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Regressuary Day 2: Hand in Hand 🐍🔥

(Art by @/Sweetiedraws on Twitter/X)

Prompt: Character A’s nighttime routine (Changed by me).

Characters: Obanai Iguro (Regressor) & Kyoujuro Rengoku (Caregiver?)

WARNINGS: Spoilers for Obanai’s backstory, dark/traumatic themes, mentions/images of past trauma.

(Sorry I’m so behind, I’m on a family trip and barely had any time to write. But just to lyk I will be finishing the list!! Anyway, here we go!!)

As the sun sets upon the Rengoku estate Obanai watches as the brightly colored flowers tuck away into the night, fulfilling their duties for the day and surrendering to the moon’s grace.

The pattern was different yet all the same; house lights being turned off, candles blown off, animals burrowing into their dens or nests with their families after a long day of searching for food. Such is the cycle of life; live to survive, survive to live. It was a cycle of on and off battles for survival. Simple really.

“O-Obanai-san… You’ve been staring at those flowers for half an hour now…?”

Oh crap.

He turned his head to the youngest Rengoku descendant, Senjuro, who was checking up on him before he went for bed as he always did when the Serpent Hashira spent the night. Obanai sighed, pouting behind his bandages. He would’ve thought that after all these years, Senjuro would’ve dropped the formalities and simply called him by his first name by now… They’re basically brothers…

“Ahem… Apologies, Senjuro. Also, drop the formal title, I’ve told you already that you can call me by my first name.” Obanai spoke, voice breathy almost like a soft hiss. Senjuro smiled. “Are you heading to bed?”

“Yes! Well… Kyoujuro promised me he’d train with me tomorrow so I want to have as much energy as I can!” Senjuro beamed, hands held in fists. Despite his enthusiasm’s similarities with that Kamado boy’s, he never hated Senjuro’s positivity, not once.

Obanai stood up from where he sat on the porch, walking over to the kid and patting him on the head, the faintest of smiles hidden behind his mask. “Good, it’s always important to keep up with your training, I’m glad you’re taking it seriously.”

Senjuro, while blushing, nodded with determination. From the corner, came his much taller older brother, Kyoujuro, who was standing there for a few minutes watching the interaction before Obanai noticed. Obanai retracted his hand and cleaned his throat.

“H-how long have you been watching us?”

“Not long enough, hahah!” Kyoujuro laughed with his usual smile, contagiously bright. He walked over to the pair, now ruffling Senjuro’s hair himself with his big, battered hands. “I always knew you were a softie, Obi! Alright then, Kiddo. I won’t be holding back tomorrow, so be ready and get plenty of sleep!”

“R-right! Goodnight, Nii-san, Obanai.” Senjuro bowed politely as he returned to his room, his socked footsteps fading as he closed the door. Obanai sighed, looking over at Kyoujuro, who still bore a radiant smile on his face.

“What are you smiling for?”

“Oh nothing! Is it so bad to smile when one’s joyous?” Obanai said nothing, simply pouting as Kyoujuro redirected him to their rooms. As kids, they shared a room until Obanai became a demon slayer, but Kyoujuro always kept an extra futon in his room for when his adoptive brother came over.

Kyoujuro slid the door closed as Obanai began to undo the light blue happi he wore above his dark blue clothing. As soon as the sleeves ran down his arms, he was tackled to the soft cushion on the futon by Kyoujuro.

“Wha!?-“

“It’s night-night time, Snakelet!”

Wait, how did he-?

Kyoujuro always had some strange sixth sense when it came to his family, and wether or not it was endearing or creepy, it was nonetheless helpful. Right now though was not the time when Obanai wanted to regress, how did Kyoujuro know he was regressing before he himself knew!?- Whatever. Just pretend to be big and sleep it off, Mitsuri is coming over tomorrow to the Rengoku estate, and he has so help Senjuro train-

“Come on, did you think you could hide this from me? I’m more keen than you might think, Obi!” Kyoujuro chuckled, pulling both of them up, leaving Obanai to sit there winded as he went to grab some jinbei pajamas for the two.

