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Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle) Chapter 1

A week or so after Riddle overblots, he is studying in the library and starts getting bothered by a certain eel ~

This fic has a mix of angst, fluff and memes.

A/N: Welcome to the first chapter of my FloRid fic!! I’ve been sitting on this a while and thought I’d yeet it out into the void for the gworls to enjoy. This will be an ongoing fic, so keep an eye out for future chapters! I’ll also make sure to link future chapters and make a full chapters linked post, as I add more. I hope you all enjoy!! With that, let’s go~~~

Chapter 1

Riddle sat rigid in the library, bent over a hefty History of Merfolf book, a frown slowly creasing his brows as he furiously flipped through the pages. Typically, the serene hush, the scent of ageing paper, and the occasional rustle of a page turning would soothe his agitation. Yet, today was a rare exception. Riddle’s nerves were fried and sparking, ready to ignite at the slightest provocation.

He chewed on his lower lip, fighting the impulse to twirl his magic pen around in his fingers and rap his fingers restlessly against the table. If his mother ever saw him so much as twitch his fingers, she would sharply reprimand him for fidgeting and quickly put an end to that.

“Aha! Found it!” Riddle exclaimed triumphantly, before clapping a hand over his mouth and glancing about himself nervously.

Stay quiet in the library.

Riddle inhaled and exhaled slowly in an attempt to calm his nerves. He forced himself to ignore his pounding heart and frazzled nerves, focusing on the words in front of him to ground himself.

Page 549

“In the process of researching the long and complex history concerning diplomatic efforts between merfolk and humans, we found it essential to return to the topic of transformation potions and the impact they had on interspecies relations -“

Suddenly, a pair of large hands covered Riddle’s eyes and a shriek left his lips. His shoulders rose up around his neck, like a startled cat.

“Heyyy, what’s floatin’ Lil’ Goldfishie? Guess who?”

Riddle grit his teeth together, as every muscle in his body tensed and he felt the blood rush to his head. He would recognise that loathsome, infuriating voice anywhere.

“Floyd,” Riddle ground out.

“Ding ding ding, full marks as always, Goldfishie! You’re so smart!” Floyd giggled and removed his hands from Riddle’s eyes and leaned over him, grinning that eerie sharp toothed smile of his. His hypnotic mismatched eyes sparkled with mirth.

“Don’t patronise me. I have told you time and time again to not address me with that ridiculous nickname.” Riddle snapped, scowling indignantly.

“Awww, but what’s the harm? Goldfishies are little, red and cute, just like you!” Floyd replied brightly, his grin widening, “It makes me just wanna squeeze ya real tight.”

Riddle flushed bright red to the tips of his ears.

Did he just … call me cute?

Riddle suddenly became aware of Floyd’s tall, gangly frame pressed up against the back of his chair, his long, powerful arms planted on either side of him, crumpling his notes slightly.

Riddle could feel his blush intensifying, drowning out what would have otherwise resulted in him lecturing Floyd. His heart swelled with an unfamiliar warmth, a warmth that flooded through his body, right to the tips of his fingers.

What is this strange sensation?

This warmth…

Akin to that of a gentle flame…

…

This feels absolutely awful!

Floyd surveyed Riddle quizzically, clearly wondering why he hadn’t received one of Riddle’s usual tongue lashings. Suddenly, Floyd’s grin widened.

“Could it be … that Goldfishie maybe wants to be squeezed by me?” Floyd crooned softly in Riddle’s ear, sliding his arms off the desk and wrapping them around Riddle’s waist. Floyd planted his head on Riddle’s shoulder and glanced sideways at him, that lazy, wicked grin, still firmly in place.

Riddle was absolutely mortified and internally panicking. His nervous system was running haywire, his heart was pounding far too loud in his ears, and he felt faintly nauseous. When Riddle opened his mouth, his tongue felt remarkably dry.

“I - I … w-well,” Riddle stammered.

Floyd raised an eyebrow, grinning crookedly, and Riddle’s heart fluttered in a way it never had before.

