#Sander sides age regression

[enbypossum]

Send me stuff!

If you wrote a fanfic or made some art you need some love on,

Or just want me to see it!

Feel free to tag me or send it to me, I'd love to read/see it and send it love!

Even If it's not a Fandom I've listed, I'll do my very best to read them!

(This is also @nottapossum I'll probably comment using that account.)

Sometimes, it takes me a bit, but I want to read more adorable fanfics and see beautiful art.

[the-wisteria-library]

A reminder to the AgeRe community

— you're still a real little if you swear.

— you're still a real little if you're overweight.

— you're still a real little if you're underweight.

— you're still a real little if you experience sexual sensations when small.

— you're still a real little if you're a POC.

— you're still a real little if you're part of the LGBTQIA+.

— you're still a real little if you're male.

— you're still a real little if you're not feminine when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you are feminine when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you're disabled.

— you're still a real little if you don't speak or write in a childish manner.

— you're still a real little if you have a job.

— you're still a real little if you go to school.

— you're still a real little if you go to college.

— you're still a real little if you're married.

— you're still a real little if you're a parent.

— you're still a real little if you're neurotypical.

— you're still a real little if you're neurodivergent.

— you're still a real little if you're a flip.

— you're still a real little if you're a caregiver lean.

— you're still a real little if you pet regress.

— you're still a real little of you're padded.

— you're still a real little if you're not padded.

— you're still a real little if you use gear.

— you're still a real little if you don't use gear.

— you're still a real little if you have a mental illness.

— you're still a real little if you don't have a mental illness.

— you're still a real little if you regress voluntarily.

— you're still a real little if you regress involuntarily.

— you're still a real little if you have a hard time regressing.

— you're still a real little if you age dream.

— you're still a real little if you don't need or want a caregiver.

— you're still a real little if you're caregiver is also your partner/spouse.

— you're still a real little if you don't tell anyone you're a regressor.

— you're still a real little if you're open about your regression.

— you're still a real little if you regress out of trauma.

— you're still a real little if you regress for fun.

— you're still a real little if you watch horror when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you like adult media.

— you're still a real little if you struggle with addiction.

— you're still a real little if you struggle with EDs

— you're still a real little if you struggle with SH.

— you're still a real little if you regress impurely.

— you're still a real little if you masturbate when regressed.

— you're still a real little if all you do is sleep when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you struggle with your feelings.

— you're still a real little if you throw tantrums.

— you're still a real little if you're quiet.

— you're still a real little if you misbehave.

— you're still a real little if you cry.

— you're still a real little if you don't cry.

— you're still a real little if you have nightmares.

— you're still a real little if you have fictional caregivers.

— you're still a real little if you multiple caregivers.

— you're still a real little if you're a part of a system.

— you're still a real little if you care for other littles.

— you're still a real little if you dislike other littles.

— you're still a real little if you regress to older ages.

— you're still a real little if you regress to younger ages.

— you're still a real little if you're hyper when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you're not hyper when regressed.

— you're still a real little if you don't fit into a box of what a little "should" be.

— you're still a real little if you have impostor syndrome.

— you're still a real little.

You are valid. No matter what your regression looks like. There's no checklist. No prompt to follow. No requirement list. You don't have to look, act, or feel a specific way. You're valid just the way you are.

[star-struck-wonderland]

DNI Banner Dump!

DNI banners i've made that I'll be personally using! Love all of these and their fandoms so much💜

[theogclownboy]

age regression request list

these are the things I take requests for if you wanna know my head cannons or art (i may add more later) Also if anyone is up for art trades im completely open for it. Also rp stuff with my OCS is okay with me but keep things sfw.

my OCs

OCs with other characters

Dan vs

Hazbin hotel

Helluva boss

MLP

Tadc

Welcome home

Scott Pilgrim (show, game, comic, and movie)

Good omens

Sander sides

Dhmis

Sally face

Bluey

Wander over yonder

Camp camp

Cuphead (game and show)

Brandon Rogers characters

Markiplier characters

Jacksepticeye characters

Centaurworld

Paswg

Adventure time

Beetlejuice (cartoon or musical, not movie)

Y/n stuff

Nimona (book and movie)

Animaniacs

Animal crossing

Heathers (musical or movie)

Stuffed animals

Green eggs and ham

Care bears

Sam and Max

Night in the woods

SpongeBob (I will do human designs)

Wild kratts

An extremely goofy movie

Inside out 2

Pokemon

Emojis/ reaction stuff (idk what it's called)

Fairly oddparents

Total drama Island (only season 1 cast)

Deadpool and wolverine

Chikn nuggit

Mr plant and Argos

Muppets

Ducktales

Fursonas/animal ocs

Looney tunes

Mha

Dogman

Encanto

Sonic

Wordgirl

Epic the musical

Mr ring a ding

[littlelambscandyland]

My Random Headcanons For Random Character Caregivers

The Flash

Eobard Thawne designs his little different pacifiers, and he's made them so so many with the Reverse Flash logo on 'em.

Harry Wells will help a little struggling to regress by making simple tasks much harder. E.g. giving them a remote in a language they don't know, giving them a puzzle that they couldn't finish even when big, and putting socks on their feet that make them walk more wobbly.

Cisco Ramon is a very laid-back caregiver as long as his little regresses over 6yrs. If his little regresses any younger he is a helicopter mom(specifically a mom).

Doctor Who

The Twelfth Doctor is always comfortable with touch so he compromises by having his little hold his sleeve by his hand.

The Master/Missy is borderline incapable of treating their little like an adult when they're out of regression.

The Master/Missy refuse to let their little call them by their title and will get incredibly upset or just ignore them until they use their caregiver title.

The Tenth Doctor starts ugly sobbing sometimes when cuddling with his little.

Misc

Alastor is so deeply scared to frighten his little; he will deliberately walk away from a kill just so his little doesn't see it (he is going back to kill the mf tho).

Gregory House is a jealous caregiver and is really bad at letting people babysit his little for fear they might start picking the other person.

Shu Sakamaki doesn't actually sleep when cuddling his little; he's far too busy secretly watching them because they're too cute to be ignored.

Sun/Moon prefer if their little doesn't work in the daycare because it makes it difficult for them to focus on the kids in the daycare. However, they also get upset if their little isn't working in the daycare.

Batman

Jason Todd is obsessed with carrying his little on his back, but will never put them on his shoulders for fear he'd drop them.

Jason Todd finds and reads children versions of his favorite books to his little. E.g. Lit for Little Hands the kids version of Pride and Prejudice. (a read along can also be found on youtube)

Dick Grayson falls asleep every single time his little and him cuddle.

Dick Grayson despite being an incredibly sweet/kind caregiver is equally controlling of his little.

Tim Drake likes playing detective with his little. He secretly loves them trying to be his Watson when he's working on a real case.

Slashers/Horror

Beetlejuice, despite being disgusting, is obsessed with keeping his little clean. E.g. always wiping their face after eating, giving them a bath as soon as you come back from playing outside, making sure they get their teeth brushed, and washing their hands before dinner.

Hannibal Lecter (specifically from the TV show) is a borderline beige mom so his little has two very large play rooms so that he doesn't have a meltdown about toys being all over the living room.

