#trey

In which Fem!AFAB!Reader asks her husband, Trey/Ruggie/Jade/Rook/Lilia, if they can do 'it' without a condom for the first time.

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up! AU, reader is married to the boys, Fem!AFAB!Reader, unprotected sex, mentions of impregnation, creampies, jerking off, sexting, marital shenanigans, etc.

Trey Clover

But anyway i drew it

And heres the aftermath

Twst boys's(whoever u want but can u add trey , leo n lilia ) gf had a date scheduled w them and ended up sleeping through it. Mb what voice messages would send to their gf or do whatever to know or yeah.. yk

I hope u could understand, English isnt my first language (⁠╯⁠︵⁠╰⁠,⁠)

Sleepy Head

Synopsis. What types of voice messages would (y/n) receive after her boyfriend sleeps through their date?

Pairings. Trey C,. Leona K., Lilia V. x Fem! Reader

Contains. Separate, hurt with comfort, pretty short for each, same format for each, reader is implied to be a Ramshackle student( Trey, Leona ), Leona has a car, reader is old enough to drink( Lilia )

a/n. I actually love this prompt; I don't think I've ever read something like it!

He didn't know how it happened. Trey didn't usually find himself falling asleep, and he's never ever missed a date. Like, ever. He never could've guessed that the routine Freshie vs Riddle conflicts in Heartslabyul would tire him out so badly that he fell asleep in the middle of the day... right when he was supposed to take (y/n) out to get coffee... at a cafe that closed at noon.

(y/n) noticed something was wrong when Trey didn't text her as usual. He would let her know when he was coming to pick her up, or when he simply wanted to check in with her. So far, as (y/n) finished putting on the final touches of her makeup, her phone didn't buzz once.

At first, she didn't mind. Trey was a busy guy, being a Vice Housewarden and all, so she understood. But as time went on and she was prepared to leave, she soon noticed that Trey still hadn't checked up on her. (y/n) was quite concerned at this point. Calls and texts wouldn't get through to him, and making her way to Heartslabyul would make them even later to their cafe date.

(y/n)'s last resort was calling Cater. She initially didn't want to involve anyone in their relationship, but this behavior from Trey was very unusual. That's how she found out he'd been dead asleep for the past two hours...

She couldn't figure out if she was more concerned or hurt. She wondered what the heck made him sleep like that in the middle of the day, and why he didn't even tell her about it. There (y/n) sat on her bed, staring at the lack of messages from her boyfriend while she was still dressed for their canceled date.

Then, she snapped out of her trance when typing bubbles from Trey popped up on the screen. A voice note appeared.

"Hi babe, I'm... so sorry. I know this is kinda late, and it won't make you forgive me, but I found a cute place where we can paint ceramic bowls and cups..." Trey's voice went quiet, as if he was second-guessing himself, "If you're up for it, of course..."

(y/n) was rightfully hurt, but she knew she couldn't stay mad at Trey for such a thing. Her reply was swift, agreeing to the plan, but she still felt conflicted. She fiddled with her fingers in her lap, unsure of what to do.

"I'll come get you in 15 minutes. Is that fine?" Trey texted back.

"Yes, that'd be great."

He ended up coming in about 10 minutes. Perhaps it was just because he felt bad, but it made (y/n) feel just a bit better. Trey's hair was slightly tousled as he made his way to his girlfriend's dorm. Once she opened the door, it felt like all of her previous worries had slipped from right under her.

"You're here," (y/n) barely stuttered.

Trey simply smiled, causing (y/n)'s cheeks to flush. Softly grabbing her hand, Trey guided her to the little place he wanted to take her. The walk was quiet, and it was a bit far away from the campus, but it was comfortable. The two ended up stopping by a cafe on the way back to their dorms anyway, Trey's treat, of course (he just wanted to make sure his gf was %100 happy).

(y/n) knew her boyfriend was a sleepyhead. He'd fall asleep in class, miss class entirely because he was napping, and even sleep while doing the most mundane tasks. She found it quite charming for the most part.

She just didn't expect him to sleep through the only thing that was keeping her sane for the whole week. She waited at her dorm for 45 minutes for Leona to pick her up. She knew something was wrong after 15 minutes, but she remained hopeful that he would come along. Well, until he didn't.

In her expensive dress and her uncomfortably high heels, she flopped against her bed and began to cry. Minutes turned into hours of wishful waiting until she gave up on the idea that Leona would be taking her out to dinner. Any trace of her makeup became a distant memory as her tears saturated any mascara, foundation, or concealer that she was wearing.