Riddle cleared his throat.

“W-well y-you - “

“Want me to let go? You’ve got an awful lotta study to get done, and I know what a hard worker Goldfishie is. Always so smart and so diligent. Just say the word, and I’ll be off.”

Riddle’s skin crawled with a mixture of discomfort and a strange feeling of contentment.

Warm, so warm.

No one’s ever held me like this before.

I don’t want him to let go.

Riddle internally slapped himself.

Are you insane?

How touch starved are you?

This is just depressing.

Tell him to let go at once!

“I - I -“ Riddle stammered.

Even as his mind screamed and protested against him, his body gave into the warmth and he found himself subconsciously leaning into Floyd. For just a moment, he truly felt how bone dead exhausted he was. It had only been a week since his overblot, and his body hadn’t quite recovered yet.

“What? Does Goldfishie actually like hugs? I never would have guessed,” Floyd sniggered, that shit eating grin of his widening as his eyes lit up with mischief.

Fuck.

He must be making fun of me.

Or he wants something from me.

Sadistic bastard just likes seeing me squirm. Bet he’ll have a good laugh over this with Azul and Jade later.

“Guess what? Housewarden Riddle Rosehearts has a soft side. Isn’t that hilarious?”

His mother’s voice jointed the mocking voices, overpowering and utterly scathing. He could feel her disapproving gaze.

“You would let such frivolous fancies get in the way of perfection? I have done everything for you to make you a perfect mage, and this is how you act? I will not allow you to ever spend time so frivolously, and with such an undignified individual. Aside from the way he conducts himself, he’s not even from a proficient family of mages. I won’t allow it.”

Those sobering thoughts cooled Riddle’s head and dispelled the sudden weakness that had seized him. He tasted something sour in his mouth and felt as if his heart were being squeezed tightly in his chest. He shoved down that complicated rush of feelings he didn’t understand as he did with most irrational feelings that served no purpose outside of enforcing the Queen of Heart’s rules.

Floyd blinked at him, the smile slipping slightly. His brows creased in an expression that couldn’t possibly be concern.

Riddle inhaled and exhaled with deliberate precision.

“You’re quite right, Floyd. I have no time for this. I have an important essay due for Professor Trein. Unhand me at once. I can’t very well write like this, with your arms restraining me so,” Riddle replied shortly, scowling to make his disapproval known.

“Boo, I knew you’d say that,” Floyd whined, withdrawing his arms from around Riddle.

Despite himself, Riddle somehow missed the presence of Floyd’s arms snuggly wrapped around his waist. That sense of warmth and security. Floyd’s sudden absence felt cold and tensed his muscles tightly to hold back a shiver.

Riddle carefully smoothed out his notes and adjusted his school uniform, ensuring nothing was out of place. He returned to scanning his notes with renewed fervour. There was absolutely no possible scenario in which he could be distracted by a gangling figure in his peripherals, meandering aimlessly about his des.

Riddle’s eyes darted up as Floyd snaked out one of his ridiculously long arms and plucked a book off the topmost shelf. Riddle pursed his lips and returned to glowering at his notes, as if scowling at them would finish the assignment faster.

He definitely was not jealous of Floyd. Not at all. He absolutely wasn’t upset that he hadn’t grown so much as a centimetre since he was twelve. He definitely didn’t wear heels to be just that little bit taller.

Absolutely not.

Nope.

Such sentiments were beneath him.

Floyd stepped effortlessly over the back of one of the chairs facing Riddle, and plopped down in it with such artlessness that Riddle had to bite back the urge to berate him. Before his Overblot, Riddle would have lectured Floyd for not sitting properly, for not having correct posture, for not carefully controlling each and every movement. Aside from the Queen of Hearts’ rules, it was simply terrible manners.

The fear-stricken faces of the other Heartslabyul students flashed before his eyes and he pressed his lips into a hard, disapproving line, to make sure no needlessly harsh words escaped.

