Twisted Wonderland little space / regression oneshots <3

🌹sweets!☘️🐈‍⬛

((Hehe- If you can't tell, I'm also a sucker for cg Trey <33 and a little rose himself, these two are just the most wholesome lil things I swear 😭 I'll stop talking about my love for them before I get too ahead of myself now and let you go on and read! Enjoy!))

Cg = Trey
Cg = Che'nya
Little = Riddle (2-6 yo!)

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Riddle was a little and it was a little well known when it came to certain people. Cater knew, ace and Deuce knew, but especially Che'nya and Trey knew. After all! They were the ones who cared for the regressed boy for the most part. Mainly Trey, Che'nya took on more of a big brother role who spoiled the little one more than anything. But hey, that was alright! Howeverrr. Today was a special case! Riddle had slept in. A rare thing on its own. But the even rarer part? He had woken up small. And had no interest in doing big kid things today. Not at all.

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"Riddle?  You alright in here?" Trey called from outside the young house wardens door. It was about 9:30am and no one had seen or heard from him yet today. Which was... odd. "Uh huh!.... Just... busy!" The slightly higher tone and struggle with his words was a dead give away. "I'm gonna come in if that's alright. Okay?" He called once again. Just to make sure. And all he got was a nice and loud "mkay!!" And in Trey went. And there riddle was, hair a mess, room slightly messy, and him sitting cross cross on the bed with a white stuffed rabbit in his arms. Along with The biggest little grin on his face. "Well you look happy! Have you had a good morning bud?" "Uh huh! I got up anddd..... played! And uhh.... That's all!" Little one seemed to have entirely forgotten about today in general. No issue. They can go with the sick excuse. After all, riddle was nearly never sick, and it was bound to happen eventually. So it works just fine. "That's awesome! Do you know how long you've been up or Have you had anything to eat at all today?" The green haired male asked, not expecting much of an answer. "Nope and nopeeee!" The redhead smiled. He was rather... hyper today. "I see... that's alright! You wanna tell me how old you're feeling if you know? Then maybe I can go get you something to eat. Maybe some cereal or something?" He continued. And the little one proudly held up 4 fingers. "This many! ......can I have sweets for breakfast?" A bold question for someone like Trey. Especially with those big ol puppy dog eyes he played along with the question. "Ah! A big boy I see. I- how about we get you something nutritious and good for you then maybe a sweet?" He tried to compromise. That was until a certain purple cat chimed in. "Don't be a party pooper treyyyy! Let him have a little fun! Come on! Cake for breakfast!" Che'nya called out with a grin. And there he was. God knows where he came from. But at least the little was happy to see him. "But- ah! Bubba!" He ran and and gave the purple male a big hug. Che'nya had affectionately earned the tittle "bubba" after taking on that role himself. But Trey could only sigh. "Che'nya- really? He can't have sweets for breakfast. We both know that." "Shhh. Just.... Get a little of both! Some real food and just a little sweet! I'll take care of it! You do thattt and I'll get this little rascal dressed!" He said reassuringly. And Trey thoight for a moment before nodding. And there he went. He was mainly curious to see what his tactic was. But only one way to find out.

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Soon enough riddle was all dressed in a white and gold onesie with his red pacifier clipped to him with his hair brushed and his stuffie in hand. And Trey eventually returned. Just as promised. A nice little waffle, plenty of fruit, and a small little slice of cake. "Anddd perfect! Now you're dressed to impress kiddo! And now we wait for tr- speak of the devil there he issss!" "Here. How exactly do you plan to-" and he was cut off by being shushed, taking the plate and setting it down. "Alright munchkin! I bet... you can't eat all these fruits and waffles! No way you can!" This caused riddle to giggle "uh huh! I can! I'm a big boy. So duh." He shot back. "Nahhh. I don't think you can! You may need to prove it to me!" Che'nya said, taking the cake and moving it out of riddles view before handing him the plate of everything else. And he was certainly up to the challenge. "Woah! Look at you! I didn't think you could do it. But... since you did so good, here's your sweet! I'm proud of you!" The purple cat said with a grin on his face. Trey was quite unsure. But he tried his best to trust it.

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Barely two bites into his tiny sliver of cake and riddle pushed it away. "No more.... Too full, bubba..." the regressed boy mumbled "oh? That's alright kiddo! I'll finish it for yaaaa! Hehe... told you to trust me on it! Pfttt!" And the cake was now Che'nyas who happily chowed down on the rest of it. "Honestly I didn't trust you too much on that one. But I'm not disappointed, rather impressed-" "as you should be! Told you I knew what I was doing" he said with a smile. And Trey with a sigh. "Now then.... Let's get that syrup and icing off your face. Then we can brush our teeth. Okay?" Now that was all over, now they could really get their day started. "Mkay papa! ......can I have sweets with lunch too?" Riddle asked hopefully. Which caused Trey to chuckle a little bit as he proceeded to clean off the little ones face with a wet towel. "We'll see about that one, Bud."