Poor (y/n) had no idea what to do with herself. Not only was she heartbroken, but she was hungry, and she spent so much time getting ready only for none of it to matter. She could've used the time to study for her upcoming test, but instead made herself a fool.

As she sobbed, her phone buzzed inside her purse. (y/n)'s trembling hands wiped the remaining dampness off her cheeks and picked up her phone. It was a voice message from Leona, along with a couple of missed calls from him.

"Hey, Herbivore. 'Cause of me, we missed that reservation, but I called up a restaurant- the one that you like. We have a reservation at 7:30, and..." Leona paused, his voice becoming slightly vulnerable, "wear something nice. I'll pick you up at 7."

(y/n) wasn't surprised by his words. He said things in a very him way. They made her feel just a bit better. Still, she'd cried all of her makeup off, waiting hours for him to show up, only for him to never come.

As much as she wanted to reply with something snarky, she knew it would only add fuel to the flame. The time was currently 6:47. That wasn't enough time for her to fix her makeup and make herself look like she hadn't just been crying.

"I may take a while to get ready." She replied simply.

"That's fine. Take your time."

And so, that's exactly what she did. (y/n) took her sweet time fixing her makeup, hair, and even her outfit. Putting so much attention into her appearance felt like some sort of self-care. It was about 7:09 when she added the final touches; the doorbell rang as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.

(y/n) scurried as quick as she could down the stairs in her stilettos and rushed to the door. The door shyly creaked open, revealing Leona with a bouquet of her favorite flowers under his elbow. Her breath hitched immediately.

Leona's hand stretched out to (y/n)'s, inviting her to take it. Her quivering hand slowly placed itself in his, and before she knew it, she was whisked off her feet and placed gently into the passenger seat of his car. She hadn't fully forgiven him yet, but Leona's effort to make things right caused her heart to flutter, just a bit.

(y/n) didn't mind Lilia's habit of pranking her. Yes, she often found herself ticked off after them, but she prayed to the Seven that this was a prank. This was a date for Seven's sake; why the hell was he so late?!

(y/n) had found herself waiting outside the restaurant they agreed on going to. She was freezing in the cool night breeze. Usually in situations like this, Lilia would have his jacket prepared for her, but he wasn't there.

Now, (y/n) stood with sore feet from her heels, hair sticking to the back of her neck uncomfortably, her jewelry suddenly feeling much too heavy, and tears pricking her eyes. It was unlike Lilia to forget about a date, but very rarely did he take a nap when he had plans with her. She's his girlfriend for Seven's sake.

She ended up walking back to NRC all by herself that night. No boyfriend to protect her from potential creeps walking the streets, no boyfriend to keep her warm, and no boyfriend to hold her freezing hand, just to let her know he was there. (y/n) couldn't even bring herself to text Lilia something snarky, let alone call him. She couldn't bear to think of him at the moment.

To her dismay, her phone buzzed in her purse. A notification from hers truly: Lilia.

"Good evening, my Beastie! I unfortunately fell asleep just then, but I hope you're excited to go wine tasting!" The voice note went quiet for a second before Lilia sucked in his breath. "I know that it was wrong of me to leave you hanging. Let me help you take the edge off and relax. Stay where you are."

His voice was considerably shakier than he probably anticipated. He sounded genuinely guilty. Still, however, (y/n) had no idea how to approach Lilia after this. Yeah, clearly he knew he was in the wrong, but it didn't help that she was still alone and scared, walking through the Sage's Island city all alone because of him.

"Pick me up first, then I'll think about forgiving you." (y/n) sent back in a voice note of her own, "I'm still in the city. I guess I'll just have to keep waiting for you."

She knew how pathetic she sounded. Lilia probably knew how she'd been crying just moments before she replied, her voice shaking.

"You won't need to wait any longer," spoke a warm, deep voice from behind (y/n). She nearly jumped out of her skin, preparing the pepper spray from her bag as she swung herself around, thinking it was a creep.

It was no creep; nobody planning on hurting her either. It was her dear Lilia. Making eye contact with his bright red orbs, (y/n) felt tears prick at her eyes once again. Her bottom lip trembled as Lilia's warm hands rested on her quivering shoulders, pulling her into his chest.

"I'm here now, Beastie. You won't ever feel this way again." Lilia said assuredly, "In an oath to our relationship, I promise you that."