Floyd flipped open the book he held with one hand. He scanned the pages briefly, then snapped it shut, pushing it away with an expression of distaste. He splayed his large hands against the oak desk, propped his chin on the back of his wrist, and stared unfalteringly up at Riddle.

“Goldfishiieee,” Floyd whined, flopping over the desk further, and stretching his arms towards Riddle.

“What,” Riddle snapped, pointedly avoiding his gaze and beginning to take notes on the passage he had finally located.

“I’m booorreedddd.”

Riddle refused to dignify Floyd’s childish behaviour with even a single glance.

“Okay, good for you,” Riddle replied.

“Let’s playy.”

“No.”

“Pleaassee.”

“No. If you’re so bored, then leave.”

“Don’t wanna. I like looking at Goldfishie.”

That gave Riddle pause for a moment. He placed his pen aside carefully and met Floyd’s gaze.

Floyd grinned wickedly, revealing his sharp teeth, pleased that something he said had finally broken Riddle’s concentration.

“Why? Do I have something on my face? Is there something about my countenance that amuses you?” Riddle asked, narrowing his eyes suspiciously.

“Nope,” Floyd replied, still smiling.

Riddle crossed his arms and frowned.

“Since you’re smiling like that, there clearly is something you find amusing. Do enlighten me,” Riddle replied coldly.

“S’nothing special, really. Was just thinking about how cute you are and how, if I could, I’d just lie down and squeeze ya all day. S’pecially love how scrunched up your face gets when you’re really tryin to concentrate on somethin,” Floyd replied, giggling softly.

Riddle’s frayed nerves ignited, and his temper abruptly snapped. He jumped to his feet, kicking his chair back with a screech and brandished his magic pen, as he felt the blood rush to his head.

“THAT. IS. IT. If you don’t explain to me precisely what you mean by “cute” and “I want to squeeze you” and why you say such things, as well as your purpose in disrupting my study, then it’s off with your head! What could possess you to say such ridiculous things, I’ll never understand it. Your every word and behaviour baffles me. You are utterly beyond comprehension, Floyd.”

Riddle stood there, breathing heavily, gazing down at Floyd with complete and utter loathing and contempt. Floyd yawned and stretched, taking his sweet time getting to his feet. He scratched the back of his neck, as his eyes swept over Riddle, before he raised one shoulder in a half shrug.

“There’s no meaning beyond what I said before. Goldfishie’s cute. That’s it,” Floyd replied, “Wanting to squeeze something cute, that’s like, a super simple urge. Y’know, it’s the same reason ya give a big hug to your favourite plush, or like a dog, or something.”

Floyd’s words unexpectedly stung Riddle. They pricked his heart sharply, like rose thorns. A lump swelled in his throat suddenly and his eyes stung.

Of course he just sees you as his toy, his plaything.

Someone who exists just to entertain his twisted urges.

You always knew that, right?

So, why does it hurt so much?

Utterly ridiculous.

“So you see me as some sort of weird pet to torment for your own amusement? Lovely. That’s just lovely. Super flattering. I don’t know why I even bothered to ask,” Riddle sneered, curling his lip and turning his hurt into vitriol.

Do I … want Floyd to genuinely care for me?

Riddle shoved that sentiment firmly in the box of feelings he never wanted to see or deal with again.

“Well, I’m sure you’ll get bored of me at some point if that’s all you see me as. So, I will look forward to that day earnestly.”

Without meeting Floyd’s gaze, he gathered up his study supplies.

“Though I do pity the poor sod who will replace me as your next plaything.”

Riddle glanced up and flinched.

Floyd was in front of him, blocking his path.

“Move,” Riddle snapped.

“Y’know, I didn’t answer the second half of ya question,” Floyd said, gazing rather intently at Riddle.

Riddle fastened the clasp on his book bag with a brisk snap.

“I don’t think I really care to hear the answer anymore.”

Floyd was the first to break eye contact. He rubbed the back of his neck, somewhat nervously. It was utterly unlike Floyd’s usual mode of enigmatic, perpetually delighted mischief. A faint blush tinged his cheeks.

