#remus age regression

[littlespacereader]

Hi!!!!!!

Could you do an autistic Little gn y/n with Remus and Sirius Cgs! 🥺 and like a hurt/comfort/ overstimulation kinda story plot, or maybe bullying situation 😅🥰

@shadowlord23 AHHHHHHHH!!!! Amazing request!! My heart!🥺🥹😭😭😭💞💞 First of all I love Remus and Sirius so much!! I might make this a series with how much I enjoyed writing this!! Plus the prompt itself is so adorable🥹💞I hope you don’t mind this this fic focuses more on Remus, but I promise you if you send me another request I will make it around the two home for the holidays! I sincerely hope you enjoy this fic as much as I enjoyed writing it! Thank you for the request @shadowlord23 ! Love ya bestie! 💞

Happy Thanksgiving Everyone!!🦃🍂🍁

Holiday Break🚂🍂

Caregiver! Remus Lupin and GN Little! Reader (SFW!)

Tags - bullying, thumb sucking, hurt/comfort, cuddles, hugs, hand holding

Remus would like to think of himself as not your average Professor. He likes to have fun, steer from the textbook and be more hands on with his students. But more than anything he prides himself of looking out for them, making sure they pass yeah, but more than anything that they’re having a good time in his class.

The holiday break is right around the corner. And with it, finals season. So with the stressful atmosphere, Remus made sure to keep a careful eye on one of his students in particular.

One student peaks his interest. Y/N, in (you fav house). They don’t make eye contact much and they’re more on the quiet side, but they’re always paying attention, always so engaged with the class and the subject despite the early morning hours.

They never asked questions durning the class, always saving their comments for him privately after the rest of the students let out. Their pure excitement for the subject always brings a smile to his face.

Occasionally they may be drawing in their notebook occasionally, or playing with a fidget toy, but Remus always knew it’s their way of focusing on him and his lecture.

But with this he noticed they were picked on by other students, specifically those in Slytherin. Comments here and there, occasionally a small shove when they left the class.

When he saw it, he always called it out, feeling a protectiveness for the kind and gentle student. There was something about them getting picked on, that made the hair on the back is his neck stand up.

He thought he had put an end on it. But he was sadly mistaken…

It was late, far later than anyone should really be up. But Remus was hard at work grading the last of his papers before the holiday break. He didn’t want to bring his work home again. He wanted a nice quiet holiday break, at home with his husband by his side.

He’s already received three letters from his husband today. Just from the sheer number, he could tell Sirius was just as eager to have him home as he was.

The letters entailed the details of what they had to do when he got home, all the holiday errands they had to go on, and the details to his train ride:

I’ll meet you at the station my darling.

See you soon,

Sirius♡

He couldn’t wait…not for the shopping but for being back home. But now? He had a stack of papers to finish grading. He sat at his desk at the head of the class. Dim candle lights lit the quiet classroom as a tired Remus worked though the late night ours.

Suddenly there’s a commotion down the hallways. At this hour? He thought to himself. He stood from his desk listening closely. It sounds like…running.

Before his mind could wonder more the door to his classroom swim open and close fast. There, a panting Y/N presses their back to the door.

“Y/N?” Remus heart drops at the sight of the scared student. Immediately he stands from his desk and rounded it, his arms opening to them.

With tears falling down their face, they ran down the row of desk and into his arms, clinging to him like a lifeline.

Immediately Remus engulfs them into a hug, wrapping his arms around the shaking student. “Y/N, my dear what’s going on? What’s got you so scared?”

The problem was Y/N was beyond words, instead settling for crying in Remus arms, unable to express themselves yet.

Remus tries his best to wrap his head around what’s happening while also comforting the crying student. “You’re okay, I’ve got you, you’re safe now.”

Before he comes to the conclusion of what’s going on, he heard voices in the hallway:

“Where did the baby go?”

“We couldn’t have lost them! They’re not that fast.”

“They probably went in the classroom like last time! Come on!”

The door to his classroom swung he open once again. He felt Y/N hide tighter against him as four students, the same year as Y/N, run into the room in the hopes of finding them alone. They were sadly mistaken.

The two Slytherins, one Ravenclaw and Gryffindor freeze seeing the defense against the dark arts teacher standing comforting a crying Y/N.

Before they could turn to run, Remus calls out to them in a stern voice, “Not another step! Take a seat, all of you this instant or I will have each of your headmasters here.”

He feels Y/N hold onto him a little tighter as the bullies enter the classroom and take a seat at different desk, grumbling as the do so.

He glared at the students, his heart pumping with fury. How long has this been going on? But hearing the small sniffles of the student in his arms, he knew he had to take charge of the situation.

“Y/N,” he say gently, kneeling down to meet their teary eyes, “I want you to go in my quarters and wait for me. I’ll be in there in a minute okay?” He smiles, caressing their face.

But he could see the hesitation in their eyes, the vulnerable uncertainty. “I…’m sorry.”

Remus sighs shaking his head, “You are not in any trouble darling. I just want you to stay safe while I deal with the others. But you are in no trouble what so ever.”

They nod back to him, sticking their thumb in their mouth to soothe them more. But he didn’t think twice of the action, if anything it was making things fall into place with Y/N.

He stands taking their hand, “Just that door right there,” he points to the door towards the back of the classroom, “I’ll be there in the blink of an eye.” He smirked back down to them with a small wink.

With a small pat to their back they go off to Professor Lupin’s quarters, giving him once last glance. He smile again, giving them a nod of encouragement. They nod back, grabbing the doorknob and entering his quarters.

The moment that door closes, Remus’ smile drops. He turns his attention to the bullies, prepared to sink his teeth into their behavior…metaphorically speaking of course.😅

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Walking into Professor Lupin’s quarters and closing the door behind me, everything starts to settle down. The pressure of everything dies down along with the noise.

It’s my fault really. I shouldn’t have gone out after dark…I knew they’d find me again….