Kaburamaru slithered up to his head, resting itself on Obanai’s (now) messy hair. Obanai didn’t know what to do now, give up? There was no fighting Kyoujuro when he got like this, afterall…

“Cmon, Obi! Let’s go take a bath, okay? I can wash your hair!” Kyoujuro snapped him out of his thoughts, rattling a small wooden rattle infront of Obanai to catch his attention. It worked, to say the least, but he took it back before Obanai could grab it. “Bath.”

Obanai pouted, but nonetheless obliged to Kyoujuro’s authorative tone and stood up (with the taller man’s help), leaving Kaburamaru on the futon with mumbled instructions for him to stay there until they got back. Afterall, Kaburamaru doesn’t like baths.

Neither does Obanai.

When they got to the bath, Kyoujuro wasted no time getting their clothes off properly, wrapping a tower around his own waist as he led Obanai to the bath, setting up warm water.

The water’s reflection glared at Obanai like a sword to the neck. The bathhouse itself was moist and hot already without any water, but even with sweat dripping down his neck, his hands shook at the thought of removing his facial bandages.

The Rengoku estate was the one place where he felt like he was validated, even after Ruka-san passed away and Shinjuro-san began drinking. Afterall, Shinjuro was the one who saved him from- from his “family”, he was the one who freed him. He’d gotten the best healers to treat his wounds as best as they could, and his son, Kyoujuro, would hold his hand during the days it would get infected and he’d be bedridden with fever. Despite all that, Obanai hated showing his face.

No. He didn’t hate showing his face, he simply hated his face.

Even still, Kyoujuro, with his oversized hands all scarred and battered with training, gently tugged at the bandages around his neck and jawline, slipping them off in one long strand still it sat like a long pearl serpent in his hands. Obanai felt the air against his exposed skin. It was his least favorite feeling.

Kyoujuro held his hand in his. Despite being a year older, Obanai was always smaller than the Flame Hashira in most ways, but now, they felt like they stood the same.

It wasn’t long that they stayed in the bathhouse. Kyoujuro slowly washing off his body and washing his hair, careful not to tug at his sensitive scalp all while Obanai listened to the stories Kyoujuro told; “Today I rescued a family of ducks near a river! The mother duck was about to fall in and drift away, but I safely got her and her ducklings across!” Obanai couldn’t help but laugh, Kyoujuro always knew how to make him smile, little or not.

Finally, when they were both dried up and dressed back in their rooms, Obanai’s hair in a ponytail and Kyoujuro’s firely locks wrapped neatly in a towel, l the flame haired male grabbed a container of medicinal cream and scooped some up with two fingers. Obanai whined, shrinking into himself as Kaburamaru, draped over his shoulders, wrapped himself protectively around the Hashira.

“Oh, c’mon, Obi… We’ve been through this. Y’know you have to…” Kyoujuro’s voice was gentle, taking Obanai’s thumb from his mouth once he began to nibble on it unconsciously. “You always get itchy during warm nights… Senjuro made this because he knew you were coming.”

“N-no.” Obanai hissed, shielding his face with his hands. “No- Don’ touch me…” His words slurred.

Hands on his face… A blade on his face-

“Obi…”

His hair tied back, arms behind his back, exposed to the large shadow before him-

“N-no…!”

“Obanai!” Warm hands gripped at his, and heterochromatic eyes met sunset palette ones. A pair of eyes that had no intent on hurting him. Kyoujuro’s eyes. “I know you don’t like being touched on you face, Snakelet… But please? Can you try for me? I’ll hold you hand, it’ll be quick.”

Right… It was just medicinal cream, not a blade… It would prevent swelling and irritatio!, it wouldn’t hurt him… Especially when his brother was there.

“…M’kay…”

Kyoujuro smiled, slowly placing the cream around Obanai’s long scars. The cream was cold upon contact, but it was smooth against his dry skin. Kyoujuro moved swiftly and gently, softly praising Obanai for his patience as he slowly traced his more sensitive spots. Obanai shivered, but didn’t flinch, he only squeezed the flame haired man’s hand.