Will Graham is severely invested in the plot of What's New Scooby Doo, and will never hesitate to put it on for his little and himself.

Stu Macher is constantly taking his little out to amusement parks, arcades, and playgrounds.

Micheal Myers doesn't understand personal space, and is constantly standing almost on top of his little to make sure they're being/are safe.

Louis de Pointe du Lac lets his little feed from him; he sees it kind of like a mother breastfeeding their baby.

Lestat de Lioncourt has consistent gossip princess/prince/royal tea parties with his littles so that he can be up to date with all the play drama happening inside their head.

TMNT

2003!Michelangelo is constantly strapping his little to his chest, one because he thinks it's fun, two because he likes the closeness, and three because now he doesn't have to feel sad about leaving them alone.

Every version of Raphael gets cuteness aggression and have done terrible harm to their hands from biting it or punching a wall after witnessing their little do something cute.

Supernatural

Chuck still doesn't understand age regression, and he also doesn't understand why he cares about his little so much.

Lucifer is a protective caregiver and doesn't let mostly anyone near his little while their regressed.

Dean and Sam like having the same little so that if one is injured or overwhelmed the other can step in.

Castiel doesn't understand why Dean and Sam keep teasing him about cradling his little so often. He thoroughly believes he has to hold his little like this no matter what age.

Sanders Sides

Janus Sanders encourages their little to tell the most outlandish stories possible. Roman makes sure their story is the most entertaining it can be.

Remus barely communicates with their little, not cause he doesn't want to. He just keeps bleeping because of the sensor the others made. Probably for the best, but he does try to be appropriate.

[peachie-bun]

regressed patton sleeping with multiple stuffies in his arms bc he couldn't decide which stuffie he wanted to cuddle the most

[lil-mushr00m]

Drawing

Regressor! Virgil

Caregivers! Janus and Patton

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Waxy, bright colors circled a piece of drawing paper, nearly every color out of the crayon box used to fill the paper, a certain little spider focused on creating a portrait. Creativity tended to drift towards Roman, Remus, and hell, even Patton, with his jewelry! If he stretched, maybe Janus, with his theatrics. In the end, next to Logan, Virgil never considered himself much of a creative man. There and now, he sat determined, though, coloring a nice picture.

Today was the day. He'd give Patton the picture and tell him he regresses. He could do it.

As his picture came to a finish, he set his dull crayon down, halfway used, and admired his picture. It isn't perfect by any means. It's messy, and a few streaks of colors dragged far outside the lines. Even so, he figured all the colors would be a nice touch. Patton likes colors.

He shakily stood up, wearing his signature hoodie, and glanced at the little black cat sitting on his bed, tail lazily swaying against his sheets. She perks up briefly at his stare and tilts her head, and Virgil bites his lip.

"What if he hates it?" He thinks aloud to her, picking the drawing up with a worried frown. "And what if...what if he thinks I'm weird?" He chokes out, his chest suddenly feeling a bit tight and his eyes brimming with tears. His little cat meows softly, sitting up and staring. Sniffling, Virgil heads over, gently reaching a hand out to have her knock her fuzzy head against his knuckles, purring softly. Her whiskers tickle in skin, and he cracks a smile through his tears.

"Thanks, Luna," He whispers quietly. "Gonna do it okay? I am." He insists with a little nod and peers over at the door. "Patton will understand, Gotta tell him. Maybe Lo would...but..." Virgil trails off, his cheeks dusting pink. "Wanna tell Pat." he choked out, fidgeting with the end of his hoodie, brushing his fingertips against the fabric over and over, soothing himself.

Luna knocked her head against his knuckles again, almost encouraging him, and Virgil nodded. "Okay, Imma do it." He tells her, beginning to walk towards his door. "Just rip it off like a bandaid-"

BAM

Virgil yelps loudly, jumping nearly six feet off the ground as his door slams open, his eyes widening. Luna shoots up, hissing loudly at the intruder. Remus stood tall, grinning wide with messy hair, some of it thrown into a couple of braids while the rest was left untamed. His face flashed with glee, and Virgil watched it flicker for a moment with confusion as he peered around the room.

"Why do you-"

"Get out!" Virgil hisses, getting over his initial shock, his shoulders tense while he moved to push Remus out. He only used one hand, the other reserved to shoot behind his back and hide his colorful drawing from the prying wide eyes. Remus barely seemed phased by his weak pushing and peered behind his back curiously.

"The fuck are you hiding?" He laughs, easily making a grab for it while Virgil flushed and tried to desperately to snatch it back.

"Remus! Give it!" He hisses, kicking his calf roughly while he easily kept him at arms length, looking over his colorful drawing of Patton, his cheeks burning as he gave a loud, amused cackle.

"This is so lame! It's kinda fucking cute. What's with all the kid shit anyway?" He asks while tears of frustration build up in Virgils eyes, his hands balling into fists.

"Give it back!"

"Honestly," a silky smooth voice drawled, interrupting the two. "Remus, can't you go two seconds without tormenting someone?" Janus sighs, drifting into Virgils room while Virgils chest begins to tighten, his breathing picking up a bit. He shrunk away, hugging over his stomach protectively while Luna snarled, getting low.

"It's fun," Remus snickers, holding out the picture, much to Virgils dismay. "Besides, look at this!"

Janus takes the picture and admires it a bit, his lips curling into an amused smirk. "This is cute," He muses while Virgil sinks further into his hoodie. "Patton, hm?"

"Give it back," Virgil whines for the hundredth time, his voice cracking a bit, having to blink back tears. "It was stupid. Just give-"

"It's not stupid," Janus' voice is oddly soft, and Virgil hated how it caused a comforting warmth to wash through him. Janus' eyes seemed to dart across his desk, noting all the childish items scattered, and yet said nothing on the topic. He swiftly grabbed Remus by his ear, earning a loud whine.

"Hey!"

"How about," Janus' voice easily overpowers Remus' whines. "I take you to see Patton, hm? I'll get Remus tied down somewhere-" Janus ignores Remus' eyebrow wiggle. "And we'll go, hm? After all, such a magnificent work of art can't stay hidden, can it?" Janus muses, delicately handing it back to Virgil, watching as he desperately snatched it away and held it to his chest, his head tilted down while he bit his lip and gave a weak shrug.

"I'll be back in a few moments, little spider. Sit tight." Janus sings, gently holding a finger out to Luna, who had calmed down just a tad and swiped at him anyway, albeit weakly. Janus pulled his hand back, respecting the little cats wishes, though, she didn't immediately maul him, he took it as a good sign. He didn't wait for a response before he dragged Remus away, leaving Virgil to comprehend what the hell just happened. His regressed brain raced, and he could barely contain his emotions, his bottom lip trembling.

It hadn't gone awful, Janus seemed supportive, Remus is an idiot, but he wanted to tell them on his terms, and now they both knew! He didn't want them to know so soon! He choked back a sob and sat on his bed, allowing the drawing to drift to the floor while he laid and curled up, a few tears slipping down his cheeks. He didn't know what to do, too overwhelmed. Luna trailed over, laying against his knee, and Virgil hiccuped, slipping his thumb past his lips, indulging in the comfort. He sucked furiously, burying himself into his hoodie, his other hand reaching down to lightly pet Luna's head. It wasn't long before there was a gentle yet firm knock at his door, and he whined lowly. He didn't bother to respond. He knew who it was. At least Janus had the decency to knock.

