#also are they giving them stuffed dinosaurs instead of bouquets???

[mkstrigidae]

Also, genuinely think that was the BEST floor routine we've seen from Simone since her comeback like holy shit way to pull it out when it counts

[nottamoxxie]

Give me something to hold onto: Chapter 1

Summery:

Age regression AU: Stolas and Blitzø are friends. And when they find out the other regresses, they now want to take care of each other.

But can the Imp and the Owl overcome what had broken them?

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SFW Age regression is a coping mechanism and it's fun, nothing else. DNI if you don't want to read it.

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💜🦉Little!Stolas and Little!Blitzø🐴❤️

This is for everyone who wanted more Little!Stolas content! 💜💜

⚠️May get angsty in later chapters, but for the most part, nothing too triggering, just in case there will be TW above every chapter.⚠️

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This work is an Age regression fic. So there will be things such as: Diapers, pacifiers, cribs, bottles, exc.

(Tbh, I'm not 100% sure what this'll have.)

It'll be mostly fluff/comfort.

But it will also have:

Cursing, mentioning abuse, trauma, substance use, and talking about mental illness.

Mind the Trigger warnings at the beginning.

🧸Age regression itself is not sexual, it's a SFW coping mechanism and it's valid Af. 💖❤️🩹

"Have you heard from the news? Clouds are falling from the sky, and everything that's pink is now blue?" -Little space, Sxye.

~~~Stolas and Blitzø:~~~

At the alter Blitzø and Stolas stood.

They gazed into each other's eyes, smiling.

Stolas held a beautiful bouquet he had borrowed, and Blitzø was wearing a beautiful blue boutonniere.

They smiled at the realization that their old lives would transform into their new life together.

"Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness this man and this man in holy macaroni."

"Holy what?" Stolas whispers.

No one acknowledged the question "Do you take this man to be your lovely wedding husband?"

"Um, yes. Yes, I do." Stolas says.

"And do you take this man to be YOUR lovely wedding husband?"

"I don't think you're saying that right." Stolas says.

Blitzø shushed him. "I do too."

"I now pronouns you, husband and husband! You may kiss the-"

"Wait- stop!" Someone yells in the crowd.

Audible gasps fill the room as a green frog runs into the room.

"What the..?" Blitzø asks.

"You can't marry him! I love him!" The frog says.

"Stolas!" Blitzø scolds. "He can't say that!"

"Why not?" Stolas asks, holding a toy frog in his hand.

"Because he's already in love." Blitzø explains. "Remember? He married the rooster last week!"

"Ohh right." Stolas says. "Sorry, I forgot."

"Yeah, so...the snake can interrupt instead." Blitzø compromised, handing Stolas a snake stuffed animal.

"Okay." Stolas says happily. "Stop! I love him!" Stolas shouts, playing with the snake plushie now.

Another gasp fill the room as the snake declares his love Blitzø's toy dinosaur.

"Snakey?!" Blitzø gasps.

"I love you, Dino. Please don't marry the Imp!" The snake says.

"Snakey, I can't love you anymore." Blitzø says.

"But...why not? I always loved you!" Mr snake says.

"Cuz, I'm marrying the Imp now." The dinosaur says.

"Marry me instead please?" Snakey asks politely.

"Nah." Blitzø said.

"...please?" Snakey asks again.

"No thank you. I'm good." Blitzø says.

"Oh...okay...well...I guess you'll die then." Snakey said casually.

"Wait, what!?" The Imp and dinosaur ask.

"Pew!" The snake pulls out a water gun.

"Nooo!!!" Stolas's imp plush shouts.

"I'll save you, honey!" Blitzø says, throwing the dinosaur in front of the defenseless imp.

Both Stolas and Blitzø laughed.

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Okay, it wasn't a real wedding. They were marrying Blitzø's stuffed dinosaur and Stolas's stuffed imp.

Stolas and Blitzø love marrying their stuffed animals to each other when they were regressed; it makes them happy.

So, for some context: let's go back a little to see what exactly is going on here...

~~~Past, A year ago:~~~

"Prince Stolas?"

