#rosehearts

[belzukata45]

Here’s another DTIYS of the AU @plushieray2. I kind of wanted to have my twst oc interacting with him for this scene I made.

[astro-stars]

For a Riddle oneshot how about a yuu that is allergic to flowers? Like every time they go near any flowers they sneeze but they just love the rose gardens

did i make this too nonplatonic😔

The rose gardens of Night Raven College had always been Yuu’s favorite place, a contradiction that made absolutely no sense to anyone but them.

Even on the most pollen-heavy days, when their nose was already tingling and their eyes watered just stepping past the wrought-iron gate, they couldn’t resist wandering down the winding paths lined with sculpted hedges and impossibly perfect blooms. The scent was thick, sweet and heady, clinging to the air like a perfume the wind refused to carry away.

Riddle Rosehearts had warned them countless times not to push their luck. “Yuu, if you insist on visiting the gardens, at least wear a mask,” he’d said that morning, arms folded, voice carrying that crisp precision that made every word sound like law.

Yuu had promised,,, but the mask was forgotten somewhere in their dorm room, and now they stood among the roses, already sniffling. Their nose twitched. “Hh’ktschh!” The sneeze came so violently that a startled robin flew off a nearby branch.

“Bless you,” came Riddle’s voice, clear and exasperated.

Yuu flinched though not from his tone, but from the fact that he’d appeared silently behind them. His uniform looked freshly pressed, not a single thread out of place. His red hair caught the sunlight, glowing like a flame, and his expression hovered between irritation and concern.

“You forgot the mask again,” he said, not even phrasing it as a question.

Yuu rubbed their nose sheepishly. “I didn’t forget, I just-uh-wanted to smell the roses?”

Riddle’s sigh was quiet but pointed. “Yuu, you’re allergic. You can’t keep doing this to yourself.”

“But they’re pretty,” Yuu argued, voice slightly muffled as they sneezed again. “And it’s-hh’itsschhh!- worth it.”

Riddle stepped closer, the sharp scent of roses mixing with the faint, clean smell of the tea he favored. He reached into his pocket, producing a neatly folded handkerchief, embroidered with tiny hearts and a rose motif at the corner, and held it out. “At least use this. You’re a mess.”

Yuu took it with a soft, watery laugh. “You always carry one of these?”

“Of course,” Riddle said simply. “One must be prepared for untidy circumstances.” He hesitated, eyes flicking to their reddened nose, the slight puffiness in their cheeks. “Though I didn’t think I’d need it for this particular reason.”

Yuu blew their nose and mumbled, “Sorry.”

Riddle frowned. “You needn’t apologize for something you can’t help.” He gestured for them to follow, leading them toward a shaded bench near the fountain. “Sit. You’re flushed.”

The marble of the bench was cool, a welcome contrast to the warmth spreading through Yuu’s face. Riddle stood beside them, arms crossed, clearly battling between lecturing them and fussing.

“I just wanted to see them up close,” Yuu said softly, tracing the edge of the bench. “You take such good care of them. It’s like.. watching you here is peaceful.”

Riddle blinked, caught off guard. His composure faltered for half a second, a rare crack in his perfectly controlled exterior. “You… enjoy watching me tend to the roses?”

Yuu nodded, rubbing their nose again. “Yeah. You look- well, happy here. Softer. I like that.”

He stared at them for a long moment before looking away, the tips of his ears turning pink. “You shouldn’t say things like that so casually,” he muttered. “It’s, disarming.”

They grinned, teasing. “You mean I flustered you?”

“I am not flustered,” Riddle said, perhaps a little too quickly. But when Yuu laughed, light and unguarded, he didn’t correct them again. Instead, he knelt in front of one of the nearest rose bushes, his gloved fingers brushing delicately against a crimson bloom.

“Do you know,” he said after a pause, “these roses are hybrids of two rare strains? One for color, one for resilience. They require daily care. precise trimming, perfect watering times. Neglect even once, and they’ll suffer for it.”

Yuu leaned forward despite themselves, trying to listen through the haze of congestion. “So… you’re saying they’re dramatic?”

Riddle blinked. “I- well, I wouldn’t phrase it that way, but-”

“They sound like me,” Yuu said, smiling faintly. “High maintenance but cute.”

Riddle’s mouth twitched, half an exasperated sigh but also half a smile he refused to let form. “You’re impossible.”

“I know.”

Another sneeze hit them mid-laugh, and Riddle instinctively placed a hand on their shoulder, steadying them. His grip was surprisingly gentle. When Yuu opened their eyes again, Riddle’s gaze lingered on their face, on the mess of tears and sniffles and soft defiance that kept them there despite the allergy.