His suspicions were confirmed as he heard those same heeled boots click against his floor. He could hear them stop right before his bed. After a bit of shuffling, the drawing slipped over his body and rested within eyesight.

"Dear," His voice unfairly sent a shiver up his spine, and he hiccuped around his thumb. "I think Patton will find the drawing lovely. It's awfully cute. Come now, you were just on your way, weren't you? I assure you, there will be no more interruptions." He urges, his tone remaining gentle. He would only push a tad but never crossed the line. He's known Virgil for ages and knew that sometimes he needs the push.

Virgil knows he is right. Patton would like it. Maybe. But now his eyeshadow is all smudged, and his thumb feels right sitting in his mouth, and everything is too much and—

A dark purple pacifier hovers in front of him, and Virgil finally peeks up with wet eyes.

Janus smiles back at him. Not a smirk. No malicious or devious intent. He just smiles, warm and soft. His body is crouched over him slightly, and Luna cowers, giving a low, warning growl. She eases up as Virgil hesitantly reaches for the pacifier, replacing his thumb for it with warm cheeks.

"There we go," Janus soothes. "I bet that's much better now, hm? Now, how about we go find Patton? I'll be with you every step of the way." He assures him, standing up all again, watching as Virgil turns and sits up, slow and cautious. He reluctantly grabs at his drawing and sniffles, rubbing at his stained cheeks with his sleeve.

"S'stupid," He mumbles, sad and anxious as he fiddles with it.

Janus only clicks his tongue and lightly helps him to his feet, taking his free hand in his. "Now, that's just silly. He'll love it." He reassures, not allowing Virgil to think on it further and guides him off out of his room, walking in front of him, of course. Virgil anxiously peered around, watching for anyone else to walk out, admiring the way Janus took confident strolls ahead of him.

They ended up in the kitchen doorway, Virgil effectively hiding behind Janus and half burying himself into him. Janus doesn't comment on this and instead stares ahead, watching as Patton hummed a light tune, stirring a pot of something, his hips swinging with the gentle song in his head. Janus smirks, amused, and clears his throat, watching as he startles a bit. He turns around quickly, his cheeks going a bit pink.

"Oh hi, Janus!" He croaks out, admittingly embarrassed at being caught. "What can I do for you, kiddo?"

"I'm older than you, Patton," Janus reminds him, though fondness was clear in his voice before he shook his head, not wanting to stray away from the topic. "It isn't me who needs something. As a matter of fact, it's Virgil." He tells him, the man in question clinging tighter at the sound of his name.

Pattons eyebrows furrow, concern immediately lacing his features. "Oh no! Is everything alright?" He asks, frowning at him while Janus hums softly.

"Yes, yes, he's a bit anxious, but he has something to give you," Janus reveals, taking a step forward so they would linger in the kitchen now and gently tried to step aside so Virgil would peek out, and yet he seemed determined to hide away against him. "Virgil, you can't give Patton your drawing like that, can you?" Janus urges him gently while Patton softened, stepping away from the stove for a moment.

"Kiddo?" He calls, and his voice just melts Virgil from the inside out. It wasn't fair. It was so easy for Patton to just— just use his voice on him! Janus did it, too, and he hated it.

Slowly, he unclenched Janus' jacket and let him guide him out by his hand and avoided Pattons face, clinging to his drawing still. His cheeks burn under his gaze, wanting the ground to swallow him up, his fingers trembling ever so slightly. Patton doesn't comment on the pacifier bobbing in his mouth, sharing a brief stare with Janus. He smiles, though, allowing a soft coo to slip past his lips.

"I see you have a drawing, kiddo," Patton sings, excitingly eyeing it, and Virgil swallows a bit.

"S'dumb," He murmurs past the pacifier, moving to hide away again, too embarrassed and anxious to face him, but Patton just moves to gently cup his face, causing him to flush more—if possible.

"Well, now that's just silly!" He gushes, parroting what Janus had told him. "I bet it looks amazing!" He chirps, and Virgil can't help but tilt into his warm hands cupping his face, biting hard at the nub of his pacifier. He sounded so sure. So sure in him.

"M'tried," he choked out pathetically. Patton only smiles and moves his hand down to grip the edge of it. Slowly, Virgil releases the drawing and fidgets as he looks it over. He gasps a little, and Virgil frowns, immediately taking a step away and whining, but Patton hurried to reassure him.

"Wait! No, honey, it's so cute!" He squeals, hugging it close to him, genuinely touched. "It was a good gasp! A cute gasp! A casp!"

Virgil wrinkles his eyebrows a little, though a shy giggle slips past his lips while Janus smirks at the scene.

"Casp isn't a word," Virgil claims past the pacifier. "You really like it?" He sounded nearly hopeful, and Patton would never keep such reassurance from him.

"So much!" Patton chirps, moving towards the fridge with it.

Virgil watches curiously as he easily hangs it up with a few fridge magnets and flushes darker as Patton beams a bit. "There we go!"

"Right where it should be," Janus smoothly agrees, grinning at Virgil, who buries his face into his hands, whining again.

"A true work of art!" Patton giggles. "You did so good, kiddo!"

"Thanks," Virgil squeaks before turning on his heel and hurriedly rushing out of the kitchen, a bit overwhelmed and very flustered. Neither try and stop him, and the minute he's gone, Patton turns to Janus with his hands over his heart, almost melting into a puddle right there and then.

"That was the cutest, sweetest, most adorable sight I've ever seen!" He cries out, and Janus snorts but glances back at the doorway fondly.

"Yes," He agrees, his tone far too gentle for his liking. "It was."

[januscorner]

Agere Logan Sanders Stimboard

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[rattybenji]

The Baby Craves Energy

extra Pat below

[enbypossum]

🩶A little family 🩶🖤

In which Elliott learns to trust someone and becomes part of a family, Pt 1

Summary:Elliott doesn't have many reliable friends. Their parents don't provide any support, and their boyfriend isn't really the supportive type either.

Emile thinks He can help Elliott, and plans on doing so no matter what the cost.

Virgil knows he should tell his boyfriend Logan about his age regression, but he'd hate to ruin something good.-

They just need someone to rely on when things become too hard to handle. But how do you trust someone enough to get there?

-Part 1 of "A little family" series.~There is mentions of violence but nothing severe.~

Non sexual. This is an Age regression story, if that ain't your jam, don't bother reading this.

Notes/info:

Pronouns and last names:

~Emile Picani: He/Him

~Elliott Stokes: They/them

~Remy Andreas: They/Them

~Patton Heart: He/him

~Logan Berry: He/him

~Virgil Casey: him/they

~Roman Prince: He/him

~Remus Duke: He/it

Janus Akesnay: He/they

~Dice Andreas/ He/they-

Siblings:

-Roman and Remus are twin brothers.