(y/n) knew he wasn't lying, deep down in her gut. She sobbed until her mascara drew black streaks across her flushed cheeks, muttering a small, "I hate you" that she didn't entirely mean. Lilia merely giggled, removing his blazer and wrapping it around her shivering shoulders before leading her to their newly planned date.

Savanaclaw - Octavinelle - Scarabia - Pomfiore - Ignihyde - Diasomnia

"Two lovers entwined, passed me by, and Heaven knows I'm miserable now..."

You threw a party in Ramshackle. Late into the night, your friends started crowding around you and the man you had a crush on. The two of you were thrown into a closet and told to work it out... How does it go?

Riddle Rosehearts

"I demand that you open this door at once!" Riddle snapped from within the dark closet. You leaned against the wall with your arms crossed over your chest. You could tell Riddle was fuming. His magepen was snatched before he was shoved into the closet with you. "You gotta kiss fiiiirrrsst!" Ace’s grating voice sang as Riddle pounded his fist against the wooden door.

"That is vulgar! I will do no such thing!" He snapped as the group laughed on the other side. “Then we’ll let you out in seven minutes!” Ace howled as you listened to Deuce chastise him. Not even Trey and Cater came to you and the Housewardens aid. You remained quiet, you eyes cast downwards to the sliver of light from beneath the door.

“Sorry.” You apologized softly. You heard Riddle turn to face you in the dark. “It’s my party, I should have-” “No, don’t apologize. This is clearly Ace’s fault. I will get us out of here. We just…” Riddle trailed off awkwardly. You could hear him fidgeting in the dark. “I’m sure the cheek or the forehead should suffice…” He sounded nervous. But you felt the same.

You had a crush on Riddle. And everyone around you said he felt the same way about you. Neither of you planned to make a move on the other. Worrying about mixed signals and disrupted friendships. You didn’t want to ruin what you had with Riddle since he meant so much to you. And being friends wasn’t so bad. But you wouldn’t mind getting a real kiss from Riddle.

You could hear Riddle approaching. You stayed against the wall in the small dark closet. The smell of flowers and sandalwood emanating from his clothes left you sighing in delight. You were happy it was Riddle that you were stuck with. “Please excuse me… Once we’re out of here I’ll hang Ace from the dormitory flagpole by the seat of his pants.” Riddle’s tone was firm and serious. You giggled softly, feeling his breath ghost over the soft skin of your lips.

You felt him moving in closer. His body now pressed against yours as his hands rested on either side of you. He was searching for the flesh of your cheek; and instead he kissed the junction where your jaw and throat met. The sound you let out was louder than expected. There were whistles and hollers from the opposite side of the door. You were loud enough where the others could hear you.

“Sorry...” You murmured. You could feel Riddle scowling against your throat as he pulled his head back. “We should-” Before you could finish; Riddle pressed his lips against yours. The closet seemed much quieter now. Minus the soft wet sounds of your lips meeting as Riddle kept his body pressed against yours. If you were being kissed; no one could hear you moan. That was the shared logic.

The kissing felt feverish. Riddle’s teeth knocked against yours, making you both flinch before diving back in to continue. Your hands pawed at the back of his sweater. He had started to cradle your head in one hand. Deeper and deeper. Wetter and wetter. And suddenly the closet door was flung open. “Times up!” Ace announced, and Riddle quickly pulled away to hug you close. Hiding you from view as his back faced the doorway. “Lame… They’re just hugging…” He pouted as Trey shooed Ace away. You were panting softly, trying to catch your breath.

Maybe after the party you could ask Riddle for more than seven minutes together.

Trey Clover

(tw suggestive)

You watched as the underclassman banded together to usher Trey's large frame into the closet with you. The door was shut and locked, the students cackling from the other side. "You got seven minutes to figure it out!" Ace cooed, not saying what 'it' was supposed to entail. Of course he was the ring leader with Cater backing him up.

The closet was tiny, you and Trey didn’t have very much space to move around. But he awkwardly tried to give you some room anyway. “I didn’t realize they’d pull something like this. Had I known I would’ve struggled more.” He laughed softly as you looked up at him in the dark. Listening to the familiar click of him adjusting his glasses. “Sorry you got dragged into this with me. At least we’re victims in solidarity.” You were trying to lighten the mood.

“I don’t hear any moaning!” Ace shouted from the other side, and you could hear Riddle yelling at him. Your face went hot at the idea of having to moan in order to be set free. “Just ignore him.” Trey assured you. “We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.” The closet felt warmer now as you shifted your weight from one foot to the other.