Stolas started choking on his drink, coughing and heaving, but then assured everyone who might've cared: "I'm fine!"

"We caught this nasty imp trying to sneak into your chambers, what should we do with him?" One of the hellhounds asked, not worrying at all about Stolas.

"Into my chambers, really? Oh, well. That is, concerning." Stolas clears his throat. "Just leave him to me, I will handle him accordingly." He smiles.

The two Hellhounds shrug and drop Blitzø on the hard ground.

"Follow me, Imp." Stolas orders, leading Blitzø through the castle.

With limited options, Blitzø listened and followed the bird as told.

They pass by a hallway and Blitzø looks at the pictures on the wall.

There was a picture of young Stolas, and his weirdo father who still gave Blitzø a strange feeling just by the picture alone.

Blitzø cringes, not one of his fond childhood memories.

Then, a picture of Stolas and what appears to be his wife...? But, he looks miserable. How can he be so rich, married, and be so miserable?

Not his business, he supposed, it's not like he knew Stolas.

Then, a picture of Stolas with a kid...

Huh. Good for him. He has a kid.

He looked happy there at least. He looks miserable in the other pictures,

Blitzø thinks about his own daughter at home... he has to talk himself out of this! "Look, I didn't mean to interrupt your- whatever- party? I was just trying to-"

"Don't bother with excuses, I know why you were here." Stolas says.

"You do?" Blitzø cringes, regretting his decision for a moment as Stolas closed the door, trapping them both in Stolas's bedroom.

"Yes, you are here to ravish me, weren't you?" Stolas asks dramatically, posing himself against the door.

"Uhhhhhh, you?" Blitzø asks.

"Why else would you be breaking into my room?" He jokes. "You could've asked to visit you know, it's been a long time, but I have a very good memory." He smiles cutely and claps his hands so the room's candles lit up.

"Oh, yeah." Blitzø laughs, not really expecting Stolas to remember him. Suddenly, catching his eye was the book he was after, behind Stolas at the top of his bookshelf.

He needs that fucking book!

He leaned in closer, playing along with Stolas's little game. "Well, you know, I figured since you're a prince and all it might just be easier to scale the walls and slip on in." Blitzø says. "Certainly is easier than going through your fucking staff..."He mumbles.

"One would think you might be here for nefarious reasons, if you are sneaking in during the cover of night." Stolas says.

Blitzø was a little confused...since it's still the daytime. But he figured playing along would be better. "Well, I wanted to crash the party, and it's always more fun you know to make an entrance!" Blitzø lies.

Stolas chuckles. "I recall how you enjoy making an entrance!" They walk to the couch in Stolas's room and sit down together. "So, over two decades since I last saw you. Are you still a circus clown?"

"Oh no, not anymore. I kill people now." Blitzø says.

"Oh dear, how afraid should I be?" Stolas asks.

"Well...I mean..." Blitzø looks at something behind Stolas that made him look anxious.

Stolas looks at him confused.

"Uh- how afraid do you wanna be?" ~ Blitzø asks seductively, getting closer to Stolas and taking his hand.

Stolas stepped back. "Uhm, well..." he looks behind him reluctantly, not sure where exactly Blitzø was going with this when...

He looks back at Blitzø confused. "Were you trying to steal from me?" Stolas asks.

"Uhh...what?" Blitzø wasn't sure how to answer that.

Stolas raises an eyebrow and hums. "Wouldn't be the first time," he crosses his arms, "now would it?"

Blitzø was now the nervous one. "No no, I was definitely here because you're...uh, cute?" He suggested.

"Mhm." Stolas tilts his head. "So, you aren't after...this?" Stolas asks, using magic to grab his grimoire.

Blitzø lies. "Nope, just...you. You fucking hot bird, you."

"Look- I'm sorry...what's your name again?" Stolas asks. "It's like glitzo? Or something, right?"

"It's Blitzø..." he says, crossing his arms.

"Blitzø? Didn't it have an O in it before?" Stolas asked. "Like, a clown name? I distinctly remember you having a-"

Blitzø rolls his eyes, his tail swinging back and forth in irritation. "Well, not anymore. It's silent now."