-Emile, Remy, and dice are Step-siblings

-Remy and Dice are biological siblings.

-A/N: TW: Trust issues, crying, panic attacks, mention of abuse, secret keeping, lying, blood and stitches mentioned, and implied past trauma regarding hospitals.

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~~~Emile~~~

Emile, Remus, and Remy were getting ready for their groups' movie night.

They all had busy schedules, but at least once every month they took the time to plan a movie or game night or something of that sort to be sure they still took time for their friends.

It was nice, they created a little family dynamic with their group of caregivers and littles, it's the kind of family Emile has always wanted. And he still can't believe he has it. 

"So, when are the others showing up?" Remy asked, not looking up from their phone.

"Specifically, Patton?" Emile asks, teasingly.

"No, I'm just like- super interested in whatever stupid movie we're watching, and I don't want to waste any time." Remy says, voice obviously Insincere and riddled with sarcasm. 

Emile smirked. “Right, and what movie are we watching again?"

"You picked it… so I'm guessing some type of cartoon?” Remy scoffs.

Emile rolls his eyes. "Ah yes, your enthusiasm is contagious as always, Remy.” 

Emile and Remy are step siblings. Though they didn't start out being very close. 

When their parents got married Emile was seventeen, Dice was eighteen And Remy was only sixteen. Remy and Emile didn't even really connect until college after learning about each other's age regression. That's also how they met Virgil, Patton, Remus, and Roman. They had an online support group for the longest time until finally Patton and Virgil moved closer to the city. Unfortunately, it was still hard keeping the group together sometimes. Especially when it comes to work and other relationships. 

It was especially hard for those who needed human interaction but won't make it happen for themselves due to severe social and generalized anxiety. Not mentioning any names of course. (Virgil)

"It's ok that you miss Patton," Remus says, "we won't make fun of you...that much."

Emile snickers. “You totally like him." He teases.

"Ugh, shut up," Remy laughs, throwing a pillow at their brother.

"How have you two been doing by the way?" Remus asks, "him living as far as he does, I'd imagine that must be hard on you."

"Not really," Remy shrugs. "I mean, we both have our own lives."

"It's always good to have some independence.” Emile says. “Commitment is important too though.” 

Remus grabs his arm carefully to remind him not to try and fix Remy's relationship. Emile is a therapist and had a bad habit of trying to help people without them asking for it. Remus has been helping him remember the difference between work life and home life. It's a hard balance sometimes, especially when it's someone he truly cares about.

“Patton and I talk, okay? I'm not neglecting him if that's what you think.” 

“I didn't mean it like that.” Emile says. “I'm sorry, I pushed. I didn't mean to.” 

Remy turns back to their phone, ignoring Emile. 

Remus decided now was a great time for a subject change. "So, Roman said he might be a little late."

Emile hummed, "I just texted Virgil a bit ago, he said they were having a rough day, so they'll be a little late too."

"That guy seriously needs a therapist," Remy says.

Emile eyed them. “Look who's talking."

Remy scoffs. “I live with you, of course I need a therapist.”

Emile chuckles. 

Remus smirked, "I'll bet Logan could convince Virgil to go. Those two are inseparable these days."

Remy rolls their eyes. "I don't understand why he hasn't already. The guy is a nervous wreck all the time."

"Now, Rem. Their relationship is still new." Emile says. "Besides, you don't even know Logan.” 

"Yeah, get to know him before you insult his boyfriend-ing skills," Remus says.

"I'm just saying," Remy mumbles.

"It is not Logan's job to make sure Virgil is taking care of himself." Emile defends.

"No, but-"

Emile interrupts, "Listen, I know you still care about Virgil. But he's an adult. He's perfectly capable of making his own decisions.” 

"We're talking about Virgil here." Remy argues. 

“Maybe Logan has already tried, Virgil doesn't really handle pressure well, and remember not everyone can afford therapy either.” Emile says. 

Emile suddenly got a phone call. He was about to just turn it off but then saw who it was and knew it had to be important.

Remy sighed, "I'm gonna text Pat again and see what's keeping his ass."

"You mean other than you?" Remus asks.

Emile shushed them as he answered the phone, "Elliott? What's going on? Is everything alright?” 

"Oh my god, a human being, finally! I need some help."

"What happened?"

"I Uh- I was with some...friends I guess you could call them, I mean- I only met them a few times...that doesn't really make them friends, does it?I wouldn't think so. Anyway, we got into a fight, I didn't fight, but they did- I'm sorry I'm rambling. I'm just really scared right now."

"Where are you?" Emile asked.

"Who is it?" Remus asked.

"It's Elliott." He answers.

"Who dat?" Remy asks Remus. 

"One of his patients." Remus explained, sounding annoyed. "Why do they have your cell phone number?"

"They're my patient, Remus. They have to have my number." Emile explained, annoyed.

"You haven't even seen them in six months. Are they even your patient anymore?"

"Is there an expiration date or something?" Remy asked, laughing.

"My patients don't have my cell phone number," Remus says.

"Hello? Dr Picani? Are you still there?" Elliott asked. "I just-"

Emile shushed His sibling and boyfriend again and walked over to the other side of the room to be sure he'd be able to actually hear Elliott.

"I need someone to come get me, I think my leg is broken or maybe it's just sprained and I'm just being a baby about it? I don't know. Maybe I shouldn't have called you, this might be inappropriate. Is it inappropriate? It's inappropriate, isn't it? I'm so sor-"

"No, Elliott. You're perfectly fine. But why didn't you just call an ambulance or something?" Emile asked, voice was serious, but he was still calm.

Elliott sighs. "I can't. I rode in an ambulance once. It wasn't a good experience for me. Doctors tend to freak me out, they're just so creepy. I'm sorry, I just can't do this alone-" Elliott was clearly crying, "I can't handle them alone, it's not like that with you though, you're fine! I just mean doctor doctors. Not that you're not a doctor- I'm just-"

"It's ok, it's alright. Where are you? We can pick you up." Emile grabbed his coat and attempted to put it on while holding the phone between his ear and shoulder.

That got Remy and Remus's attention. They got closer but remained respectfully quiet, realizing this might actually be important and they should probably listen in.

"I'm in an alley near a club called uh...it's the bear something or the something bear...damn it."

"The twisted griz?" Remus asked, taking the phone from Emile.

"Hey-"Emile protested, but he was kinda happy that he could now put on his coat properly.

"Uh, yeah. That's it. Who-"

"I know the place," Remus says to Emile.

Emile took the phone back. “Alright, Elliott, we're on our way now, just stay calm. Would it be better if someone stayed on the phone with you?"

"Uhm. Yes, honestly it probably would. But don't. My phone is about to die so..."

"Alright, just stay calm. Take deep breaths, we'll be there soon."

"Thanks..."

Emile hung up. "I have to take them to a hospital."

Remy and Remus nodded. "We'll come with you just in case you need an extra set of hands," Remy explains. "And by that, I mean that Remus will help you."

"Thanks, I might need it," Emile said.

"Yes, thank you Remy for volunteering for me." Remus scoffed. "That was so generous."