A kiss from Trey sounded nice. You did like him in a way that was far beyond platonic. But you kept those feelings suppressed. Maybe this was why Ace shoved the two of you in here? Or maybe he was just being mean and wanted to tease you for having a crush on his dorm's vice housewarden. “Or, would you like a kiss?” Trey asked curiously and you jolted. “Don’t worry I brushed my teeth already.” You could hear him smiling. Naturally Trey would be happy to share this fact with you.

“Well…” You trailed off. Maybe if you masked it with an excuse it would be less embarrassing than confessing your feelings. “Maybe Ace will let us out sooner if we do?” You shrugged. As long as it was Trey you wouldn’t mind. “We’d have to be pretty loud then.” Trey reminded you, and the burn in your cheeks was even more intense now. "I'm only joking." You listened to Trey laugh and shake his head.

He came closer, and you allowed him. You made an attempt to stifle your excitement as you looked up at Trey in the dark. "Then, is it okay if I kiss you?" Of course. "Yeah, I don't mind." You wished you could do a quick breath check. Or maybe to put on flavored chapstick. Trey closed in on you again, your back was flat against the wall as he rested his hands on either side of you. His breath tickled your skin and your lips met.

Instantly there was the taste of mint. Your hands raised and rested on Trey's shoulders. Maybe this was the indirect confirmation you needed from Trey. There was no need to say how you felt now. This was plenty for you. Your eyebrows knit when your teeth clicked against his. Your tongues met and you felt your heart jumped in surprise.

Your face was hot as you pulled away. In the dark it was hard to see his face, but you felt his glasses bump against your skin as he leaned in once more. He kissed your cheek, along your jaw, and finally you allowed your lips to meet again. You couldn't help the soft sounds escaping you as Trey remained close. Your tongues met with wet smacks as your hands gripped tightly at his clothes.

The door suddenly flew open; standing there was Ace. "I wanna see!" He laughed as Trey suddenly pulled away. He craned his head over his shoulder, and you could see the flush in his face. The tips of his ears became pink and you watched as Cater slapped his hands over Ace's eyes and pulled him away from the doorway. "You two are free to go now." He cooed as you swallowed with a nod.

You followed Trey out of the closet. Sticking close as you reached for his hand. Your fingers tickled against his palm, and he accepted by lacing your hands together.

Cater Diamond

Cater laughed nervously as he tried to worm his way out of the inevitable. You were already in the closet, and now Cater was being forced to join you. "Wuh- Hey?!" Before he could protest, his phone and his magepen were confiscated. "You can't come out until you kiss!" Ace sang as the two of you stood in the small confined space.

You inhaled the scent of his cinnamon cologne filling the closet. Cater grumbled something under his breath before looking at you within the dark. "Sorry, I should have known Ace would try this." Ace usually picked on you for pining after Cater. Saying how you should grow a spine and just admit it. But it wasn't as easy as he claimed.

You adored Cater even with the title of 'just a friend' attached. But you would be glad if things became deeper than surface level. "Are you okay?" Cater asked and you nodded. “A little annoyed,” you didn’t think this would happen at your own party. “but it’s not so bad. I’m happy it’s you.” There was hope in your tone that Cater felt the same way.

He reached out and hugged you close. The gesture was friendly. “Oh babes I feel the same! If it was anyone else my vibe would have been so thrown off.” He admitted as you began to melt into Cater’s touch. “I know we’re supposed to make out but we can just wait it out.” Cater joked as your eyes darted up at him. You heard that Cater was very casual with vocalizing his intimacy and wants. But he always kept people at an arms length away.

“It’s not like friends kiss on the norm.” You murmured softly, feeling his fingers glide over the surface of your back. The pads of his fingers rough from learning the guitar. “Friends can kiss if they’re close like that.” Cater stated as if to gently correct you. It’s not like he was wrong. Friends can kiss, but most don’t. For obvious reasons.

You hesitated, looking at the door and listening to the other students talking and partying. You wouldn’t mind kissing a friend if that friend is Cater. “No one will know but us.” Cater’s voice was soft as he started to lean in. You didn’t pull away. You welcomed it.

Your lips met his as your arms tightened around him. Your heart was drumming in your ears when you pulled away. Eyes meeting as the two of you craned your heads around to look at the door. Everyone was still giggling and talking on the other side. Cater turned back to you with a smile. “One more?” The request was hopeful and you nodded.

