First time. ♡ - (18old Riddle) —
Music of choice; Pink Bubblegum - Lavi

Once upon a dream

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Melly warn:

1- The lyrics don't matter much, just the specific part you know. But I'll try to be accurate.

"I really enjoy describing bodies in the purest way possible. So don't expect this to be spicy smut. But rather smut trying to be as romantic as possible."

Sorry about my Demisexual ass.

Context of the story:

You and Riddle have been friends for quite some time now, ever since his overblowing incident and his small redemption, the friendship flowed like a river, and all rivers have bifurcations.

Yours? It turned into love.

A love that wasn't desperate, wasn't aggressive. It was love. Between two people who experienced love in different ways.

You could say you've already experienced love. Of course, every person is different, and love is different with every leap. But it's not like you're an idiot.

Him? He only discovered love yesterday. It's as if he only learned what love meant after he turned 17.

That's why your love has always been kind of shy, Riddle could be what they call a 'touch-hungry seeker'. But in a way that he only wants comfort, Ultimately, it was difficult to know that he could hug someone and cry, instead of swallowing his tears and never faltering.

You saw him as a fire, a red fire, an ember that always burned brightly. Someone who stood his ground, asserting who he was in the world without fear. But in those moments, the red that was once the red of confidence turned into the red of blood, the blood of a weak heart. The heart of a boy who didn't want to read rules endlessly, but rather a hug, Something to call home.

And you are his home.

That night was one of those melancholic nights.

Riddle did not have a pleasant conversation with his mother on the phone, his fingers rubbing against each other, restless, his trembling voice trying to sound confident.

Honestly? You didn't like it, you hated those nights when he would spend the night crying while saying that everything would get better.

After the painful conversation he had, you tried to comfort him, feeling the dampness of his tears on your shirt. Your lip pressed together in frustration, You would rid him of those bad thoughts. At least for one night, after all, that's what lovers who love each other do for one another.

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"I want to make you feel good. You don't belong with tears, dear red."

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Character introduction (doesn't matter much)

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[Other characters and situations can be found],

introduction: Housewarden of Heartslabyul. A serious-minded student who firmly upholds the rules written by the Queen of Hearts. While a top student, he is easily angered and just as strict with others as he is with himself.

HOMELAND: Kingdom of Roses/Queendom of Roses

Institution where study: NIGHT RAVEN COLLEGE |

Position: Sophomore

PARENTS: Miss Rosehearts (mother, No name revealed, only family surname.)

Class: Class E (No. 26)

Club: Equestrian Club.

Alias (" " Red Young Master, Little Red-Headed Boy, Red Demon (Leona) Goldfishie (Floyd) Roi des Roses (Rook) Mr. Impossible-to-Please, Taskmaster Riddle, Instructor Riddle, Mr. Zero EQ, Tiny Titan (Idia) Teapot Tyrant (Ace, Grim) Ragin' Riddle (Grim) Mr. Goody Two Shoes, Tiny Little Red-Headed Tyrant, Prissy Little Princess, Power-Tripping Pretty Boy (Ace) Riddo (Cater) " ")