“You really love these gardens,” he said quietly.

“I really love seeing you in them,” Yuu admitted before they could stop themselves. The words hung between them, sunlight filtering through the leaves, painting dappled gold across Riddle’s face.

He went still. The breeze caught the hem of his cape, stirring it slightly. When he finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost hesitant. “You should take care of yourself first, Yuu. I- well I care about that. Deeply.”

Yuu smiled weakly, another sneeze cutting through their answer, and Riddle gave a breathy laugh, something genuine, fleeting, but real. He shook his head and reached for a pair of gloves from his pocket.

“If you insist on being here,” he said, “then we’ll do this properly. I’ll trim the roses, and you can watch from over there. That’s far enough to keep you from sneezing every two seconds.”

Yuu tilted their head, pouting. “What if I want to help?”

“Then you’ll wear this,” he said, producing a medical mask from his coat pocket like he’d been waiting for this moment all along.

Yuu blinked. “You carry those too?”

Riddle looked faintly smug. “One must always be prepared.”

With mock solemnity, Yuu took the mask, slipping it on as Riddle began to tend to the nearest rosebush. The rhythmic snip of scissors, the soft rustle of petals falling. it all blurred into a quiet peace between them.

Every so often, Riddle would glance up to make sure Yuu was still breathing evenly, that their eyes weren’t watering too badly. Each time, Yuu met his gaze with a smile, tired, stuffy, but content.

The roses swayed gently behind him, crimson and gold under the afternoon light.

And though Yuu’s nose still tingled and their voice came out congested, when they said softly, “This is my favorite place,” Riddle only replied, in that calm, precise tone that couldn’t quite hide the warmth behind it;

“I know.”

i tried something knew her, style wise, plz lemma know if it sucks.

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[doripudding]

Next one, let's gooooooo

[hxney-lemcn]

Roses and Thorns — Riddle Rosehearts x gn! reader

summary: you had an affinity for teasing Riddle Rosehearts, others thought you had an affinity for death.

tw: none.

a/n: reader isn't Yuu. Reader is in Heartslabyul dorm.

wc: 0.6k

Master List

You wouldn’t call yourself extroverted. You went to class, did your school work, and chilled in your room when there wasn’t an unbirthday party. But it seemed like you had a death wish with how easily you found yourself teasing the Heartslabyul housewarden. You weren’t sure why, it was somewhat difficult for you to talk to others, but Riddle Rosehearts seemed to make you lose your filter.

The two of you were in the same year, and you found yourself deskmates within your first class. You found it funny how strict Riddle was about himself, and you couldn’t help but wonder if others saw you similarly since you were also a bit of a goody two shoes. At least you didn’t scold people the way Riddle did when they broke a rule. Like stated before, you mainly kept to yourself. 

You suppose you slightly had a reason why it was so easy for you to tease him. He was just downright adorable. It was hard to ignore his short stature and just how easy it was to turn him red. It was hard to take his scolding seriously, even if it ended with a collar around your neck.

Unfortunately for the Heartslabyul dorm, an unbirthday party was coming up and you were tasked with painting the roses red. It was quite the tedious task, especially with trying not to rip the roses out to make sure it was completely red. There you were, the sun beating down on you, causing you to sweat slightly. It was already a long day due to classes, and doing more work after wasn’t helping you.

“Keep it up! At this pace only a quarter of the roses will be painted,” Riddle shouted, almost causing you to spill the paint you had. Perfect, you were wanting a distraction.

Turning around, you pouted at the red head, “Ah Riddle, we’re supposed to paint all the roses, right?”

Riddle watched you with suspicion in his gaze, “Of course. You know this already.” 

Lifting your paint brush, you waved it at him, a sly smirk lifting your lips, “Then stay still, I gotta paint you too.” Riddle froze, shoulders seizing up as his cheeks turned scarlet. He stumbled over his words, the blush only growing. Your smirk only widened as you suppressed a chuckle, “Ah never mind, seems like I didn’t even need a brush.”

“O-OFF WITH YOUR HEAD!” He shouted, holding his pen at you. Your shoulders sagged as the familiar weight of Riddle’s signature spell rested around your neck. It wasn’t comfortable but you felt a sense of pride that you had managed to make him lose his composure in such a way…others thought you were crazy. The other dorm members watched on, some in amusement, others with a macabre fascination. 

“You’re so mean to me,” You whined, your pout reappearing. “I don’t recall breaking any rules.”

“You must c-cease your teasing,” Riddle stuttered, trying to regain his composure. “As your housewarden, I require your full r-respect.”