But now I had someone to protect me this time, I didn’t need to be afraid. It…it’s a nice change.

I go over and sit on his bed. The room is small, just a bedroom, a small bathroom and a big desk.

I can hear him talking sternly in the other room but it’s hard to make out anything he’s saying. But the tone and emotion shine through. I didn’t want to make any trouble for him, I just…I just don’t want to be afraid.

More tears fall as I feel a sense of overwhelming guilt. This is all my fault… I can’t stop the regression that pulls at me.

I don’t know how long I sit there before I hear the open to his quarters. I immediately lift my head up and look at my kind Professor.

Tears continue to fall as he comes over to my side, “You’re okay Y/N. You’re safe now.”

“I’m sorry!” I start to cry.

“You have nothing to apologize for. You did nothing wrong. In fact, you did everything right.”

Wait…what? I did? I lift my head and look at him confused. “I…I did?”

“Yes. You were in trouble and you ran somewhere you felt safe. That brought you to me.” He lights up saying, “And I’m happy you did because I put an end to this once and for all. They will never bother you again.”

I look at him in awe, so happy and utterly relieved. “Really?”

“Really.” He smiles back, “I’m sorry I didn’t realize this was happening sooner. But now it’s over with, they will never bother you again if they know what’s good for them.”

He sits beside me on the bed, opening his arm to me. I immediately sit closer allowing him to put his arm around my back.

I lean against his side, the two of us sitting like that for a while, enjoying the moment and myself enjoying the comfort. My thumb finds its way back to my mouth as I rest against his side.

“Y/N,” he says breaking the comforting silence of the room, “Do…Do you happen to regress? It’s okay if you do, it’s actually very healthy thing to do if you’re feeling scared or overwhelmed. I just need to know to better care for you.”

I nod against him, feeling so content for the first time in a long time. “Yeah. I do.” I lift my head from his shoulder and look back to him only to find him smiling back to me.

“And you don’t have anyone to take care of you? Does Madame Pomfrey know?”

I shake my head no, “I don’t trust anyone else to know…only you.”

I can see how it warms him, “I appreciate that you trust me with something like this. I promise to not betray that trust.” He holds me a little closer.

“Well this just leads me to my next question then.” He leans forward rubbing my back, “What are you planning on doing for the holiday break?”

I shrug, “No…I was just planning on staying here.” It sounds worse saying it out loud. Not that Hogwarts wasn’t nice to stay at…but it would nice to be home for the holidays.

“I’m sorry to say Y/N, but with you being regressed as you are I’m afraid you leave me no choice...” He stands and my heart races. No choice?

He smile back to me, offering me his hand, “You’ll just have to come home with me for the Holidays.”

My eyes light up, “Y-You want me?”

“Sirius and I would be honored to have you for the holidays! I have a feeling he’ll have us running around shopping one of those days but, we’ll make it through together.” He jokes. “I don’t think I could leave Hogwarts without having you by my side. So, would do you say?”

What do I say?! Are you kidding me? Of course the answer is yes!

“Yes!! Yes! A million times yes!” I practically jump into his arms.

He chuckles, hugging me back gently, “We’ll be so honored to have you spending the holidays with us. Sirius is going to love you as much as I do.”

The rest of the night he goes over the plan for tomorrow. He sends Sirius a late night owl message and I get to add a little bit to the end of it.

Then with the owl sent, Professor Lupin walks me back to my house’s dormitory. “I’ll see you tomorrow morning, no later than 8 am. Got it?” He says with a smirk.

“I’ll be there!” I smile back. With another hug, we part ways for the night.

In the morning I rush around my room, grabbing my trunk and throwing it on my bed. I fill it with everything and more! Every stuffie I could think of I’m brining along for my journey to Professor Lupin’s house at Grimmauld Place.

I run down the empty hallways, trunk in hand with my robe and scarf on. Most had already left yesterday, we’re taking the train this morning.

I could barley sleep, so excited for the adventure today! I ran back into the classroom and into his quarters in the back. “Today‘s the day!!”

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Remus couldn’t be happier seeing the spirited Little run into his room, trunk in hand, ready to go. “All set?” He smiles, closing his own trunk and grabbing his satchel.

“Yeah! I’ve got everything! I’m so excited!” In a second they’re by his side.

“Wonderful darling! Then we’re all ready for our big adventure home.” He walks over and grabs his robe, but pauses seeing the open letter from Sirius this morning.

He grabs it before walking back over to Y/N, “Sirius sent this right before you arrived, take a look what it says.”

He watches Y/N eagerly grab it, reading it like to line, growing more excited with every sentence. “He says he can’t wait for me to come!” They look back up to him, bouncing on their feet.

“See? I told you he would! And if he said he didn’t, well then I’d just have to sneak you in myself.” He jokes getting a giggle from them.

“Come on, it’s time to head to the train! We have a long ride ahead of us”. With his robe on and his trunk in hand, he offers his extra hand to Y/N who gladly takes it.

Together they walk down the main stairs and to the front gates of Hogwarts. A carriage takes them to the Hogwarts station where they board the train. Remus helps them put their trunks up, before they take a seat and relax.

The train ride goes wonderfully! Remus grabs them some goodies from the trolly, then Y/N takes out their trunk and shows him every single stuffie and while there isn’t many he makes sure he properly introduces himself to each one.

Between the late night the two had and the early morning train ride, the relaxing train swaying down the tracks lulls the two to into a nap. Y/N sleep on Remus’ lap, head resting against his shoulder while he has his arms wrapped protectively around them.

They don’t even stir them the train makes its way into King’s Crossing Station. They only begin to wake up when there’s a knock at their cabin door.

Y/N whines, rubbing their eyes as Remus lifts his head to the knocking waking up as well, “Yes? Who is it?”

Sirius swings the cabin door open smiling at the sight of the two. “What are you two up to? Sleeping already? But the holiday break has just begun!”