One more is okay. Just one more for the road. Maybe another. Another kiss is okay. And another. And another one. At some point your back was against the wall and Cater kept eating your oxygen. You struggled to breathe through your nose as your fingers began to drag against the back of Cater’s shirt.

The sound of the door being flung open sent the two of you separating with Cater whipping around to stand in front of you. His hands clenched into tight fists as you quietly gasped to catch your breath. “Oouuuhhh you guys were kiiissiiiing!” Ace sang as Cater waved his hands dismissively. “No we weren’t. Now let us out! I wanna eat something…” He groaned as the others whistled as he gently took your hand and assisted you out of the closet.

You noticed the red blush tinting the tips of his ears.

Ace Trappola

Everyone was tired of his shit. You felt a rush of hands ushering you into the tiny closet and Ace was next. Cater giggled as he held up the confiscated mage pen and yanked the door shut. “Have fun you two!” He sang from the other side as Ace bumped into you. Swiveling his head towards the door with a scowl. “Hey?! You can’t lock us in here!” He snapped with his hands balled up tight. Everyone else just laughed on the other side.

Maybe this was his karma for messing with someone. You wouldn’t know, all you knew is that you got roped into joining him for a round of Seven Minutes in Heaven. In all honesty you didn’t mind. It was Ace, and you had grown very fond of him. In a way that was more than friendly. Deuce had noticed and sometimes would ask if you were okay, but you jokingly brushed it off.

You didn’t want to disrupt your friendship with Ace by confessing your feelings. You knew he could be very bold and blunt. If he rejected you, there was a chance you would become a shut in like Idia. You relaxed against the wall as Ace mumbled under his breath. Shifting his weight a few times before looking at you in the dark.

“What should we do?” He asked, you felt your heart jump with surprise. “Well… We’re supposed to kiss I guess.” You hadn’t played the game before. But it didn’t take a genius to understand the rules. Ace rubbed at the back of his neck and clicked his tongue. “Kissing..?” He sounded embarrassed. Something that wasn’t common for Ace.

You expected some snarky comment from him. Or for him to call you gross for even suggesting it. But he stood in silence as you leaned against the wall. “We don’t have to-” “I didn’t say that!” Ace corrected quickly. Your eyes widened in amusement as he composed himself in the dark.

“I mean, if it’ll get us out of here quicker,” he took a shy step towards you. Slinking closer and closer with his eyes lowered. “It’s fine with me. Since we’re friends or whatever. And it’s not like you have a boyfriend or a guy you like other than me!” He sounded proud as you pressed a finger against his chest.

“I mean, Deuce is my friend. And so is Jack, and Epel-” “Okay but I’m way better than them. Sooooo…” Ace trailed off and you couldn’t help but laugh. You could always leave it to him to help break tension. Your eyes met in the dark as he started to lean in. "It's okay, right? Since it's just us?" Ace was requesting confirmation to continue. You gave him a small nod as you leaned in next.

Your lips met. The first kiss was chaste and sweet. A quick peck to test the waters. The second one was much more intimate. Like bottled up feelings finally spilling out. After that you couldn't tell. Ace was keeping you pinned against the wall as your mouths met over and over. Your tongues mingling as you pulled at his shirt. He rested his hand against the back of your head to pull you closer, but to also cushion your skull from the hard wall behind you.

In the midst of your makeout, Ace didn't notice the door flying open. You peered over his shoulder with wide eyes. Patting at his arm trying to pull away as Cater stared at you with his jaw slack. Trey was behind him, trying to protect the two of you as Ace finally pulled away in confusion. "What?" His voice was hoarse, but you were too mortified to speak.

When he turned around, you felt the mood shift into panic. You wanted to hide in your room to sort out your shame for the rest of the night. Ace would be happy to join you.

Deuce Spade

You almost tripped over your own feet as Ace pushed you into the closet. Deuce's magepen was stolen and he went tumbling in after. "Have fun Juice!" Ace crowed from the other side of the door as it was locked and the other students howled in amusement. "When I get out of here I'm kicking your ass!" Deuce was already freaking out as you stood awkwardly in the dark. You didn't think this would happen. Maybe in your dreams, yes, but when Ace joked about starting a game of Seven Minutes In Heaven you just laughed.

Deuce looked at the door within the confined space. You could see his fists were balled up as he grimaced. "This isn't funny Ace!" He called back and Ace only responded with a loud snoring sound. Before Deuce could get any angrier; you placed a hand on his arm. He flinched, turning his head to look at you in surprise. "It's okay... I'm not mad." You gave him a small smile.