"You drive," Remy tosses the keys to Remus, ignoring his sarcastic comments.

~~~Remy~~~

They found Elliott almost immediately.

They were all alone, eyes weary and full of tears as blood dripped down their face. Clearly, they were very scared and in a lot of pain.

Their face turn bright red once they all got out of the car to help. "Elliott, are you ok?" Emile asked softly.

"I'm fine, I'm really really sorry about this I-" They grunt in pain. 

"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Emile turns to Remus who was already examining Elliott's leg. "This is my boyfriend, Remus. He's a doctor-doctor."

"He didn't hear what I said about doctors, did he?" Elliott asked, nervous.

"What did you say about doctors? "Remus asked, amused.

"They said you guys are creepy." Emile says. 

Remus chuckled. “Well, you're not wrong.” 

Elliott smirked at that.

Remus grabbed his flashlight and took a look at Elliott's head.

"Are they ok?" Emile asked.

"Yeah, but this puppy is broken," Remus says pointing to their leg. "They probably have a concussion, and definitely need some stitches."

Elliott sighs in agony. “Stitches, are you sure?"

"It's ok." Remus interrupts. "I'm gonna call an ambulance." He pulled out his phone to call, but just as he started to dial, Elliott started to breath heavily and shouted "Wait, stop!"

"Why?" Remus asked. “What's wrong?"

"Are you sure we need that?" Elliott asked, sounding out of breath. “You sure I need-" they were panicking, breathing faster and faster.

"Deep breaths, Elliott." Emile says calmly. "Everything is going to be ok."

"I can't ride in an ambulance, Picani. I can't. I'd rather my leg fall off on its own!" They cried.

"Okay, well. We're not going to let that happen." Remus says. “But we will drive you if that's better."

They nod. "Okay."

"Alright. So, Elliott. We need to get you to the car. So, we're going to have to carry you. Is that alright?" Emile asked.

Elliott's breath was still very fast, and their face was still very red, but they nodded. They're embarrassed and they just wanted this whole thing to be over.

"Alright. Can you help me lift them, Remus?"

Remus nodded. He grabs one side of Elliot while Emile grabbed the other. Taking their hand first and throwing their arms around each of their necks. Then they grab each of their legs and carefully lifted them of the ground.

Remy watched them struggle from a safe distance (They were always more of a supervisor anyway) until their phone started ringing "Sup' slut? Oh, hey Virge! What's up, girl?"

“Hey, Rem. Where the hell are you guys? It's freezing out here.” 

Remus reminded. “Move their leg as little as possible. We don't want it to get worse than it is."

"Oh, we're just kidnapping another non-binary. Typical Friday night stuff. What are you doing?" Remy asked. 

“Standing outside your house, freezing. Waiting for someone to open the door.” Virgil says. 

“Fun.” Remy says. “Well, we're not there so…movie night is kinda canceled.” 

“What?” 

"Just set them in the passenger's seat." Emile says as they try to get Elliott in the car.

Remy hummed. "Uhm, there might be a spare key in the froggy flowerpot thingy."

“The what?” Virgil asks. 

“Froggy flowerpot thingy!” Remy says louder. 

“Ow!” Elliott shouts. 

“Sorry.” Remus says. 

"Seatbelt." Emile reminds. "I'll drive."

“It's not there.” Virgil says.

Remy rolled their eyes, "What do you mean it's not there?” 

“It's not there!” 

“Well, I don't have time to help you find it, Virgie. I'm too busy being a good person.” 

“Logan and I drove thirty minutes for this, it better be an emergency.” Virgil says. 

Elliott grunted. "I'm so sor-"

"Don't you dare apologize." Remus interrupts. He's not accepting any apologies, because they didn't need to give him one.

“It is!” Remy says. 

“Is anyone hurt?” 

“Mhm.” Remy responds. 

“Well, what can we do?” Virgil asks. 

"I don't know, smash a window, go sleep with Logan, dig a hole to China, the possibilities are unlimited." Remy says.

“That's not what I-” Virgil sighs. “Put Emile on the phone.” Virgil demands. 

"Remy?" Emile called.

"Gotta go, Virge. Good luck!" They hung up quickly and jumped into the backseat.

"Emergency room field trip, fun." Remus jokes.

"I'll let everyone know we can't do it tonight." Remy says. "Where is our spare key by the way?"

"I gave it to Roman. Why?" Remus asks.

Remy nodded, "Virgil might break a window to get in our house.”

“What?!” Emile asks. 

“You know how cold he gets! Virgil is an endangered species!” Remy says. 

"Shit. Did I interrupt something important?" Elliott asks, "I'm so so sor-"

"If I have to hear one more apology, Elliott." Remus warned.

"Ok, ok. Thank you." They say instead. 

"That's better." Remus says.

"It's going to be ok, Elliott." Emile smiles, "we'll be there soon."

~~~~Elliot~~~~

They waited as patiently as they could in the waiting room. They couldn't move or anything, they're just immobilized in a wheelchair while waiting for someone to give them a panic attack in exchange for a cast and possibly some stitches.

They had a breakdown in front of their therapist, and they weren't even in therapy. This was far from the most embarrassing experience in Elliott's life, but it was definitely up there.

"Should we maybe call Mitchell for you?" Emile asked.

Elliott shook their head. "Don't bother, he'll call me when he wants to."

"Are you sure?"

Elliott nods.

"Alright."

"Elliott Stokes?" a nurse asks.

"That's me." They say.

"Alright, Sir. We're ready for you."

"I'm non-binary." They explain.

"My apologies, is Mx okay?” The nurse asks. 

Elliott nods. 

Before Elliott knew it, they were moving. Panic struck them hard. They looked back at Remus and Emile who were holding hands and smiling at one another in a comforting way.

Is that what relationships were supposed to look like? Elliott doesn't even remember the last time Mitchell and they held hands.

