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mad2001-4 · 2 years ago

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Character A is in little space, but is trying their hardest to make sure that B doesn't know.

One of my favorite little space tropes so here we go.

Darcey squirmed a little bit before quickly catching himself and willing the childish movements to cease, it taking the rest of his willpower to not whine as he forced himself to stop. He wanted to show Rea that he could be a big boy, especially as he'd been little so much lately, he worried it would push Raven away from him. A subconscious whimper left him at the mere thought making Raven look over to Darcey with an arched brow.

He scanned Lust over slightly to theorize what the problem was, it wasn't hard for him to come to a conclusion making him sigh, unsure of why Darcey couldn't just come out and say he was slipping into little space. Gently, he tsked to get the little one's attention, "Little one," he called warningly, "whats rule 4?"

Darcey blinked, surprised by the sudden, seemingly unprompted question, and his fuzzy mind needed another extra set of moments to realize what was being asked of him. Once it all was processed, red painted itself across Darcey's cheeks as he fought against a pout desperately. He didn't answer verbally right away needing to make sure he had his dialect under control before he did.

"T-to tell Rea if you feel little... dunno why t-thats 'portant though. 'M not little V. I'm not."

Raven knew much better than that, brow arched upwards in an unimpressed manner, the stumbling, whiny tone, and emphasis on pronouncing the 'th' sound told him all he needed to know, and that wasn't even all the hints that were there. Still, he didn't see a point in forcing it if the answer was obvious. He shrugged a little bit, "If you say so, Dar-Dar," he hummed. The lack of correction was his final nail in the coffin, still, he'd play along with whatever game Darcey was playing at. An obvious game of pretend that a little boy was doing.

Darcey felt that pleasant tingle in his mind at the pet name made just for him when he was little. He puffed his chest out, he could be Darcey he told himself, not Dar-Dar it would just take a little motivation. He popped up suddenly, "Gonna make food!" the redhead chirped confidently.

Envy tsked gently buy stood up as his little one did making Darcey trnse up, not even bothering to hide his pout this time, "Rea!" he whined, stomping his feet a little in a temperamental dance, "Said I was gonna make food! You stay!"

"Oh? I can't be hungry now?" Raven hummed crossing his arms.

A fresh, hot blush rose over Darcey's tan cheeks at this question, not having considered that outcome. His little space automatically had told him Raven was going to accompany him because he knew he was in little space, something he didn't want Raven to believe.

"O-oh!" he squeaked, "Uh huh, you can! Cmon!" he turned quickly trying to get a hold of himself as they both headed downstairs to the kitchen, Darcey racking his brains for anything he could make. After some rummaging, blush darkening as he practically felt Raven's stare as he did, his eyes lit up. Something he could pull off without mess or getting hurt and that soothed his little space. He pulled down the peanut butter and bread, wiggling in excitement. As he turned to get the jelly, he saw Raven there holding a butter knife and the jelly. Darcey pouted again.

"Rea!" he huffed, missing his slip up twice now which utterly amused the black haired male, "Said I was going to do it!"

Raven shook his head, "I tried to indulge you, Darce, but I am not letting you make a mess that I'm going to have to clean up for you anyways."

Darcey's tensed up a little, face growing hotter and hotter, desperately trying to keep his lip from trembling as he glared at Raven, "Not make a mess!" he raged, childish dialect managing to slip through despite his next protest, "Not wittle! I'm not, Rea!"

Raven rubbed his face in presumed exasperation, "D, you called me 'Rea', struggling to talk right, didn't even correct me when I used your little names, you're currently having a little temper tantrum," he counted out on his fingers each example of Darcey's little space being obvious, showing him the current five fingers up, "Do I need to continue or do you get it? You are not in the slightest bit discreet when you're little."

Hearing the points made it impossible to conceal his quivering bottom lip, hearing he didn't even stand a chance hiding it. Overwhelmed with frustration at himself and the situation and at Raven being so damn clever, he started to stomp his feet in a full blown tantrum, "I'm. Not. Wittle! Not! 'M not Rea! Not, not, not, nnoooottt!!"

Raven shook his head, "Absolutely not," he warned, taking Darcey by the scruff of his neck practically, "march yourself upstairs because if I have to carry you, I promise it'll only make your punishment worse."

Darcey hiccupped a bit but after a final stomp, he made his way upstairs as instructed, Raven behind him. Once they reached Raven's room, he pointed to his bed, "Sit, I'd recommend keeping yourself quiet if you don't want to alert the others more than you already have."