The eldest Rengoku son was always rather odd to one’s eyes, weird even, and if you asked the same thing to Obanai fifteen years ago, hed probably agree. Afterall, he was always smiling. Even when Obanai was locked in a caged filled with rotting bentos and an empty stomach for days, his sisters and aunts would always plaster a smile and offer him food like nothing was wrong. Obanai thought Kyoujuro was the same, a simple minded kid who had lived a privileged life and who didn’t know the extent of Obanai’s suffering back then, but that couldn’t be far from the truth. Unlike his mothers, aunts, cousins and sisters, Kyoujuro smiled knowing he was doing something good for Obanai. His smiles didn’t mean “eat this! It’ll make you more appealing!” or “your eyes are just so beautiful, Obanai!”. Instead, they meant “eat this! Father said you gotta eat lots to be strong!” and “your eyes are so cool, Obanai!”.

There was a reason why Kyoujuro was the first person Obanai confied to about his regression. Kyoujuro was the big brother he never had.

By now, the taller man had passed the wooden rattle to the smaller man, who shook it lightly, making satisfying noises as the wooden beads inside bounced against the walls of the rattle. A handmade gift from Kyoujuro, when he was forced into practicing wood carving by Mitsuri (she carved a heart on it. It was a sweet gesture from her).

Kyoujuro made a final noise of satisfaction when he pulled back. That’s when Obanai noticed that the skin that was usually hidden underneath scratchy bandages was now smooth and cool against the breeze. Kyoujuro also proceeded to grab his soother and blow off the candles that were dimly lighting the room.

Obanai placed the soother in his mouth, mumbling a small thanks as Kyoujuro tucked him into his futon.

“Don’t mention it, Baby Brother! I’ll always be here to take care of you!” Kyoujuro laughed it off, passing him his rattle and using an extra blanket to form a nest for Kaburamaru right next to Obanai’s head. Despite being the younger one between the two, Kyoujuro always felt like he was the elder one, the one that had to protect his younger brothers. It was pretty obvious since day one that Kyoujuro was going to take that caretaker role, but it was one of the many things that made Kyoujuro so different from other people Obanai knew.

Kyoujuro, now with his damp hair slipped out of the towel, nuzzled himself into the futon next to Obanai’s, chuckling a little as he felt the other’s smaller hands grasp his. Just like they were kids.

“Promise Bubba that you’ll wake me up if you have any bad dreams?” Kyoujuro asked, voice soft when he notice Obanai’s eyes slipping shut. Obanai saw that cheeky smile, Obanai wasn’t fully blind, and yet he didn’t make any re marks about the petname Kyoujuro gave himself. His body was melting into a soft warmth, feeling Kyoujuro’s hand go slack with his as they both fell into slumber.

Later, Obanai would wake up that morning with his soother in his mouth and his hand still holding his brother’s. But right now, he was peacefully resting beside his brother, their heads just barely touching eachother as they rested side by side. A brotherly bond; protection and to be protected.

Hand in his brother’s hand, Obanai slept without any disturbances that night.

• • • •

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Regressuary Day 1: 🐈‍⬛Little Brothers🏀

Prompt: Character A is always taking care of Character B while regressed. Maybe Character B would like to know what it’s like?

Fandom: Omori

Characters: Kel & Sunny

WARNINGS: MEGA SPOILERS, mentions of death, triggering topics, mention of scars.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it, Sunny?”

“I hope you’re doing well! I can see it in your eyes, you’re smiling more!”

“You have such a great support system now! I couldn’t be more proud of you as a big sister!”

“I know sometimes it can be tough, but reaching out for help isn’t hard when you give yourself that little push. Don’t be afraid.”

“I know you might not forgive yourself yet, but I know you will!”

“All it costs is your love!”

・・・・・

Bright orange eyes widened as the boy watched the two black haired siblings share a hug on the lake shore, the girl’s long black hair and white dress soaked as it hugged her younger brother’s figure, both of them crying, both of them wet.

“Sunny! You're okay! You're okay!... Don’t ever scare me like that again…!” Mari wept, her chin on Sunny’s boney shoulder as he shakily wrapped his arms around her waist in return. The evening sun setting radiated not light, but the love of an older sister.

Sometimes, Kel thought, if he were more quiet and aloof like Sunny, then Hero would dote on him more. He'd be lying if he said he was jealous that he didn't have an overbearing older brother, but maybe that's what made Hero and Kel’s relationship even more special. Because they weren't Sunny and Mari.