“Well, y’know, about what happened a few days ago …” Floyd trailed off nervously, glancing over at Riddle, before looking away again.

Riddle’s blood ran cold and he stiffened. He radiated icy, stern disapproval, as he braced himself for whatever Floyd would say next.

“Ya got banged up pretty badly during your Overblot,” Riddle couldn’t keep himself from flinching at the word, “I just wanted ta - “

Floyd’s eyes darted, as he seemed suddenly conflicted about proceeding.

“To?” Riddle prompted, tapping his foot to convey his impatience.

“Tomakesureyouwereokay,” Floyd rushed out, planting his hands on Riddle’s shoulders.

“What was that?” Riddle asked, shrugging himself free of Floyd’s grip and taking several hurried steps backwards.

Floyd glanced away nervously, akin to a recalcitrant child.

“To. Make. Sure. You. Were. Okay. Heard you were cryin.’ So, yeah,” Floyd enunciated carefully, meeting Riddle’s gaze with uncharacteristic seriousness.

Riddle blinked rapidly, utterly stunned.

He tried to stop the red heat from flooding into his head as it usually did, yet it was some ridiculous biological quirk inherited from his mother that he couldn’t even begin to control.

“So that’s it,” Riddle replied, barely getting the words out through his tightly gritted teeth. Riddle slammed his books down on the desk and marched back over to Floyd.

He grabbed Floyd’s collar and pulled their faces close to each other. He was so furious he barely registered Floyd’s blush intensifying and the way his eyes darted to glance at Riddle’s lips. Riddle placed his magical pen under Floyd’s chin and glowered into his eyes fiercely.

“Making sure I’m okay? Don’t lie to me,” Riddle seethed, “You just want to report back to Azul with my weaknesses, so you and Jade can have a good laugh about it later, then find some way to use it against me.”

Floyd blinked, startled.

“Uhh … nah … Jade actually said to leave ya alone … But … “

“Quite right,” Riddle interrupted, “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.” Something almost akin to hurt flickered in Floyd’s eyes, though Riddle was too furious to take any particular note of it. “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,” Riddle hissed.

Riddle released Floyd and shoved him angrily, though it barely made him budge. Floyd scuffed a hand through his unkempt hair, eyes wide and cheeks flushed. He glanced away, scratching the back of his neck.

Riddle turned on his heel, stowed his magic pen within his blazer pocket, and clipped it precisely in its place. He subconsciously adjusted his school uniform with trembling hands, making sure everything was as it should be.

“Goldfishie, wait, your - “

“Are you just as stupid as you are cruel? You truly delight in doing nothing but tormenting me,” Riddle’s voice cracked suddenly, and his vision blurred suddenly, furious tears threatening to spill. He inhaled and exhaled sharply, to gain control of himself, “I don’t wish to speak to you any longer. I’m not sure what about my conduct implied I wished to have anything further to do with you. If I catch you skulking around again, it’s off with your head.”

Floyd jerked, as if slapped. The look which he shot Riddle was that of a kicked puppy. Riddle disregarded it immediately.

It’s just another one of his games, trying to get me to feel bad.

“I hear ya Goldfishie, loud and clear,” Floyd replied, with a clumsy salute and his usual crooked grin. However the warm, mischievous glint was gone from his eyes. It was replaced by something colder, heavier, emptier.

“Good,” Riddle replied, inhaling and exhaling slowly.

“Well, I have further studies to attend to. I trust the next time I see you will be in class, and that will be all. Goodnight,” Riddle said, coolly.

He stalked off without a backward glance.

~

Chapter 2

💬 1 🔁 1 ❤️ 11 · Kiss the Goldfishie (FloRiddle) · Chapter 2 ~Riddle is infuriated with Floyd and receives some advice from an unexpected

A/N: Ahh the first chapter is up, tysm for taking the time to read my gay shit of questionable quality. 🤣I hope everyone in the FloRid nation enjoyed it!

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