Stolas nods. "Alright...Blitzø. As much as I think you're...very...alluring. I doubt very much you feel the same way about me. I have very fond memories of us as kids, and I wouldn't enjoy seeing you get arrested. So, if I promise not to kill, arrest, or hurt you in any way, will you please just be honest with me?" He asks. "I'm sick of the lies and manipulation."

Blitzø hesitates. "Well..."

Stolas raises his eyebrows. "Well?"

"Okay, fine! I honestly can't believe I'm actually telling you this shit...but, I need to access the human world." Blitzø says. "And I remembered when we were kids you told me about the book, I thought I could maybe use it..." he admits.

"You listened?" Stolas asks, his pupils dialating.

Blitzø shrugs. "Yeah, course I did. It was interesting."

Stolas couldn't help but smile for a moment, someone actually found something he said interesting? "And you even remembered?" He asks. "How could I forget being sold as a playmate and taken to a castle with the strangest kid in history?" Blitzø asks. Stolas's smile dropped. "Oh...right. But, why do you need access to the human world anyway?" He asks.

"I don't expect you to understand." Blitzø says, rolling his eyes. "My company hasn't been doing so hot lately, we can't get enough kills in to pay for rent, and I can't even afford to pay my employees what I owe them...so, I had an idea. No one is more desperate for vengeance than sinners." He says.

"So, your plan is to kill the living as revenge for the sinners?" Stolas asks.

Blitzø nods. "Yeah. There's a lot of bitter people out there." Blitzø says. "We could make millions with this idea."

"Hm. Interesting." Stolas says. "Well, I'd love to help you, Blitzø. But, this book is very...very...important. I can't just let you have it." He explains.

"I get it. Look- I'll just show myself out." Blitzø says. "Thanks, Stolas." He says.

"For what?" Stolas asks.

"For not killing me." Blitzø says. "I have a daughter at home, though I doubt she'd really notice, eventually she'd run out of food." He jokes.

Stolas's eyes widen. "Blitzø, wait-!"

Blitzø sighs, then turns around. "What?"

Stolas thinks about it. "Okay...you can BORROW my book for your business, but there has to be some ground rules." He says.

Blitzø raises an eyebrow in intrigue. "Okay...?"

"I need you to be careful with it." Stolas says. "It's very important. It's not a toy!" He says. "Don't use any spells you don't recognize."

"Okay." Blitzø says.

"And I need you to return the book every full moon so I can continue my duties." Stolas says.

"Fair enough." Blitzø nods.

"And, I need your phone number." Stolas says.

Blitzø's eyes widen, then he smirks. "Really? Wow, Stolas. Smooth. Didn't know you had it in you-"

Stolas panics. "Wait! No! No no no no...that's not what I- I-I just-"

Blitzø smirks, loving seeing a royal so flustered.

Stolas takes a breather. "I'm married... I just want to be able to contact you in case I need my book back, or something happens!" Stolas says flustered. He rubs his arm anxiously.

"And what exactly do you get out of this deal?" Blitzø asks.

Stolas shakes his head. "I'm a father too. I know it's not always easy." Stolas says. "I dont wabt anything from you except... well," he suggests. "If...you'd like, I mean. We could hang out sometime? We seemed to get along fine as kids... you were the only real friend I had. The only honest one, even if you were a bit...critical and rude and stole from me. I thought about you a lot, and I... I know it sounds absolutely pathetic! But, I could really use a friend right now, my life's a mess!" Stolas says, exasperated.

Blitzø sighs. "I hear ya... my life ain't exactly perfect."

Stolas smiles. "Maybe we can help each other...what do say?" Stolas asks, holding out the book to Blitzø.

Blitzø looks at the book, then up at Stolas...

Stolas smiles.

Blitzø takes it....then pulls Stolas's arm closer with his other hand.

Stolas hoots in surprise as Blitzø grabs a red marker from his jacket and writes his number in Stolas's hand.

"I'll see you on the full moon, Stolas." Blitzø says.

Stolas smiled as Blitzø left as discreetly as possible.

He had a friend!

Things only could get better from here!

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Possum: Lmk if you'd like to be tagged in this story

Idk when I'll update next, but the first 2 chapters are being posted now.