“And you must be Y/N,” He kneels down and opening his arms to Y/N, “I’m Sirius Black. Welcome home Little one!”

[buckys-little-belle]

can u do the marauders with a little who has a stuffy and it got ripped? my bunny got ripped a few days ago and im really sad about it!

Broken Bunny

Marauders (Sirius, Remus, James) x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

Warnings - Talks about an injured stuffed animal, use of needle and thread to sew, use of 'Daddy' 'Papa' and 'Bubby', lots of tears, lots of fluff, the boys being sweet caretakers to both their bunny and their bunny's bunny

Notes - This is short ... No one's surprised lol.

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW.

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"Daddy." Y/n whispered to Sirius, trying to to disrupt Remus and James' study session across the room.

"Yes, Bunny." Sirius smiled, running a hand over Y/n's head, noticing the tears falling down their cheeks. "What's wrong, My love?" He began to look them over for any injuries, though he doubted that was the case as Y/n had been napping for the past hour.

"I woke up an' bunny is ripped." They sobbed quietly. Their back was facing the two other boys, but they noticed the shake of their shoulders and the worried look plastered on Sirius' face. "I don' know what t' do." They pouted, holding their bunny with gentle hands, careful to not touch the loose stitches on it's leg.

"It's a good thing Papa knows how to sew, huh?" Sirius answered, a soft smile sent Y/n's way, hoping it would help calm them down.

Y/n turned to see both Remus and James already clearing the desk, a small sewing kit placed on the table, and a blanket folded in the center. "I din' mean to bother you." Y/n cried harder, watching as the boys got things all set up.

"You didn't bother us, Bunny." James wrapped Y/n up in a hug, his hands rubbing soothing circles on their back. "What are Bubbies for if not emergency Bunny surgery?" He smiled, taking the bunny from Y/n's hand and placing it on the blanket covered table. "I'll be assisting our doctor, Mr Papa today." He said in a silly voice, making Y/n giggle through their tears.

"Please take a seat, Miss Bunny." Remus said, pulling out the desk chair for them.

The surgery was quick and easy, Remus leaned over Y/n as he carefully stitched the leg's seam back together. The cream coloured thread blending in with the Bunny's fur perfectly. With a finishing knot and a kiss to the healed boo boo, Bunny was handed back.

"Thank you Papa." Y/n smiled, tears now dried, a soft smile plastered on their face as they snuggled their stuffed animal.

"Let's remember to finish our manners." Remus said, giving Y/n a soft but firm look.

"Thank you Daddy, and thank you Bubby." They raced to give both boys a big hug, finally settling into Remus' side as he sat on his bed.

"I think it's time for bed, hm?" Sirius smiled, turning off some lights and getting dressed for bed.

"I'm not sleepy." Y/n yawned, the energy they used up worrying over their bunny clearly coming to bite them in the back. "Maybe jus' a little." They smiled, their cheeks heating up in embarrassment.

[slythercub]

Harry Potter characters that would most likely accept an age regressing S/O

Lupin: this is a no brainer. he’s kind, gentle, understanding, and knows how it feels when it comes to coping with trauma. he would be the BEST caregiver known to man. you want a stuffie? he’s got it. you want your paci? he’s got it. you want cookies? he’s got it. literally anything you want he’d do. because moony is just the sweetest boy <3

“Oh, is my little elf feeling small? Come on, let’s get you go eat something. It’ll make you feel better. Then, how about a movie? I heard carebears is nice.”

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Snape: okay. now this one is tricky. at first, he’d be confused. since he’s not exactly the best when it comes to coping with his own trauma. he’d most likely think it’s childish and idiotic. BUUUT, the more he understands and learns about it, he’s wrapped around your finger. making sure your stuffies never fall off the bed, making you warm bubble baths when you’re not feeling well, brewing potions specifically for your wellbeing. he might not be as gentle and affectionate as Lupin, but he loves and takes care of you in his own way. he’s trying, that’s what matters.

“Are you feeling… regressed? Come here, let me tuck you in. I can’t have a little thing like yourself feeling exhausted, now can i?”

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Luna: again. no surprise. whether as a caregiver or just someone to confide in, she’d COMPLETELY understand. matter of fact, id say Luna would be the best person to go too to explain your regression because she’d never judge you. she’d understand and help you with whatever you need. (she’d might even join in if it made you happy).

“Oh? Well that’s alright. We’re all different in our own way. I think it’s nice. If it makes you feel better, it’s worth it. Don’t you think?”

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Neville: the sweetest boy. would do anything you asked him to if it meant it would make you feel safe and secure. he’d keep all of your little gear in a safe place where only you and him could find it, he’d always make sure the bed is nice and tidy for you, always has cartoons in for you, whatever you need, he’s on it.

“Hey, hey, hey. It’s okay. Take your time, I’m right here.”

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Tonks: she’s fun loving, warm, and empathetic. a perfect person to feel comfortable enough to age regress in front of. i could see her painting your nails or bringing you your fav plushies just to make you smile or laugh.

“Don’t be embarrassed. This is your safe space, and I’m honored you’re letting me be apart of it. Don’t ever be ashamed.”

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Sirius: this depends on the era (pre-or post-Azkaban) but i can see him as very nurturing, actually. but in a playful, joking kind of way. he’d definitely crack jokes, but never to hurt you. he’d try to make you laugh and feel better about regressing. he definitely has a childish side so i think it would be a good duo and could definitely work.

“Oh, you watching bluey? Get outta my way, I ain’t missing this.”

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Harry: kinda like Snape except he’s much more quicker when it comes to understanding and more affectionate. at first, he is confused, but, knowing the childhood he had, it doesn’t take long for him to understand and quickly take care of you. he knows when to hold you when you’re anxious, and keeps your pacis and plushies in his bag just in case you ever need them.

“You’re regressing?.. right now? Okay, okay. Let me uh.. let me go grab your paci, right angel? be right back.”