Great, now they're crying again. This was going to be just great.

~~~Logan~~~

Virgil and Logan waited outside on the porch steps and talked until they got the text from Remy.

Virgil sighed. Logan gave them a concerned look, so he held up his phone to show him. "Officially cancelled."

"Good timing," Logan says, eyes rolling.

"Wasn't their fault. Apparently, a friend of Emiles broke their leg. Remy texts better than they talk.” 

Logan nodded. "It still would've been nicer to know before sitting out here in the snow for twenty minutes. Are you alright?"

"I really wanted them to meet you," Virgil said. “But, I'm also kinda relieved that I don't have to people anymore today."

"Next time," Logan says, rubbing Virgil's' arm affectionately as an attempt to comfort him…or warm him. "I was planning on leaving early anyway due to your attack earlier.” 

"Lo, I'm fine. Attacks happen."

Logan helped him up, and the two of them started walking back to their car. "This was your third attack this week. I think you need a better coping mechanism."

Virgil shoved his hands in his pockets, "I cope."

"How?"

Virgil didn't reply.

Two guys started walking towards them in opposite directions. Logan really didn't care to notice until one of them was waving happily at Virgil. "Oh. Hey, Virge. What's going on? What happened?"

"Hey, Pat. They canceled; didn't you get the group text?" Virgil asked.

Patton shook his head. "You know, I really need to get this gosh darn phone fixed." He tisked, shaking his head again and grabbing his phone.

Without even a proper introduction of the first character, the other person made their way to them. "Just got their text.” He sighs. "I hope everyone is ok."

"Yeah," Virgil agreed. "That really sucks. Broken legs…I mean.” 

"Hey, since we're all here anyway, why not make the most of it?" Patton suggests.

"Well, I do have their spare key. I highly doubt they'll want company after an emergency like this." Roman explains.

“So you're the one who stole the key.” Virgil accuses. 

“It's not stealing, I just still have stuff to move from their house!” Roman says. 

“Likely story.” Viegil says. 

“Anyway- maybe we could go do something else? Since we're all here.” Roman says. 

"We could go get something to eat," Patton suggests.

"I'm Logan by the way," Logan shook Roman and Patton's hands.

"I'm Patton, this is Roman." He introduces. “It's so nice to finally meet you!” 

Roman lifts his eyebrow as he shakes Logan's hand. He really took his time to look over Logan. He whispers, "I have a long list of questions concerning Virgil and your relationship that I need answered. It's nothing personal, though I will kill you if you hurt my little emo."

"What?" Logan asked.

"He's joking!" Virgil shouts. But realizing he was now the center of attention, he pulled his hood and covered their face, trying to hide from everyone. Logan wasn't sure what to do, so he placed a hand on his shoulder.

They all decided to go out to dinner. A familiar, healthy, but not so expensive diner was their best option (Though Roman insisted on paying for everyone anyway, apparently he had money that even Patton was surprised to know.) 

Virgil remained quiet most of the night, but still smiled whenever someone would look him in the eye.

Logan knew something was wrong, and it wasn't just the anxiety. He wanted to help somehow. He wanted to do something to help...he just doesn't know what.

After a pleasant (slightly awkward) dinner with Patton and Roman, they all started to walk back to their cars. "Thank you for a nice evening, it was really nice meeting you both." Logan says.

Patton and Roman smile.

"Is the evening over already?" Roman asked.

"Yeah, we could go see a movie or something," Patton suggests.

Logan looked at Virgil. "Another time, I have some work to do tomorrow."

"Oh alright." Patton says. 

Roman and Patton both hugged Virgil and shook Logan's hand goodbye.

Then Logan took Virgil's hand and lead him to their car. 

~~~ Remus~~~

Emile tapped his foot nervously, eyes not moving away from where Elliott was taken. Remus hasn't seen him this stressed out since his mother was in the hospital last year. (Broke her hip, but she's okay now.)

When was the last time Emile regressed? It had to have been at least a month. This was definitely going to push him over the edge, he was definitely going to need some little time tomorrow.

"Em?" Remus asked.

Emile only hummed in response.

"They'll be ok." Remus reminded. He grabbed his hand and held it tight. "I promise, they're in good hands."

"But what If something happens while they're in there?" Emile asked, he even sounded stressed out. He started to bite his nails until Remus grabbed his other hand and held on.

"Like what?" Remus asks.

"Well, what if they have another break down? Or a panic attack, or-." He started to breathe heavier, not quite a panic attack, but he was definitely panicked.

"They're going to be fine, baby. I promise." Remus says. 

Emile nods. "Yeah, they'll be fine.” He said to himself, unconvincingly.

"You really care about them. Don't you?" Remus asked, grabbing something out of his bag.

"I care about all my patients." Emile says. 

"Oh yeah, for sure. Me too," Remus says. “Does Kai have your cell phone number?"

"What?"

"Does Kai have your number?"

Emile shook his head. “No.” 

"Dot, Larry, Corbin, Solone?"

He shook his head again. "Nope, just Elliott..."

"Why?"

"When patients leave, I like to feel like I've helped them somehow. I feel a sense of pride. And even if I don't. Most of the time I know they have support from someone else. But not with Elliott. They have no one."

"They have a boyfriend, right?"

Emile looked back at the door to make sure Elliott wasn't coming back yet, then turned back to Remus and shook his head. "I'm not so sure."

Remus nods, rubbing Emile's arm. "I get it."

"If something happens-"

"Nothing is going to happen except Elliott getting proper treatment for their injuries. I promise, everything will be ok."

Emil sighed. "Ok."

"Here," Remus hands him his small stitch pop-it.

"Thanks," He smiles, gladly taking it. "You know we may have to take them home with us, right?"

"Yeah. I figured as much." Remus says. 

"Good."

“Mkay, their machines suck so I found a starbucks.” Remy came back with coffee for all of them, knowing they'd be there for a bit.

“Thanks, Remy.” Emile says. 

“This is surprisingly sweet of you.” 

“I'm not sweet, I'm just bored. Hospitals are boring!” Remy says. 

“We'll be back home soon.” Remus says. “Just hang in there.” 

~~~Virgil~~~

And as Logan and Virgil got back to their car, Virgil took a deep breath. "You don't have work tomorrow."

"I know." Logan says. "I just didn't want you to feel overwhelmed again."

Virgil unbuckled their seatbelt to move closer to Logan. "Can I kiss you?"

Logan nodded. "I'd like that."

He leans over and kisses him softly. "Thanks."

"Virgil?"

"Yeah?"

"We need to talk about your anxiety." Logan says. 

Virgil moved back to his seat. "This was supposed to be a nice little moment, Lo."

Logan sighed, "I'm sorry, but I'm concerned about you."

"I know you are." Virgil says. 

"Virge, please tell me what happened today. What caused the panic attack?"

"Maybe I don't want to talk about it." Virgil says, leaning back and crossing his arms.

Logan licked his lips. "Alright. You of course don't have to. But if there is something I can do... I promise I'd be more than willing. I'm here for you. Always." Logan grabbed Virgil's hand and squeezed it gently.

Virgil moved his hand away, he tried to hide the tears from Logan by facing the window, while Logan just focused on driving him home.

They didn't deserve Logan's support.

~~~Elliott~~~

"Do you have a place to stay tonight, Elliott?" Emile asked on the drive back.

They nod. “Yeah, if you can just drop me off at my apartment. I'll be fine."

"Do you have a roommate or anyone in case something happens?"

"I mean, no but-"

"Yeah, you're staying with us." Emile says.

They lick their lips. "Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I'm sorry, it's either that or he calls you every hour to make sure you're breathing," Remus says.

Elliott nods, it's not like they were going to change his mind.

When they arrived at their apparent, Emile unbuckled his seatbelt. "Okay, we're going to need your keys."

"What?"

"You're going to need something to wear." he says. “Your clothes are covered in blood."

"I don't need anything, I'll be fine." They insist.

"Elliott, we're not going to judge you." Emile explains. "You need clothes. And you're not going to be able to walk up and down those stairs every day, I won't have it."

"Alright, fine." they sigh handing him their key. "Just take into consideration though that this is me trusting you. That's not easy for me."

"I appreciate that. Is there anything specific we should grab?"

"My makeup bag?" They asked, "I keep it under the sink."

"Got it, anything else?"

Yes...but no.

"Just some clothes, I guess." Elliott says. 

They wanted their Paci and their blanket but that was way too much. Picani didn't have to know everything.

"Alright. Remus, stay here to make sure they don't move it- move it."