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Valentine's Day prompt?

Buck being super romantic and buying eddie a big bouquet and fancy chocolate. It's not really a prompt but eddie deserves flowers.

For you, my love. 

Buck and Eddie have a date. On Valentine’s Day.

This wouldn’t be such a big deal if the last time Buck went on a Valentine’s date didn’t end up with him in the hospital because he choked on a piece of bread. He really, really doesn’t want to repeat that experience again, thank you very much.

To say that he’s nervous... well, he’ll openly admit that he is. He’s been nervous all week because Eddie is the one who asked him out. It wasn’t just your run of the mill “Hey, Buck, do you want to hang out on Valentine’s day this year? Like as bros?”

No, God isn’t that kind. Buck could handle hanging out as bros on Valentine’s day, no problem.

Instead, the other night, after Christopher had gone to bed and they were chilling on the couch with a couple of beers in hand, Eddie asked him if he would be his Valentine.

Part of Buck wants to claim that Eddie was under the influence of alcohol, that it was a joke, that Eddie wasn’t serious about it.

But then Eddie got nervous when they were on shift together next. Whenever they were alone, just the two of them, Eddie would ask where Buck wanted to go, if he wanted the date to be fancy or not, just trying to figure out what they were going to do on their Valentine’s date.

On their first date.

Look, Buck isn’t going to come out here and say that he’s been in love with him since the day that he and Eddie met. He’s not.

Buck and Eddie have a date. On Valentine’s Day.

This wouldn’t be such a big deal if the last time Buck went on a Valentine’s date didn’t end up with him in the hospital because he choked on a piece of bread. He really, really doesn’t want to repeat that experience again, thank you very much.

To say that he’s nervous... well, he’ll openly admit that he is. He’s been nervous all week because Eddie is the one who asked him out. It wasn’t just your run of the mill “Hey, Buck, do you want to hang out on Valentine’s day this year? Like as bros?”

No, God isn’t that kind. Buck could handle hanging out as bros on Valentine’s day, no problem.

Instead, the other night, after Christopher had gone to bed and they were chilling on the couch with a couple of beers in hand, Eddie asked him if he would be his Valentine.

Part of Buck wants to claim that Eddie was under the influence of alcohol, that it was a joke, that Eddie wasn’t serious about it.

But then Eddie got nervous when they were on shift together next. Whenever they were alone, just the two of them, Eddie would ask where Buck wanted to go, if he wanted the date to be fancy or not, just trying to figure out what they were going to do on their Valentine’s date.

On their first date.

Look, Buck isn’t going to come out here and say that he’s been in love with him since the day that he and Eddie met. He’s not.

Bucks not exactly sure when he fell in love with Eddie.

It wasn’t love at first sight by any means. No, that would have been too easy.

He didn’t wake up one day and decide that he loves him.

It happened slowly, like the way that snow melts at the top of the mountain, turns into a stream that turns into a creek. That creek turns into a river that floods its way through valleys and rips its way down waterfalls.

For Buck, it started out small. It might have even started as a flurry in the sky, minuscule and cold. Then, as the seasons changed, it warmed and, slowly made its way out to sea.

It probably would have been a little easier to process if it was love at first sight or if he just woke up one day and knew that he was in love with Eddie.

Maybe then he wouldn’t have taken quite so long to come to terms with it. Maybe if he had just known, he wouldn’t have spent so much time second-guessing it. Maybe he would have been able to tell him sooner.

The thing about Eddie is he’s thoughtful in ways that Buck has never experienced. He invites Buck along on adventures with Christopher. He invites him over just because and makes sure that Buck is comfortable. He pulls Buck out of his comfort zone, and if he’s honest he didn’t realize he had very many of those left.

Eddie leaves Christopher with his Abuela when he thinks there’s something going on with Buck, especially now, after the lawsuit. He sits down with him over beers and he has this inexplicable way of making Buck feel seen and heard.

If Buck thinks about it long enough, Eddie has shown him throw small acts of love how he loves him. Whether or not it’s a familial type of love, Buck isn’t sure.