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first post ^_^ these are the ones i know for a fact would be completely okay with you regressing!! thanks for reading and enjoy this little Drabble i put together <33

[theogclownboy]

sander sides sleepover

[souptastical]

Sneek peek of chapter 6 of "Disc Rips" (mini series in main one)

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"Come on, baby! Just a couple, you can do it!"

"Do it for us? Show us how talented you are?"

Harry sat on the living room floor staring at his godfathers with curiously knitted brows as they knelt a few paces away from him, their faces radiating encouragement and eager hope as they tried coaxing him to take a few steps towards them. He didn't want to though, he just wanted to continue playing with his pirate ships and quidditch player toys but they were very, very adamant about getting him to start learning how to walk and he was getting quite shy about it all now. He didn't want to walk.

[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."

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Remus Lupin Caregiver Headcanons

Notes: COMPLETELY SFW! I tried to leave it open whether this is young/student Remus Lupin or older/Professor Remus. Also, I do not support or endorse any of the discriminatory views of JKR Hope you enjoy, and feedback is welcome!

Would be so understanding and perhaps even knowledgeable about age regression, right off the bat.

Because it’s a trauma response, and this man has seen far too much, he might already be familiar with it.  And if not, he’s quick to understand and offers to help you in any way he can.

Remus already knows what it’s like to be alone, and he’ll be damned if he lets you feel the same way.

The vibes=candles, baby mobile, fluffy blankets, books, sweaters, hugs, small stuffed animals…

(He is so Caregiver, ok?)

Nicknames include cub, dear, love, darling, etc.

Makes the BEST angel milk, tea, and hot chocolate.  Literal perfection.

Thanks to magic, Lupin can have any comfort item, snack, or toy in your hands at a moment’s notice.  And he has all your favorites memorized!

He can read you like an open book.  He knows when you’re sad, when you’re slipping into Little Space, when you’re hiding a secret, etc.  and he’ll respond accordingly to get you back on your feet.

If you happen to have a disability, chronic illness, etc—Remus is perfect.  He knows all about it; the best ways to manage pain, what activities to do while tired or bed bound, etc.

Storytime is one of his favorite things to do together

His voice is so comforting and loving

He lets you sit on his lap or cuddled up to his side, usually on his couch or rocking chair

Omg the adoring look on his face as he watches you 😭

Drawing is another frequent activity.  If he has work to do, then it can easily keep you occupied and quiet but nearby.

He keeps EVERYTHING.

Every drawing, craft, note, etc.  He flips through them if he’s having a bad day

You guys go to the park or on walks sometimes too!

So great to talk to.  He always makes sure that you’re feelings and thoughts are heard and understood

Understands baby talk like it’s his first language

The soft and small affections.  Patting your head as he passes, squeezing your hand when you’re nervous, the quick kiss on the forehead…

That being said, he will absolutely hold you tight if you’re upset or just need some extra love.

Very reassuring as well

If you/both of you are having a rough day, the two of you will just lay in bed quietly.  Cuddles galore, head rubs, etc.

Is available 24/7. You could wake him up at three a.m. and he’d still be happy to caregive.

Fairly strict on rules.  Especially bedtime and safety related issues.

Also likes to keep a schedule/plan.  Having things prepared, especially ahead of time, are great when he’s having a bad pain day.

Sometimes he worries about hurting you; he’s been a werewolf for long enough to know he won’t lose control except on the full moon, but it still bothers him.  What if you go looking for him in his werewolf form?  What if Moony looks for you?  Were you scared of him?

(So you’ve assured him, both in and out of headspace that you’re not scared of him at al)

When the full moon approaches he is often sick and tired so you do your best to make him feel better.  Drawing more pictures, playing doctor, and snuggles are frequent.

On the night of the full moon, he has to leave you with a babysitter.  He entrusts you to Sirius, who is the greatest babysitter of all time.  He adores you, and you love him too.  (He needs his own set of headcanons for caregiving because he’d LOVE it)

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for @wolfstarkinktober2024 prompt: age gap (adults) happy kinktober, sluts!

They were way past the 'how' of this... accident. Remus has finally calmed down to a more reasonable degree, just enough for him to stop spiralling in guilt and instead go off in a panicked search for a remedy.

The worst part was that Sirius was right about everything. It was Remus' fault for being stubborn enough to take on a commission involving potions, and for even continuing to take on commissions when they weren't in dire need of its revenue. At all.

This was a classic foundation for an argument between them. Nothing too extreme, just that Sirius would give him that exasperated look of his where his eyebrows would pinch together above narrowed eyes and curled lips.

Except Sirius was staring at him with round eyes, a blend of fascination and... something else... behind that gaze.

Oh, and the fact that he seemed to have aged back ten years.

(read on ao3)

Every once in a while Remus would catch a glimpse of twenty-something year old Sirius in the corner of his eye and lose his train of thought. Where was he? Remus shook his head. Right, he was flipping through the book that held the instructions for the Aging potion he was commissioned for.

In his defence, yes, he may have butchered the potion. Yes, he could've asked help from Sirius, who happened to be brilliant at everything. However, he wasn't the idiot who mindlessly held the vial with bare hands. Tripped. And spilled everything on himself. Yeah, that was all Sirius, who was equally brilliant at sending Remus into a frenzy.

"So we're still together?" Sirius continued his interview whilst Remus tried to prevent another breakdown.

"Yes, we are," Remus replied distractedly.

"It's been, what, a decade?"

"Yep."

"Aces."

Remus tried to sound annoyed but had to hide the rush of fondness from his face.

"Do I also have greys?" Sirius said.

Before Remus could begin to wrap his mind around that question he felt a finger playing with his hair. He jumped.

But Sirius simply smirked at him. "Do I?" he pressed.

"A bit. Not as much as mine," Remus said bitterly, turning back to the book. Really, Sirius didn't have to point out how badly Remus was ageing thanks to his lycanthropy.