The second Kel saw Sunny tumble off the dock and into the water, his heart dropped. Mari and Hero ran down the dock but he stayed still, his body refused to move. Even when Sunny woke up, breathing and hugging his sister, the breath he held in didn't let go. Hero seemed to notice at that moment, and kneeled down next to the shorter male.

“Hey, Orange Joe?” A voice chirped with the nickname he used to despise. Kel didn't budge. “Hey… You're okay.” Hero’s hand was warm against Kel’s shoulder, his brown eyes comforting. “Sunny’s okay, Mari’s got’im, see? Listen to me, ‘kay?” Suddenly both of Hero’s hands were on his shoulders, his grip was firm but it didn't dig into his skin.

“Everything’s okay.”

・・・・・

Kel never had a “new normal” since that day. All the excuses, all the lies, all the truths, all the reveals, all the doors that were once locked now open. To be frank, it was a lot to deal with.

He was frozen in the hospital room the day everything turned upside down. Frozen again, just like he was when he was a kid.

Recovery wasn't easy. Basil overrun with guilt and self depreciation, Aubrey torn into a mix of anger and grief, Sunny standing in the center of the world with the biggest shadows that used to be his friends.

But… Time heals things eventually…

Kel got to know the real Sunny, the Sunny that didn't hide anything, the Sunny that wasn't ignorant. And although Aubrey, Basil and Hero took their time, they eventually got to know him too.

Though recently, maybe by a miracle, Kel got to know Sunny exceptionally well. It started from the small things; calls when Sunny moved away, presents when he visited the town, to the point Sunny would let him apply medicinal cream to Sunny’s scars (even the one where his eye used to be, now replaced by a white sphere and a long slash. To say Kel didn't wince would be a lie). But the pain soothed, a small comfort arose in those small moments. Sunny stopped flinching whenever Kel brushed up against him, melted into his hugs. He even started smiling more, which was an accomplishment Kel was personally extremely proud of!

And although Sunny was changing with time, something from his past still lingered from within. Sunny would space out… He would chew on his nails, go non-verbal, small habits he's had as kids.

After a pretty harsh therapy session, Kel realized the harsh truth; Sunny wasn't ever truly a kid.

That's when Sunny’s therapist recommended “age regression” as a form to cope with his trauma. Kel, with the tiny Aubrey in his head calling him “dunce-y”, chose to help Sunny with this process (well, he kinda had to. Sunny had no contact with his parents, and Kel was the closest he was in all of the group, besides, Sunny conveniently managed to find his way back to his old house back in town when he moved back, so he was just next door anyway). He looked up the term, and understood immediately! Finally, being a big brother to a baby helped!

Sunny’s age regression journey was actually rather quick. As soon as Kel proposed the idea and pulled out a pacifier and a cat plush than he'd bought priorly, Sunny fell right into Kel’s comforting arms. It was… a bit shocking at first, but it also felt so right.

Sunny, in his arms, felt so small in his embrace, like Kel could pick him up like a picnic basket.

It became a routine for Kel to go over to Sunny’s and help him regress every weekend at least, knowing his regression was more successful if he had a “parental” or caring figure to guide him. His house became sprawled with soft blocks, dolls, plushies, and so, so many drawings. Sunny already took up drawing as a hobby, so his drawings when he was regressed, while a little less professional, were still oh so beautiful (or maybe that was just Kel’s opinion. Aubrey said he was growing too old).

“Sunny-Bunny?” Kel asked one day, watching from the cough as Sunny drew from the floor. When Sunny turned his head, he continued. “How do ‘ya feel, Little One?”

Sunny put a finger on his chin and took off his pacifier. It looked like he was slowly drifting away from his younger headspace today. “I feel… Loved.”

At that moment, Sunny smiled, an actual smile. It reached his eyes, his cheeks a little pink as he giggled, shuffling over and wrapping his arms loosely around Kel’s waist. Kel froze, statue on the couch.

Sunny and Kel had a big height difference by now, but sometimes, Kel longed for the days they were the same height.