What Buck is sure about though, is Eddie made the first move. He’s not the type of person to try to one-up Eddie, by any means, but if Eddie is going through the effort to make the evening special, then by God, is Buck going to try and make it special too.

Maybe, just maybe, Buck is thinking too hard about everything. Maybe this isn’t love that he’s feeling. Maybe the date is just a stupid joke. Maybe Eddie doesn’t actually like him, he just doesn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s Day... again.

Look, Buck also doesn’t want to be alone on Valentine’s day. It’s hard enough having to walk through Target and see all of the shelves lined with red and hearts and enough chocolate to put someone in a coma.

There is a good rebuttal for this being a stupid joke, too. Eddie isn’t cruel. Buck knows Eddie, on a deep and fairly intimate level. You don’t spend years of your life working with someone in such close proximity and not pick up on a trait like that.

If it isn’t love, then what is it?

Look, Buck cared for Abby, sure. He had feelings for Ali that felt pretty close to love. He loves his sister, he loves his team, his family.

Whatever he’s feeling, he’s not sure he’s ever felt it before. These feelings are for Eddie.

He just hopes that Eddie feels the same.

So, Buck gets dressed up. He puts on a white button-down shirt, his best pair of slacks, (that he recently got tailored, thank you very much), and a red tie. He puts on a nice pair of dress shoes that have been sitting in his closet for a while and an overcoat just to complete the look.

Was this too much? It felt like, with Eddie, this could be too much.

Oh well, he was dressed. He wasn’t going to wear sneakers out on their first date, even if he didn’t know where they were going.

On his way over to Eddie’s, he stops at the store. He gets two obnoxious bouquets of flowers, one for Eddie and one for Carla, who is watching Chris tonight. He picks out some chocolates and picks up a few cards, with every intention of writing some sort of over-the-top, cheesy message in them. They deserved it.

He also picks up a stuffed dinosaur that’s holding a heart that says be mine for Christopher, because he immediately thought of him when he saw it and the kid deserves to be spoiled every now and then.

He checks out at the store, then hops in his Jeep. He pulls out a pen from his work bag and pulls out Christophers card first.

Chris, I think you are dinomite, and you make my heart saur Love, Your Bucky

He adds a few little hearts on the envelopes and puts Christopher’s valentines together in one bag before he moves on to Carla’s card.

He pulls out Carla’s card, which simply says I LOVE YOU on the front because it’s Carla. He could tell her that he loved her without it being weird. Carla was Carla and she made sure that everyone in her life knew that they were loved. He loves her to the moon and back. She’s been there for him through it all. He can only imagine how thrilled she is to be watching Chris tonight so that he and Eddie can actually go on a date, like she’s been hinting at for the last year or so, bless her.

Carla, Thanks for being there through it all. Thanks for always being a constant light in all of our lives. I hope you have a great Valentine’s day. You are the tricera-tops Love, Buck.

He kinda wants to stick to the dinosaur theme with Eddie, he’s just not sure how. He could just do something that’s cheesy in general, but he’s not entirely sure what to put. The card itself isn’t too sappy. It has two little cactus’ on it that says stuck on you, which he thought was pretty cute and not over the top. There were some that had full-on love declarations, and he was ready to throw the idea of getting Eddie a card completely out the window until he saw this one.

Buck was stuck on Eddie. He had been since he met him, but especially since he and Ali broke up. Eddie was there. He was there through his leg injury, he was there, pulling him out of bed after the embolism. He was there even after Buck almost lost his kid in a tsunami.

He sat there for a few minutes, trying to decide what to write on Eddie’s card. What works but isn’t too over the top? What will Eddie find cute and thoughtful?

Dear Eddie, I guess you can say that I’ve been stuck on you the last few years. You and Chris mean a lot to me, and I’m excited to actually go on a date with you. Looking forward to more in the future. Love, Buck.

P.S. You can thank google for this awful dinosaur pun (it was UNDER KIDS DINO PUNS I SWEAR). you give me a massive T-rextion.

Maybe the last part was a little too much, but it was Eddie after all. They share inappropriate jokes from time to time and Buck thinks he’ll think it’s funny.