Remy rolled their eyes, "does it ever end?"

"You got it." Remus says.

Remy and Emile walked inside the apartment, and Elliott just hoped that they wouldn't find their little gear. They're a big enough freak already.

~~~Afterwards~~~

"Thanks for letting me crash on your couch.” Elliott says. 

"Well, since we wouldn't let you go home, I'd say it was the least we could do." Emilie says, making up the couch for them.

"Either way, I appreciate it. I don't know what I would've done if you weren't there for me tonight."

"It's really no problem.” He says. “Goodnight, Elliott."

"Night." Elliott smiles.

Dr Picani went upstairs and so Elliott decided to check to see if they packed their makeup remover. It's not really healthy to sleep with makeup on. But to their dismay, they found their pacifier in the front pocket.

Oh…shit. 

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Possum:

If you like this story, please comment and let me know that you do. It's really the best modification. Because I'm an adhd racoon who forgets that they're writing something.

This is a re-write/re-edit. Of an older fic of mine. (Don't go looking for the original. It's really bad. I didn't know how to write then ig.

I just really love Elliott and was disappointed that there wasn't any little!Elliott content and them created a big complicated story that very few people were interested in.

I also have an age regression roleslaying with Roman fic I'd love to re-write. Let me know if you'd be interested in that one.

Anyway have a wonderful day, lovelies! 💖💖💖

[lonely-little-boy0-0]

Patton Sanders Agere Moodboard + Headcanons

💙 Regresses to younger ages, mainly toddler

🍪 Very cuddly

🥏 Carries stuffed animals everywhere

🤍 Likes sweets

🛝 Makes friendship bracelets for everyone

x x x | x x x | x x x

[star-struck-wonderland]

~Logan Stimboard!~

💙 🔎 💙 / 🔎 💙 🔎 / 💙 🔎 💙

[theogclownboy]

my caregiver figures

Using the list of stuff I draw and picking characters from the list (plus a gif for funsies) also y'all can reblog this with your own caregiver figures

1: Imposter Dan (Dan vs)

He's a papa figure

2: Chris (Dan vs)

Big bro vibes

3: Lucifer (hazbin hotel)

He is duckie dad!

4: Stolas (helluva boss)

Space papa!

5: Blitz (helluva boss)

Fun uncle vibes

6: Ozzie + Fizzy (helluva boss)

They look like they'd protect me all the time

7: Discord (mlp)

Chaos papa >:]

8: Caine (tadc)

I'd love the adventures!

9: Kinger (tadc)

Silly old man

10: Frank (welcome home)

He seems stern but nice

11: Poppy (welcome home)

She would be so gentle and would bake with me!

12: Gideon/Gordon (Scott Pilgrim)

I would watch anime with him

13: Aziraphale (good omens)

I want him to read to me

14: Nanny ashtoreth (good omens)

She is so cool!!!

15: Patton (sander sides)

He's literally called dad!

16: Logan (sander sides)

I wanna learn stuff from him

17: Red guy (dhmis)

Chill dad or big bro

18: Commander peepers (wander over yonder)

Dude is a caregiver for lord hater already

19: David (camp camp)

Forest father

20: Gwen (camp camp)

She's cool aunt vibes

21: King dice (cuphead)

Casino dad

22: Bryce tankthrust (Brandon Rogers)

She is so badass!

23: Bobby worst (Brandon Rogers)

He's fresh out of jail uncle

24: Wilford warfstache (Markiplier)

Silly papa vibes!

25: Engineer Mark (Markiplier)

Overprotective and caring big bro

26: Jackieboyman (jacksepticeye)

Cool big bro!

27: wammawink (centaur would)

A bit of an overprotective mama

28: Simon (adventure time)

Stressed dad that I wanna help

29: Beetlejuice (movie)

Weird dad

30: Beetlejuice (musical)

Just a silly big bro!

[thorin-baby-bear]

Cg!Virgil and Little!Logan agere mood board :33

[sleepy-harper]

Aunt Caregiver janus sanders icons 4 the-angels-safe-haven 🩵

F2U!! creds + likes & rbs appreciated!!

[lil-mushr00m]

Princess

Caregiver! Janus, Patton, Logan, and Virgil.

Little! Roman

(You'll notice a running theme in my agere fanfics- I'm cooked for cg Janus specifically)

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Roman is a prince.

Roman enjoys being a prince, he enjoys acting like a prince and dressing like a prince because that is who he is—while not in a literal sense that would be incredibly helpful when it came to indulging in his pretend games though—and while he enjoys being a prince, he had a problem. His dilemma was confusing and annoying, cause he is a prince. A boy.

But sometimes he wants to be a boy and a princess. He wanted the frilly dresses and pretty makeup. He wanted to be called girly pet names that made his ears go red. Sure, boys can wear dresses and stuff too, but the others always assure him how manly he is, even when in a dress, and most of the time he appreciates it because most of the time he wants to be a little prince.

But every once in a while, including today, he woke up with the burning urge to throw such a title out the window. He still wanted to be perceived as regal, because he is very much royalty, so he couldn't help but feel his chest tighten a bit when he peered up, having cuddled up in one of his caregivers' beds the night before rather than his own, and had Patton smiling sweetly at him, his glasses not yet on. The words fell from his lips naturally, and Roman wanted to whimper. It sounded wrong.

"Morning little prince, did you sleep well?" Patton whispered sweetly, they liked to ease into loud amounts of noise in the morning, as waking up isn't easy for any of them except for Logan and Patton.

Roman decided maybe if he wasn't little, then he didn't have to be a prince today. "Sorry Pat, not little anymore," He says, chuckling softly, his voice cracking a bit at the end at the obvious lie. Patton seemed to just pass it off as a morning quirk and chuckled, giving him a head kiss.

"No need to apologize, that's fine. You hungry?" He asks, gently pulling away and Roman immediately missed the comforting feeling of his strong dad's arms around him. He didn't complain though, he merely nodded his head and sat up, fisting at his eyes with a little grumble.

It was going to be a long day, he could tell.

"Alright kiddo! I'll start on some pancakes!" Patton chirps, far too chipper at such an hour. Roman only bobbed his head and watched him leave, unable to hold back his sigh of relief. Sliding out of bed, he wanted to change into something frilly—something pretty. He wanted to have his caregiver call him a cute little princess as he twirled and showed them a pretty dress or tutu. He could wear it any day he knows, he wears dresses all the time but it wasn't the same.

He decided to indulge in his desire, even if he didn't put on a frilly one, which he kept for his little space. He slipped on a white, high-rise skirt that came up to about his mid-thigh, along with a cute red sweater. It's simple, yet cute, and suits him. He felt a lot better now that he dressed up a bit.

After he was dressed he headed downstairs, not at all surprised to find Virgil on the counter, sipping tiredly at a mug filled with coffee. Logan opted to sit at the table, unlike the emo fiend, also drinking coffee. Roman didn't particularly like coffee, he only liked it if it was in a very complicated order at Starbucks to the point where it didn't even taste like coffee. Not that it mattered anyway, he wasn't typically allowed caffeine, which is fair, he didn't need it anyway, his brain already raced a thousand times a second.

"Morning my chemically imbalanced Romance!" Roman cheered, attempting to act as normal as possible, as if had wasn't on the verge of slipping. Couldn't be him.