You placed your chin in your hand, faking thought, “I don’t remember disrespecting you. Ah, and however will I paint roses with this collar weighing me down?” Riddle couldn’t rebuttal your claims. Technically, you hadn’t disrespected him, in fact…you basically complimented him. You alluded to him being a rose. Just the thought turned him red all over again. With a huff, he removed the collar, unable to make eye contact. 

“Let this be a lesson,” Riddle spoke, his arms crossed over his chest. “Next time I won’t be so nice.” He says something similar every time. You merely grinned at him, and he found his heart beating erratically at the sight. Oh the things you do to him, he’s going to have a heart attack if you don’t stop your nonsense. 

“I’m sorry Riddle,” You apologized, clearly not sorry at all. “You’re just too cute.”

You nearly lost your head a second time.

[ren-the-fae]

So I was thinking about the Roksi and Harlyn ship rosewater, and would that make fans of the ship rosebuds or rosehearts?

[blooming-rosehearts]

INTRO POST AND RULES

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HELLOOOOO i'm the mod! you can call me M, mod, or rose! i use any pronouns

RULES

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Keep in mind child riddle only has so many reactions from what i can gather from the anime and a fan design in the style of the game so i may not have an image on every post!

Credits for assets

-border by @cafekitsune

-gif by @riddlerosehearts

-top image by me! free to use with credit!

[thelilylav]

Rosehearts headcanons for @internetgiraffekid1673 because I finally got permission to talk about one of my stealth rarepairs:

- Briar and Cupid always host the best parties together

- Briar confessed first, Cupid fell first

- Hopper is their gay third a la the meme

- Briar talks to Cupid about already missing her brothers because of her curse, Cupid talks to Briar about how to deal with that from her own knowledge of missing Monster High

- Cupid always reassures Briar that she’ll be there when Briar wakes up

- Cursed x immortal

- They have a rose garden together that Cupid uses for her roses of love

- Cupid always attends Briar’s hextreme sports competitions and flies in to save her if she looks like she needs it

- Briar gets up early to see as much of the day as possible, Cupid sleeps in until she can’t anymore

[romihearts]

* ˚ ✦ DATE ME | riddle rosehearts

— blunt confessions with riddle ⋆ including. gn reader

— hi guys im alive also new layout

there was a different kind of beauty when it came to the heartslabyul rose maze. despite the continuous and seemingly endless halls of bushes adorned with only the most entrancing roses, you find yourself constantly taking a walk through it to admire its charm.

similar to now, you were walking once more throughout the maze. yet not to clear your head or to fall within the beauty, but to meet the housewareden.

the housewarden, riddle rosehearts. the riddle rosehearts whom you've grown with. the riddle rosehearts who'd been with you through all your years.

despite the fact that his mother forbid him from having friends or any of the sorts, he always seemed to find a way to talk to you.

leading to where you are today, being asked to join tea time with riddle. it wasn't unsual for the boy to ask these requests, infact it was something you looked forward to considering you two do it every once in a while.

and he would always ask you. no one else, not even the vice-housewarden.

in all honesty, you've garnered some feelings towards riddle. yet you've never had the heart to say it since you fear what it might shape the already endearing relationship you had with him.

so, you kept it hidden.

after walking for quite a bit you start to notice that you're getting closer to riddle, having familiarized the paths in the maze.

whilst you were still walking your way through, riddle had been growing impatient.

everything has been set, everything is perfect. now all he has to do is just ask. he starts to rapidly look towards his watch and the opening from the maze, still pondering where you might be.

then, he saw that familiar figure! it was you! riddle stood up almost immediately with a wide smile on his face.

"ah, [name], delightful! you're finally here." riddle said while you apologized for your tardiness, attempting to explain that the maze was too long until you were cut off.

"[name], could we talk?" he spoke in a tone that was different from his usual tone when he saw you. you nodded your head, still in uncertainty as you placed your attention on him.

he walked towards you, step by step up until you two were face to face. you stood there, still quite confused and startled. this was the closest you two have been to each other!

riddle took both of your hands and intertwined his into them, then he asked a question.

"could you be mine? forever?"

contrary to riddle's intelligence within literature and speech, all he could muster up were 5 words. 5 words tainted with zero elegance, class, or just anything nice! it was supposed to be a romantic confession, littered with flowery words yet instead of saying his feelings, he asked you?!

to say you were dumbfounded would be an understatement. did the guy you loved for maybe, years, just asked you to be his?

mouth agape yet your eyes still held that adoring gaze towards him. you're filled with a plethora of feelings, but most notably, happiness.