Suddenly, Sunny returned to his drawing, picking up the paper and giving it to Kel. It showed the two of them, Kel and Sunny, on a picnic within a green grass field and light blue sky.

“Is for you!”

He took the drawing into his hands, noticing some writing at the top of the page;

“All it costs is your love!”

・・・・・

“Hero! Please! I-I’m your brother, I just want to help!-”

“Help!? Help wont bring Mari back!”

“Hero please! J-just tell me what I can do!-”

“There's nothing you can do, Kel! You're worthless!”

・・・・・

What was it like to be young again?

It feels like forever since he could remember those times.

It was always “Hero will always be your big brother”, but sometimes, he doubted if he was “Hero’s younger brother”.

Over time, he learned there were different types of losses; Aubrey once lost her favorite doll, his dad lost his job, Sunny lost his sister. But what did Kel lose? Hero was still here, but why didn't he feel like a little brother?

In the place where his youth should have flourished stood the remains of a smile from a child that was long gone. A child that was now the anchor to the family; the one who felt like had to connect every piece together, a rubber band about to snap.

“Just smile,” he'd tell himself. “Just smile” he'd tell himself, even when he cried. Even when Hero would hug him and tell him he was there to help, he'd smile.

“Just smile, Kel”.

・・・・・

Forced to babysit Sally once more.

To say Kel was tired was an understatement; he hadn't slept well, he didn't eat, and his parents left him in charge of three year old Sally for the day. By the time she was in bed, he was exhausted. And yet here he was, dishes to clean and toys to pick up.

He picked up the toys one by one, recalling some of them from his own childhood… “Hah, the Captain Spaceboy and Sweetheart figurines… Geez these things are old… Aww! My Pluto plush! I missed this guy… Wait, is that Hector?”

Man… So many memories, so much fun. He couldn't help but settle the blue and pink figures on the table, Hector beside them and Pluto on his lap. Recalling the day he and Aubrey first read the “Captain Spaceboy and Sweetheart” comics, or the day he made Hector, or when Mari and Sunny got him Pluto as a souvenir. He felt something shift within him, he felt fuzzy… His house hasn't changed at all since he was a kid, aside from all the new modern toys that were hidden away by the basket in the corner, these toys were reminiscent of his childhood. The childhood that was stripped away from him…

Is this how Sunny felt?

He had to ask…

・・・・・

Sunny’s confused face wasn't the only thing that surprised him when he arrived at his house that saturday. The other was the fact that he brought his old toys with him.

“Sunny!” Kel exclaimed, taking Sunny’s hands into his, his eyes sparkling like two suns. “Teach me to regress!”

“W-Wha?-”

“I-I wanna know what it's like…” Kel admitted, a hand rubbing the back of his neck. “You've been getting so much better and- I- I wanna know what it's like to… Be young again…?”

For a moment Kel’s voice cracked. He had Hector in his pocket, pulling him out and staring at his hot-glued googly eyes. Sunny watched the interaction between his best friend and a rock, and despite how ridiculous it seemed, he knew Kel spoke sincerely. He knew Kel’s fake smiles every single time.

Before he knew it, Kel was pushed onto the couch, sitting down as Sunny grabbed the box on the bookshelf beside the TV and family portrait, walking back to Kel and opening the box.

“Pick whichever you want. I cleaned them all on tuesday.” Sunny smiled. This- This was Sunny pacifier box! The box that had all of Sunny pacis! And he wanted Kel to use one!? That was insane!?

“W-w-w-w-w-w-w-wait wait wait wait!- This is not- No these- These are yours I- I can't-”

Plop.

Kel felt the soft rubber of the pacifier in his mouth, sitting neatly in his mouth. Suddenly he felt his cheeks swell red to the point that steam would rise off him. He was about to open his mouth to retort when-

He suckled on the paci. Huh… It didn’t feel that bad… He tried it a few more times and the more he let himself go the more he felt his mind ease, the race ending its course. The paci bobbled in his mouth, memories long forgotten rising to the surface.

Sunny clapped, giggling. “Kel likes it!”

Jumping in his seat, Kel blushed and shook his head, but kept the paci in his mouth. It was a Halloween pacifier, decorated black and orange. No wonder Sunny picked it for him, eh?