Darcey hiccupped slightly, trying hard to keep his lip from trembling, this task became harder when Raven slipped out of the doorway, effectively leaving Darcey alone in the room. He fidgeted with his shirt, now having wished he'd swapped it out for one of his onesies, preferably his favorite baby pink one decorated delicately with all sorts of frills, hearts, and small milk cartons. Then he reminded himself that he couldn't have even if he'd wanted to, because it would've been another dead giveaway of his mental status and suddenly he was frustrated all over again.

With a whine he slipped his thumb into his mouth figuring there was no point hiding it now, he may as well allow himself some self comfort until his punishment was over. To Darcey it felt like ages until Raven returned, in reality it'd only been roughly 10 minutes, him having returned with two sandwiches, one with the crusts cut off which he handed to Darcey.

"So, how many rules did you break, Darce? Tell them to me."

Darcey sniffled slightly, "Wrule 4, tell Rea when you feew wittle. Num'er 7, no tantwums when you don' get your way. An.... num'er 11, don' yell at Rea.."

"Mmhmmm. You're lucky I didn't wait 15 minutes to end your punishment. 5 for each rule. I wanted to get to the bottom of this though. So, first thing's first. Why did you not tell me that you were in little space, Darcey?"

Darcey hesitated a moment, sniffling again as he squirmed, "Didn' want to.... wanted t-to be big, Rea.."

"You can't always help these urges, Darce. Why would you try to force yourself to be big when you so clearly are not?" Darcey felt his lip wanting to tremble again, only offering a meek shrug as explanation, "There obviously was a reason so spill it," Raven warned.

Darcey gave a whiny hiccup, rubbing at his eyes, "Jus' wanted to be, Rea!"

"You're on thin ice, Darce, or do I need to remind you of rule 5?"

Darcey whined again, "Nooooo!" he bemoaned.

"Then talk. You know I find it dangerous for you to be little and absolutely no one knowing. That is just a disaster waiting to happen. I'm open with you when I'm little so why won't you be that way with me?"

Darcey heaved in and out a few before a little cry finally broke free from his chest, Raven tsked gently, "Another tantrum isn't going to help your case and certainly won't get you out of this conversation, little one. Talk to me," his scolding slowly took a more gentle tone, especially by the last part.

Darcey cried again, confession spilling out, "Wittle too much, Rea! D-don' want t-to push you 'w-way!!"

Raven sighed slightly, shaking his head, "Darce," he mumbled, "if this was going to 'push me away', it would've happened a long time ago. Hell, this is probably one of your better qualities," he offered in attempt to be playful. The joke unfortunately didn't land as well as he'd hoped as another sob racked through Darcey. Raven sighed, standing up and retrieving the red pacifier, easily slipping it in between Darcey's lips, at least managing to muffle the fourth wail.

"Darce," he coaxed, "you're working yourself up. Settle down for me, huh? Can you do that? Focus on my voice and what I'm telling you."

Darcey hiccupped again with a hard gasp in behind the larger pacifier, still, he pried open his teared over pink eyes.

"There's a good little one," he hummed, "now then, why would I leave you for something that's mutually consentual, and a form of coping?" he arched a brow, hoping even in this mindset Darcey could hear how ridiculous the notion was.

"D-do it a w-wot... y-you sign up to- to be boyf-fwiend, notta 'taker..." Darcey hiccupped.

Raven scoffed softly, incredulously, "I firstly think you're a little young for a boyfriend in this headspace. Most two-year-olds haven't mastered potty training. Secondly, I love you and would take care of you regardless of this or not, ok? That's what a... relationship is, caring about someone regardless of their good and bad. You do the same for me, yeah?"

Darcey sniffled but nodded along nonetheless.

"Would you ever leave me if I was little more often?"

A shake of his redhead, squeaking, "Uh uh! 'Ove m-my baby boy...!" he hiccupped.

"Then why would I leave you? Plus, who would take care of you like this?"

Darcey sniffled finally shifting closer to gently cling to Raven's sleeve, "T-to'd you t'at I c-can cawe myse'f!"

"And I told you why I was against that idea," Raven retorted then sighed, "my point is, I'm not leaving you. At least certainly not for something like being little. We go through droughts and overflows with these. You know that," he murmured, "so what if you're in an overflow era? You'd be there to help me in that situation, so I'm going to help you."

Darcey sniffled, feeling as though a weight had been lifted from his chest, peeking out to Raven, "'M sowwy..."

Raven tsked gently, "Its ok. That's exactly why you need me around, to think logically for you... especially like this," he murmured, "now, eat your snack and then we'll safety snuggle with a storybook."

Darcey eagerly started eating at that idea.

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