𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 - Mattheo Riddle jokingly asks his parents if they have a “breeding kink” after announcing their seventh child, he immediately regrets it. Y/N is horrified, Tom is completely unbothered and brutally honest enjoying how uncomfortable his son gets.
𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 - Honestly thought about this for a while, when someone commented about them having a kink.
The Riddle family’s living room was unusually peaceful which usually meant something chaotic was about to happen.
Tom sat comfortably in his armchair, reading. Y/N was beside him on the sofa, glowing softly, a hand resting on her very round belly.
It was quiet. Until Mattheo spoke.
“So…” he began slowly, eyes narrowing as he looked between his parents. “You’re having another baby?”
Tom hummed without looking up. “That’s right.”
Mattheo blinked. “That’s seven. Seven children.”
Y/N smiled sweetly. “Yes, and we’re very happy, dear—”
But Mattheo wasn’t done.
He leaned forward, folding his arms.
“Okay, but, like do you two have a breeding kink or something?”
The room went still.
Delphini dropped her quill. Marvolo actually snorted.
Y/N froze, then turned the deepest shade of red imaginable.
“Mattheo Thomas Riddle!” she gasped. “That is completely inappropriate!”
Mattheo just shrugged, smirking. “Mum, come on, I’m twenty-eight. I think I can handle the truth.”
Tom finally looked up from his book completely unbothered, expression calm, tone even.
“Yes.”
Mattheo blinked. “Wait—what?”
Tom closed the book neatly, resting it on the arm of the chair. “You asked a question, son. I answered. Yes.”
Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “Tom!”
“What?” he said simply, voice rich with amusement. “He’s an adult. He asked. I won’t lie to him.”
Mattheo looked horrified. “You’re serious?”
Tom arched a brow, eyes glinting with mischief. “Do you see your mother? She’s exquisite. And I’m a man with… particular appetites.”
“OH MY GOD,” Mattheo groaned, shoving himself off the couch. “I did not need to hear that!”
247.69 is unassigned, but falls under 247.6 for christian priesthood vestiments; palliums (scarf-tie-shawl thing), miters (pope hats), croziers (staffs), and rings
