ability,” Riddle added, glancing around at his concerned dorm students.

With Riddle’s words, the tension in their postures and fear in their eyes dissipated. Slightly.

That fear.

I’ve seen it before.

Last week, right before I -

No, it’s okay now.

I’ll do better.

I’m doing better.

I’ll be better.

I’ll be more fair to them.

I don’t want to hurt them ever again.

Still, Riddle couldn’t help the way his heart twisted painfully in his chest. He inhaled and exhaled shakily, fighting for calm. Since his Overblot, his emotions were completely and utterly all over the place, fluctuating from a lightness he’d never felt before, to even darker depths of guilt and frustration at himself, for how he had treated them, for how he couldn’t seem to change or keep a tighter control over his temper.

Not perfect not perfect not perfect not perfect.

Riddle glanced over at Ace, who was still studying him carefully. Riddle stilled his nervously fluttering hands and planted them firmly atop his sceptre.

“Ace, come with me,” Riddle said. He paused for a moment, before adding, “Please, if you would. If … there’s nothing else particularly pressing.”

“Sure man, I just hope I’m not in trouble again,” Ace replied, laughing nervously.

Riddle didn’t respond. He simply turned on his heel, and Ace followed after him, tailing him to Riddle’s room. Riddle shut the door behind them, and stood facing away from Ace, his heart pounding violently in his ears as he attempted to get his thoughts in order. It wouldn’t do for the Housewarden of Heartslabyul to express himself in an undignified fashion.

“What’s up?” Ace asked.

“Well … I know you’re all currently keeping an eye on me. As well as all the other teachers. Thank you, first. For caring. I think. Even if it’s simply for the sake of your own self-preservation, I still extend my gratitude towards you,” Riddle said, standing with his back turned to Ace, readjusting the flower on his uniform, and then proceeding to smooth his already firmly pressed bed sheets.

“This isn’t really like you. But, you’re welcome, I s’pose,” Ace replied. Riddle could hear the note of uncertainty and nervousness in his voice.

“I have a favour to ask of you,” Riddle said, turning abruptly to face Ace.

“Sure, shoot,” Ace replied, raising an eyebrow at Riddle.

“Well … I mean, you did this before. But … thank you for what you did back there. When I … get lost inside my own head, I become blind to the feelings of others. So, if you see me getting like that again, snap me out of it. Please,” Riddle asked.

Ace blinked, stunned.

“You’re asking me to … call you out on your bullshit … as a favour?”

Riddle frowned and pursed his lips.

“Just when … I’m being unreasonable,” Riddle clarified.

Ace sniggered and he grinned mischievously.

“What if I think you’re always being unreasonable?”

“Don’t be deliberately obtuse, you know what I mean,” Riddle snapped.

“Yeah, I get you. Was just messing with ya a bit. It’s what friends do,” Ace replied, grinning.

“Friends?” Riddle replied, eyes widening. His heart swelled with an embarrassing amount of joy and he felt his cheeks flush with colour. He cleared his throat nervously, “Well, alright then. If this is the sort of behaviour “friends” engage in, then I’ll allow it.”

Ace laughed easily and looped his hands behind his neck.

“Whatever you say, Housewarden sir.”

Riddle couldn’t help his own small smile in return.

Riddle blinked suddenly, thinking back on his prior interaction with Floyd.

“Hey Ace … how can you tell if someone’s messing with you … or if they’re just being cruel?” Riddle asked.

Ace stared at Riddle for a long moment.

“I dunno, man. It’s kinda just … a vibe?” Ace laughed a little.

“That … doesn’t really help … “ Riddle grumbled, “Is there really no formula or handbook or step by step guide for this stuff? Interacting with others is complicated enough to justify publishing something of that nature.”

“There isn’t really, Housewarden sir.” Ace grinned, seeming to bite back a snigger. Riddle frowned, but decided to let it pass.

Ace suddenly stared at Riddle, studying him carefully. For someone with subpar grades, Ace could sometimes be surprisingly perceptive.

“Someone specific you’re wondering about?” Ace asked, “If I know ‘em, maybe I can help you out.”

“Floyd Leech, from my year,” Riddle asked, “Do you know him?”

“Sure do, he’s in the basketball club. He’s always messing with people,” Ace replied with a shrug, “It’s just the way he is. I wouldn’t take it too seriously, he’s just got a quirky sense of humour. He can be pretty fun to hang out with, though he’s definitely your polar opposite.”

“Is that how … he expresses his friendship?” Riddle asked.

“I guess?” Ace replied, frowning and scratching the back of his head, “He’s a pretty tricky dude to get a read on. What I will say, though, l was surprised how worried he looked after he heard about —“ Riddle flinched “—what happened. He skipped basketball more than usual. I heard it was coz he was sat at your bedside in the infirmary for ages, leaving just before you woke up. Not even Azul or Jade could get him to budge.”

Riddle felt a rush of sharp surprise, then. His heart sank. He stared blankly at the ground. A heavy feeling of shame settled on his chest.

Floyd … did actually care … in his own weird way?

Riddle’s heart twisted in his chest and he felt a fiery wave of self-loathing and frustration surge through him.

I promised myself I would be better, but I’ve gone and done it again.

Why can’t I interact with others normally?

Not perfect not perfect not perfect not perfect.

“Oh … “ Riddle trailed off, nervously, “Well, I might have … no … I did … I told him off too harshly. He interrupted me doing my homework, and I lost my temper with him. If that’s simply the way he interacts with others then … ahh … oh no … “

“Well, I’m sure he didn’t take it too personally. Most things slide right off him, so I wouldn’t worry too much,” Ace reassured Riddle, watching him with concern.

“Right …” Riddle murmured, trailing off, attempting to school his expression into a calm mask.

“Yeah,” Ace said.

Riddle needed some time to himself, to regain his composure.

“Well, thank you, in any case. I will now return to my studies,” Riddle said, “You may go now.”

Ace nodded.

“Catcha later!”

“Goodnight,” Riddle said.

Ace left Riddle’s room, closing the door carefully behind him.

Riddle reached for where he usually slung his book bag across his shoulder.

It was gone.

Panic immediately seized him and he ran his hands through his hair, pulling on it tightly.

Fuck.

I left it with Floyd.

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Chapter 3

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Chapter 2 of Kiss the Goldfishie - a FloRiddle fic - is scheduled for Monday, so get keen!!

If you want to catch up on Chapter 1 first, here it is. 🫣

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(I’m so mentally stable over these two)

ALSO DON’T MIND THE RIDOACE PFP, ISTG THIS FIC IS FLORID. 🤣