He puts Eddie’s card and chocolates in another bag, then drives to the Diaz house.

He pulls into Eddie’s driveway beside his truck and heads up to the door. His palms are a little sweaty and he’s nervous. More nervous than he actually thought he’d be.

He doesn’t even make it to the door before it’s opened for him.

“Bucky!” Chris says with the biggest grin on his face.

“Hey, Superman, Happy Valentine’s Day,” Buck says and hands him the small bag of Valentine’s he got him.

“For me?” He asks, happily taking it.

“Yep,” Buck assures and steps into the house.

“Well, don’t you look nice,” Carla says with a grin, coming to help him with the door.

“These are for you,” he hums, handing Carla one of the bouquets.

“Oh, darling, you didn’t have to get me anything,” she says, taking them with a smile.

“Oh, and I got you this,” he says and hands her the bag of chocolates and the card he got for her.

“Thank you,” she says with a smile, walking into the kitchen with him. “He’s still getting ready.”

“Okay,” Buck says, feeling his cheeks flush pink.

“You look very handsome,” she tells him and pats his cheek.

“Thanks,” he says, leaning against the kitchen counter.

“Do you want me to let him know you’re here?” She asks like she could sense how nervous he was. Why did Carla have to be so damn perceptive? He loves her.

“No, no, I can do it,” he says, but immediately regrets it. Was it weird to go into Eddies room to tell him that he was there? Should his mouth be this dry? Should he be this nervous?

Carla gives him a gentle push, and that’s all it takes for him to head in the direction of his bedroom. The door is shut, so he knocks on it.

“Come in,” he hears Eddie say from the other side, so he pushes it open and leans against the door frame.

“Hey,” Buck announces his arrival.

“Hey,” Eddie says, turning around with a smile on his face.

Eddie looks... he looks amazing. Buck can’t help but let his gaze linger over the suit that he’s wearing. It’s dark grey, the perfect contrast to Buck’s black, and he’s wearing a tie that is red and black striped, just hanging, waiting to be tied. The whole look is... it’s doing things to Buck.

“Wow, you look amazing,” Buck says before he horribly embarrasses himself by just staring. By the looks of it, Eddie is just as caught up in Buck’s attire.

“So do you,” Eddie says, reaching up to smooth down a few stray hairs.

“Thanks,” he replies with a soft smile. “Oh, here, these are for you,” he says, offering out the treats that he brought him. “There’s, uh, there are flowers in the kitchen for you too.”

“Buck, you didn’t have to buy me flowers,” he tells him earnestly, setting the gift bag on his dresser so that he could finish getting ready.

“I know, but I wanted to,” he says, then steps into his room to help him with his tie.

“Dad! Dad, look at what Bucky got me!” Chris says proudly, holding out the dinosaur Buck bought.

“Wow, míjo, that’s awesome,” Eddie says with a smile, then turns to give Buck an affectionate look. His heart melts a little for it.

“Thanks, Buck!” Chris says, coming into hug his legs. Buck lets go of Eddie’s tie and moves down to hug Christopher.

“Of course, buddy,” he smiles.

Eddie looks into his bag and pulls out the card. He smiles at the chocolates and sets them down on the dresser, pulling out his card.

He looks at the front of the card for a moment, then glances at Buck with a fond, loving expression before he opens it. His smile grows a little wider, and then he snorts, presumably when he reads the comment Buck wrote on the bottom.

“Thanks, Buck,” he says and pulls him into a hug.

“Of course, Eds,” he says, hugging him back.

Christopher pulls Buck out into the living room after that, so that Eddie can finish getting ready. It doesn’t take him much longer, seeing as though he was mostly put together, minus his shoes and his tie. Buck stands up when Eddie comes back into the living room, and ruffles Christopher’s hair.

“You ready?” Buck asks, looking at Eddie.

“Yeah, let me just grab my keys,” he says with a smile.

He grabs his keys from the island in the kitchen, then comes back with a grin on his face.

“What?” Buck asks, smiling back at him.

“Nothing, just the flowers,” he says, gesturing back. “Sunflowers are my favorite.”

Buck looks down at his feet, smiling bashfully. “I know.”