Sirius hummed, and then he was running his hand through Remus' hair again. "Looks really good on you," he purred. "Really good."

Remus froze. He knew that tone. Finally setting down the book, he gave Sirius a look.

"What? You look really hot! Can't blame a guy for checking you out. And I'm allowed," he added as a matter-of-factly. "Technically I'm still your boyfriend."

"Husband," Remus said softly.

Sirius glowed. "Holy shit, that's even better!"

Remus blushed, and instantly felt ridiculous. He wasn't supposed to be as giddy as Sirius. Being married has been his reality for a decade, it wasn't news to him. But seeing how elated Sirius was also made him feel warm. He settled on the couch, collecting himself– but then Sirius climbed on his lap, very much like Padfoot when demanding for cuddles. Except Sirius was significantly smaller, heavier, and... squirmish. It almost felt foreign to Remus' body. Almost. As soon as the initial shock passed, familiarity settled like a distant memory. He'd know this body anywhere.

"Can you please stop stressing for one minute?" Sirius said, grabbing Remus' chin to lock their gazes together.

Admittedly, the distraction worked wonders. Remus had to fight it off like he was facing a Legilimence. Rich pools of silver were deep enough to drown into as Sirius stared him down. "How?" Remus said wryly. "You are practically a child."

Sirius scoffed. "Calm down. I've got to be about twenty-three or maybe older. How is that a child?"

"Sirius, I'm thirty-eight!"

It did not evoke the reaction Remus expected. "Really…” Sirius' pupils dilated as a ravenous grin spread across his face. “This is what you look like at thirty-eight?"

By ten whole years Remus was apparently older, and yet here he was, blushing under Sirius' gaze. This had to stop. "Right..." Remus turned away and started gently plucking Sirius' arms off of his shoulders.

"No, no, no, I mean to say you look very hot!" Sirius pinned Remus down on the chair, squeezing his arms. He chuckled. "I'm actually so incredibly attracted to this."

Remus still refused to look at him. "Sirius..."

"No, listen," Sirius murmured, forcing Remus to meet his eyes. "I know we can find a solution to... what happened to me, but don't you want to make the most out of this first?" Sirius tilted his head, hooded eyes trailed directly on Remus' lips. He was danger in human form.

Sirius' parted lips were right there. Remus swallowed thickly. "I don't..." he cleared his throat, "I don't think that's a good idea."

Sirius hummed. "Those happen to be my favourite." He inched closer until he was hovering over Remus' lips. "But you know that." He captured Remus' lips.

Remus kissed back, embarrassingly eager. Although Sirius was just as eager, Remus was still older, and, well... shouldn't he know better? 

Sirius pulled back and sighed. "You are thinking too much again." He gently tapped a finger to Remus' forehead, chastising. "Nice to know not much has changed with you."

Remus rolled his eyes and let his head drop. "This is just so wrong, okay."

"No, it's not! I'm still me. Christ, Remus. Please tell me you didn't become so boring after ten years."

"Well, maybe I did!"

"Nice try, old man." Sirius chuckled at himself. "I know you can be fun." He didn't give Remus room to reply, burrowing his face into Remus' neck and kissing a bruise there.

A shudder spread throughout Remus. He felt himself melt into Sirius' kisses, just as cold hands slid under his shirt. Fucking hell, even to a younger Sirius, Remus was still powerless to his whims. Sirius' touches had nothing gentle about them but rather a hungry kind of possessiveness. Remus recognised it, just as familiar as he was with each one of Sirius' mercurial moods. 

One hand brushed against Remus' nipple, eliciting a surprised moan from him. Sirius hummed in reply. "The same tells," he mused before going back to ravishing Remus' mouth with his tongue.

Remus forgot how even more insufferably arrogant Sirius was and had a newfound appreciation for how subdued Sirius became. "Didn't know you had a thing for older men," he mumbled.

Sirius laughed. And it was the same barking note, so full of fire and mirth. "Apparently," he said. Remus shifted on his seat. "No, don’t even start with me," he immediately added. 

“But I didn’t say anything.”

"I know what you're thinking." Sirius ran his hand through Remus' fringe, massaging his scalp. Remus relaxed into his touch. "I just like you, okay. Any shape or form or size." He grinned.

"Right, I'll be sure to let Moony know."

"Absolutely do."

Remus bursted out laughing. "You're disgusting."

"And you're still buttoned up." As soon as he pointed it out, Sirius set to work leaving Remus' shirt open. He sighed appreciatively and trailed his kisses down to Remus' chest. Climbing off, Sirius continued his trail of kisses until he was sat between Remus' legs. 

In a series of swift and well-practised movements Sirius undid Remus' belt and trousers, and slid Remus' cock in his mouth. He was laser focused, not interested in teasing. He took Remus deeper, sucking harder until Remus hit the back of his throat. Remus could do nothing but moan in abandon as Sirius began bobbing his head. It was a relentless pace, stealing Remus' breath. Too much all at once. Remus had to laugh at the stark reminder of his age once again. This didn't used to be an issue.

His hand rested on Sirius' smooth locks, curling it in a fist to ground himself to the mind-numbing sensation of Sirius' hot, wet, talented mouth. He'd tug on it every now and then, knowing how much Sirius loved that too.

Just as Remus was losing himself to the bliss, Sirius pulled off and hastily got on his feet. He wiped his chin and upon noticing Remus watching, he winked. "Think you’re all set now." Then proceeded to peel his clothes off in a rush. Remus only had time to remove his shirt as Sirius was already climbing on him again, straddling his lap. With Remus' cock standing hard and leaking behind Sirius' bare ass, Sirius rolled his hips a few times just to tease them both. He was so lithe. So… compact. His waist fit Remus’ hands perfectly. 

Then Sirius lifted his hips, and guided Remus' cock to his hole. "Sirius!" It was almost a moan, except it sounded too urgent.

Sirius shot him a questioning gaze, before it melted into a softer expression. "Stop looking at me like that."