Virgil seemed to notice his lack of his usual "Mornin' Vee Vee!" And grunted. "Morning, princey." Roman hoped he didn't catch the way he deflated at the name. Because he didn't.

"I'm surprised you aren't regressed," Logan states bluntly as he glanced up from a book he seemed to be reading. Who starts reading so early in the morning? Roman doesn't know, but apparently, Logan is one of them.

"Woke up big." Roman says with a shrug, trying not to shrink as Logan eyed him. Stupid mom senses, he probably saw right through him!

"Well, I'm sure you'll regress soon. You rarely wake up big, especially seeing you don't have work until the late afternoon," Logan points out. Roman merely shrugged and was glad he did not have work today because he wasn't sure he would last out in the world. He would surely slip faster than any other.

Then of course the last person he wanted to be around at the moment walked in. He looked exhausted and immediately went for the coffee machine. Now Roman wanted some, it seemed like all the big people were drinking it! And he's a big boy right now!

"Can I have coffee?" He blurts out, and Virgil snorts.

"I thought you were big?"

"I am," Roman huffs out defensively.

"Then why are you asking our permission?" Logan adds in, a bit amused himself and Roman flushed heavily.

"W-Well- I-I-!"

"Roman," interrupted Janus as he strolled over. "You don't like coffee."

"Do too!" Roman insists.

"Fine then," Janus says, setting down his mug on the table. "Prove it, little prince."

Roman glared at him for the name, and Janus smirked in response. Roman hated his stupid smirk! Their teasing made him feel all small!

"I will!" He huffs, far too stubborn for his own good. He tugged the mug over and frowned as it was rather hot. He didn't particularly care for hot beverages. He lightly blew on it before sipping. Immediately, he tried to school his expression but was actively failing, earning multiple snickers around the room.

"Oh yes, you seem to have enjoyed yourself," Janus teases, gently taking the mug back before having a seat.

"It's not my fault you drink it black!" Roman complains. "It's gross like that."

"Well, kiddo," Patton chuckles out. "That's how most adults like it." He explains, heading over with a few plates of breakfast, and Roman wasn't very happy to find Patton had cut his up his meal for him! He had told him he's big! He is!

"Patton, I'm big," He complains loudly for what felt like the hundredth time that morning, crossing his arms as he glared at him slightly. Patton merely gave him a sweet smile.

"Sorry sweet prince, it's a habit."

Roman grimaced at the name. He thought saying he was big was gonna make them call him by his name! He felt rather frustrated, and he showed this by shoving his plate forward and slumping in his chair. Everyone's eyes fell on him now, but he kept his petty glare on the table.

"Roman," Came Janus' calm, yet firm voice. "That's enough now, Patton didn't mean to cut it up. He's used to you being little in the morning. And I have to say, I'm not quite convinced you aren't little with your behavior."

Roman flushed at the scolding and he held back a whine and kicked his feet under the table. They were dumb! Dumb! Dumb! Dumb!

"Not little!" He hisses, his tone higher in pitch than he had made it before.

"And why not?" Patton asks, all too soft for Roman to handle. "Why don't you wanna be little baby?" He hated that tone. It was the tone he used when he was trying to drag information out of him, and Roman hated that, too!

Roman only whined and felt his eyes prick with tears. His bottom lip trembled and he quickly stood up and bolted out of the kitchen, ignoring the protests from his usual caregivers. He headed down the hall to his room and slipped under the bed, burying his sobs into his arms as he allowed his head to fall forward. His body curled in on itself and his fingers firmly slid into his mouth as he began aggressively sucking on them for a source of comfort. As he hiccupped around his fingers, soft footsteps only had him sliding further towards the wall, wanting to be far away from everyone and anyone!

He watched with blurry vision as Janus peeked under the bed, crouching to his level, and was quick to lay on his stomach. He rested his head on his hand as he tilted his head to the side curiously.

"My dear prince—" Roman sobbed louder at the name. "Why are you so upset?" Janus asks, and his tone made goosebumps crawl up Roman's skin and his chest went warm and fuzzy, but it didn't stop the tears from barreling down his cheeks.

"N-Not Little!" He cries, pressing himself further into the corner, hiding his face away, feeling ashamed for such childish sobs and whines that left his throat, but his head was feeling fuzzier than it should, and he knew his statement wasn't at all true.

As did Janus.

"That's not it," Janus insists quietly. "How am I supposed to fix the issue if you won't tell me what it is hm? I promise I won't be upset, my sweet prince."

"N-Notta prince!" He finally whimpers out, the tone so quiet and vulnerable, and Janus seems to freeze at his words, eyebrows pinched in concern.

"Darling, what do you mean?"

Roman sniffled, and somehow, he found the courage to peek at the man again, his bottom lip quivering as he choked down another cry. "Don' wanna be a prince..."

"I see," Janus murmurs. "What do you wanna be then dear?"

Roman bit down on his lip and his cheeks began to warm in embarrassment. "Princess..."

Janus blinked. And then again. And once more.

Oh. Oh.

"Oh, my sweet princess," Janus all but croons. "Oh, baby, why didn't you say something? My dear—oh of course you can be our little princess."

"B-Buh- still a boy!!"

"And still my beautiful little princess anyway," Janus assures with a soft smile, beckoning out from under the bed, greatful when he gave in and crawled out from his hiding spot. He crawled into Janus' lap and leaned into his chest, hiccuping tears while Janus cradled his hand through his hair. "You can be a boy and a princess dear, I wish you would have told us sooner, but no matter what can I do to make you much more comfortable, baby?" He asks, swiping his gloved thumbs against his cheeks, wiping away the tears that rushed down the others' faces.

Roman sniffled, fisting at his eyes, it nearly felt too good to be true, but he wouldn't deny such a sweet offer. "Wanna be a princess," He repeats softly, and Janus nods, gently helping him to his feet, holding his hand in his.

"Then a princess, you shall be my dear. Next time we're upset, we use our words, though, yes? We can't help if we don't know the problem, little one, do you understand?" Janus asks, his tone sickeningly sweet as he leads Roman off towards his closet, scrambling through it to find the perfect outfit for his dear princess.

Roman, who was already regressed but was attempting to fight it, gave into his headspace and allowed his shoulders to slump and relax, watching excitingly as Janus' fingers skimmed against his clothing. He nodded along to his sweet tone that swayed his regressing mind, wrapping his brain into a warm hug that had him floating. "Uh-huh," He murmurs. "M'have the frilly one?" He asks, pointing to a pretty pink, frilly skirt that he had hidden near the back, grinning as Janus immediately plucked it off the hanger.

"Of course, anything for you my pretty princess," Janus croons softly. "Let's get you changed and then it's someone's breakfast time. I'll warm it up for you in the microwave, how does that sound baby boy?"

Roman smiled big, his cheeks slightly pink and he absolutely swooned as Janus continued to call him a boy. This felt right, he felt so right.

"Sounds awesome Janny! Thankies! Thankies!"

"Of course princess, anything for you."