Speaking of Sunny, he picked up a simple white pacifier with a black cat in the center and plopped it in his mouth, smiling at Kel.

Suddenly there they were. Two broken men- no, boys, sitting down in a house where so much grief had been spent rather than joy. A house now occupied by two younger brothers who had each other.

“It’s them against the world.” Mari told Hero once. Kel never forgot that.

In an instant, Kel and Sunny were running up to Sunny’s playroom (aka the room he kept all his toys and memories and junk), setting him down before piling toy after toy in front of Kel.

Kel just blinked, confused, but happy. Actually happy.

By that afternoon, they were doing their own things; Sunny was drawing, and Kel was playing with blocks. He was about to put Hector at the tippy top, declaring him king of the Block Tower when Sunny poked his shoulder.

“Mm?”

Sunny popped out his paci. “Look…!”

He shyly gave Kel the piece of paper, letting him hold it in his metaphorically tiny hands. There they were; Kel dawning the orange and black paci with Hector in one hand, and the other holding Hero’s hand, their heights changed to make Kel smaller. Tinier. To make him the literal little brother.

“…’eep it…” Sunny blushed, putting his pacifier back in his mouth. Looking down at the floor, Kel saw a matching piece of paper with Sunny and Mari on it, but instead of it saying “Big Brother Little Brother”, it said “Big Sister Little Brother”.

“It’s- Is amazing, Sunny!” Kel beamed, ignoring his tower (and Hector rip) to hug his best friend. “How much does it cost?”

Sunny smiled, nuzzling into the crook of Kel’s neck.

“All it costs is your love.”

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Hope you liked it!! Suntan is one of my favorite pairings in Omori and I just love their dynamic sm (I got my name from Omori if u couldn’t tell). Let me know what u all think!!

Thankies!!

- Sun Sun ☀️

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yay request!! Here we go!:

Little!An Shiraishi HCS

📈- What is their regression age range?

An is a toddler regressor!! Ranging from 3-5 years old. On her best, she may go up to 6, on her worst, she won’t even know. 

🐣- How does their behavior differ from when they're small to when they're big? Is it noticeable?

An is cheeky. Not the “ur silly!!” Type of cheeky, but like the “ima draw Starry Night on ur wall with crayons and cry if u erase it” type of cheeky. She LOVES making things for her CGs (Meiko and Miku), and for her friends ofc, so she makes them things from drawings to songs to mini videos on her tablet. 

Mini An is also more “lazy”-ish. She has this rule in her regression that “little time is wind down time”, so she’s very strict about not working while regressed. She talks to the customers, though!! Asking them what they think about the food and making drawings on pancakes with edible markers and fruit. 

🤒- They catch a cold! Do they tell their caregiver(s)? If not how do they notice? Do they look after their little one?

It’s not like An tells her CGs, it’s more like her CGs tell An. They always know whenever she’s sick before An knows, starting with behaviors like less speech and watery eyes. The biggest indicator is that she becomes more clingy, so she cries to her CGs that she wants to see them or cuddle them with a raspy voice, which is just An’s way of saying “I’m sick and I’m small”. 

🧨- What triggers their regression? (Positive or negitive)

Positive: 

Kohane’s Babytalk: Kohane’s soft voice always make An feel giddy, but if Kohane starts praising her, or even use any type of baby talk, An will feel herself regress.

Vanilla Milk or Cream: Anything vanilla and more liquified. She loves the cream her dad puts on pancakes, and the smell of vanilla extract. Anything vanilla pretty much.

Baby lotion/Lotion: If it makes her skin smooth, and if it smells good too, it make her feel small.

Negative: 

Flashing Lights: Little An doesn’t like flashing lights, it reminds her too much of the first time she regressed on stage (the lights overwhelmed her), thus making it a negative trigger.

Fire Burns/Scrapes: She doesn’t like getting hurt, the pain makes her feel small and in need of comfort from her CGs, since she often got that comfort from her dad as a kid. 

🌈- Are they proud of their regression or do they hide it?

Yes!! An is actually not very secretive of her regression. Of course she won’t just blur it out, nor does she leave her pacis out, but if she slips, she’ll let others know (if they ask first).