It caught Remus off guard. "Like what?"

"Like I'm made of glass." He cupped Remus' jaw and caressed his thumb there soothingly. The gesture was so tender that Remus was not at all prepared for when Sirius added, "When did I ever not like it rough?"

A surprised laugh pushed its way past Remus' throat. He rolled his eyes, too fond for his own good.

Sirius smiled. "Just relax, Moony."

Remus took a deep breath. Sirius was right– about everything, yes, but mostly that he should stop resisting. It did nothing but spoil this moment for both of them. Besides, this Sirius still wanted him, and he wanted this too. He’d be lying to himself otherwise. Now more decidedly, he pulled Sirius into a deep open-mouthed kiss.  

A feathery moan was Sirius’ response, pleased by this decision. Remus guided Sirius’ hips with his hands, properly sliding Sirius against his cock. He had no idea what to expect. If the difference in body was anything to go by, would Sirius feel different when Remus fucked him now? How long had it been since this Sirius had done anything like this? Remus’ head swam with desire as his cock twitched. 

Then Sirius chuckled, pulling back ever so slightly. “You finally got out of your head?”

“Not exactly.” Remus felt his lips curl into a small smile.

Realisation washed over Sirius’ expression. “I know that look.”

Remus felt his smile widen in intrigue. “Do you…”

“You have no idea.” Once again Sirius lifted his hips, took Remus’ cock in his hand and lined it to his hole, slicking himself with precum. “How often I wank myself thinking about that look.” 

A shiver ran down Remus and he had to bite his lip. He reached for his wand, casted the preparation spell for Sirius and threw it somewhere on the floor. Then slowly, he pushed the tip of his cock inside, watching the way Sirius’ face pinched. “Why, what do I look like?” Remus purred.

Sirius tried to push down, impatient. But Remus held him still, his grip on Sirius’ waist tight enough to form bruises. A groan rumbled in Sirius’ throat before melting into laughter. “Prick.”

“Yes, you’ll get that soon,” Remus teased.

“I think I prefer you being shy and careful than this.”

It was Remus’ turn to laugh. “But I thought you said you like me any shape or form or size…” A crease formed between Sirius’ eyebrows. When he sighed a small whine slipped out from his lips. Remus forgot how bratty Sirius could be back then especially when he was being teased like this. 

“Moony,” he grumbled. “Hope you plan on fucking me before you turn fort– Ah!”

Remus slammed his hips up. Then again. And again. And again. Until Sirius was crying out in pleasure. When he found a rhythm Sirius’ legs fell slack, letting Remus fully keep him just right up so he could, in turn, keep fucking into Sirius. He couldn’t help his own moans as he was right– Sirius felt different.

He was more… pliant. Supple. It didn’t take long for Remus to crave more. Without pulling out, he flipped them so Sirius was lying on his back with Remus pinning him there. Now with better support he thrusted faster, harder, the loud slap of their skins echoing in tandem with Sirius’ little whimpers. God, Remus was about to lose it.

“Mmm…”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah…” Sirius drawled out a longer moan. “Fuck, Moony, just like that.”

Remus hummed. “Feels good?”

“So… so g– ah! So good.”

A grin strained Remus’ cheeks. Sirius was so much more reactive. And by god, he felt so good too. “You want it rough?” Remus murmured sweetly.

“Mm, yes. Fuck…” Sirius pushed back, meeting Remus’ hips and fucking himself on Remus’ cock. Remus watched in lustful awe as Sirius fell apart, losing himself in pleasure, desperate to give just as much as he was getting. Sitting back, Remus instead slipped a hand to wrap around Sirius’ neglected cock– and squeezed.

Sirius screamed. Hips stuttered from the stimulation on all angles. His movements lost its coordination, growing erratic and clumsier that Remus mercifully obliged. He reclaimed his control and pinned Sirius back down so he could ram his hips into Sirius better, deeper. He timed his thrusts with his fist around Sirius’ cock, all in all reducing Sirius into a mess of incoherent babbles and breathless moans.

Then without warning, Sirius exploded in hot white ropes between both of them. Remus thrusted a few more times, letting Sirius ride out his high. Only when Sirius’ breaths became deeper and more relaxed, he stopped, then parted Sirius’ lips open with his tongue.

Sirius kissed back languidly, sloppier now that he’d come down from his high. But then he pulled back not too long after and spoke in a hoarse voice. “Why’d you stop?”

Remus could only blink and let out a huff of amusement before Sirius wrapped his arms around Remus’ waist, his hands settling on Remus’ ass– and pulled Remus’ cock deeper in. Remus could only gasp.

“Cum inside me, Moons.”

“Fuck…” Remus groaned, easing back to his earlier pace. “Sirius…”

“Yeah, that’s right. Just like that, darling.”

Their lips reconnected. All spit and tongue more than anything. “Good enough?” Remus mumbled.

Sirius grinned. “Harder.”

Remus easily obliged, until every thrust punched out a whimper from Sirius. He felt that familiar wave building as he neared his edge. And almost as though Sirius sensed this, his hands crawled to play with Remus’ nipples. 

It was too much.

Remus came with a guttural moan as he could vaguely make out soft whispers from Sirius. “Did so well… Love feeling every bit… So full…”

When Remus recovered from the haze, he wasted no time devouring Sirius’ lips. They stayed like that for a while, lazily kissing back, licking into each other’s mouths. Remus was close to drifting off into sleep— when he felt himself being flipped onto his back. His eyes fluttered open to the sight of Sirius straddling him again, and it reminded Remus that he still hasn’t pulled out of Sirius.

Especially when Sirius began rocking his hips again.

Remus winced from the oversensitivity. “Ah, Sirius!” He whined.

Sirius bounced a few more times before finally stopping. “Oh… sorry,” he cooed. “Is it too much for you, old man?”