You didn’t want Deuce to get upset on your behalf. You were able to let this go enough to at least enjoy the seven minutes of peace and quiet. Even if nothing happened with you and Deuce it wasn’t so bad being in the dark.

The closet was small, and even with your back against the wall you could just barely feel Deuce’s hand or arm brushing against you. “Well don’t let him pick on you.” Deuce frowned as he turned back to you. “What if he shoved you in here with a creepy guy!” Deuce asked as your shoulders began to sag. He had a point.

But you knew Ace did this purposefully to shove you in here with Deuce. The three of you are close friends and Ace mentioned that he was sick of seeing you fawn and bat your eyes at the dumbest person alive. This was his best choice so at least you can be open about your affection and not make him watch on in agony any longer.

“I don’t think he would do that.” You answered as Deuce fumbled around in the dark. His hand rested against the wall near your head. He was trying to make some distance between you in the little dark closet. “Sorry, I’m not trying to get so close.” He mumbled and you shook your head. “We’re friends aren’t we? I’ve hugged you before.” Maybe because you were ‘alone’ things felt different.

The mint on his breath, the faint smell of his earthy cologne, the warmth of his skin. With your sight dimmed; all your other senses seemed stronger. “You guys better be kissing and not yapping!” Ace cheered from the other side, followed by a collective of voices trying to gas up you and Deuce to ‘get it over with’.

You went in first, kissing Deuce's cheek with a grin. Even if you two wouldn’t become anything more. You were happy you were stuck with Deuce. His head pressed against yours as he leaned in. His lips ghosting over yours before sealing a kiss. It was slow, making you melt against Deuce as the kissing continued.

You were both breathless and dizzy. Deuce gently cupped your face as you held onto him. Your lips meeting again and again with soft smacks. The door opened mid kiss as Deuce his mouth yanked away from yours. Looking over his shoulder at the cackling Ace. “I knew you two liked each other!” He laughed as Deuce broke away from you. Storming towards the doorway as Ace squealed and ran off with Deuce barreling after him.

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You peeked round the corner into the common room of Heartslabyul, wanting a lay of the land before revealing yourself to the five children who would probably all want your attention.

Trey and Cater were sitting on a sofa. Trey's daughter was asleep on his chest while Cater's was happily munching on a bowl of fruit by his side. Cater himself was filming one of the coffee tables where the three other children, and Deuce, were sitting.

Deuce was drinking fake tea from small plastic cups, adorned with a plastic crown that his daughter was still adjusting on his head. He had a pink blush on his face, but he looked determined to play with the children. Ace was leaning against the wall behind them, grinning ear to ear at Deuce's state, a similar expression mirrored on his daughter's face. Riddle's son, the only boy in the group, was sitting there too, a cuddly hedgehog toy in his arms.

You craned your neck, trying to spot Riddle himself, but you couldn't see him. You wondered where he'd gone?

Regardless, you let out a sigh in relief to see a relatively calm scene, grateful that your imaginings of chaos hadn't come to fruition, even in Riddle's absence.

And you knew, as soon as the relief formed in your heart, that you had jinxed the peaceful scene.

"Can I see your hedgehog toy?" Ace's daughter asked, holding out her hand like a positive answer was already guaranteed. Riddle's son eyed her apprehensively, clutching his toy harder.

"No," he denied. "I don't let anyone hold him apart from oma and appa."

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Riddle Rosehearts

You take a deep breath, steadying yourself as you approach Riddle. He’s seated in the Heartslabyul garden, engrossed in a book, completely unaware that his life is about to change forever.

Your hands are sweating. Fantastic. Nothing says “I love you” like handing someone a heart-shaped box drenched in pure nervousness.

“Riddle,” you say, voice admirably steady despite the chaos in your soul.

He looks up, eyes widening slightly at your presence. “Good afternoon. What brings you here?”

You very calmly thrust the box toward him like a knight presenting a sacred relic. “Happy Valentine’s Day. I made this for you.”

The change is immediate.

Riddle freezes, his entire face flaring up like a traffic light on its final warning. His fingers twitch as he hesitantly accepts the box, staring at it as if you’d just handed him the crown of a foreign kingdom.

“You… made this? For me?” His voice is slightly higher than usual. The poor guy is barely holding it together.

You nod, feeling your heart slam against your ribs. “Yeah. And, um… I like you. A lot.”

For a second, you’re terrified he might actually faint. His ears are burning, his posture unnaturally stiff as he processes your words in real time. You can practically see the gears in his head jamming.