cw: none, fluff, maybe crack/ragebaiting riddle a little, unestablished relationship/platonic or romantic, gn! reader.
notes: im discovering this game and fandom so late and that makes me a bit sad (i didn't get to see the crazy 2020 phase). continuation of this ramble.
Riddle's face was redder than his uniform as he stared at you from across the lunch table. Grim covered his mouth beside you, as your shoulders trembled with barely-maintained composure. You swallowed thickly as your fingers tightened around the soft bun of your sandw---
"A hamburger."
Your eyebrows felt like they were about to rise so high they would go into the stratosphere from how much you were struggling to keep a straight face. You didn't respond to Riddle's hiss, squeezing your eyes shut as you tried to collect yourself to respond.
You knew exactly what you were doing on this wonderful Tuesday. The ramblings of Riddle still echoed in your mind: "Rule 186. Never eat a hamburger on Tuesday." So, obviously, one must eat a sandwich, right?
"I--" You wheezed out a poorly hidden laugh, "it's a sandwich."
"I don't remember sandwiches having thick patties." Riddle replied firmly, hand wrapped in a fist around his fork like a barbaric child. Grim watched in horror at your exchange, his paws already protectively cupping his neck. You purse your lips once more, jaw stinging with the urge to laugh as you shook you head,
"You sound like an utter fool." He scoffs, turning back to his own lunch, his fork jabbing the unfortunate chicken that was on his plate. You slowly turned to face him, turning away quickly when you realized his grey eyes were no less mercilessly glaring at you. You shakily lifted the burger sandwich to your lips, fighting the bubbling urge to laugh. You couldn't even open your mouth, Ace, Deuce, and Grim all watching as you fought for your life to not laugh.
"Well, maybe my sandwich does have a thick patty." His eyes drove into you like daggers. You pursed your lips and looked back down at your plate, feeling his gaze burn into the side of your head. Ace and Deuce were in no better condition; Ace's eyes practically bulging out of his head with the urge to laugh, Deuce's face scrunched with fear, already ready to run.
The moment went on for perhaps too long, your mouth finally opening enough to take a nibble of your 'sandwich'. Riddle watched, his hand twitching with the instinct to grab his pen. Yet he held back, the memory of his overblot, of everything that was told to him that day, he fought back against his instinct.
Finally, a slow, measured breath escaped his lips, his eyes fluttering closed, "You shouldn't repeat this, Prefect." Riddle knew he was weak, he could only imagine what his mother would have said, yet, seeing you smile, your laugh slowly forcing itself out, made his own lips twitch up.
"Well, don't mind if I do!" Grim grinned, gorging down the hamburger that he had previously left untouched in fear. Ace and Deuce began to tease him, who then spit fire causing them both to squeal. Riddle watched, the lunch table that was once silence with the pressure of obedience now loud with laughter and mild chaos.
His eyes softened, his gaze settling on your familiar face once again. Riddle was infinitely grateful, unable to find words to describe how his heart warmed. His lips curved and he let out a chuckle, shaking his head with playful acceptance.
In less than 3 days, Phil has been abducted by aliens, held captive by the government, got abandoned by a friend, got shot at, traveled through an interdimensional portal, faced off against evil threatening the earth, and was forced to crash into earth and abandon the only kind alien out of the bunch as he sacrificed himself for the greater good.