“You…” Remus fell into breathless laughter, “little shit.” Sirius simply flashed him a grin at this as he made a show of wanking himself in slow but deliberate strokes, still sitting on Remus’ softening prick. Although he knew Sirius could definitely cum a second time just from this— letting Remus watch, he also had a better idea. “Come here,” he said.

Sirius ended up bent over, thighs as far apart as he could with Remus pressing his face into Sirius’ used hole, licking up his mess. It was all indulgent, all for the sake of Sirius’ pleasure. Sirius stroked his own cock harshly, as desperate as his muffled moans from his face digging into the couch. This was more familiar. While fucking Sirius felt like being on top of the world, there was still something special in what was familiar. Like coming home.

“Oh, fuck…” Remus jerked his hand faster, moaning into Sirius’ hole and sending vibrations all over him. “Remus… ah… I’m gonna— ah! ” Sirius came with a grunt, squirming in Remus’ tight grip. “Don’t stop. Don’t stop. Ah!”

Pulling off, Remus glanced over as soon as Sirius’ moans subsided into heavy panting. He gently flipped Sirius so he would lie on his back, only to find the potion's effect had worn off. His husband was back.

Remus couldn’t contain the huge relieved smile. “Sirius…” he called softly, tucking the stray locks of hair away from his gorgeous flushed face. “Welcome back, love.”

Sirius’ eyes fluttered open. Then the first thing that escaped his parted lips were, “Younger me just had to go for a second, didn’t he…”

“Of course you did.” Remus collapsed in chuckles. “What’s the matter? Too much for you, old man?”

“Shut up,” Sirius threw a weak punch to Remus’ chest. “My throat burns. Fucking hell, how loud was I?”

“Very loud.”

Sirius groaned. “Hope that was bloody worth it. I’m sore all over.”

“Are you really saying you didn’t think it was?” Remus scraped his fingers through Sirius’ hair, just like how he’d pet Padfoot. It seemed to work all the same with Sirius anyway.

Sirius was silent for a while. “Whatever. You’re drinking it next time.”

Next time. Remus rolled his eyes, but couldn’t contain the rush of excitement. Then the rest of Sirius’ words dawned on him. “Drink? You didn’t drink the potion, did you?” The events caught up to him, now with a different pair of eyes. “You said it spilled on you…”

“Oh, Remus.” Sirius’ shoulders shook with laughter.

Everything suddenly made sense. It was all Sirius. Nothing was on accident.

Remus shook his head in disbelief. “You are a menace,” he said as Sirius’ laugh rang through their living room.

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Ok here’s a little something for those who asked for Marauders Era stuff …. It’s mainly focused on platonic Remus/Lily (but a little bit of Jily at the end) set around 5/6th year. Also this is not edited so yeah… sorry

Little/Remus, Little/Sirius, Caregiver/James, (Not yet established but it will be in part 2 caregiver/Lily)

As far as Lily Potter was aware, The students at Hogwarts held a complete disregard for when their prefects got to bed. Honestly, she’d been on patrol all night and busted about half of the school meandering around the halls (and quite a few hidden away in supply closets. Yes Mary, this is about you). It was eleven-thirty pm by the time she’d finished her rounds, cursing Sirius for insisting James needed his beauty sleep and making her patrol by herself. The boys always acted weird around the full moon. Remus, she understood. But the other three were always inexplicably exhausted the next day.

The Gryfindor common room was quiet and still, par a small lump of blanket huddled at the edge of the couch closest to the fireplace. Lily caught sight of the Mousey-Brown hair and smiled softly. Remus. She figured he’d fallen asleep studying again. However, as she drew closer her face knitted in confusion. Remus was quite awake. However his thumb was firmly planted between his lips and the head of a small black stuffed dog was settled beneath his chin.

“Remus?” Lily called out softly, as not to alarm the boy. It was a futile effort though as upon hearing his name Remus whipped his head in her direction, eyes alarmingly wide and lacking any semblance of the calm they’d just held. His body was rigid and stiff as he pulled his thumb from his mouth and shoved his hand behind his curled leg. Lily approached slowly,

“Love, you’re alright, sorry if I gave you a fright,”

Remus’ eyes grew teary and his grip on the small toy grew tighter.

“M’ sorry.” He whimpered. He began blabbering barely comprehensible apologies and promises to never do it again. Lily stood dumbstruck until it suddenly dawned on her. Age Regression. She’d read about it passingly in a few books. Something about trauma and an altered mental age.

She knelt by the couch, eye level with Remus’ now teary cheeks.

“Are you feeling little, love?” She cooed, “It’s ok if you do, you’re not in trouble,”

Remus took a long shaky breath, “Gon’ be in so much trouble, not sposed’ to go out” He whined,

“Who’s gonna get you in trouble? Hm?”

Remus frowned wiping his flushed cheeks,

“Da,” Lily tilted her head in confusion,

“Well I’ll make sure he doesn’t get you in trouble, I promise” Remus buried his face in the soft black fur of his stuffie.

“Who’s this?” Lily asked gently, stroking the small dogs ear,

“Pa’ft” He answered, his still damp cheeks creasing with a smile.

“What a lovely name,” Lily hummed gently, tugging the sleeves of her jumper over her hands and using them to dry the boys face. He giggled wildly as she did this,

“Ickles!”

“Oh it tickles does it?” Lily smirked, before reaching forward and tickling Remus’ stomach. The little squeaked with laughter and squirmed away from her reach.

Lily smiled climbing onto the couch next to him, gently brushing a few brunette curls from his face,

“Do you wanna tell me what you’re doing down here?”

“No sleepy an’ no wake Da’” he explained quietly, breathing returning to normal as he calmed down,

“And who’s Da?” Remus frowned at her, pointing to the stairs to the boys dorm, “Da.”

Lily nodded in understanding, it had to be one of the other Marauders. Sirius, probably.

Remus yawned, sliding his thumb back into his mouth now he was comfortable around Lily.

“You sound tired darling, let’s get you back to bed,” Remus pouted around his thumb but otherwise made no complaints as he uncurled himself from the couch. Remus kept his thumb firmly planted between his lips but tucked his stuffie under his arm so he could hold Lily’s hand.

Thats how the pair made their way to the boys dorm. Which upon opening revealed borderline chaos. James was standing over Sirius’ bed and shaking him awake in only his boxers, Sirius was pathetically hitting the other boys arm away. Peter came out of the bathroom,

“He’s not in there.”

“Looking for this one?” Lily interrupted the panic. The three Marauders turned to her in shock.

“Moony!” James sighed in relief, finally startling Sirius awake.

“Da!” Remus squealed, crossing the floor and throwing himself against the other boy. Oh, Lily thought. That’s not what she’d expected. James looked at her anxiously, a protective arm wrapped around Remus’ back.

“I won’t tell anyone, I promise,” James nodded, squeezing Remus’ shoulder. The boys seemed to calm down after that, clearly trusting Lily as she already knew about the other stuff.

“Thanks for bringing him back,” Peter sighed, collapsing onto his bed.

“Moony you know the rules, what were you doing out of the room?” James reprimanded sternly.

Remus frowned, looking at Lily.

“He was just in the common room, no one else saw him it’s ok.”

James sighed, “You gave Dada a big fright.” If he was hesitant to show Lily this side of his relationship with Remus James certainly didn’t show it.

“S’rry,” Remus sighed around his thumb, still leaning heavily against James.

“It’s ok buddy, why don’t you get to bed now, Dada’s gonna talk to Lily.” Remus nodded and climbed into Sirius’ bed. Now Lily actually looked at Sirius properly she realized that the older boy had his own stuffed stag clutched in his arms, antler in his mouth. How many other secrets were the boys keeping from her?

Remus climbed into Sirius’ bed next to him and James led Lily out of the room.

The pair sat at the top of the stairs. Silence enveloped them for a few moments.

James sighed, “Look. I know it seems weird-”

Lily reached for James’ hand, “I don’t think it’s weird,”

James smiled at her softly, “They’ve just, well, neither of them had brilliant childhoods and I just want to help them however I can.” Lily nodded in understanding,

“How old are they?”

“Remus is around eighteen months and I’d say Sirius is around three,”

“So they regress often?”

“Yeah, I mean, it tends to happen more around the full moon, for Remus at least.” Lily leaned against James’ shoulder, enamored by the soft tone in his voice as he spoke about his friends,

“I think you’re adorable with them,” James’ face lit up, like it would when Lily asked him about his quidditch games or practices, pride beaming off every inch of his skin.

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Hey, saw you wanted head cannon requests so I am here to give some.

So a little who loves fall! Apples, leaves, smells, cider, halloween, bats, costumes, all of it! I love fall so so much, so I think fall headcanons would be so cute!

I personally like the marauders, but I know you don't write for them all the time, plus I also like others! (And I can't pick lol) so steve/bucky, to steve/eddie, to Marauders, I love them all so much and I love how you write them!

I personally am masc/enby so if your ok with writing the headcanons either masc or enby that'd be great, but if not, fem works, too.

I love your writing either way. Have a nice day! Or night!

-The small Rat Boi

Fall Fan

Marauders (Remus Lupin, Sirius Black, James Potter) x Little!Reader (They/Them Pronouns Used)

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Notes -

SFW - Please keep all interactions with this post, and this blog, SFW!

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The boys, especially Remus, love fall. It's pretty, and it's still nice enough outside to go for walks, but also cool enough that a cup of tea and it's steam helps warm a chilled nose.

The three of them loved it even more after they met you, a true Fall Fan. You loved every aspect of it, the apple orchard, the pumpkin patch, halloween, falling leaves, everything.

So the boys dive head first into fall now that you're stuck by their sides.

They 100% plan group halloween costumes! They'll buy everything they need from the thrift store, and they'll sew things/glue things if need be. You get to pick what the theme is, but you leave the adult stuff like hot glue, sewing needles, and the pain of having to somehow make retractable bat wings to them.

They definitely hand out buckets of candy to the others in the dorm, making sure you get to go trick or treating from room to room. Filling your pillow case with small snacks that are somehow all your favorite things ...

Remus is a amateur photographer, so when fall comes around he makes you, Sirius, and James all pose in different ways for his portfolio. He does his best to capture the movement right when you throw leaves in the air, and he tries his best to get the three of you to do some more serious poses.

James loves going apple picking, he did it as a kid and couldn't wait to take you. All four of you walk around from tree to tree picking different apples to take home, warm apple cider in your hands, well their hands, they won't let you hold the cup since it didn't come with a lid.

Sirius is the perfect companion to carve pumpkins with. He's good at art, and so every time you come up with some crazy idea for a carving he's already rolling up his sleeves and grabbing his sketch pad.

Walks through the castle grounds become your favorite thing. Kicking through leaf piles, or jumping in them. Finding pretty leaves to hang in your dorm room window. Fighting with James over who found the biggest leaf (it was you, but you said he won so he wouldn't be sad)

The boys definitely surprise you with little fall gifts here and there. A pair of black cat socks one day, a mug shaped like a pumpkin on a random Thursday, a bat stuffed animal another day. You cherish them with your whole heart, and jump up and down every time they say they have a surprise.

They take turns making up fall related bedtime stories, Sirius' are always sort of scary, James' are silly every time, and Remus' you swear should become a children's book writer because his are the most well rounded.

All in all fall with the boys is the best time of the year. It's action packed, and full of little adventures, and it's a season stuffed to the brim with fun activities.

[chaos--gremlin]

Achoo

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Uh oh guys...... I think I sneezed myself back to 2017 (and took Mr Fuzzy with me)

[theogclownboy]

Remus

[souptastical]

4 years later & they finally have covers

"The Chronicles Of Harry James Potter"

changed "disc rips":

[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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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! 💖💖💖